The Li Mansion's house was not luxurious in Wei Nanlu's eyes. Compared with other Jiangnan clans or local tyrants, this deep house seemed a bit petty. He had hinted before that Li Lanting was willing to change him to a better house, but was politely rejected by the other party, and he never mentioned this matter since then.

Wei Nanlu delivered a famous post to the servants, and was respectfully invited by the housekeeper in a while. When he walked to the living room, he found that there was another guest. Although his face was still as childish as a young man, Li Lanting did not have any sternness between the elders when he spoke to him. Instead, he looked gentle and drizzle. He couldn't help but pay more attention. The young man also smiled and nodded to him, looking neither salty nor light.

In summary, Wei Nanlu can only be regarded as a junior who can be regarded a little in Li Lanting's eyes. Compared to the other Hangzhou officials who looked ugly as soon as they took office, Wei Nanlu can still show her integrity and integrity. She often walks by the river without any wet shoes. Li Lanting generally guessed what the exquisite box in his hand was, so he didn't care too much. He pulled Chen Zhongqing, who was still talking to him just now, and introduced to Wei Nanlu, "Come on, Nanlu, let me introduce you to me, this is my nephew, Chen Zhongqing. This is the prefect of Hangzhou."

Chen Zhongqing bowed and said, "I have met the governor Wei."

Wei Nanlu greeted him respectfully and said politely, "In Wei Nanlu, the governor of Hangzhou, he is also half of the disciple of Teacher Lanting."

Even when facing young people who don’t know each other, he shows his polite attitude.

Li Lanting was very satisfied with Wei Nanlu's performance. He could show it appropriately in his judgment of the situation and his smooth handling of things. The only thing he lacked was the tempering of the time. Unfortunately, he had already stayed away from the temple, otherwise he should have used his remaining energy to recommend this excellent young man to his colleagues who had only achieved success in the court.

Suddenly I remembered that almost all the scholars of the same generation who had advanced and retreated to the imperial examinations in the court that had almost died in the palace coup a few months ago. I couldn't help but feel a little sad, but then I realized that the current occasion was not a time of sadness. I quickly cheered up and smiled and brought up a topic, "Zhongqing, Magistrate Wei was an expert in poetry and songs when he was young. When he first visited, he said that the twisted pine tree in my courtyard was the most poetic and picturesque, watching the flower shadows in front of the corridor, and listening to the pine wind by the stone."

Li Lanting's mention of this made Wei Nanlu feel a little surprised. He said a few words casually at the beginning, but he didn't expect that the other party still remembers what he said.

"To be ashamed, those are just two broken sentences that were casually chanted on a whim. It is rare that Lord Lanting still remembers that Nanlu is deeply relieved. However, I heard that this year's Hangzhou Garden Poetry Festival produced a talented junior who had won three master armors and even forced other talents not to write lyrics?"

The topic changed and aroused the popularity of the garden poetry party. Chen Zhongqing was curious about what the prefect knew. Originally, Li Lanting called him specially to send him a letter from Bianliang. At this time, a guest happened to visit and was kept and sat for a while.

At this time, Li Lanting also glanced at Chen Zhongqing. He smiled but didn't seem to want to poke the paper through.

"Ah, yes, I was there with this young master Chen at that time. Isn't it true that the magistrate of Nanlu knows who wrote the poems?"

Nanlu shook his head, "Before I had time to ask in detail, but I heard that this scholar was also very good at tactics. He was so angry that he left Su Zizhan and Huang Yinjian, the son of the prefect of Yangzhou. Alas, although he was full of talent, he was young and vigorous and had too sharp. Su Zizhan has always had a wide connection among Hangzhou literati. It was equivalent to offending him to offend the literati and scholars in the whole Hangzhou. As for Huang Yinjian, he was even more amazing. He was the son of the prefect of Yangzhou. Recently, the governor of Liangzhe Road was preparing to be transferred to Bianliang. Yangzhou governor Wang Liangchun was the most likely person to serve as the governor. Alas, he offended these two people, no matter how talented he was, he was afraid he could not stay here."

Facing Wei Nanlu's unfair concern, Chen Zhongqing held back his smile and asked, "Since that's the case, how can such a stunning talented man stay safe and sound?"

Wei Nanlu glanced at Li Lanting. After all, this matter was related to his disciples and his words just paved the way for the next topic. Li Lanting waved his hand generously and said, "It's okay, it's okay, just say it, I'll listen carefully."

"Then I'll be blunt."

Wei Nanlu said softly, "I think he should firmly grasp Lord Lanting, the backer, and walk around and communicate with the government more often. In this way, even if someone wants to hurt someone under the covert arrow, they will have no choice."

Wei Nanlu means that he will recommend the other party and use this method to block the other people's mouths. It is also a meaning to please him in front of Li Lanting.

At this time, the letters from Bianliang were still in his arms. Chen Zhongqing really couldn't think of what expression he should use to respond to Wei Nanlu. He looked at Li Lanting helplessly, and the other party felt like he was a hand-off manager.

"My friend Zhongqing, it's okay to call you "My friend?"

Chen Zhongqing waved his hand naturally, "It's okay, it's okay."

Wei Nanlu said with emotion, "Be a human being, hey, forget it, it's not embarrassing to be a little restrained when he was young. He has been in the east and the west for thirty years, and he has been calm for a while. Even if he is three feet away, what's the point? In a lifetime, there is really nothing to do when he should bow his head."

Facing the other party's chattering about the spirit chicken soup and life philosophy, Chen Zhongqing responded with a smile, "Mr. Wei said very well, but I also remembered another thing. Even if the villain slanders me, bullies me, insults me, laughs at me, despise me, despise me, hate me, and lies with me, even if he has experienced the troughs of life and difficulties and setbacks, people should not lose their fighting spirit. He can live a lifetime with a rain of rain."

As soon as the words finished, the whole audience was silent.

The proud expression on Wei Nanlu's face was a little frozen. He looked at Li Lanting, and the other party also stared at Chen Zhongqing at this time. The poem that had just blurted out was like a spell, pausing their movements instantly.

Li Lanting's cuffs were wet with tea and he stood still.

Wei Nanlu murmured to himself, repeating the poem that Chen Zhongqing had just said several times, and repeatedly chewing on the taste.

Combining the previous and next sentences is a good poem.

But what Li Lanting was thinking at this time was another thing, something he urgently needed to confirm.

"Zhongqing... the nephew. Is that sentence just now a broken sentence... or a complete poem?"

"Um?"

The two of them had a weird expression, and Chen Zhongqing was a little confused, so he had to treat him truthfully, "It's a complete poem."
Chapter completed!