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I found an inn and the four siblings lived there.

But the people in the inn were talking about the so-called benevolence and righteousness of the Zheng family.

These people were just curious and talked about it as an interesting thing. The most intimidating were the great scholars in the capital, and they were almost crazy at this time. Since almost half of the great scholars heard about this, they have all been searching in ancient books and scriptures, searching one by one, and understanding one by one.

Some people, like Feng Yuan, went to find relevant Zhongdingwen.

Fortunately, the Song Dynasty was not like the Tang Dynasty, and the literary atmosphere was not very conservative. If it was like the Tang Dynasty, it was very likely that countless Confucian scholars would go to the inn where Zheng Lang was and drowned Zheng Lang with saliva. But if you want to refute the words of the Zheng family, you must find evidence.

We even need to find evidence to safeguard Dong Zhongshu's status.

These evidences must be strong. After all, the evidence presented by Zheng Langzi is very sufficient, with the origin of the words and the quotations of Confucius, Mencius and Xun. He cannot use the example of a white horse but a horse to refute it, which is even more a joke.

Where to find it?

My brother-in-law said, "I'm afraid Zheng Xiaolang will be more popular from now on."

Cui Xian bit her small lips without saying a word, her beautiful big eyes blinked, and her brother-in-law wanted to say, "Little sister, you are in danger in the future." But looking at her big black eyes, she didn't dare to joke, for fear of causing trouble, and said, "Little sister, let's go over and see what he is doing now?"

"Don't forget what Dad said before leaving. If the family style is ruined, we should not go back."

"Little sister, we just go over and see him."

"If you want to go, I can't go."

My brother-in-law wanted to persuade him, but he didn't dare to persuade him. My father said that he was corrupt and his sister went to see her future husband. Is it hard to say whether it was corrupt or not?

Cui Xian just saw Zheng Lang's proud look and was a little annoyed. Her father seemed to guess with his intention, but he didn't let his father do it! If he knew what she was thinking, would Cui Youjie release her? He bit his little lip and said, "You can go, and look at the two little maids by the way."

"Little sister..." My brother-in-law shook his head. The younger sister grew older and the talented, and the more she grew older, the more beautiful she was, but the jealousy smell became... bigger.

The second brother agreed and said, "What my sister said, I have to be careful. After you leave, the little boy... Zheng's little boy arrived. Not only did he take his two beautiful maids, he also greeted a beautiful prostitute. I went over and asked someone, saying that he was a famous leader in the capital, named Liu Yufang, and he had good piano skills."

After saying that, the second brother looked worried. Liu Yufang was not only beautiful, but she was in her twenties and had a mature charm that was not something that her younger sister could have.

The main reason is that Zheng Lang has a romantic reputation, and his brother-in-law are somewhat afraid.

"Then we have to go over and take a look." The eldest brother was also worried.

"Brother, we're going to go later," said the third brother.

“Why?”

"We have to go to bed tonight. If there is anything, we will catch a person..."

There is also a scene to catch the adulterer!

"What are you talking nonsense?" Cui Xian threw down her chopsticks in shame and quickly pulled Huan'er and ran away.

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It is possible that from today on, millions of extra heads in the capital will be white. Zheng Lang doesn't care about this. I said it, and I should do it. Everyone, you are embarrassed to disturb me again. This is the reason why he made this article incredible benevolence and righteousness.

But he did not have any ambition to create this article of benevolence and righteousness?

I went to the inn to continue practicing calligraphy.

The word "说" is more important than the benevolence and righteousness he said. I wonder if Feng Yuan will fight him with a kitchen knife after the truth is spread?

When it was time for dinner, the fat shopkeeper of the inn suddenly broke in and knelt down.

Zheng Lang was shocked and helped him up, but he couldn't help him. The big meat weighing more than 200 kilograms was not something he could pull up now. He wiped his sweat and said, "Shopkeeper Yan, get up, and have something to say."

Isn’t it disgusting? You are so old that even when my father was alive, he might not be as old as you. What is it to kneel in front of me?

"If you don't agree to something, the young one will not get up."

"Shopkeeper Yan, you are not young. I will call you uncle by age."

"The small one is the small one."

"..."Okay, you're a little guy, said, "What did you say? I can do it?"

"The younger one has only one grandson, and he is ten years old this year. I will ask you to worship you as a gentleman and learn the classics. As long as Zheng Langjun agrees, he will agree to you whatever the younger one wants."

"Shopkeeper Yan, why did you have this idea? If you want to learn, there are so many Confucian scholars in the capital, they are all more knowledgeable than me. Besides, look at me..." After gesturing, I was still young, what kind of students should I accept?

Then he looked at Jiang Xing'er fiercely, and Jiang Xing'er shook her head, which meant to explain. I have never told anyone about my worship as my teacher.

"The Confucian scholars in the capital are not as good as Zheng Lang. My little grandson is very smart. He can recite the entire "Thousand Characters" and will definitely not insult your reputation."

"Shopkeeper Yan, you can't say this randomly," Zheng Langzhen scared him. With the understanding of Confucianism in later generations, he could explain some new views, even more comprehensive, thorough and convincing views, but his true skills are still not as good as those of old Confucians. Just like writing, maybe he will write a good handwriting in the future, but his basic skills are not as good as Zhou Yue.

Perhaps it was the shopkeeper Yan who heard some rumors outside, which were exaggerated and thought that he was a star in the sky, and he happened to live in his inn, so that he could get a moon before getting close to the water and get a better chance of his grandson.

He had to say again: "Shopkeeper Yan, really, believe me. Apart from some novel opinions, my basic skills are far inferior, otherwise I would not dare to participate in the imperial examination."

However, no matter what he said, Manager Yan just couldn't get up.

Zheng Lang was so angry that he could only say, "This is how I am missing the basic skills. You can let your grandson go to school first and make the basic skills solid. In the future, I will succeed in the imperial examination. If I have free time, how can you let your grandson come to me and communicate with each other?"

"Zheng Lang, don't lie to me."

"Won't."

Shopkeeper Yan got up happily. Is the imperial examination still a problem for this little prodigy? Not only can my grandson learn knowledge in the future, but he also has this relationship. The latter part is also very important. Poor Zheng Lang was plotted like this.

Manager Yan shook his fat body and walked out. After a while, several friends brought a lot of delicacies, and also brought a child and a fat man. He put the dishes in his hand. He thanked Zheng Lang. It was a very rich delicacy, with delicacies and seafood. Sier was so young that he drooled when he looked at him. Zheng Lang wanted to refuse, but when he saw Manager Yan's pitiful eyes, it was also the dish, and it was cooked, but he couldn't be put on it. Could it be sold to other diners? He had to.

The little fat man knelt down and said, "See sir."

He looks very honest, but he is fat, and may have a weight similar to Zheng Lang's current weight. He helped him up and said, "Don't, get up and just call me Dalang."

After a long time of struggle, he sent the Yan family's grandchildren away. Then he was in a daze while eating late, and really wrote a good and righteous article, and then he became quiet in the future?

After dinner, the fat body of Manager Yan appeared again and ran in and said, "Dalang, someone is visiting you outside."

"Who?" Zheng Lang said unhappily. He still wanted to worship him? He didn't say it very clearly in the Imperial Academy, because he didn't want to disturb him, so he talked about benevolence and righteousness.

"It's not a student, it's Liu Yufang, a great man in the capital."

This time I knew what everyone was, but I didn’t know. This time I came to the capital and did some inquiries. If it was calligraphy and painting, he knew who wrote his hand and who was good at painting. But the piano was different. It was not Ouyang Xiu or Su Dongpo recorded in history. It was not Ouyang Xiu or Su Dongpo who was recorded in history. It was not that the piano was played well, but that the piano was played in their hands and became an elegant event, so it was recorded in history. The real Ouyang Xiu and Su Dongpo are likely to have a similar piano skills to Chen Siniang at most.

I asked a few people, some were imperial zithers in the palace, some were famous prostitutes, and they only had this business, and there was another profession, that was monks and Taoists, especially some monks and Taoists, whose piano skills were particularly outstanding. It is very likely that they did not need much labor and cultivated peace of mind and tranquility, so their piano skills were actually very outstanding.

This Liu Yufang is one of them.

However, before I could understand the words well, I didn’t dare to be greedy for piano skills.

But don't be polite when you come to your door, and say, "You can let her in."

"Here," Manager Yan ran out happily. The young man had a good temper. Unfortunately, he did not hear the comments of Feng Yuan, the imperial teacher in the palace. After a while, before the person arrived, the fragrance had arrived, and a faint orchid-flavored fragrance came in.

A young girl in her twenties followed Xiangqi and slowly bowed, "I have seen Zheng Lang."

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Chapter completed!