Zheng Lang's actions shocked everyone.

What kind of phoenix or autumn wind do you don’t take it seriously, let alone comparing yourself to the great breeze and supporting him for 90,000 miles. But Gao Yanei’s poem was written neatly, and it was not enough for him to read. He was originally very "famous", but when he came to the scene, the other students who were preparing to show off all stopped, dodged a path, and let him perform alone.

Instead of writing immediately, he looked at Chen Siniang who was not in the crowd and almost disappeared, and said, "Chen Siniang, can you come out and say a few words?"

Chen Siniang didn't say anything. You prodigal son is going to be embarrassing. What should I do with such a miserable lady?

However, no one expected that the new magistrate actually spoke and said, "Chen Siniang, just come out."

He has been in the officialdom for forty years and has never seen any kind of person. For example, a young man who is self-proclaimed but actually fake, like Gao Yanei, and the fat and brainless Ma Yanei. Zheng Lang is notorious, which gives him a bad impression of congenitality.

But the heroic spirit and open-minded actions in the liquor poem just now made him feel that this son is extraordinary.

The magistrate is destined, but Chen Siniang has a bitter face and can only walk out.

Faced with almost all the ridiculous eyes, Zheng Lang was very calm and asked gently: "Chen Siniang, I learned piano skills from my father for a while since I was a child. Later, I was naughty and forgot about it. Today I just heard your playing "Yangguan Sandie" and felt a lot of emotion. Your piano skills are very wonderful. I want to redeem you from Qingge and teach me piano skills. Are you willing?"

All were in a big uproar.

Even if you recite a limerick poem, it cannot prove anything.

Just because you, a kid, still have the intention to learn piano skills? You are obviously good at taste. First, you wanted to have sex with Shou Lou Yan, but later you actually fell in love with this middle-aged prostitute!

But some people objected, probably not. I guess his small body has not grown all the hair yet. This is an envious person from the Gao family and the Xingshou Lou Yan.

With a lot of discussion, Chen Siniang's face became even more bitter. She was originally ordinary and had a light business. If she was associated with this evil young man, she would never have any kind guest to come to her home in the future. As for redeeming him and teaching him piano skills, she would not take it seriously.

But he was afraid of Zheng Lang, so he didn't dare to speak, and looked at Liu Zhizhou with a begging expression.

Liu Zhizhou smiled slightly and said, "If you can write a poem that makes someone feel that you are not talking big, you can make the decision for you."

Everyone can say sarcastic words, you have to show your true skills instead of likable poems.

Ma Sihu whispered: "Magistrate, let him continue to mess around, it's not good."

"Ma Sihu, you are attached to the image."

Ma Sihu's face turned red and he stepped down without saying a word. But he was very angry. You are a back-up and you are a fool. We are adults, and we are not good at participating in the situation and have misconduct. Besides, they are all children of officials and have good backgrounds. But you can't compare my son to a pig.

How can you not be angry in your heart!

Chen Siniang whispered: "I will follow the magistrate."

Sier glared at Chen Siniang fiercely, thinking to himself, what are you doing? You are so old, older than the Sixth and Seventh Lady, and look even worse than them. Our little husband is so smart. He is reluctant to redeem you!

Small. immature thoughts.

Zheng Langke knew how much influence his reputation was, and he was not dissatisfied with her hesitant attitude. He smiled gently and said, "Chen Siniang, I won't let you down today."

Then he turned around and said to Liu Zhizhou, "Thank you for the love of the magistrate, you can show off your charm. I just happened to hear Chen Siniang's wonderful piano music, and the song was "Yangguan Sandie". So the name of this poem you wrote today is Sandie Yangchun."

"Three dividing spring? A good name. You must think twice about it." Ordinary people can't hear it. But Liu Zhizhou heard the importance of this name. It is easy to write poetry. This is not a scientific examination or a response. You need to think about it now. Every student usually writes a few poems, and then revises it repeatedly, and recites it when needed. Today, all the poems written by students are like this, except for a few problematic poems.

But this guy wants to write a song called "Sandied Yangchun". I don't know what it is, so it is related to "Sandied Yangguan" played by Chen Siniang just now. No one can remember that Chen Siniang would play this song on the spot, which means that he was performing on the spot.

It is difficult for such poems to appear.

"It's okay!" Zheng Lang smiled slightly. At this moment, Chen Siniang suddenly felt that this young man was not as annoying as he thought, with a smile so friendly and so full of confidence.

After saying that, pick up the ink and grind it into the inkstone sea. This is also very particular. When everyone creates calligraphy, the ink light and thick ink needs to be used, and the thickness and depth need to be adjusted according to their own style. If it is produced later on, the calligrapher who writes calligraphy with ink ink must not be a top-level famous artist. Even if it is valued by people at that time, it is mostly praised. When the top-level famous artists create calligraphy for ten thousand years, they must prepare two most important things, ink and inkstone!

At this time, the good brothers were worried.

Langkozi spoke too much.

Niu Erlang asked Sier worriedly, "Can Dalang be OK?"

If not, today I am so embarrassed.

"Don't worry, Dalang will do it," Sier said confidently, patting his small breasts without a light plate. He said again: "You are still Dalang's good friends, and you don't know Dalang at all."

I understand, my handwriting is good, and I stayed at home for the past year and a half, otherwise what would we do if we force him to persuade him to do? However, you can't say that the poems written by Gao Yanei are not enough for him to read. I'm sweating. At most, you can only study hard for half a year. Could it be that you are Wen Kuixing, and you have been studying for a year and a half, which is better than the hardships of others for more than ten years!

Everyone looked at Zheng Lang with sadness on their faces.

Zheng Lang put down the inkstone, grind the ink. He turned his head and looked at Liu Zhizhou: "Master, can you ask for a bowl of wine from the Magistrate?"

It’s not a show-off. He can now write three or four parts of the word "rice" in the word "rice" in the word "rice" in the word "rice" in the word "rice" in the word "rice" in the word "rice" in the word "rice" in the word "rice" will make the font more smooth.

"Stop making trouble," this time, even Wu Sanro's father, Wu Tui Guan, could not stand it.

"Well, it's accurate." Liu Zhizhou raised his hand again and made an exception. It was also a matter of vision. Everyone was waiting for this guy to make a fool of themselves, but he could see clearly that his ink was far from being compared with the so-called backwards in the field just now.

The intuition in my heart told him even more that he should not underestimate this child, otherwise he would regret it in the future.

"Thanks to the magistrate to love, Sier, bring that jar of wine."

"Come on!" Sier replied cheerfully. She was happy. Drinking the wine of the magistrate. As for what consequences would be caused if Zheng Lang could not write a good poem today, she had never thought about it. She ran to the platform and looked at the wine jar. She was curious if the wine used by the magistrate was different from the wine that the magistrate drank.

When he brought the wine jar, Zheng Lang slapped the cover of the jar, his attitude was extremely free and easy. At this time, not only Liu Zhizhou, but also several elders with good eyesight, finally became cautious. Not to mention anything else, just based on this demeanor, he was not what the public called prodigal son.

He raised the wine jar, raised his neck and took a big sip, poured some wine into his collar, put it down, wiped it with his hand, and said, "Good wine."

Suddenly I picked up a long scroll and no longer looked at anyone. As if there was nothing in the world, I picked up my pen and wrote the first line of poem:

"The new prefect Ai Cailang, and the poetry club was entrusted beside Caishui."

"Okay!" Liu Zhizhou yelled.
Chapter completed!