The tide has already started, and it will be high tomorrow. Please support me. But have you shown off a little? I feel sad, please correct me.

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Some people are unwilling to accept it, but they are confused.

This little lyric alone may not reach Yan Shu's height, but the elegance and freshness of the little lyrics are not a bit too much. Is it a person who can write such a little lyrics willing to write for a child?

It may not be too unreasonable to say this.

In fact, after singing the song, it also slapped many people in the face.

Bai Yuniang lowered her head, pinched the corner of her clothes, and stared at Zheng Lang with a pair of big watery eyes. She was really moved. She even got this little song earlier, so she could throw away the elegant poem she had prepared in front and sing this song.

But she never thought that you are just moved, what will a child who has not yet developed yet do?

After singing the song, I whirled my hand and said, "Seeing laughter", and then sang:

"For a moment, I can't wake up from the light, I hate it like a spring dream, I fear it clearly, the light moon, the light clouds, the rain outside the window, sounds.

Humanity has become more affectionate than others, but now I am really not very affectionate. I heard the partridges crying everywhere, and the pavilion is short and long.”

Another elegant and fresh little word!

Especially the two sentences "one sound" and "I heard the partridges cry again" are like that. There is nothing to say, but listening to it seems that it makes people cry!

Two small poems are like a slight pink because they are given to two lines, so they are slightly pink. But unlike the popular poems in the early Northern Song Dynasty, this pink is so elegant, just like a graceful gentleman who is completely unlucky. The most wonderful thing is that both poems use common common words, but they give people the feeling of a stunning girl who cleanses her hair, charming.

Many people can't help but reminisce.

Especially a few girls, I have also met some wishful husbands in the fun, but what about the final result?

Just like Lou Yan and Gao Yanei, Gao Yanei is not very outstanding, but he has run the same marathon for three years without any accurate confidence. Isn’t this the humanity of being more affectionate and more unfeeling now, as if it was created for these brothel women.

It resonated again.

Lian Jiang Xing'er and Tong Feiyan both raised their big eyes in surprise and stared at Zheng Lang.

Zheng Lang sighed in his heart. Nalan's little finger was indeed very powerful in destructive to the little woman.

But more people stared at Lou Yan with their eyes.

Not to mention that the Zheng family is a child of Dan Lao, I knew to fight for Lou Yan two years ago. The little kid is now heartbroken and not passionate! Thinking of this, I listened to him not growing up yet and not changing his voice. The sharp and sharp voice of the child, everyone felt silenced and laughed. Is it different for a genius child to be like an ordinary child, and even he is enlightened earlier than that of an ordinary child?

But invisibly, at this time, they all agreed that Zheng Lang was a genius. He asked someone to write on his behalf, one time, two times, and can he still write on his behalf every time?

Some people were talking quietly, but this time Lou Yan really took a look.

What a great opportunity. I am six years older. With the favor of several women in the Zheng family, if I am really good, wouldn’t the Zheng family spend a lot of money to redeem it? Besides, the Zheng family’s sixth and seventh ladies were originally from brothels.

Lou Yan was also shot while lying down. Listening to everyone's discussion, his eyes were about to burst into flames.

In fact, there are such love and hatred. Zheng Lang picked two poems, which are better and not abrupt. For example, Nalan also has a poem "The wind flies and has melted into apples, the mud lotus is just broken, the lotus is so fragrant, take care of it, and remember the past life. People have become more affectionate and have become less affectionate, but now I regret it and feel heartbroken, and I have come to the heartbreaking place, and tears are stolen." The artistic conception and charm are far less than the second poem.

Or the song "The wet clouds are all pressing down on several peaks, the shadows are desolate, and the look is condensed, neither fog nor smoke, when the goddess wants to come, if you ask that life is a dream, no one knows it except in the dream", the words are beautiful, the artistic conception is beautiful, like a dream and a illusion, but it seems that it is talking about the love between men and women, which is not suitable for him, and the style is also low.

So I chose these two songs and it was not so abrupt.

Liu Zhizhou waved to Zheng Lang and said, "Come here."

Stop trying. Last time, I asked you to split up the poetry club and show off again. The flowers will soon become yours.

Zheng Lang put down his two daughters, came to Liu Zhizhou, and sat down on the side.

"You are doing these two little poems well."

"The magistrate is raising love."

"If you are greedy and chew too much, you won't be able to make it worse. No matter how many poems are, the piano music, or the various schools of thought, you are not your main learning direction in front of you."

"Boy understand."

But Liu Zhizhou's eyes were filled with joy.

Others can’t get greedy, but they can’t get greedy. This is what talent is called talent.

But Zheng Lang suddenly glanced at Lou Yan's direction strangely. He saw Lou Yan attaching to the middle-aged scholar's ear and whispering something. The middle-aged scholar showed a look of difficulty, and Lou Yan kept acting coquettishly to him.

Zheng Lang felt even more strange.

Bai Yuniang and Tan Wan were humble to her because their family background was pretty good, and they were very young, they looked promising and talented. The magistrate repeatedly raised it and was a potential stock. That's it. When they hugged them with their hands, their bodies were still stiff.

Who is this middle-aged uncle?

And in front of everyone, Lou Yan's actions may very likely affect her score today. Also, Gao Yanei really doesn't care at all?

Thinking of this, he turned his head and quietly looked at County Magistrate Gao, but saw that there was no expression on his face. Suddenly he realized that County Magistrate Gao did not object to his son's visit to prostitutes, but he did not want his son to get too close to her. Lou Yan did this, but instead he was in line with his wishes.

Just as he was thinking, the middle-aged scholar stood up with a puzzled look on his face and gave a bow to the surroundings. The maid beside Lou Yan handed a guqin. The scholar also sat down, put his hands on the strings, and a beautiful music came out. The scholar sang with his desolate and uneven voice: "The cicada is sad, and the night of the long pavilion, the rain has just stopped..."

His piano was played very well and he sang just that, but the lyrics of this poem were so beautiful and cold that it was beyond remarkable. In terms of lyrics, it was far above the two small songs that Zheng Lang sang just now. Everyone was a little surprised, who is this person?
Chapter completed!