A red cloud of shame floated on Murong Ling's pretty face.

Not only Murong Ling guessed it, but Mr. Cheng also guessed it, he shook his head and smiled lightly.

"It's a toilet!"

Zheng Wancai exhaled, he was not a rude person, but today's son's excellence overwhelmed him and made him lose his temper for a while.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Mr. Cheng choked on the air and coughed several times in a row.

In fact, only Murong Ling knew that Zheng Guangzong's oil riddle poem was for her.

"He is not only talented, but also crooked!" Murong Ling said in his heart.

At this time, Xiangling took a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone and spread it out on the table.

Mr. Cheng was the first to come over, and then Murong Ling couldn't help but come over, wanting to see Zheng Guangzong's poems.

Zheng Guangzong stood in front of the table, did not mention the pen, and thought.

"Hmph, pretend!" In his heart, he never believed that a person who could read a poem like a toilet could write a Jinse article, and it must have been stolen from someone else, Murong Ling waited to see what poems Zheng Guangzong could hold back.

"My son is brewing." Seeing that his son did not put pen to paper, Zheng Wancai was a little embarrassed, he felt that a talented person would definitely write poetry.

In fact, for Zheng Guangzong, who is familiar with Tang and Song poems, it is not difficult to come to a random poem, but it is good to write that one, which is a problem.

After thinking.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Zheng Guangzong's mind.

He reached for his pen and waved his wrist.

Word...... It's ugly, but it's done in one go.

Before the ink dried, Mr. Cheng had already taken it lightly in his hand and said in a deep voice:

"A few chirps, and then a good rest. Cherish the spring and fold the remnants of red. The rain is light and windy, and the plum is green. Yongfeng willow is uninhabited, and the sun is flying snow. ”

"Don't pluck the strings, the grievances can be said, the sky is not old, and the love is unbearable. The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it. After the night, the east window was not white, and the lone light was extinguished. ”

Cheng Sheng finished reading it first, and said loudly: "Good poems, good poems, good poems......"

Important things to say three times.

Without great talent, it is absolutely impossible to write such poems in one go.

"The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it......" Murong Ling repeated this sentence, and then raised her eyes to meet Zheng Guangzong's bad eyes, she couldn't help gritting her teeth.

Facts have proved that this hateful boy in front of him is indeed talented.

But...... But...... Murong Ling couldn't connect the person who wrote the sentence "There is a double wire net in his heart, and there are thousands of knots" with the person in front of him.

From Mr. Cheng's expression, Zheng Wancai already knew that the poems written by his son were excellent.

However, Zheng Wancai stopped talking! It is enough to have Mr. Cheng's approval.

"Virtuous nephew, you have this talent, if you participate in the imperial examination, you will definitely go to high school, serve the country, and be loyal to the court, wouldn't it be beautiful!" Mr. Cheng has not loved talents for many years, and now seeing Zheng Guangzong write such poems in a flash, he can't help but want him to become an official.

"Uncle, little nephew, I have no intention of pursuing a career! There are thousands of acres of fertile land, a herd of mules and horses in the trough, my father has only one son under his knees, my mother died early, I want to do my filial piety by my father's side! Maybe my uncle will laugh at my lack of ambition, but everyone has their own ambitions, little nephew I just want to live an idle life of picking chrysanthemums in the east fence of Nanshan, people live in this life and have no next life, little nephew I would like to be a free little landlord. ”

This......

Justified.

Mr. Cheng couldn't help but regret it, but it is true that everyone has their own voice, and it should not be difficult for others.

Not only Mr. Cheng, but even Murong Ling, who had prejudices against Zheng Guangzong, said: "Zheng Gongzi is talented, and it is good to be a carefree little landlord, but isn't it more of a pursuit for you to report to the country to care for the people's livelihood?" ”

"People pursue differently! Please be kind! Zheng Guangzong was not frivolous, but showed an air of elegance.

Before you know it, it's noon.

Zheng Wancai ordered to prepare a banquet and invited Mr. Cheng and Murong Ling to chat while drinking.

The dishes are hearty.

It's just that the wine is tasteless.

Zheng Guangzong felt that Daqian's so-called wine was as light as water, and it was not as high as beer! No wonder the ancients could drink a few catties!

"People pursue differently!"

Mr. Cheng put down the wine cup.

"There are tens of millions of students in the world, and none of them want to be named in high school once on the gold list, glorify their ancestors, and report their losses in the face of officials when they enter the dynasty, and live up to what they have learned in their lives! And the virtuous nephew, you are young and only eight years old, and you want to be a landlord at home like your father, uncle, I really don't understand! Virtuous nephew, tell me, why do you study? ”

What is reading?

The goal has been reached, and the reason has become confusing.

I want to hear what Zheng Guangzong has to say.

"Uncle, I believe that every reader has his own ideas! What I say is only what I say. Zheng Guangzong said modestly.

Although he still had bruises on his face, in Murong Ling's opinion, he seemed to be a little handsome.

During the banquet, Murong Ling did not make things difficult for Zheng Guangzong again, but felt that he was an incomprehensible person, which made her more and more unable to hold back her curiosity.

"Nephew, please speak." Mr. Cheng said.

"I thought that the initial simple goal of reading should be the same! Establish a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations. ”

The words are loud and clear.

Hearing Zheng Guangzong's words, Mr. Cheng is like an initiation, and he is more like a slap in the face! The problems that have plagued him for decades have been cleared up in the clouds.

"Virtuous nephews and nephews!" Mr. Cheng is willing to report the fist and said: "The words of the virtuous nephew are really golden and jade good words, and these words can be known to everyone in the current students." ”

After speaking, Mr. Cheng got up and came to the window.

The windows are wide open, the sun is blazing, the wind is slow, the flowers are gorgeous, and they are tired of making noise...... And Mr. Cheng's heart has been untied because the knot has been resolved, and his heart is as calm as water at the moment.

A lifetime of pursuit, old age is confused, and by a word insight into the heavens, thinking back to the road they have walked, no regrets are inevitable!

"Uncle!"

Zheng Guangzong came to Mr. Cheng's side with a wine cup in his hand and handed him Mr. Cheng's cup.

"Uncle has been loyal to the dynasty all his life, and he will be famous in history in the future, and I will give you a cup of toast, little nephew."

"!" Mr. Cheng raised his glass.

A glass of wine bottoms out.

"Virtuous nephew, there is nothing to go to Yunlong Academy in the future, you and I are both book lovers, there are thousands of books in the courtyard, and the virtuous nephew can read them all!"

"Good! Read 10,000 books, travel 10,000 miles! Live up to this life, live up to yourself! ”

“……”

Seeing the two of them chatting happily, Zheng Wancai didn't come closer, and whispered to Murong Ling: "Miss Murong, you see how speculative the two of them are chatting. ”

"It's speculation!" Murong Ling nodded and said, "I still want the poem that Gongzi made on the spot just now, can you give it to me?" ”