It has entered the Little Heat, and the weather is getting hotter, but the rain is getting more and more.

The bamboo house is very cool. Whether it is Dou Fengjie or Xu Shiji and Zheng Hongyi, they all like to come to the bamboo garden to escape the summer heat when they are fine.

Yan Qing also heard these rumors, but he didn't know where the rumors came from.

So, he decided to hold his troops temporarily and see the situation clearly before talking.

"But those people are really angry."

Zheng Hongyi put down the fruit and pouted, "Brother Yanqing, you might as well stand up and make two new poems so that they can't say it. You don't know that a few days ago, a man named Wang Tong came to the teacher to argue, saying that he was too tolerant of you."

Wang Tong?

Zheng Yanqing couldn't remember it all at once.

It's no wonder that when he returned to Luoyang, Zheng Weishan did tell him Wang Tong.

But in the blink of an eye, three months passed, but Wang Tong seemed to have evaporated from the world. Zheng Yanqing was cautious at the beginning, but after a long time, he forgot. In addition, Li Ji left and there were many things at home. How could he remember this person?

Mao Ya gently packed the fruit core in the bookstore and then stepped out.

The young masters on the floor have different origins.

She stood inside and couldn't understand what she was saying. But it sounded like Mr. Zheng was in trouble?

Mao Ya sat at the entrance of the stairs and scratched her little head.

Why do everyone bully him such a good person? It was Mr. Cui before, but now Wang Tong is here again. It's really hateful.

"Little Ya!"

Mao Ya was thinking about her thoughts when someone suddenly called her.

Looking up, Du Ruhui hurried into the building, "Xiao Ya, is the little demon upstairs?"

"Are there, all the young masters are here."

Du Ruhui nodded and hurriedly ran up the stairs.

"Little Demon, I know it!"

"What's clear?"

Zheng Yanqing was talking to Xu Shiji. He couldn't help but be stunned when he heard it. He looked at Du Ruhui in surprise and said, "Brother Du, what have you found out?"

Du Ruhui is a child of an official after all, and he is not unaware of people in Luoyang.

He sat down, gasped and said, "It was Wang Tong's thing. I heard a friend say that Wang Tong was talking wildly after drinking two days ago, saying that you were greedy for wealth, seeking fame, and insulting the reputation of the scholars. He also said that you would expose you and make you ruined your reputation."

Wang Tong, it’s Wang Tong again!

Yan Qing finally remembered this time.

"I have no grudges and no grudges with him, why did he target me like this?"

Mao Ya held a bowl of clear water, Du Ruhui took it, drank it in a gulp, and then let out a long breath.

"I don't know the reason, but I heard from my friend that he seemed to be very dissatisfied with your poem about Liu. He also said that poetry is an elegant way, but it is used by you to gather wealth... He also said that you are in chaos with the path of poetry and lyrics, and that the hearts of scholars are not done by elegant people.

It was basically such words, and it also said that you were Shao Zhengmao at that time..."

Yan Qing heard this and couldn't help laughing, "If I were Shao Zhengmao, wouldn't he be a Saint Kong? This person is truly rampant."

Having said that, he suddenly turned his head and asked Zheng Hongyi, "Hongyi, did you just say that your uncle has anything to do with the scissors shop in the neighborhood?"

"Oh, yes!"

Zheng Hongyi nodded and said, "Some time ago, my uncle even told Xiaoniang that he wanted to take over the iron shop in the neighborhood of Tianjin Bridge.

However, Xiao Niang did not agree, saying that the iron shop in Tianjinqiao neighborhood was nominally the Zheng family's property, but the Zheng family did not interfere. My uncle was very unhappy about this and said a few words to Xiao Niang... and said that Xiao Niang would not help him, so he would make the slaves rampant."

Du Ruhui suddenly asked, "What is your uncle's name?"

"Cui Min."

"Oh, that's right!" Du Ruhui said: "My friend said that Wang Tong and Cui Min often drink together recently and are very close."

The implication is that this matter has nothing to do with Cui Min.

Zheng Yanqing couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly. Why did he run around and run to the Cui family again?

The last time, because of his own affairs, Cui Daolin and his son died, and Mrs. Cui was so tired that she was scolded by Cui Junsu.

Although the Cui family is fair on the surface, they are afraid they won’t feel comfortable in their hearts.

And this time, Cui Min comes out again. If the fall is a frustration, it will probably make the Cui family even more unhappy and will not benefit him. Therefore, if you want to fight back this time, you can only target Wang Tong... But if you can teach Cui Min a lesson, it is not impossible.

After pondering for a while, Yan Qing got up and came to the desk, spread paper and picked up a pen and wrote: "It's not worth mentioning when you start a little bit. However, by chance, you got a name for yourself, and you were nervous. Now, Wang Sheng from Longmen is willing to teach him the way of a saint, and Qing is flattered. After tears, he can't help but feel young. The boy is good at bamboo gardens, and writes ten poems with bamboo as the title. I wonder if Wang Sheng can do it?

A bamboo garden sketch is also attached, please give Wang Sheng advice.

The ten sounds of bamboo are like a single inch of ears, and the joints and leaves are filled with them.

Those who have been born from the sacred vipers and snakes to the swords that have been drawn ten times. Now the paintings are done by one step at a time, and the leaves are burying with them. How can there be bamboo?

Therefore, when painting bamboo, you must first make bamboo in your heart, hold the pen and look at it carefully, and then see what you want to paint, hurry up and follow it, and follow it up to follow what you see, like a rabbit rising and falling, and if you are reluctant, you will die.

Forget it, since many have been stolen, I will solve it in one go.

Since you, Wang Tong, are so arrogant, you might as well use you as a springboard and step on it hard to avoid trouble in the future.

Yan Qing brought up his pen and stole the book of Banqiao, and the word "子子" appeared in advance.

No matter what he will do in the future, I will use this to shock people with ulterior motives. When choosing this article, Yan Qing is talking about painting bamboo, but in fact he is a satirizing Wang Tong. If you don’t have three points, don’t go to Liangshan. If you really want to cause trouble for me, you can show your true skills. I am an insignificant boy, and I cannot be called a name for everyone, but I can’t just knead it.

After the book was finished, Yan Qing threw the pen aside.

"Brother Du, I'm here to recite the poem, and I'm still asking you to write it."

Du Ruhui's eyes suddenly shine, and he quickly got to Yan Qing's seat and picked up his pen.

Zheng Yanqing walked in front of the window, closing his eyes to ponder.

In the bamboo building, there was a sudden silence.

Zheng Hongyi seemed to have something to say, but was stopped by Xu Shiji. At the entrance of the stairs, Mao Ya couldn't help but clench her fists and looked at Yan Qing nervously.

"Sitting alone in the bamboo grove, playing the piano and whistling again. People in the deep forest do not know that the bright moon comes to shine."

Du Ruhui's hand trembled, and he quickly calmed down his mind and wrote with great enthusiasm.

"The green bamboo has half a seed, and the new shoots come out of the wall..."

"When spring rains in the south, the posture of appreciating snow and frost is that all kinds of people are lush and humble and willing to keep themselves..."

"The dew cleanses the lead powder joints, and the wind shakes the green jade branches. It is like a gentleman, and it is suitable for all the land."

"There are few yellow birds on the stream, and the maws and flowers are gone, and the apricot flowers are flying. I started to feel sorry for the under the window of the Qingzhu Mountain, and I will not change the clear shade and wait for me to return."

"The bamboo outside the curtain, the rain between the bamboo..."

Yan Qing turned his back to Du Ruhui, faced the bamboo forest outside the window, and five and seven words came out of his mouth, falling into Du Ruhui's writing.

Before he knew it, Yan Qing had already chanted nine songs.

But he suddenly stopped this last song.

All eyes stared at him together, with endless blazing.

"Yan Qing, there is another song!"

Zheng Yanqing turned around and smiled bitterly, "To be honest, this last song was not improvised, Brother Du should know."

Du Ruhui was stunned, "Are you saying 'You can eat without meat, but not without bamboo'?"

Zheng Yanqing nodded, "But I have only recited the broken poems before. Now there are four more sentences. Please write them by Brother Du."

Du Ruhui quickly wrote on the paper, "No flesh makes people thin, no bamboo makes people vulgar", and then looked at Yan Qing and waited for him to continue.

Yan Qing thought for a while, "A person is thin but fat, but a scholar is not a doctor. People laugh at this saying, "It seems tall but stupid?" If you still chew on this, how can there be Yangzhou cranes in the world?"

When he said this, Dou Fengjie suddenly stretched and yawned.

Zheng Yanqing smiled, walked over and sat beside Du Ruhui. He first read the poem and then picked up his pen and wrote: When I was enjoying bamboo, I was lazy in the courtesy, and I couldn't help but feel moved: We are originally a worldly thing, why can't we get money? I once heard that a monk went to the West to seek scriptures. He did not give people things, but got the scriptures without words. Therefore, he told the Buddha in anger. The Buddha said: The scriptures should not be passed on lightly, nor should they be taken emptyly.

Buddha still like this, what if common things seek wealth?

Even the Buddha believed that there was no mistake in seeking money. What's wrong with me, the common things in this world, to seek some yellow and white things?

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