"Sir, I'll be back later."
Wei Hong hurriedly entered the house, while Zheng Xiong's group and a few young men stood outside the house, relatively speechless.
Wei Hong returned to the house, found the washbasin, and filled it with water.
The face reflected in the basin suddenly seemed unfamiliar. Wei Hong wiped it on his face with water, then picked up a rag and rubbed it hard on his face.
Pieces of dead skin were taken away by the water, and the dirty face was washed with water, revealing Wei Hong's true face.
What is the most important thing about a woman's face? A fair face, this is a big plus point and should be chewed on. The other things are a more three-dimensional image of the facial features.
Wei Hong's shortcoming is her skin. Without this shortcoming, she has three-dimensional facial features.
When Wei Hong reappeared in front of Zheng Xiong, everyone was shocked.
Even though Zheng Xiong has been baptized by the Internet, he is already immune to so-called beauties and will only be an out-and-out scoring machine.
Even though the girls in Jiaofangsi are already very good, each mountain is still higher than the other, and every section is stronger than every section.
Wei Hong's appearance still made Zheng Xiong stand still for a moment.
The eyebrows are like green feathers, and the muscles are like mutton fat. The face is lined with peach petals, and the servant girl is piled with peach branches.
The autumn waves are enchanting and the spring bamboo shoots are slender and enchanting.
It is said that Zhaojun's beauty is indeed better than that of Xishi.
The willow waist is slightly spread, and the jade limbs are moved lightly with lotus steps. It is difficult for Chang'e to come here in the moon, how can the Nine Heavens Fairy be like this?
To put it simply, she has fair skin, beautiful appearance, long legs, protruding front and back, and she looks like she is good at giving birth.
It completely conforms to Zheng Xiong's aesthetics and makes people's hearts ripple.
Although Wei Hong's clothes are very simple, like clothes made entirely of rags sewn together, wearing them still gives people a different feeling.
Perhaps this is why the clothes are endorsed by celebrities. The rag clothes gave Wei Hong a different feeling.
Wei Hong walked up to Zheng Xiong a little shyly and said to Zheng Xiong.
"Sir, this is the true appearance of this little girl."
In this situation, Zheng Xiong just wanted to recite a poem. After calming down his agitated mood, he spoke to Wei Hong.
"In this situation, I want to recite a poem."
"My little lady is all ears."
"There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. Once you look at the Qingren city, then you look at the Qingren country. Would you rather not know the Qingcheng and the Qingguo? It's hard to find a beautiful woman again."
Zheng Xiong blurted out this poem "Li Yannian Song" from the Western Han Dynasty. Wei Hong had never read the book, but he could understand this complimentary poem.
"Young Master is ridiculously praising you. I don't deserve the Young Master's praise. I don't deserve the Young Master's praise. I don't deserve it if I conquer the country. This poem sounds very good. I dare to ask but it was done by the Young Master."
"No, this is "Li Yannian Song" from the Western Han Dynasty. When I saw the girl's face, I blurted it out. It was completely inspired by me."
"Wait a minute, let me think about it and see if I can think of a poem to send to the girl."
Wei Hong showed an expectant look. Zheng Xiong walked in the small courtyard. The strong man following him quickly lowered his head, not daring to take another look at Wei Hong.
When the boys on the other side saw the two of them, they were confused as to when they had hooked up, and they had a bad feeling in their hearts.
It was the feeling that something most important in my life was about to be taken away, but I could only worry on the sidelines and could not be the master of the two of them.
Zheng Xiong took seven steps, which are indispensable steps for pretending to be a wave. One more step and one less step will not reflect the essence of Zheng Xiong's deep samadhi.
"A pair of people from generation to generation compete for education and ecstasy. If they miss each other but don't fall in love with each other, who will be the spring? It's easy to beg for blood on the blue bridge, but it's hard to run through the blue sea for medicine. If you can visit each other and drink Oxford, you will forget your poverty."
Nalan Xingde's "One Generation, Two People" was plagiarized by Zheng Xiong and given to Wei Hong.
Wei Hong was not aware of it, and could understand a little but not much. In this life, both of them had understood the poem, as if they were expressing their love to themselves.
What should I do? I'm waiting online. It's very urgent. I have no experience at all.
"Master, can you tell me the meaning? I don't quite understand it."
Wei Hong didn't have the character to pretend to understand. After hearing this, she still asked if she had any other intentions that she wanted to confirm with Zheng Xiong, but she didn't know. She looked at Zheng Xiong expectantly.
It is said that a talented man is a beautiful woman. Wei Hong was unknowingly moved by Zheng Xiong's poem. Which woman does not have a child, and which man does not fall in love, but it is difficult to find.
When Zheng Xiong saw this, he signaled to the clerk with his eyes that he was pretending to be too pretentious and had to be stopped by the clerk so as not to affect his own integrity.
The petty officials also have to praise themselves, otherwise there is no point in playing the piano to a cow.
The junior official immediately understood that the people who could be sent by Zhang Huaiyuan to assist Zheng Xiong always had some extraordinary abilities, and it just so happened that admiration was also their duty. They were much better than technicians like Li Si.
"Young Master's poems are comparable to those of Li Du. There are not many people in the world who can produce such excellent works. They will be remembered for generations to come. I congratulate you, Young Master."
This wave of praise touched Zheng Xiong's heart. He sighed that the assistant's assist was good, and he waved his hand modestly.
"Not that good."
"Young Master is too humble."
After holding Zheng Xiong in his arms, the clerk replied to Wei Hong.
"The girl asked the meaning of this poem, but the young man understood something about it and said he would listen to the girl and ask the young master to correct me."
"You tell me and I listen."
"The meaning of this poem probably means that two people who are destined to be together for the rest of their lives cannot be together. They miss each other all day long and are in ecstasy. I don't know who God created youth for. Pei Hang begged for blue bridge and got his wife. Ying, Chang'e stole the elixir and flew to the moon palace."
The next sentence was the key point, and the clerk cleared his throat.
"If I could meet the Milky Way like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, I would be willing to give up glory and wealth."
"That's probably what this song means. I wonder if Xiao Xiao is right."
"Well, it's almost the same. You're pretty good."
After receiving Zheng Xiong's praise, the clerk consciously stood aside, leaving Zheng Xiong alone to face Wei Hong's slightly red face.
Wei Hong's face turned red with embarrassment at Zheng Xiong's piercing eyes. She didn't dare to look directly and lowered her head.
Facing this love poem, Wei Hong was at a loss and hurriedly changed the topic and said.
"Young master, I've finished speaking and reading. I don't know if I have anything else to say."
The sudden words interrupted Zheng Xiong's aggressive gaze and he spoke shamelessly.
"It's okay. It's getting late. I'm afraid I won't be able to go back. Please ask the girl to take you in for one night."
"Young master, please do as you please."
After saying this, Wei Hong got up and walked to the stove, lighting up the smoke.
The original look on her face was also put down by Wei Hong, who showed her true face directly and prepared food for Zheng Xiong and his group.
The millet bought early in the morning was put into the pot by Wei Hong, and she cooked porridge. Then she cooked some wild vegetables, took out an egg that she had collected at home, and steamed it in water.
Millet porridge with wild vegetables, pickles, and eggs. This dinner combination was a bit shabby, but Zheng Xiong was quite happy eating it. Perhaps psychological factors were also a very important factor.
As for his bodyguards and the young men with sad faces, they are not within Zheng Xiong's consideration.
(End of chapter)
