"Say kiss?" Zheng Guangzong was stunned.

Cheng Feng looked at Zheng Guangzong, twisting his beard with his hands, and also smiling.

"Guangzong, you have already passed the age of twenty, your father has worked hard for half a life, just one of your only seedlings, I have long expected you to spread your branches and leaves, and glorify your ancestors for the Zheng family's Guangzong, these years, my father has suffered you."

Zheng Wancai was extremely proud, and in order to give Zheng Guangzong a good name, he deliberately offered a large reward to collect good names in Huaili County.

After all kinds of selection, there are three sons of Lao Zheng Guangzong.

It was also after Zheng Guangzong was reborn and officially enlightened that Zheng Guangzong understood the true meaning of these three words.

Zheng Guangzong fused the memories of these two lives, and he didn't feel that his nose was sour, and his eyes were red: "Dad, the real bitter person should be you, you should have found a stepmother with me a long time ago." ”

"What nonsense, now it's about you, how did you get to me." Zheng Wancai glared at Zheng Guangzong: "Don't toast with the two elders yet." ”

Zheng Guangzong seems to be falling into a fog, there are still so many things to deal with behind him, where is there still time to talk about his children's private affairs.

However, wine is to be respected, and flattery is still to be spoken.

Moreover, today, Zheng Guangzong took the lead in copying the Liu family, and Wang Huzhong did not hold a grudge against Zheng Guangzong, which already showed Wang Huzhong's selflessness and high style.

Zheng Guangzong just wants to talk about some side words, looking forward to the early end of a dinner party, that is, he keeps persuading and toasting, and a few classic sentences will come out from time to time.

Cheng Feng is always amazed: "Good, good, good poetry, atmospheric, bold, Cheng Mou, my students are all over the world, and I have never seen such an accomplished person." ”

"The old gentleman is full of peach and plums all over the world, and I admire the little nephew." Zheng Guangzong's occasional chanting is just the poetry of his predecessors, where is it like Cheng Feng, it is true talent and real learning.

"Young Master Zheng, don't just remember to chant poetry and drink, you don't want to ask whose daughter it is?" Wang Huzhong was a little less literate, so he changed the topic.

“？” A question mark popped up in Zheng Guangzong's mind, and his eyes fell on Cheng Feng.

At this moment, Murong Ling's graceful figure flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart.

"Young Master Zheng, what do you think I'm doing?" Cheng Feng looked a little embarrassed.

"Mr. Cheng, the little nephew is stupid, please give you a few orders." Zheng Guangzong just wanted to find out Cheng Feng's tone, if it was really his niece Murong Ling, it would be better.

"Hehehe, I'm just here to ask for a cup of wine to drink, Young Master Zheng still asked the prince, and he knows best." Cheng Feng just drank and smiled slightly.

"Lord Wang, might as well make it clear?" Zheng Guangzong is not easy to say anything, the national style of the great cadres has always been like this, and the marriage of children is all the words of the parents and the matchmaker.

"Young Master Zheng, this girl is twenty-nine years old, born with a physique Ana, soft and affectionate, since she was a child, she is a piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, she knows everything, she is thin-skinned,

begged the king to come to protect the media, as for whether it is successful or not, it is all on the side of the son. Wang Huzhong introduced the woman very tactfully, and as soon as he heard it, everyone was beautiful and scholarly.

"Could it be Mu ......"

Zheng Guangzong thought of Murong Ling, and he didn't feel happy in his heart.

"Exactly, it's Mu, the daughter of the Mu family." Wang Huzhong interrupted Zheng Guangzong's words.

Zheng Guangzong's eyes fell on Cheng Feng again, Murong Ling was Cheng Feng's niece, and it was estimated that he was also embarrassed, so he didn't directly ask for marriage.

"If that's the case, then the little nephew can only obey." Zheng Guangzong actually couldn't ask for this family affair, but at the moment he was pretending to be reserved.

"Okay, well, that ink, the reason why you wrote two lines of poetry on the spot is to make the love between the two." Wang Huzhong stood up, for fear of missing this beautiful marriage.

Soon, the subordinate brought the table, set up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and Xiangling spared no effort to study ink for the young master.

"There are no colorful phoenix wings, and the heart is a little ......clear"

Zheng Guangzong held the brush in his hand and waved it.

The word, as if it was about to fly, was lifelike and flowing.

"Good words, good poems, what a pity, alas......"

Cheng Feng sighed, his expression very complicated.

"Mr. Cheng, what do you mean by this?" Zheng Guangzong was surprised.

"Young Master Zheng doesn't know something, you will understand in the future." Cheng Feng returned to the wine table and sat down, unexpectedly poured himself a drink, and sighed softly.

Wang Huzhong seemed to have hit the top spot, and fanned the ink on the paper that had not yet dried with a folding fan: "Young Master Zheng, you will definitely win the township test next year,

After the autumn, if you go to Beijing to take the exam, you will be able to win the top prize. ”

"The prince has won the award, the ambition of the small people is not in fame and fortune, the little life just wants to use his life to learn, benefit the people, and let the people live a happy and healthy life."

This is Zheng Guangzong, whose name is Guangzong, but he didn't think about wanting to glorify his ancestors.

"This king is an official, and he is ashamed to say that he does not have such ambitions as yours, but if this family affair can be completed, it will also be a blessing for the people of Huaili County."

When Wang Huzhong saw that the ink was dry, he carefully rolled up the paper and put it in a paper tube, as if he had found a treasure.

Wang Huzhong cautiously handed the paper tube to Cheng Feng: "Mr. Cheng, I have to trouble you to transfer this to the girl, on his big day, I will wait for another drunken day before resting." ”

"As it should be, as it should be." Cheng Feng put away the paper tube and smiled reluctantly.

"Drinking, drinking......"

Zheng Wancai saw that the big thing had been accomplished, and he was also overjoyed, so he hurriedly picked up the wine glass and pushed the cup with Hu Zhong, the king of Cheng Feng, to change the glass.

Everything that happened today has actually made Zheng Wancai tremble.

If he completely fell out with Wang Huzhong, in Huaili County in the future, Wang Huzhong had small shoes for him Zheng Wancai to wear.

A wine feast, drunk for a whole hour.

When Zheng Guangzong was helped to the bedroom, he was already too drunk and drunk.

Rao is like this, Zheng Guangzong still kept chattering: "Happy, too happy, there are no colorful phoenix wings, there is a little bit of clarity in the heart, Miss Murong, can you sense ......"

"Young master, you're drunk, I'll go get you sobering up soup." Xiangling helped Zheng Guangzong to the bed, so tired that he was panting and sweating.

"I'm not drunk, I'm very sober, the prince of the county personally protected the media today, didn't you hear it?" Zheng Guangzong grabbed Xiangling's hand and rubbed it again.

It seemed that it was Murong Ling's hand that was holding after all, and he was unwilling to let go at the moment.

"Young master, the slave and maid are happy for you when they hear it, but the more this is the case, the more you have to take care of your body, and the more wine hurts your body......"

Xiangling seemed to want to say something, or she heard something, but at this moment, she couldn't explain it to Zheng Guangzong.

"I knew that I still had to build a power plant, and if my body really collapsed, who would do this great project." Zheng Guangzong understood in his mouth, but he refused to let go.

Xiangling was very tired from this posture, so she had to lie down next to Zheng Guangzong on her side.