At a glance, the dragon saw the head and the tail.

Shi Miaomiao's stunning face when she lifted the curtain was beautiful, but she couldn't see it clearly, leaving a wireless reverie. Who knows, but it sets off Liang Sheng's tallness.

"The beauty bends her waist for the talent, and the son of Liang Sheng is really a model for my generation!"

Wang Song also admired more and more in his heart, and he opened and closed his mouth to Liang Sheng.

After resting for a while, the three of them set off together, walked another mile of mountain road, and arrived at their destination. Outside a mountain villa built against the mountain.

"Ruizhuang!"

The villa is named after Rui, built by the mountain, the environment is quiet, the gate is very old, the years are mottled, but there is also a wonderful precipitation.

"Although this Ruizhuang is the first time to come, it has been admired for a long time. Stopping in front of Ruizhuang, Wu Zhengchun said with some emotion.

"The Huangshan Poetry Club has been held for hundreds of years, and the organizers of this past generation are the Wu family, the owner of Ruizhuang, and the Wu family has also had a great influence over the past few hundred years. There have been countless jinshi and people in the door, and they have become behemoths. Wang Song nodded and said.

After chatting for a while, Wang Song sent a house slave to knock on the door.

"Are the three sons here to participate in the poetry meeting?" Soon after, the door was opened, and a hao slave poked his head out of the door, looked the three of them up and down for a while, and smiled.

"Exactly. ”

Chen Guhong, Wang Song, and Wu Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Please!"

Haonu bent over the door and welcomed the three in. The outside of this Ruizhuang looks quiet, but the inside is elegant, the buildings are scattered, pine rockeries, small bridges and flowing water, like the home of the immortals.

Soon after, Honu led the three of them to the guest room. When he came to the door, Hao Nu first bent down to the three of them and said apologetically: "Three sons, because of the special this year, more than 1,000 people participated in the poetry meeting. And the guest room is only three hundred, so the three sons have been wronged and have to live with another son. ”

"Living together?"

Wang Song suddenly showed a bitter color, his house was spacious and comfortable, although he lived with a beautiful concubine, how could he have lived with a man?

My friend Guhong forget it, don't have body odor if you don't know the guy.

Wu Zhengchun also frowned slightly.

"After three days, the poetry meeting will only stay for a few days. Patience passed. Chen Guhong comforted the two of them, and then said to the Hao slave: "It's hard work." ”

The door opened, and the three entered.

In the guest room, there was already a person sitting, a young man in his twenties, slightly taller, emaciated, the clothes on his body were whiter than Chen Guhong's, his face was a little pale, and he seemed to be malnourished.

Seeing Chen Guhong and the three of them coming in, this person raised his head. Slightly restrained, he said: "Under it, he is a former county student, Zheng Chong." I don't know how many of them are?"

"This man is a little scared. Chen Guhong said secretly in his heart, but Chen Guhong didn't feel annoyed. It means that the two of them came forward to get to know each other.

After Zheng Chong learned Wu Zhengchun's name, he became even more restrained, and even his back was slightly bent, and he was very inferior. Immediately, Chen Guhong and the three also learned about Zheng Chong's life.

This person is a typical poor scholar, who has been studying since he was a child and has a poor family. Although he was admitted to Xiucai, he has some social status and future, but he often runs around to be fed.

In short, the family situation is not very good.

However, Chen Guhong and the three of them are not domineering people, and they are also kind to him. Slowly, Zheng Chong became more confident, and the conversation became more natural.

Everyone is a reader, and communication is not a problem, so they get close to each other. And now there are still a few days before the Huangshan Poetry Society, and the four of them sit down leisurely, or read books and blow the flute, or play the piano and paint, or catch children and play games, so they are not chic.

In short, the relationship between the four people heated up rapidly, and finally Wang Song proposed that the four of them be known as the four friends of the year.

However, there was one thing that surprised Chen Guhong and the others. This Zheng Chong is by no means an ordinary poor scholar, he is a Danqing master.

Tomorrow is the Huangshan Poetry Club, Wang Song endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but want to see Liang Sheng.

"Can you go together?" Before leaving, Wang Song asked the three friends.

"That Liang Sheng does have the value of seeing, but there is no need to go to see it. Anyway, tomorrow is the poetry meeting, you can always see it, you can go yourself. Chen Guhong shook his head and said.

"I see him a lot. Wu Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Not interested. Zheng Chong said simply.

"The three of you. Wang Song was bored, but he couldn't bear it, so he said goodbye to the three friends and went out of the room to find Liang Sheng.

Wang Song left, but the three of them didn't find it boring. Readers can entertain themselves by playing the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, not to mention that there are people to play with. Zheng Chong spread out a blank piece of paper on the table, and then began to study the ink, concentrating on the preparation of painting.

Wu Zhengchun said to Chen Guhong: "Brother Chen can enjoy a game of face matching?"

"It's been so many days, and Brother Xian has played thirty games of chess with me, and he has never won. Still not giving up?" Chen Guhong said helplessly. But it turned out that Wu Zhengchun was quite fond of games and had played with three people respectively.

As a result, Wang Song and Zheng Chong were all stinky baskets, and they were killed by him. Just when Wu Zhengchun was playing chess with Chen Guhong with confidence, he was killed incompletely.

Chen Guhong is born with a primordial mind, mysterious and intelligent. The pen is written, the calculation ability is even more extraordinary, and Go pays attention to strategy and calculation, Chen Guhong does not dare to boast of being invincible in the world, but he also dares to boast that he is a top master among mortals. He thought that Wu Zhengchun would retreat in the face of difficulties, but this friend became more and more brave the more he fought.

So far, I have lost 30 games, but I still mumble about this game.

"The more you fight, the more brave you are, and you are a true hero. Wu Zhengchun looked arrogant, then pulled Chen Guhong's hand, came to the front and sat down, and shamelessly picked up the sunspot, and said: "Brother Chen, you are one higher in chess, please let me have three sons." With that, he brushed down the three sons with a sunspot brush.

and looked at Chen Guhong with great energy, hoping that he would fall.

"Brother Xian, you are very thick-skinned. Chen Guhong couldn't cry or laugh, and gave a son. At first, this guy looked gentle and elegant, very kind, but after getting acquainted with it, he found that he was very thick-skinned.

"A master must have a master's demeanor, Brother Chen, your chess skills are definitely the top in the world. Let me be as I should be. Wu Zhengchun said without shame.

Then it started again.

Chen Guhong fell quickly, without thinking. And Wu Zhengchun was able to keep up with Chen Guhong's speed at the beginning, but the more he went down, the more difficult it became, and in the end, he even had to stop and think about a cup of tea.

"It's all incense, aren't you asleep, brother?" Chen Guhong shook his head and said.

"Throw in the towel. "How do you know that Wu Zhengchun slapped his thigh, and simply threw himself into defeat.

"You lost ten hands ago. Chen Guhong fell relaxed and said with a smile.

"If you can still survive, how can you admit defeat?" Wu Zhengchun said.

"Okay. Chen Guhong shrugged his shoulders, he didn't plan to play chess with this chess idiot, he shook his shirt and was about to get up, but Wu Zhengchun pulled him and said with tears in his eyes: "Brother Chen, let's play another game." ”

"But you can't win me. Chen Guhong said helplessly.

"One more game, one more game. ”

Seeing that this virtuous brother was really pitiful, Chen Guhong accompanied him again.

"Next game. ”

"Next game. ”

Who knows one game after another, and soon ten sets. Until Wu Zhengchun's eyes were bloodshot, and the hair on his head was scratched by him, he was a good noble son, and he almost became a homeless man with a cloak of hair.

Chen Guhong was able to get out.

"You can't play chess with him anymore. Chen Guhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said. With nothing to do, Chen Guhong came to Zheng Chong's side to watch him paint.

This was a big surprise.