Liu Biao smiled and said, "It's okay, let me tell you the young master, be more casual and don't be restrained." "No." The follower shouted and retreated.

Then the one who came in was Huang Yueying and his daughter. Since both parties were relatives, they said intimately, and Huang Yueying and his daughter left the hall.

Zhang Lang's entourage came to the courtyard to find Zhang Lang, "Young Master, the gift has been given." Zhang Lang nodded and led his entourage around, his eyes wandering around in the crowd. He was observing the style of these Jingzhou elites, one by one, one by one, was elegant and elegant. Zhang Lang felt a temperament of literary talent. If literary talent could compete for dominance in the world, I was afraid that the princes of the whole world would not be the opponent of Jingzhou. However, Zhang Lang found a problem among these Jingzhou elites. Their temperament was too soft, lacking a kind of pride and a kind of blood.

"Young Master Xiao!" A call came from behind.

Zhang Lang turned around and saw Huang Chengyan coming over with a smile on his face.

Zhang Lang smiled and clasped his fists and said, "Old sir."

Huang Chengyan replied with a greeting, "I dare not! I dare not accept such a great gift from the young master! At this time, the talented men in Jingzhou were gathering in the side hall, why not join in the fun?"

Zhang Lang's expression moved, "Then he needs to be aware of it."

Huang Chengyan smiled slightly.

Zhang Lang followed Huang Chengyan to a side courtyard and saw a group of men and women with extraordinary temperament and bright clothes gathered in a water pavilion. One of the particularly handsome men was talking loudly, with a proud look on their faces. The men around them either showed jealousy or looked disdainful, while the women mostly showed admiration and obsession.

Huang Chengyan led Zhang Lang to the middle of everyone. When everyone saw Huang Chengyan coming, they bowed and bowed. The talkative man also stopped performing and came forward to salute.

Huang Chengyan pulled Zhang Lang and introduced to everyone: "This is Mr. Xiao, a businessman who came from Jingzhou to do trade."

There was a sneer in the crowd immediately, perhaps because of Huang Chengyan's face, so he said nothing.

Huang Chengyan introduced to Zhang Lang again: "These are all young talents in Jingzhou, so the young master can be close to them!"

Zhang Lang smiled slightly.

Huang Chengyan began to introduce these people to Zhang Lang one by one, either the young master of the prefect or the young master who was not a little bit. The handsome young master who was talking aloof just now was the young master of Kuai Liang, the chief clerk of Jingzhou. This kid didn't know what he was relying on, and looked arrogant and looked down on others. When Huang Chengyan introduced him, he didn't even look at Zhang Lang, but just gave in a little. When Zhang Lang was led by Huang Chengyan to a woman, he couldn't help but be stunned, because the woman was clearly the tea girl she had seen in the Wolonggang tea shed a few days ago. At this time, she was wearing a lilac dress with a golden hairpin on her head, and her beautiful hair was covered with waterfalls. Her beautiful face was covered with pink, and she actually showed a gorgeous temperament in her beauty.

"I didn't expect to see you here!" Zhang Lang said with a smile.

Huang Yueying smiled sweetly and felt a little blessed, "Nanyang Wanzhen has met the young master." Huang Wanzhen, this is Huang Yueying's alias, so she did not lie.

Huang Chengyan smiled and introduced others to Zhang Lang. After the introduction round, he asked Kuai Fang with a smile: "What were you talking about just now?"

When Kuai Fang saw the question, he glanced at Zhang Lang and bowed to Huang Chengyan, "I was just talking about the development of poetry since the Book of Songs. Today's Yuefu poems are far superior to the Book of Songs. For example, this poem "Fifteenth Party Entry", "First Five-Year-Jobs", "First Five-Year-Jobs, I went back to the army for 15th, and I was 80th. I met a villager, and I had A Shui at home? Rabbits entered from the dog's dove, and pheasants flew from the beams. The courtyard was born in the courtyard, and the wells were born in the well. I cooked the grain and cooked the sun and made soup. The soup rice was cooked for a while, and I don't know who to give it to me. I went out and looked east, and tears fell and my clothes were stained. This Yuefu poem was much better than the Book of Songs!"

Zhang Lang couldn't figure out what "Yuefu Poetry" or "Book of Songs", so he could only stand there and pretend to be mute.

Kuai Fang glanced at Zhang Lang, "What do you think of what I said?"

Zhang Lang could not say that he was so ugly that he could only smile and say nothing.

The people around him couldn't figure out Zhang Lang's background and didn't say anything. Kuai Fang sneered in his heart: What can a merchant know? "Why did Mr. Xiao smile without saying anything? If you think what I said was wrong, please give me advice!" Kuai Fang deliberately lowered his posture, trying to force Zhang Lang to make a fool of himself.

Everyone looked at Zhang Lang with curious eyes, Huang Chengyan and Huang Yueying looked at Zhang Lang with anticipation.

Zhang Lang wished he could punch Kuai Fang's handsome smiling face.

Seeing that Zhang Lang had not answered for a long time, Kuai Fang thought he didn't understand poetry at all, and was proud of himself, and his eyes showed a look of contempt. Other young men and women also had similar thoughts. Some were whispering something, and their eyes were already showing a contemptuous attitude. Huang Yueying and Huang Chengyan were very puzzled, not understanding why Zhang Lang didn't show his skills?

"It seems that Mr. Xiao only knows how to do business, but he doesn't know what the Book of Songs and Yuefu are? I really don't know that I was rude just now!" Kuai Fang said apologetically, but it seemed to be mocking.

Someone in the crowd laughed. Huang Chengyan and Huang Yueying were disappointed and felt that their previous judgment was wrong.

Zhang Lang suddenly smiled, "What are the Book of Songs and Yuefu?"

Everyone was stunned, Kuai Fang sneered and clasped his fists and said, "I want to ask for advice."

Zhang Lang walked to the railing and remembered a famous poem by Su Shi in his memory, "Jiangchengzi". When he thought of the artistic conception of the poem, he couldn't help but sigh and said softly: "Ten years of life and death are vast, and I can't forget it. I have no place to talk about desolation, even if I meet each other, I don't know the dust, my temples are like frost. When I come to the night of a dream, I suddenly return home. The window is dressing up, looking at each other without saying anything, but tears flow thousands of times, and I think I have a heartbreaking place every year, a short pine hill."

Kuai Fang, who originally wanted to watch Zhang Lang joke, opened his eyes and opened his mouth in shock. The men and women all looked incredible, as if they were stupid. Huang Yueying silently read the song "Jiang Chengzi" by Zhang Lang stealing Su Shi. The beautiful eyes flashed and his heart was extremely excited. Huang Chengyan smiled and brushed the beard under his jaw.

Zhang Lang turned around and asked Kuai Fang with a smile: "Is my poem "Jiangchengzi" comparable to the poems in "The Book of Songs" and "Yuefu"?"

Kuai's face was gloomy, and he was both hated and jealous, and speechless.

Zhang Lang sneered: "What are the uses of these poems? If there is a great chaos today, neither the Book of Songs nor the Yuefu will be able to rectify the chaos and reorganize the mountains and rivers! Only the iron-blooded soldiers can be used to clean up the broken mountains and rivers! If you are obsessed with poetry and essays, you can only praise the winners in the future!"
Chapter completed!