Shen Lang is unmarried?

Liao Dongxue on the side stood with her eyebrows, watched Liao Dongsheng sit down, and immediately reached out and pinched him on the thigh.

"Ouch, why are you pinching me?!"

Liao Dongsheng screamed in pain, and the severe pain made him feel that his old sister was extremely ruthless, and he was only afraid of pinching bruises.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Brother Ziyu is a distinguished guest of my Liao family, and you are not afraid of upsetting others!" Liao Dongxue glared angrily at her brother.

"Ziyu is not such a stingy person." Liao Dongsheng's face was full of indifference.

Liao Dongxue said angrily: "Then you can't say anything like he wants to find a daughter-in-law, Brother Ziyu has a fiancée!" ”

Liao Dongsheng smiled and said, "What did I say you are angry about, it turned out to be this." With Ziyu's talent, there will definitely be more than one room in the future, and he can't say some things, but maybe he thanks me in his heart. ”

As he spoke, he glanced at his sister and saw that the anger on Liao Dongxue's face did not change at all.

Liao Dongsheng's heart suddenly moved, and he said in a low voice: "Sister, tell me honestly, what do you think of Ziyu?" ”

Liao Dongxue was stunned for a moment, as if she didn't expect her brother to ask such a question, but her face turned red in an instant

"Brother Ziyu, he's very good......" Liao Dongxue's voice was like a mosquito, and his face turned even redder as she spoke, "Why are you asking this?" ”

Liao Dongsheng is ten years older than Liao Dongxue, and he has loved this sister since he was a child. Seeing his sister's appearance, Liao Dongsheng immediately understood something in his heart.

"There's no urgency in this matter, wait for my brother to think about it." Liao Dongsheng whispered.

Liao Dongxue lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

After a while, she whispered, "Big brother, does your leg still hurt, it was my sister who was rude just now." ”

Liao Dongsheng couldn't help but roll his eyes, this little girl can't be raised!

After Shen Lang sat down, he began to bow his head and think about something, and others didn't dare to disturb him when they saw this.

Although he is now called Shen Lang or Brother Shen, Mr. Ziyu's name is still too prosperous, and even if the people around him have the heart to make friends, they still have some scruples. It's okay to be said that you don't know the number of etiquette, but if you are said to be a horse, you really can't stand it.

The people sitting on Shen Lang's side are all juniors, and most of them are thin-skinned.

The older ones didn't care about that, but they had some scruples about stepping over the table.

Since this Mingxinhu Literary Society is called the Composition Club, of course, it is mainly based on poetry and essays, and it is presided over by a young talent in his thirties from the Liao family, who sits in the center of the venue as an official.

The so-called commander is responsible for writing questions, collecting the opinions of the judges from all parties, and giving a pertinent judgment.

It is generally the most outstanding person of the younger generation in the family, on the one hand, to give a chance to show his face, and on the other hand, it is also to take the meaning of young and progressive.

The young man of the Liao family is called Liao Qingyun, and he is Liao Guangjie's nephew, and Liao Dongsheng wants to call him uncle. Shen Lang had met a few times from afar when he was in Liao's house, and the two were nodding friends, and they had no contact.

"The first session of the poetry meeting is themed on the lake."

Liao Qingyun gently knocked the small bronze bell on the table in front of him.

Probably because the Temple of Literature likes to use the bell, the general society will use the bronze bell as a ritual vessel.

There was a whispering in the surrounding pavilions, and some of the scholars who participated in the literary meeting wrote alone, while others discussed in a low voice with their friends to see how to cut in.

Liao Dongsheng, who was sitting next to Shen Lang, tilted his head and smiled: "Ziyu, don't you plan to come to a song?" ”

"If you don't do it, I came to drink wine and enjoy flowers, and I write poetry...... Isn't that plain annoying? Besides, my generation has been reduced to this generation, and I am not in the mood to compose poetry. ”

Shen Lang sighed, from Grandpa Shen to Uncle Shen, from Uncle Shen to Brother Shen, and finally from Brother Shen to Ziyu......

Liao Dongsheng glanced at Shen Lang, then leaned over with a smile and said with a low smile: "You can't really call Uncle Shen all the time, you see how I am nearly ten years older than you." Ahem...... Uncle Shen, give your brother a face! ”

Shen Lang glanced at him angrily: "Good nephew, remember, this is for you to be an uncle." ”

"Got it, got it!"

The two whispered and laughed, and the people next to them were a little envious.

Although Liao Dongsheng is a descendant of the Liao family, his parents left early, and his own learning is limited, so his status in the family is not high. Although he is usually pampered, he can't touch anything related to power.

And to put it mildly, his identity is actually a "breeding pig" raised by a big family in the backyard, and the only task is to wait until the age is up, marry a daughter-in-law to continue the family bloodline, and there is no chance to rise in this life.

However, there seems to be some changes recently, with the arrival of Shen Lang, Liao Dongsheng has a kind of taste of rising tides, and his uncle and brother, who don't look down on him very much, are a lot more polite to him.

Although Liao Dongsheng didn't say it, he was clear in his heart.

He also understands that his talents are limited, and he has no long-term vision. But if he doesn't have it, it doesn't mean that others don't, such as Liao Guangzheng, the head of the Liao family.

Liao Guangzheng is optimistic about people, how can they be bad?

From the moment he knew the name Shen Lang, he made up his mind to hold on to this big tree.

At that time, he hadn't even met Shen Lang, but he had already used all his savings to buy the purple ink inkstone, just to make a good impression.

The first to come on the stage was a reader from the Liao family, and a Yonghu work was quite good, and the surrounding talent was surging, and it actually reached the level of going out of the county.

There was a burst of exclamations around, and the reader was also full of spring breeze, obviously very satisfied with his poems.

After he walked down, people from various families immediately took the initiative to look for him, and many of them directly led the women of the family over.

Shen Lang looked a little surprised, and couldn't help but say to Liao Dongsheng next to him: "Is it rare to get out of the county?" ”

Liao Dongsheng rolled his eyes at him, and Liao Dongxue also covered his mouth and chuckled.

"When they are all like you, they are all in Mingzhou at every turn, and they will control the country without paying attention? The level of this poem is already quite high in the Fucheng Literary Society! In other words, this should be the level that the Fucheng Cultural Association should have. Liao Dongsheng said in a low voice.

Shen Lang smashed his mouth, it turned out that he was out of line.

After that, many scribes went up to offer poems, but the level was much worse than the Liao family just now, and there were no more works of Mingzhou.

"Boom!"

Liao Qingyun rang the bronze bell gently.

This is the end of the first round, with a total of twenty-three poems and one from the county. Because this article is the only one out of the county, the first name is Liao Dongren. ”

After speaking, the bronze bell was gently rung again.

Shen Lang nodded slightly, because the article can be obtained by heaven, so once a work such as a county is born, there is no longer a need for judges.

Is there any judge who can be bigger than Tiandao?

"Second Round ......"

"Wait!"

As soon as Liao Qingyun started speaking, a voice interrupted him.