Liu Zhizhou didn't mind.

You can find that geniuses are even better, but how many geniuses can appear? They are not cabbages. They are all young people, with incomplete knowledge and immature minds. Where can I write any amazing masterpieces?

The result is not important, the process is important.

I did something very meaningful during my tenure in Zhengzhou, and it was enough to spread it to the capital.

The attitude is still very cautious.

The mainstream literature of the Song Dynasty was still poetry and articles. Ci was just an amateur style. When the scholars and officials worked, they sometimes went to visit prostitutes to make the beauty smile and wrote some erotic lyrics and songs for the beauty to sing. Therefore, they could not be elegant and were called the poet. Moreover, when the scholars and officials wrote articles or poems, they were serious, but they wrote poems like the Five Dynasties, writing some romantic and beautiful things, which made them look low and not valued.

At this time, there is also a turning point, but it has not yet arrived.

Liu Zhizhou led the officials to stand by several long desks and watch them. When they met those who wrote poems and poems, they asked the yamen runners to blow dry the ink and give them to nearby scholars or fellow villagers to circulate them.

It was getting noon and the weather gradually became a little hotter. Gao Yanei and his friend Ma Yanei each took a beautiful prostitute and walked out.

"Brother Lang, this kid is going to write poetry too." Jiang Erlang said angrily.

Zheng Lang didn't say anything. Lou Yan and Gao Yanei were close friends. Not only was Gao Yanei a child of an official, with a good family background, good talent, and literary talent. This was why he was favored by Lou Yan. On such an important occasion, this kid would definitely show off.

Another fat young man, Ma Yanei, was the son of Zhengzhou Sihu, who participated in the military. Zheng Lang had no deep impression of him. He only knew what he knew and knew that he was Gao Yanei's friend.

The subordinates' children came out, and Liu Zhizhou smiled gently.

The two of them also gave a polite gift and sang a look, then they brought the prostitute to the front desk.

First, Ma Yanei appeared and picked up his pen to write:

"The shadow of the bridge flows through the rainbow lake, the snow light of the building is shining across the waves, and the heartbreak of the people is broken. The clouds are scattered again, and the peach blossoms are still confused."

The fan prostitute around Ma Yanei praised: "Good poetry, good poetry."

Zheng Lang smiled and whispered: "It's so wet, so wet."

This kid was probably blinded by the beauty around him and wrote poems as lyrics. He actually wrote a poem in a vulgar and singular way, and he couldn't accept it. Some were vulgar, vulgar, and some were lingering, but who had the ability to combine the two into one?

Maybe I felt something was wrong, so I kept shaking my head, stretched out my hand, and said, "Gao Langjun, it's your place."

The boy is very cautious. My friend wants to learn from the lessons of the past. Although he is the son of the governor, because the poem is not well written, the governor has not allowed him to pass on the poem. After frowning and thinking for a long time, he wrote on the blank paper:

"The road to return to the sunset is thin and gauze, the moon is shining. The moon is covered with tea. The colorful boats are coming in the evening, and the ancient pavilion of Lanqiao sits on the flowers. The bamboos and the Yangtze River are red, and the wind shakes the plum shadows and fragrance remains. The setting sun rises in the middle of the mountain, and the moon rises, and the peasants return home."

"Okay," Liu Zhizhou said.

After receiving praise from Liu Zhizhou, Lou Yan felt energetic and bowed and said, "Master, can you let the slave sing it out?"

Show off!

Tan Wan, who is as famous as her, performed a specialty show in front of so many people, but she was neglected. She was always dissatisfied.

Zheng Lang sighed, and the other two people didn't know that Lou Yan's actions only showed her frivolity. How did "he" use a knife to kill this superficial woman before? But who did he settle the score? Could he have self-harm on his body and punched and kicked him?

Liu Zhizhou said first: "Okay."

Anyway, I just want to have fun, and I don’t take it seriously. The people are happy and the boss praises them, and my own political achievements will be achieved.

He is frivolous and sings very well, like a yellow oriole, crisp and moving.

After singing a song, cheering and thundering.

Wu Sanro said depressedly: "Lang Gezi, this couple of dogs and men have become famous."

"Not necessarily, the song may be listened to. This poem is not well written and piled up with empty spaces."

"Langko, no, I sound very comfortable."

"Sanlang, have you read my account books?"

“See some.”

"It's the record of my family, and then it's covered with some irrelevant flowers and plants. It's even harder to see than the record of my family."

This... has passed.

Sier covered her mouth and laughed.

Zeng Silang believed it and shouted loudly: "No, it's a waste of money and a pile of empty spaces." The enemy was so proud that as a playboy in the Song Dynasty, he had to find a way to defeat him.

His voice was loud, and he was caught in the crowd's discussion, very dazzling. With just one sound, all the eyes around him focused on his brothers and others.

Gao Yanei frowned. These boys didn't know that the sky was high and the earth was thick, and they were in a daze. They walked over with Lou Yan and said, "Zeng Silang, you said that the poems I wrote were empty, so can you write a poem for everyone to see?"

I don’t know the meaning of the book, but I know the piles and empty spaces. Some people are good at learning, but when they think about it carefully, they really have this problem. Gao Yanei felt guilty, so he made things difficult for Zeng Silang.

"Oh, who is it? The Eight Heroes of Zhengzhou, are polite and courteous," Ma Yanei also walked over and said with the fan prostitute beside him.

Zeng Silang could not write any poems. He shrank timidly and flashed behind Zheng Lang, and then pinched Zheng Lang with his hands. Brother, you should come forward. We can't do it!

Gao Yanei saw it, smiled, looked at somewhere below Zheng Lang, and said sarcastically: "Zheng Dalang, I wonder if he brought a knife to him today? I'm so scared."

Zheng Lang was already a little eager to try, but when he was excited, he walked out and said, "Gao Yanei, I didn't bring a knife today, but I also brought Shi with me."

Gao Yanei laughed and said, "So please."

Liu Zhizhou was finally a little unhappy. He was a bad boy, and you were almost adult. What should you care about with a little bad boy?

Zheng Lang walked out between Ma Yanei and Gao Yanei, first glanced at Ma Yanei to the east, and chanted: "There is a pig on the east side, humming and fat."

He looked at Gao Yanei on the west side again and chanted, "A sparrow in the west, chirping and chirping."

This poem is easy to understand. Brothers and the people behind them couldn't help laughing.

Gao Yanei and Ma Yanei changed their colors and clenched their fists. If it weren't for the public's sight, almost all the officials in Zhengzhou were present, they would have had a group fight again.

Seeing that something was wrong, Liu Zhizhou walked over and said, "Young man, don't mess around."

I thought to myself that it was indeed a bad boy. But I couldn't let him make a fuss, otherwise this poetry club would become a joke.

Zheng Lang gave a generous gift and said, "It's not over yet, soon."

He continued to chant: "There is a phoenix in the middle, and the feathers have not grown intact."

There was even a burst of laughter, and some shouted: "Zheng family, you are not a phoenix, but a clown jumping and an ugly crow."

Zheng Lang chanted again as if he hadn't heard it and said, "The spring flowers bloomed on the southern branches, and were deceived by animals. When the autumn wind rose, he would support him for ninety thousand miles!"

Liu Zhizhou couldn't help but say "Huh". The first eight sentences were purely lively, and then they ended with two sentences, and immediately had a full sense of charm. At least in terms of meaning, it was better than Gao Yanei's poem, even though it was a limerick.

Zheng Lang bowed and said, "Magistrate, you are just a little joke, but you really have to write poetry. Gao Yanei, you really don't have enough for me to read!"

As he spoke, he walked to the front of the long case openly!
Chapter completed!