With a glimpse, Shenlong sees the head but does not see the tail.
Shi Miaomiao's stunning and pretty face when she lifted the curtain, she only felt beautiful, but she couldn't see clearly, leaving a lot of imagination. Unexpectedly, Liang Sheng's tallness was even more set off.
"Beauties bend their waists for talents, and Mr. Liang Sheng is a role model for my generation!"
Wang Song also admired him more and more in his heart, and he always talked about Liang Sheng.
After resting for a while, the three of them set off together, and after walking a mile of mountain road, they arrived at their destination. Outside a villa built against the mountain.
"Rui Zhuang!"
The villa is named after Rui, it is built on the mountain, the environment is quiet, the gate is very old, mottled with time, but there is also a kind of wonderful precipitation.
"Although this is the first time I have come to Ruizhuang, I have admired it for a long time." Stopping in front of Ruizhuang's gate, Wu Zhengchun said with emotion.
"The Huangshan Poetry Fair has been held for hundreds of years. The hosts of the successive dynasties are the Wu family, the owner of Ruizhuang. Over the past few hundred years, the Wu family has also had a great influence. There have been countless scholars in the school, and they have become giants. "Wang Song nodded and said.
After chatting for a while, Wang Song sent his servants to knock on the door.
"The three sons are here to participate in the poetry meeting?" Soon after the door was opened, a slave poked his head out from the door, looked the three of them up and down for a while, and said with a smile.
"Exactly."
Chen Guhong, Wang Song, and Wu Zhengchun laughed.
"Please!"
Hao Nu bent to open the door and welcomed the three of them in. This Ruizhuang looks quiet on the outside, but it is elegant on the inside, with well-arranged buildings, pine trees and rockery, small bridges and flowing water, like the home of Wenxian.
Not long after, Hao Nu led the three of them to the guest room. When he came to the door, Hao Nu bowed down to the three of them first, and said apologetically, "Three young masters, this year, due to special circumstances, more than a thousand people participated in the poetry meeting. There are only three hundred guest rooms, so I have wronged the three young masters." , to live with another prince.”
"Live together?"
Wang Song suddenly showed a bitter expression, his house is spacious and comfortable, although he lived with a beautiful maidservant and concubine, why did he ever live with a man
Forget about my friend Guhong, if you don't know him, don't have body odor.
Wu Zhengchun also frowned slightly.
"The poetry meeting will be three days later, so it's just a short stay for a few days. Renren will pass." Chen Guhong comforted the two, and then said to the slave: "I'm sorry."
Immediately the door was opened, and the three walked in.
In the guest room, there was already one person sitting, a young man in his twenties, slightly taller, thinner, his clothes were whiter than Chen Guhong's, his complexion was a little pale, he seemed to be malnourished.
Seeing the three of Chen Guhong coming in, this person raised his head. Slightly restrained, he made a bow and said, "I am a student from the original county, Zheng Chong. I don't know how many of them are?"
"This person looks a bit shy." Chen Guhong thought to himself, but Chen Guhong didn't find it annoying. It means that the two came forward to know each other.
After Zheng Chong learned of Wu Zhengchun's name, he became more restrained, and even bent his back slightly, feeling very inferior. Immediately afterwards, the three of Chen Guhong also learned about Zheng Chong's life.
This person is a typical poor family scholar, who studied since he was a child, and his family is poor. Although he passed the examination as a scholar and has some social status and prospects, he often runs around to eat.
In short, the family situation is not very good.
However, Chen Guhong and the others are not domineering people, and they treat him kindly. Slowly Zheng Chong became more confident, and the conversation became more natural.
We are all scholars, and communication is not a problem, so we get close to each other. But now there are still a few days before the Huangshan Poetry Fair, and the four of them sat down leisurely, reading books and playing the flute, playing the piano and drawing pictures, or playing chess with chess pieces, so unrestrained.
In short, the four people's feelings quickly warmed up, and finally Wang Song proposed that the four be called the Four Friends of Suihan.
But there was one thing that surprised Chen Guhong and the others. This Zheng Chong is definitely not an ordinary poor scholar, he is a master of painting.
Tomorrow is the Huangshan Poetry Fair, Wang Song endured for a long time, and finally couldn't help but want to see Liang Sheng.
"Can you all go together?" Before leaving, Wang Song asked the three friends.
"Then Liang Sheng is indeed worth seeing, but there is no need to go to see him specially. Anyway, tomorrow is the poetry fair, and you can always see him. Go yourself." Chen Guhong shook his head and said.
"I meet him often." Wu Zhengchun said with a smile.
"Not interested." Zheng Chong said flatly.
"You three." Wang Song felt very bored, but he couldn't bear it anymore, so he said goodbye to the three friends, and went out of the room to find Mr. Liang.
Wang Song left, but the three of them didn't feel bored. Scholars can entertain themselves by playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, not to mention there are others to play with. Zheng Chong spread out a piece of white paper on the table, then began to grind ink, concentrating on preparing to paint.
Wu Zhengchun bowed to Chen Guhong and said, "Brother Chen, can you play a game of chess?"
"It's been so many days. Brother Xian has played thirty games of chess with me, and he has never won. Are you still determined?" Chen Guhong said helplessly. But it turns out that Wu Zhengchun is quite fond of chess, and has played with three people.
In the end, Wang Song and Zheng Chong were both stinky baskets, and they were killed by him without leaving their skins intact. Just when Wu Zhengchun was playing chess with Chen Guhong full of confidence, he was killed badly.
Chen Guhong's brain was born with primordial spirit, mysterious and intelligent. The writing is perfect, and the calculation ability is even more extraordinary, while Weiqi pays attention to strategy and calculation. Chen Guhong does not dare to boast that he is invincible, but he dares to boast that he is a top player among ordinary people. He originally thought that Wu Zhengchun would retreat in the face of difficulties, but this friend became more and more courageous as he fought.
He has lost 30 matches so far, but he still complains about this game.
"Yue Zhan Yue Yong Fang is a real hero." Wu Zhengchun looked proud, then pulled Chen Guhong's hand, came to sit down in front of the front board, picked up the sunspots shamelessly, and said: "Brother Chen, you are one year better at chess. Come on, please let me be the third son." After finishing speaking, he swiped the sunspot with his hands and knocked down the third son.
And stared at Chen Guhong with vigour, hoping that he would have a son.
"My dear brother, you have a thick skin." Chen Guhong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and made a quick blow. At first glance, this guy is gentle and kind, but after getting acquainted with him, he finds that he has a thick skin.
"A master must behave like a master. Brother Chen, your chess skills are definitely the best in the world. You should let me go." Wu Zhengchun said without shame.
Then it started again.
Chen Guhong landed quickly, without thinking. And Wu Zhengchun was able to keep up with Chen Guhong's speed at the beginning, but it became more and more difficult as he went down, and in the end he even had to stop and think about the effort of a cup of tea.
"It's already a stick of incense, brother, aren't you asleep?" Chen Guhong shook his head and said.
"Admit defeat." Unexpectedly, Wu Zhengchun slapped his thigh and simply surrendered.
"You lost ten hands ago." Chen Guhong said with a smile, relaxed.
"How can you admit defeat if you can still survive?" Wu Zhengchun said seriously.
"Okay." Chen Guhong shrugged, he didn't plan to play chess with this chess idiot, he shook his clothes and was about to get up, but Wu Zhengchun pulled him and said tearfully: "Brother Chen, let's play another game. "
"But you can't beat me." Chen Guhong said helplessly.
"One more set, just one set."
Seeing how pitiful this virtuous brother is, Chen Guhong played another game with him.
"One more set."
"One more set."
Unexpectedly, one set followed another, and soon there would be ten sets. Until Wu Zhengchun's eyes were bloodshot, and the hair on his head was messed up by him. What a noble son, he almost became a homeless man with disheveled hair.
Only then did Chen Guhong escape.
"From now on, I can no longer play chess with him." Chen Guhong said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. With nothing to do, Chen Guhong came to Zheng Chong's side to watch him paint.
It was a surprise to see this.