"Si'er, clean up." Zheng Lang shouted.

His reputation outside became increasingly evil, not only because of the Mingzhulou incident and the Dragon Boat Festival fight, but also the evil deeds made by seven good brothers, which also accounted for him.

But my family can see clearly that my little master has really changed.

Who would tell me about this? My uncle almost had a fuss with his good friend for this reason. He was not allowed to say that my nephew was not good. In short, it was a tragic mistake.

But the person involved doesn't care at all. After half a year of meditation, his mind will not be a 11 or 12-year-old boy, and he has made great progress. What do outsiders say is important? I will sooner or later, a crane soars into the sky.

Liu'er also changed her attitude. However, she was still very accomplicated with Zheng Lang. It was possible that she had caught a pigeon egg in the past two years, which scared her to the point of leaving a shadow in her heart. It was possible that she would gradually grow up and develop her body, bringing the shyness of a girl.

Among the two little maids, Zheng Lang was still close to Sier.

"Come on," Sier agreed happily.

A little blushed face was as if a ripe apple could squeeze out water. She had seen the scene of checking the accounts with her own eyes and was full of admiration in her heart.

The poetry club sponsored by the New Magistrate is not far away, and there is no ox cart. He and a few famous good buddies, wearing light spring shirts, shaking fans, and walking towards the Caishui River.

The Cold Food Festival and the Qingming Festival were combined into one during the Song Dynasty. The general habits remained, such as banning fires, eating cold food, worshiping ancestors, and going outings. The same is a very lively festival. Peace has been long, and several emperors of the Northern Song Dynasty focused on internal affairs, and the lives of ordinary people gradually improved. When such a big festival is full of joy.

I heard that the new magistrate hosted a poetry club, many people came, including officials at all levels in Zhengzhou, rich gentry, literati and scholars, including Zheng Lang's uncle, and many ordinary people came to watch the fun. Also, women!

The atmosphere of the Northern Song Dynasty was not as conservative as later generations imagined. According to some habits of the Tang Dynasty, it was still very open. The widow was not ashamed to remarry. For example, Fan Zhongyan's mother had remarried, and no official thought that his mother's approach was wrong. For example, when a woman went out, there were not so many constraints.

Many good girls walked out of their boudoir together and saw the handsome young men in Zhengzhou.

There were also many young ladies, some were pulled by Enke and rushed out of the city, while others were not invited by Enke, and they made their own friends to watch the fun on the banks of Caishui River.

The new magistrate Liu Jing looked at the crowd coming from all directions, and his thin face was filled with a spring breeze-like smile.

He is already 65 years old this year. He is appointed as an official in literature. After taking office, he has achieved mediocre political achievements. He is lucky to have no major events but seeks no mistakes. He has slowly been promoted to the position of governor.

But people are always unsatisfied. Zhengzhou is close to Tokyo, just under the eyes of all the big guys. I really want to make some political achievements and whether I can enter the center of the three provinces. I am afraid that there will be problems with other actions, so I came up with this solution.

After inspecting the people present, almost all the people in Zhengzhou who thought they were young and handsome.

Zhu Tong asked in a low voice: "Liu Zhizhou, you can almost start?"

"Um."

The yamen runners brought six long tables of red painted peach wood, Kui phoenix pattern, which was very metaphorical. Peach wood implied the peach wood all over the world, symbolizing the purpose of the sponsoring poetry club. Kui phoenix pattern implied many students' high school provincial examinations one day, flying up to the tree head and turning into a phoenix. Then they brought a large number of pens, ink, paper and ink, paper were placed in a wooden barrel, pen inserted in a pen holder, placed on the long table, and ink and inkstone were placed in the next order.

Cen Dongtai, the great gentry of Zhengzhou, also known as Cen Dashou's grandfather, stepped forward and took a big step forward and said, "Liu Zhizhou, March is in bright sunshine, and it is just a festival. The magistrate hosts a poetry club. It is a grand event. On behalf of the elders of Zhengzhou, I invite Liu Zhizhou to leave a poem ink."

"Thank you Brother Cen to show your love, but the original intention of this poetry club is to praise the future and let them show their charm. How dare Liu be more beautiful than before?"

Just one sentence, it is defined.

Those who want to show off their skills can only be in their teens or in their early twenties. When they are old, they read a lot of books and write a lot of words. Old and Mi Jiang have masterpieces on it, which will definitely scare away the young people who are behind.

Those who are older, including Liu Jing himself, don’t show off. Seeing that peach, the phoenix doesn’t.

The magistrate insisted that the grandfather of Young Master Cen and the gentry were not good enough to hold on and retreat.

The popularity of visiting prostitutes in the Song Dynasty was very popular. In order to appease the soldiers on the frontier's side, there were military prostitutes. How could there be no beautiful prostitutes in brothels?

Liu Zhizhou clapped his hands, and Judge Huang from Zhengzhou brought four prostitutes. Two of them were the leader, and the other two were good at musical instruments. One of them was Nian Fang Erba. Although he was not a good person, he looked quite gorgeous. The three of them performed zithers, flutes, and pipa respectively. There was only the last woman, and everyone was surprised.

His name is Chen Siniang, and his appearance is very mediocre, so he stayed in the brothel for more than ten years and was not famous. At this time, he was thirty-five years old and almost in the age of aging. But she played a good piano. Liu Zhizhou accidentally heard her piano sound and admired her very much, and felt sorry for her experience. If he looked better, he could still leave a reputation in Zhengzhou City with his piano skills. However, because of his poor appearance, he lived a miserable life in the brothel.

At the event, she was invited out, one was sympathy, and the other was that her piano skills were excellent, so she could play in public.

Liu Zhizhou coughed lightly, and the crowd immediately calmed down. The magistrate was about to speak.

Suddenly, the crowd was in a commotion, and several shouts came from: "Give it, give it, otherwise you will be polite."

The crowd automatically dodged a path.

Liu Zhizhou was a little angry. In his heart, who was this? He raised his presbyopia and looked to the west. He saw a few young men walking towards the middle with their maids or slaves.

But he heard a sound of wind, his eyes blurred. He saw that Mr. Cen became extremely agile at this time, like a wind, and killed the teenagers. Liu Zhizhou turned his head and asked Tongzong: "Whose children are these teenagers?"

The judge whispered the origins of the eight young masters. Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhizhou suddenly realized: "It turned out to be the Eight Evils of Zhengzhou."

When the military official heard this, he was ashamed and wanted to die of shame. He thought to himself that when this kid comes home, I will give you a meal of scallops!

A few teenagers were confused and there were many people, but the essence was all in the middle of the venue, including the places where poetry was written, the handsome young men, or the beautiful ladies. Didn’t they come here to see these beautiful ladies? How could they see them without being squeezed into the middle?

Zheng Lang did not object, the good guys read the little lady, he read the poems and the characters. But if he didn't squeeze into the middle, he couldn't see either. The eight teenagers had a great reputation in Zhengzhou. They had one year ago and one last year, but could they fight with them be the children of ordinary people? When ordinary people saw their eight brothers coming, who dared to provoke them? Young Master Cen and Zeng Silang shouted a few times, which was more inspiring than the ones sprayed by cold water. The crowd darted and drove a road.

Several people came to the middle of the venue with their maids and servants. Zheng Lang touched his nose directly. Is it good to be a villain?

I started to look around. There was an old man in front of me, who was very thin and in good spirits. He was probably the new magistrate. But in order to show his favor, I took off my official uniform and changed into casual clothes. Some people stood on both sides, all of whom were well-known figures in Zhengzhou City.

Below the platform is a row of six long platforms, surrounded by many teenagers in their twenties. Some of them are hugging beautiful prostitutes, such as Gao Yanei, who almost ruined his little jj, was hugging Lou Yan and chatting with several young people. In addition to these young people, there are also many young girls wearing various spring shirts and beautiful yarn skirts on their lower bodies. The spring breeze blows, and the fragrance is so strong.

While watching curiously, Cen Dalangzi slipped away, left the old servant at home, and ran into the crowd. Then Master Cen also rushed to the front of him and shouted: "Boy, where can I run!"

Get into the crowd and catch it.

Seeing this funny scene, many people laughed so hard that they leaned back and forth.
Chapter completed!