Originally, Cen Dalang was a few people and had a flexible body, so it was difficult for Mr. Cen to catch him. However, the eight young master was notorious and the people had no good feelings. Some people blocked him with their bodies, but they could not block him, so Mr. Cen caught him. He raised his big slap and beat him hard on his butt.

Zheng Lang couldn't stand it and couldn't educate him, which was his father's fault.

When he was a child, Cen Dalang was very beautiful, and when he was a few years old, he was even more like a piece of carved jade. The whole family liked him, including Mr. Cen. So he was very fond of his kind. The form was very similar to Zheng Lang himself. Later, he found that he was developing into a slut and was eager to correct it, and it was too late. And he was handsome in life. He was recognized as the best among the eight young masters. He would take care of him and spoil him again. What could he do?

Among them, Mr. Cen is also very responsible. Now he is ugly and anxious, so this kind of educational method is unsatisfactory.

So he walked over and advised, "Cen Wengweng, we just came out to see the poems written by our students. We are learning for a long time and not for anything else."

"You are not a good thing either!"

sweat!

After making Zheng Lang unable to speak, Mr. Cen took his grandson's ears and left amid the laughter of the people.

Liu Zhizhou shook his head.

I have heard of it, but I just used some frivolous words with some young ladies, or bet on a ruthless person, without any evil. But I couldn't stand it. And I forgot all the words prepared in my stomach, and said depressedly: "Let's start."

Among the instruments, the guqin is the head of it, and the king of all music is Chen Siniang.

He looked at everyone with some fear and fear, and had never performed his skills in such a big scene. Liu Zhizhou smiled at her gently, which was considered encouragement. After sitting down, he was still a little panicked. At the beginning, he didn't play a few syllables well.

Zheng Lang didn't know him, and he felt very strange. In the officialdom, he had to be both talented and virtuous. As a prostitute, he must have no virtue, but he must have both good sex and good art. Color means appearance, and there are more art halls, including piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, singing and dancing, or writing good calligraphy, or having good calligraphy, and only with color and not having high value, only a unique and superb "art" can make a big hit. Therefore, after the madams bought some girls with good qualifications, they started to train them since childhood, so that they could read, write, or play the piano and dance, and in the future, they could increase their value when picking up customers.

This middle-aged prostitute looks really ordinary, why can she appear in this occasion? Also, where did she learn her piano skills? With her appearance, the madam will not work hard to cultivate it. She asked several good brothers, but she shook her head. She didn't know the origin of Chen Siniang, but only Wu Sanlang knew a little. While saying that, she looked at her father from a distance in fear and looked at him with anger.

But in just a moment, Chen Siniang calmed down and her brilliant piano skills were displayed. The strings were clanging, and a beautiful music was passed from the movements of her hands.

In the past, his father also had good piano skills. Only rich families could learn this thing. Like Fan Zhongyan and Ouyang Xiu's family background, it is unlikely that he would learn piano skills.

When he was a child, he taught some skills. However, since Zheng's father died, he would not talk about playing the piano, and even put the books behind his mind. But now Zheng Lang likes to collect and also likes these elegant things. There are also some famous guqin and guzheng songs stored in his hard drive. However, he can only listen but not play them, or some rough piano skills learned by "he" from his father before.

I have never heard of the performances of excellent piano technicians with my own ears.

After listening for a while, a smile appeared on her face and said in her heart: What a wonderful song, no wonder the new magistrate invited her to such an important occasion to perform.

A song of Qinzi, I owe a body, and I retreated.

There were sparse cheers of slams and ovations, not strong and not good-looking.

Zheng Lang also slapped her twice, feeling unfair for her, so he walked to her and whispered, "The eldest lady is playing the piano well."

"Thank you for the praise of Dalang," Chen Siniang shrank.

She is in her thirties, Zheng Lang is only twelve years old, and the two have no place to interact with each other, but the eighth young master is so infamous that the old lady is also scared.

"Is the one I just played "Yangguan Sandie"?"

“That’s right.”

I also remember a song "Yangguan Sandie" in my mind. It is said that it is an ancient score from the Ming Dynasty. The original "Yangguan Sandie" was lost during the Southern Song Dynasty. I don't know why it was lost. I compared it in my mind and it turned out to be different. I asked again: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a tiger that can eat people. Can you ask you, where did you learn your piano skills?"

"My father was originally a piano player. Before Mo Luo, I learned it from my father. Later, I went to the restaurant and brought my father's piano. I continued to practice it when I took the time. Fortunately, my piano skills did not fall."

So that's it. Just as he was about to talk, there was a cheer in the audience. Another fan prostitute, Tian Qiniang, walked out. This woman is the best at playing the flute (no misunderstanding, whoever misunderstands is anxious). Although she is not the first to go, the 28th Celestial Palace is also as beautiful as a flower. Therefore, she won a cheer before she performed.

After listening to it, Xiao Sheng was very beautiful, but if you savor it carefully, just talking about music, it is not as far away as Chen Siniang.

After the song was blown, there was even louder applause and cheers, and the good brothers around him even whistled. Bai Yuniang, the first prostitute in Zhengzhou City, appeared. Lou Yan in the distance curled her lips in dissatisfaction. She had a good singing skills, but she was not selected, and she was very dissatisfied. Gao Yanei stood by and comforted quietly.

Zheng Lang swept past them, looking at the white jade lady in the field, wearing a purple jacket and tight spring shirt, holding a water-red pomegranate skirt under her waist, a white wick pants inside, and a beaded hairpin on the snail bun. She has a clear skin and beautiful bones, and her eyebrows are picturesque. She is indeed a great beauty.

The posture was good, and everyone was used to being attentive. She sat down naked, took the pipa handed over by the maid, and played it. Her skills were also good, but after careful examination, she still couldn't get enough piano skills as much as Chen Siniang. She turned her head and looked at Chen Siniang. Her expression was calm. Looking at the scene, she had been neglected and bullied for many years, and she didn't mind being unfair to everyone.

After a song, the cheers were heard again.

Then the cheers sounded again, and another leader Tan Wan walked out. She was covered in plain clothes, white shirt and white skirt, and her skin was as bright as white snow. Her temperament was tall and light, like a snow lotus, slowly blooming in the field. At this moment, several of Zheng Lang's friends were all ecstatic and staring at Tan Wan in a daze, without blinking.

The Guzheng was played well, and it was the sound of cheering. It was the students' turn to play. After some push, some courageous boys finally came out and splashed ink and wrote.

At this moment, the playboy gained benefits. When they were close, they could clearly see the poems and words written by various students.

I also found some bad things. Although the words were written very badly, the poem was written in a steady and remarkable manner. Even if some characters were inconsistent with the poem, the ability and sophistication of the poem was revealed in the poem was not something that these young men could have. It was clearly beforehand that someone wrote the poem.

In response to this, Zheng Lang smiled bitterly. He had never asked someone to write for him, but the people in the market were spreading that he asked someone to write for him and check the accounts. Even someone taught him in advance his words. However, these students, in front of thousands of people, publicly wrote poems about his writing, but none of them had any objections.

Unfair, unfair!

After laughing it off, I continued to read it. There were many poems that were quite good. For this reason, no one of them had ever appeared.

I was a little puzzled.

But I don’t know that he liked collecting things in his previous life, liked these elegant and slutty things, and read many ancient Chinese texts, and still had a vision. Before Zheng’s father died, he taught some studies. The combination of the two was a little bit of a foundation. This year and a half, he was almost in seclusion and learned things directly from his mind. Learning knowledge was a thousand miles a day, and he made rapid progress, and even he himself dared not imagine it.

After seeing the poems written by these people, he was eager to try them out.

ps: Thanks to Tianlang Yarl Soul, Gu Yue Mo Hai, and the reward and evaluation of the snowless snow. There is also the urging of Gu Yue Mo Hai brothers, and I can't eat it anymore. Xingtang has not finished it yet. This book is written carefully, and even nine thousand words may not be able to eat it. In a few days, Xingtang code will be finished, so try to be faster.

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Chapter completed!