Zheng Wancai's heart trembled slightly.

The son wrote two poems, both excellent!

I've already given her one.

She wants it too!

The woman was a little greedy.

I want to say no!

I want to keep a poem framed, and the guests at home can show off.

"Brother Wancai, my niece will give it to her when she speaks!" Returning to the table from the window and sitting down again, Mr. Cheng nodded and asked Zheng Wancai not to be stingy.

With Mr.'s words, Zheng Wancai once again reluctantly cut his love.

"Needless to say, Miss Murong spoke, and I should give it to her." Although my heart hurts, I have to be a favor.

Zheng Wancai looked at Murong Ling and couldn't help but look carefully.

He has changed his words, no longer calling Miss Murong, but calling her Miss Murong, and the change in title also shows a change in his heart.

There is something that has sprouted in Zheng Wancai's heart, but it is not easy to speak now.

However, there is another thing that Zheng Wancai must say.

"Mr. Cheng, brother, there is another matter here! Although my Zheng family has countless gold and silver, my family has never produced a literati, and when my father died, he grabbed my hand and said tremblingly, if the family is lucky enough to show talent, let me go to the ancestral grave and put three guns! My Zheng family Ding is not prosperous, and there is only one son under his knees who is slightly talented.

I don't know if Mr. will be accommodating next time, and call my son a showman, and my Zheng Wancai will be enough for this life! ”

Hearing Zheng Wancai's words, Mr. Cheng couldn't help laughing.

"There is no need to be accommodating, with the talent of a virtuous nephew, as long as he is willing to participate in the county examination, he will be able to show his talents." This is true, Mr. Cheng is a great scholar and a scholar, and he has a unique eye for appreciating poetry and articles, and even he can hardly match the poems made by Zheng Guangzong, and the talent is just a gesture.

"Daddy, uncle!"

Zheng Guangzong spoke:

"I have already expressed my attitude, I don't want to enter the government in this life, I just want to be a carefree little landlord who does not admire fame and does not admire princes, dogs and horses, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, tea and games, and a comfortable life."

Reborn in a lifetime, with all gold and silver.

Zheng Guangzong just wants to lie flat and be a happy young master.

"This ......"

Zheng Wancai was speechless to his son, but he was reluctant to scold him.

"Brother Wancai, what the virtuous nephew said is that everyone has their own ambitions, and it is difficult to force things in the world! If the virtuous nephew figured it out one day, it is not too late to come to the old man again, the old man today showed his state by three points of wine, if the virtuous nephew intends to be famous, the old man can protect the virtuous nephew and seal the marquis of ten thousand households. ”

Wow!!!

"Uncle Xie!" Zheng Guangzong smiled and raised his glass and said: "Uncle raises love, and the little nephew toasts uncle again!" Miss Murong, it is really embarrassing for you and me to meet by chance, I will not mention this matter in the future, please raise a glass with the girl. ”

Murong Ling also smiled.

She was worried about the matter, and when she thought about it carefully, she actually couldn't complain about Zheng Guangzong, because she was too reckless, no wonder Zheng Gongzi.

Toast!

The thin wine is lightly dipped in Zhu Qi.

His eyes wandered and he looked at Mr. Cheng.

Mr. Cheng will understand.

Drop the cup!

He poured the wine himself.

Zheng Guangzong's father and son both stood up as a sign of respect.

"Brother Wancai, virtuous nephew! Today, when the old man came to the house, there was actually a thing. ”

Oh!

Zheng Wancai was slightly stunned, he knew that Mr. Cheng's prestige was extremely high, and he couldn't do anything if he didn't do it?

"Sir, please." Zheng Wancai said.

"I am a prosperous world, but the people of the border pass harass from time to time, and the saint is determined to get rid of the troubles, consolidate the foundation of my great work, and raise the prestige of my great work! More than three years after the start of the war, the treasury was tight, and yesterday I received a secret order from the DPRK and the Central People's Republic of China, wanting me to be the landlord of the rich places such as the southern counties to donate grain and silver, choose one of them! Brother Wancai, you are the largest landlord in my county, and the old man wants you to take the lead. ”

After Mr. Cheng finished speaking, Zheng Wancai couldn't help but hesitate.

You don't have to think about this kind of thing at all.

Mr. Cheng can tell in advance that he is not here to ask the Zheng family.

Zheng Guangzong is extremely clear about this.

"Uncle, thank you for informing me in advance, so that my Zheng family has a chance to come out on top! Although my little nephew has no intention of fame, I also know that my family and country are the world, the country is peaceful, and the people are stable! Today, I should do this on behalf of my father, and tomorrow I will donate one million silver and ten thousand stones of grain to help my border sergeant! ”

Zheng Guangzong said this, paused slightly, and said:

"The world is responsible!"

Murong Ling lowered her head gently, and her eyes showed approval, and her lips did not open but she did not say much.

"Virtuous nephew is sensible!" Mr. Cheng nodded, everyone in the market said that Zheng Guangzong was stupid, and today's talk not only appreciated his talent, but also learned that he was a person who was sensible.

Very good!

"Giving birth to a son should be like a virtuous nephew."

Mr. Cheng's appreciation, as well as his son's resolute determination, made Zheng Wancai feel very relieved.

It's just that his son doesn't want to take the Xiucai test, so Zheng Wancai's hard work will be in vain.

The matter is decided.

The sun is past noon.

Mr. Cheng and Murong Ling got up to say goodbye.

The Zheng family father and son were sent outside the gate, Mr. Cheng wanted Murong Ling to get in the car first, but when he saw Murong Ling stop and hesitate, the sun fell on her smooth and reddish pretty face...... Mr. Cheng instantly understood something.

"Brother Wancai, can you take a step to speak."

This remark is exactly in the heart of Zheng Wancai.

Take a few steps away.

Zheng Wancai couldn't wait to ask: "Brother Sir, I see that Miss Murong is very fateful, I don't know if she has a marriage match?" ”

"This ...... Forget it! My niece has her own background, although your Zheng family is a wealthy family, but it is not worthy of my niece, let's mention this matter later! I borrowed you to leave a little space for the two young people, maybe they have something to say. Mr. Cheng was a clear-eyed person, and when he saw that Murong Ling hesitated not to get into the carriage, he knew his intentions.

Outside the gate, on the steps.

Murong Ling's head was lowered, and the shyness of his daughter's family was already fully revealed.

"Girl, will we ever see each other again?" Zheng Guangzong asked with a smile.

Murong Ling raised his head, and there were two bits of sunshine in his eyes, like two bright stars.

"The mountains are high and the roads are far away, the world is impermanent, and we will meet each other by fate! Today's two poems are also considered to be full of returns. Murong Ling had a good voice, and his mouth spoke softly like a stream of water.

"What does the girl think of the poem below! Don't boast, don't flaunt, just tell the truth! "If asked, Zheng Guangzong just wanted to know if the poems of his previous life could be eaten in Daqian.

"Poetry is the best! But...... Hehe......" said Murong Ling with a mischievous smile and said, "It's just the word of the son, okay...... Ugly! ”

"Hahaha......"

Zheng Guangzong couldn't help but laugh.

Young people are together, there is always something to talk about.

After chatting for a few words, Murong Ling knew that when it was time to get in the car, she said lightly: "Can Childe send me two more lines of poetry?" ”

The girl is thoughtful, and Murong Ling is by no means seeking poetry.

She wanted to try Zheng Guangzong again, and she also wanted Zheng Guangzong to give poems privately.

"The girl's intentions, I don't dare to refuse!"

Zheng Guangzong raised his head to the sun, and the scorching afternoon sun was like the flame of youthful love.

"The world has both laws and regulations, and it lives up to its promise."