The Lu family’s gate is very majestic. The two stone lions are much more powerful than the two lion dogs of the Yun family. The gate is also full of copper nails, and it is polished yellow and dazzling, looking majestic.

There is a plaque of a loyal and kind family above the two big characters of the Lu Mansion. Judging from the seal above, it is actually written by Emperor Shenzong. This is so awesome. No matter who entered the gate of the Lu family, the first thing to do is to bow to the plaque. The emperor's majesty does not allow you to disrespect it.

The gentleman was in front and Yun Zheng was in back. After handing over, he was invited into the house by the strangely laughing housekeeper. He did not stay in the front hall and was directly invited to the flower hall.

"Boy, you are testing others, and they are testing you. If you don't have enough weight, don't be embarrassed. Today is a poetry meeting. If you say you are not good at writing poetry and writing lyrics, then hide your weakness. But your poem "Changting" is still good. Even if you can't do it, it's not embarrassing."

"Sir, that was written by a monk and it has nothing to do with the disciples. Can you believe the rumors in the market?"

"Yes, right is right, wrong is wrong. I will make you clear and stolen by a thief on your back. Your reputation will be broken in the future."

Listening to Mr. Peng Li's words, Yun Zheng deeply agreed that he would definitely write poems in the future, but the poems he made would definitely be attributed to the monk and had nothing to do with him.

The flower hall was filled with boring people, and behind the gauze curtain not far away, there was a singing girl performing Yan Shu's pearls and jade lyrics. At this time, the singing girl's voice was infinitely raised, ""Last night the west wind withered with green trees. I went up the tall building alone, looking at the road to the end of the world" sang a heartbreaking heart.

"I have also met Mr. Tongshu in Bianjing, but unfortunately I was impeached by Sun Fu and Cai Xiang for the preparation of the tombstone of Concubine Li Chen and demoted to Yingzhou, the Minister of Works. Looking at the end of the world, it is so sad."

An old man with white beard leaned on the soft couch, shaking his big head, slapped the table and showed off his feelings that Zeng Jian had met the prime minister of the Song Dynasty.

"Otherwise, parting is not all sad. I heard that a child in Shu wrote a song "Changting Pavilion", which is sincere and sincere. It can be regarded as one of the few masterpieces. Among them, these two sentences I love, "A pot of turbid wine will be over, I will be happy again, I will be happy tonight!" It is a masterpiece. I am never tired of being listened to, come and sing it to me!"

An old man with a gray beard shamelessly lifted the curtain and looked at the singing girls inside, loudly asking them to sing exclusively for him.

A girl holding a pipa walked out from behind the curtain, laughing before she could speak, there was not such a little jade on her head, and there was no pink on her face, but a golden step shaking constantly. The two dimples seemed to be filled with fine wine, and the smile alone made people feel like drinking a good wine. Yun Zheng could hear that the breathing of these shameless old guys became rapid.

This must be Tangtang. Sure enough, the manager hung a green wooden sign on the beams and pillars from behind, with the words Lingxige Tangtang written on it. This woman is really good. Where did Hua Niang find it?

The pipa sounded, and there was a flute behind the curtain. Three or two sounds, and a scene of bidding farewell to friends came to everyone's minds, "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the fragrant grass is green and blue..."

"It's really good. A rare piece of music, good music, good people. The tone is beautiful and complement each other. There are also talents in Shu, brothers, drink and win!"

After drinking a glass of wine, Mr. Peng Li stroked his beard and said, "Brothers were deceived by rumors in the market. This song was not written by a bad disciple. It was from a monk. The bad disciple just happened to be the one who heard this song, so why did he become a bad disciple? Yun Zheng didn't come forward to apologize to you guys."

Yun Zheng pretended to be ashamed and bowed: "This song was indeed not written by late-school students, so you guys praised it."

"Well, it doesn't matter if you did it. It's rare to be cautious in your original heart. You have learned a little bit of the corner of Mr. Pengli. I'm just saying that such a song with a profound artistic conception and singing Zen is definitely not something that a young man with a beautiful mind can do. Now, I heard Mr. Pengli say it from a monk, that's right."

Yun Zheng grinned and retreated behind Mr. Peng Li, like a silly boy who was a little embarrassed and a little proud after being praised by his elders. This would give enough face to the old perverts here.

The old guys were self-righteous and thought they had solved the confusion. When they saw the turtle slaves holding their waists and holding the plates to ask for rewards, they all generously donated the money. They were all beads, fragrant woods, or jade tablets. One of the guys who was breathing the most powerful thing actually drew the green jade hairpin on his head and threw it on the plate.

The big bear wearing a soft hat and a short jacket made people have to pay attention as soon as it appeared. The genius thanks made everyone even more interested. When will the turtle slave say these scenes, only Mr. Peng Li glared at Yun Zheng fiercely, so Yun Zheng bent his waist lower...

After the two songs were sung, the host came out. It was not Lu Huai, but another middle-aged man with short beards and enthusiastically toasted the old men with a glass of wine. When he toasted Mr. Peng Li, he looked at Yun Zheng specially. Yun Zheng thought that this guy might be quite satisfied with his appearance, because he nodded for no reason.

The younger generation has no human rights. The elderly sit and drink while the younger one can only stand and watch. The biggest function is to wait for the old one to send them back after drinking, and then be touched by another old man’s head and praised twice before he can complete the task.

Not only men were peeking at Yun Zheng, but also women's hairpins were always exposed behind the curtain. In order to let others see carefully, Yun Zheng brought the most harmless smile and pretended to listen to the old gentlemen's bragging and was fascinated by listening to the old gentlemen.

In the back garden of the Lu family, the little insect pushed Lu Qingying hard. Lu Qingying's body was swinging around on the swing, and her skirt was floating like a fairy descending to earth. She was hiding here. God knows how the elders learned that a scholar was preparing to propose to her.

"Light, come down quickly. I just saw that young man. He looks pretty good, has a suitable height, and is very etiquette. He looks good in his dress. I heard from your uncle that the Yun family has just bought 80 acres of mulberry fields. It seems that he can live a life. Tell me to my aunt, do you like it?"

A young woman hurriedly ran over from the back of the flower hall, without even breathing evenly, so she hurriedly asked Lu Qingying.

"He is a disciple!"

"What is the Dingtuo? It's just an unintentional mistake. Xiaozhu is so young, who would peek at her? The ancestor has already punished him, why are you just being swearing?"

"He was so scared that Xiao Chou was peeing in his pants!"

"It's not that Xiao Chong has never wobbled in the bed. A few days ago, I saw her secretly sunbathe her quilt..."

The two masters said it bluntly, and the little insect screamed and ran away crying...

"I am the broom star. Whoever marrys him will die, he doesn't have the courage to do so!"

"It is not necessarily that they are the husband who is studying, nor are they rough men in the countryside. They understand the principle of respecting ghosts and gods and being far away from each other. If they don't have any interest in you, they won't answer our posts. You go and take a look. The husband will stand up straight for us to see. The husband is growing well, and he has two dimples when he smiles, and he looks kind and kind."

No one pushed Lu Qingying's swing, so he naturally stopped. His aunt pulled Lu Qingying to the flower hall. Through the gap, Lu Qingying happened to see Yun Zheng pouring wine for the old masters. For some reason, the smile on the guy's face became stronger and stronger.

This was discovered, but my aunt said nothing wrong. This guy really had dimples on his face when he smiled! But what is the guy who was talking to the old gentlemen while giving him a thumbs up?

"The boy believes that Mr. Deng Tuzi has been wronged for all ages. As a minister of the King of Chu, seeing a handsome man like Song Yu frequently entering and leaving the harem and giving advice to his master is to fulfill his duties as a minister.

Song Yu seemed a little stingy, saying that the girl from the neighbor was beautiful and unparalleled on the wall and looked at him for three years, but he was still unmoved. This is hypocritical. It is not a real man's behavior, nor is it the behavior of a gentleman. It is just a waste of the girl's three years of youth. If you like it, you will say it, and if you don't like it, you will refuse. What is the reason for delaying it for three years? Satisfy your own selfish desires? This is a manifestation of personal morality that is a loss.

Let’s look at Dengtuzi again. His wife is very ugly. Song Yu joked that Dengtuzi had given birth to six children when facing his ugly wife. This just shows that the couple is harmonious and has never suffered from human ethics to filial piety. A rough man like Yuchi Gong in the former Tang Dynasty knew that a wife with a bad breast will not come to the court. Song Yu wrote a poem to make people shame for thousands of years and was despised by gentlemen.”

Mr. Peng Li laughed and said, "The "On the Lust of the Dengtuzi" has been constantly questioned and criticized for thousands of years. Song Yu's doing this is indeed not a gentleman's way."

Lu Qingying's eyes immediately widened. It was shameless for this bastard to dare to talk about human relations in front of all the elders, but what he said seemed to make sense.

My aunt smiled and dragged Lu Qingying back to the back garden and said, "What makes sense. Auntie has read that article. She used to think that the girl from the east is pretty, but she didn't know that she had such a sad thought. She was not as comfortable as the wife of the Dingtuzi. Girl, this is a confession to you. How great is it to be that wife who is a bad wife who doesn't leave the court!"

Unexpectedly, Lu Qingying became gritted in an instant: "Am I a scoundrel?"

The aunt immediately laughed and pointed at Lu Qingying and said, "Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Lu Qingying held her aunt with a dark face and tried to call Xiaozhu over, but she couldn't see anyone. She always felt that someone was looking at him. When she looked up, she found that Yun Zheng was washing the silver pot under the head of the water-squirting beast opposite. Her two large front teeth were shining by the sunlight coming out of the cracks of the clouds.
Chapter completed!