The days when I fished in Daming

There is only one good place to go for a stroll after tea and dinner, and that is the Qinhuai River.

The ancients also played with flowers.

It's just that the curfew is a bit annoying.

If you don't take the time, you may not be able to go back.

The sixteenth floor just makes up for this shortcoming.

Mom no longer has to worry about where her son is going.

Evening inspection is indispensable.

Zheng Xiong took a few younger brothers for a walk along the Qinhuai River.

After the beginning of autumn, there is an autumn rain and a cold.

Although it hasn't rained yet, the evening breeze is already bringing a coolness, which is more obvious on the riverside.

Everything else is good, just walking along the river, I always feel that it lacks a little taste.

what is it then!After thinking about it for a long time, maybe Miss Sister's short skirt is missing!
Still not open, unable to appreciate the vulgar beauty.

Occasionally, a few girls walked by, but they were also tightly wrapped, without any flaws.

I have to find a place for my sisters to go shopping in the future.

While appreciating, earn money from girls, kill two birds with one stone.

Well, write it down in the notebook first, and get it when I have time.

After a stroll, Zheng Xiong walked to the square.

Holding the food given by others, Zheng Xiong looked at Huafang. The young lady twisted her body vigorously and plucked the strings, which caused bursts of applause.

But in Zheng Xiong's view, there are still a few omissions, and reform is imperative.

For the sake of righteousness, Zheng Xiong is obliged to write it down.

After quietly enjoying a song and dance, Zheng Xiong didn't watch any more.

It's too late to go too far in everything, and you have to be prepared at all times to keep yourself healthy, and you can't take it too seriously.

In the middle of the square, various competitions are in full swing.

The list is refreshed in real time every moment.

An exclamation came from time to time, heralding the birth of another masterpiece.

Yao made Go, and Dan Zhu was good at it.

Although Go is good, Zheng Xiong can't.

Able to play chess, but not very proficient.

Zheng Xiong walked around and looked around.

The main reason is that you can't squeeze in, and there are quite a lot of people around.

On the side, the sound of the piano was cleared away, and the chess piece was quite harmonious, maintaining a good quality of watching chess without saying a word.

The atmosphere next door is much worse.

A group of people gathered around each poem, nodding and commenting.

"This poem is interesting, high-minded, and inspiring. It's a pity to be ranked eighteenth."

"It's a pity, this old man is unknown, he has never heard of the name, and he has no reputation at all. It's only because he spent a lot of money these two days that everyone knows him."

"The branches are still low under the snow, although they can't be low, but the last two sentences are enough, which makes the whole poem a class."

"This kind of merchant can be ranked eighteenth, which is already considered high. If you want me to judge, at least fifty."

"In my opinion, it may be that the master Wang used some tricks to be ranked first, and it can't be true."

Only when there is controversy can there be progress, and many people comment here.

The movement here also attracted Zheng Xiong.

After leaving the crowd, Zheng Xiong walked straight in.

The person who was disturbed originally wanted to scold him, but when he saw Zheng Xiong in official uniform, he hurriedly shut up and respectfully gave way.

Squeeze to the front, others are still arguing with each other.

Zheng Xiong first read the whole poem.

poetry!A little familiar.

Take a closer look, isn't it Lao Zhu's poem!
The styles of several masterpieces are similar.

The front is ordinary, the back is sublimated, and the theme is completely pointed out in the last two poems, which has a majestic feeling.

For example: the rooster crows once and the rooster crows once, and the rooster crows twice.Three tones and four tones, the world is white, and the remaining stars and Xiaoyue fade away.

It is this feeling.

The level is not enough, so we can only rely on other places for blessing.

Zheng Xiongxin is like a mirror.

Lao Zhu is pretty good at playing, so he came here to have fun.

If others don't know this poem, you can still not know it yourself.

The corner of Zheng Xiong's mouth raised slightly, thinking of a plan.

After patting the two of them, he asked.

"What are you arguing about! What's the problem, I'm here to comment on it for you?"

Startled by Zheng Xiong's sudden voice.

Turning around, a young face appeared, and the surrounding crowd saluted Zheng Xiong in unison.

It turned out to be a role model for the world, the medical marquis Zheng Xiong.

Hurry up and salute.

"See you Lord Hou."

"Don't be too polite, what are you arguing about?"

"Returning to Lord Hou, there is a poem with a different opinion. If you disturb Lord Hou, please forgive me."

"Well, don't be too polite, let me take a look first."

Pretending to look at it, Zheng Xiong had already made up his mind, turned around and said.

"It's okay, it's good! Do you have any different opinions?"

"I feel that this poem is not literary enough, and its ranking is a bit higher."

"Is it high? It doesn't hide its flaws. It has a high intention and can be called a masterpiece."

"What Hou Ye said is true, it should be so."

Seeing that no one objected, and they were all submissive, Zheng Xiong directly stated his purpose.

"It just so happens that the Marquis has a feeling for it, and there is a clumsy work, please give your comments and comments!"

"It's my honor to listen to Master Hou's masterpiece."

"Ah."

After taking two random steps, Zheng Xiong slapped his thigh.

"There is."

"The sea reaches the boundless sky as the shore, and the mountain climbs to the top and I am the peak. If the sun can rise from the east, the roc will spread its wings and hate the sky."

I'm sorry, I don't have anything in my stomach, so I can only plagiarize. I'm sorry, Mr. Lin, let me borrow it.

You do not mind right!
Apologizing secretly in his heart, Zheng Xiong's expression was extremely comfortable.

What is level, this is level, both literary talent and conception, obviously a cultural person.

The people in the field can feel the arrogance rushing towards their faces without even thinking about it.

Undoubtedly a masterpiece.

"Hou Ye is a great talent. This poem is so many times better than that one, and there is no other one in the audience. It is an honor to listen to Hou Ye's masterpiece. I will have no regrets in this life."

"Hey! I'm posting what I feel, don't step on it, just talk about your feelings."

Then brag!After all, Zheng Xiong's poems are the only ones in the early Ming Dynasty, and there are few comparable ones, and this one is the same.

"Hou Ye's poems, as always, can be sung for thousands of years in every capital, and I can't match it!"

That's not true, the poems of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, how can it be bad with just a few people supporting the scene.

boast!On behalf of Master Lin, I accept your praise.

"Is there no comment? If you have any shortcomings, you can point it out, and I will listen."

"I am amazed by the poems written by Lord Hou. There is no comment, just one word, absolutely! Absolutely!"

"Dishonest, forget it, don't say it if you don't want to say it, you guys are playing, Benhou is gone."

"Congratulations to Lord Marquis."

After Zheng Xiong finished pretending, he left contentedly.

By the way, add trouble to Lao Zhu.

If Lao Zhu were to compose poems face to face, he would not dare to sweep Lao Zhu's face like this.

With the blessing of fame, no matter what you have to boast about, just like your own poems, high level is one aspect, and reputation outside is also very important. It can be seen that others dare not even comment on it.

Now you come here quietly, you have been bumped into by yourself, the old hatred is hard to get rid of, if you don't report it now, let alone when.

I'll give you a second before I talk about it, even if I know it, I can only suffer from being dumb, so I can bear it in my heart!
Sure enough, before the next day, when Lao Zhu was chatting with Empress Ma that night, he heard about this terrible thing.

Others didn't know, but Mao Xiang knew that the poem was written by Lao Zhu, and Zheng Xiong gave it a second. It was related to Lao Zhu, so he didn't dare to neglect it, so he quickly reported it.

"Zhu Zi, you are too deceptive!"

The excited heart, trembling hands, and the broken teacup on the ground showed Lao Zhu's mood at the moment.

"What's the matter? Didn't Zheng Xiong just write a poem? Such a big reaction! It's very well written!"

Looking at Queen Ma's suspicious gaze, Lao Zhu was at a loss for words for a while, and the baby was in pain!

Can we say that we went out to see girls spending money lavishly, and even composed a poem impromptu!This was given by someone in seconds, and it would not be uncomfortable to change anyone.

Now I can't do anything, I can only hold it in my heart, and I dare not say anything.

(End of this chapter)