There is only one good place for a leisurely stroll, and that is the Qinhuai River.
The ancients also played with flowers.
The curfew is just a bit annoying.
If you don’t time it right, 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.
Inspection at night is indispensable.
Zheng Xiong took a few younger brothers and strolled 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 chill, which is even more noticeable by the river.
Everything else is good, but walking along the riverside always feels like it lacks a bit of flavor.
what is it then! After thinking for a long time, maybe the young lady’s skirt is missing!
Still not open-minded enough to appreciate the beauty of vulgarity.
Occasionally, a few girls walked by, and they were all wrapped up tightly, without any flaws.
I need to find a place for my sisters to go shopping in the future.
While appreciating it, you can make money from girls, killing two birds with one stone.
Well, I'll write it down in my notebook first and get it done when I have time.
Strolling around, Zheng Xiong walked to the square.
Taking the food given by others, Zheng Xiong looked at the boat. The young lady was twisting her body vigorously and strumming the strings, causing waves of applause.
But in Zheng Xiong's view, there is still a little missing, and reform is imperative.
For the sake of justice, Zheng Xiong obliged and wrote it down.
After enjoying the song and dance quietly, Zheng Xiong didn't look any further.
Nothing is too much, and you have to be prepared at all times to maintain your health. Don’t let yourself get angry.
In the middle of the square, various competitions are in full swing.
The list is refreshed in real time every moment.
From time to time, an exclamation came, heralding the birth of another masterpiece.
Yao invented Go and Dan Zhu was good at it.
Although he is good at Go, Zheng Xiong is not good at it.
I know a little bit about chess, but I'm not very proficient.
Zheng Xiong took a quick look around.
The main reason is that you can't squeeze in because there are so many people around.
Beside, the sound of the piano was playing, and the chess game was quite harmonious, maintaining the good quality of watching the chess without saying a word.
The atmosphere next door is much worse.
A group of people gathered around each poem and nodded and commented.
"This poem is interesting, has high intentions, and inspires people to work hard. It's a pity that it ranks eighteenth."
"It's a pity that Mr. Wang is unknown. He has never heard of his name. He has no reputation at all. He has spent money like water in the past two days and has become known to everyone."
"The branches are still low under the weight of snow. Although they are not low enough to touch the mud, the last two lines are enough, which take the whole poem to a new level."
"This kind of businessman can be ranked eighteenth, which is already considered high. If I were to judge him, he would be at least fifty."
"In my opinion, it's impossible to say that Mr. Wang used some tricks to get to the front. It's not true."
Only when there is controversy can there be progress. Many people commented here.
The movement here also attracted Zheng Xiong.
Separating everyone, Zheng Xiong walked straight inside.
The disturbed person originally wanted to scold him, but when he saw Zheng Xiong in official uniform, he hurriedly shut up and gave way respectfully.
Pushing to the front, others were still arguing with each other.
Zheng Xiong first read the entire poem.
Poetry! It looks familiar.
Take a closer look, isn’t it Lao Zhu’s poem?
Several masterpieces have similar styles.
The front is ordinary, and the back is sublimated. The last two poems completely highlight the theme, giving it a majestic feeling.
For example: the rooster crows once and pouts once, the rooster crows twice and pouts two times. Three times and four times, the world turned white, and all the remaining stars and dawn moon faded away.
That's what it feels like.
If your level is not good enough, you can only rely on other places for support.
Zheng Xiongxin is like a bright mirror.
Lao Zhu is quite playful and came here to have fun.
If others don’t know this poem, how can I know it myself?
Zheng Xiong raised the corner of his mouth slightly and had a plan in mind.
He patted the two of them and asked.
"What are you arguing about? What's the problem? I'll comment on it for you?"
He was startled by Zheng Xiong's sudden voice.
Turning around, a young face appeared, and the crowd around him was saluting Zheng Xiong.
It turned out that he was the model for raising children in the world, the medical marquis Zheng Xiong.
Quickly salute.
"Greetings to the Marquis."
"No need to be polite, what are you arguing about?"
"Returning to the Marquis, there is a poem with a slightly different view. If it has disturbed the Marquis, please forgive me."
"Well, no need to be polite, let me take a look first."
After pretending to look at it, Zheng Xiong already had a plan in mind, so he turned around and said.
"It's okay, pretty good! Do you have any different opinions?"
"I feel that this poem is not elegant enough and is ranked a bit higher."
"Is it high? The flaws do not hide the good points. The intention is quite high. It can be called a masterpiece."
"What the Marquis said is true, and it should be so."
Seeing that no one objected and everyone looked submissive, Zheng Xiong directly stated his purpose.
"I happen to have a piece of my humble composition that I have some thoughts on. Please give me your review!"
"We are lucky enough to listen to the great work of the Marquis."
"Um."
After taking two casual steps, Zheng Xiong slapped his thigh.
"Yes."
"When the sea reaches the limitless sky, I am the shore, and when the mountain reaches its peak, I am the peak. If the sun rises in the east, the mountain rises, and the roc spreads its wings and hates the sky for being low."
Sorry, I don’t have the goods, so I can only plagiarize. I’m sorry, Mr. Lin, so I can borrow it.
You do not mind right!
He apologized secretly in his heart, but Zheng Xiong's expression was extremely comfortable.
What is level? This is level. With both literary talent and conception, he is obviously a cultural person.
Everyone in the field could feel the domineering force coming to them without even thinking about it.
Undoubtedly a masterpiece.
"Master Hou is a great talent. This poem is many times better than that one. There is no one else in the field who can surpass him. I have the honor to listen to Master Hou's masterpiece. I have no regrets in this life."
"Hey! It's just what you feel. You don't have to step on me, just tell me how you feel."
Then brag! After all, the poems written by Zheng Xiong were unique in the early Ming Dynasty. There were few that could compare with them, and this one is no different.
"The poems written by the Marquis are as good as ever. Every poem can be sung for thousands of years. I can't do it as well!"
No, the poetry of the Ming and Qing Dynasties only had a few people supporting the scene, so it couldn't be any worse.
Brag! I accept your praise on behalf of Mr. Lin.
"Don't you have any comments? If you have any shortcomings you can point out, I'll listen."
"We are astonished by the poems written by Mr. Hou. There is nothing to comment on, just one word, absolutely! Absolutely amazing!"
"Dishonest, forget it. If you don't want to say it, don't say it. You guys are just playing around. I'm leaving."
"Farewell to the Marquis."
Zheng Xiong finished pretending and left with satisfaction.
By the way, it caused trouble for Lao Zhu.
If Lao Zhu composed a poem in person, I wouldn't dare to ruin Lao Zhu's face like this.
With the blessing of fame, you have to praise it no matter what, just like the poems you compose. High level is one thing, and reputation is also important. Others don't even dare to comment on it, which can be seen.
Now you come here quietly, and you are bumped into by yourself. It is difficult to let go of old grudges. If you don’t retaliate now, it will be worse when you don’t.
I'll give you a second before I talk. Even if I know, I can only suffer the consequences of being dumb. Just keep it in your heart and suffer it!
Sure enough, before the next day, that night, Lao Zhu heard about this terrible thing while chatting with Queen Ma.
Others didn't know it, but Mao Xiang knew that the poem was written by Lao Zhu, but Zheng Xiong stopped him. It was related to Lao Zhu, so he didn't dare to neglect it, so he reported it immediately.
"Shu Zi, you are going too far!"
The excited heart, trembling hands, and the broken tea cup on the ground showed Lao Zhu's mood at the moment.
"What's wrong? Didn't Zheng Xiong just write a poem? It's such a big response! It's very well written!"
Looking at Queen Ma's puzzled eyes, Lao Zhu was speechless for a moment, and the baby felt so miserable!
Can we tell that we went to see a girl spending money lavishly and even composed an impromptu poem? This person was given a second, and it would not be uncomfortable for anyone else.
There is nothing I can do now, I can only keep it in my heart and dare not say anything.
(End of chapter)
