Start with the humble bridegroom

Chapter 50
After reading Zhou and Li's papers, Han Jiaoyu rubbed his hands and took Zhang Xinzhi's exam paper.

"I just hope that your examination paper will not disappoint the entrustment of the county. If you can't get the case, even if the old man knows that you have been wronged, he will still use you to kill him, and express the evil spirit in his heart!"

Han Jiaoyu held the examination paper, his face was a little strange, and he didn't know what he thought of.

Gently opened Zhang Zhe's scroll, and a pleasing willow script appeared in front of Han Jiaoyu's eyes.

Even if Han Jiaoyu had a grudge against Zhang Zhe because of something, he couldn't help but relax his eyebrows at this moment.

The first couplet for the exam: spring rain and valley rain are all flowers, and the second couplet: autumn wind and golden wind are all rice harvests.

"Okay!" Han Jiaoyu opened his eyes, and there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Spring is against autumn, rain is against wind, flower language is against rice abundance, one is spring growth, the other is autumn harvest, the couplets are aligned, and the artistic conception is also coherent. It's a good sign!"

"This girl, if she knew that this couple was matched by this person, how would she be so angry?"

Han Jiaoyu looked at the couplet and the word, without thinking too much, and directly sentenced to "up".

When he picked up Zhang Zhe's poem volume, Han Jiaoyu's heart sank slightly.

He was thinking that if Zhang Xinzhi used the West Lake poem written on the day of his marriage as a trick, it would show that this person's character is a bit unbearable.Because this person knew that doing so would bring a lot of gossip to him and the county government.

Han Jiaoyu shook his head, thinking so much, he didn't decide this question himself, even if it bears the bitter fruit, he also tasted it himself.

The volume of poems was spread out, and a seven-character quatrain appeared vividly on the paper.

I should try to write a poem about the West Lake: the water is shining and the sky is fine, and the mountains are empty and rainy.If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always suitable to wear light makeup and heavy makeup.

With a slap, the writing brush in Han Jiaoyu's hand fell on the table, almost staining Zhang Zhe's paper.

"The water is shining brightly and the sky is good, and the mountains are also strange when it is rainy. If you want to compare the West Lake to the West Lake, it is always suitable to wear light makeup." Han Jiaoyu couldn't help but read it again, and then he grabbed his right hand with his left hand and forcefully Resisting the urge to tuck this paper into his sleeve and take it away.

Picking up the pen again and rubbing the ink, Han Jiaoyu was about to write the word "上" on this poem volume, but looking at the word of this poem, he couldn't bear to write for a while.She's so curly, she's going to be dirty by me?

Han Jiaoyu pondered for a long time before he wrote the word "Shang".

He frowned and looked at his "上" character, always felt that it was not worthy of this paper, as if the writing was still unsatisfactory.

Swipe, swipe, swipe, he simply wrote another "Shang" next to the first "Shang".

Judge this volume as "upper"!
Han Jiaoyu looked at the second word "up", and then let out a sigh of satisfaction.

For a while, he didn't bother to look at Zhang Zhe's essay, he took this poem scroll and began to appreciate it again.

It wasn't until a clerk felt that Mr. Han's three papers had been judged for too long, and Xun Jiang came in, which interrupted Han Jiaoyu's enjoyment of poetry and prose.

"Hehe, come on, let's take a look at this West Lake poem."

Hearing the sound, several scribes walked into the inner hall quickly, and one clerk carefully took Zhang Zhe's paper from Han Jiaoyu's hand quickly, and praised the word just after reading it for the first time.

Several people finished reading this poem in one breath, and they were all full of praise immediately.

"My lord, if the writing of this letter is not bad, then the county's case will be known, right?"

Han Jiaoyu was pinching his beard and reading Zhang Zhe's papers, but he didn't hear the words of these scribes at all.

"The Tale of Little Rock Lake", this style of writing is indeed something that this young and over-the-top guy can write!

"Have you ever heard of the quiet rock pools in this county with beautiful scenery?"

All the scribes were still reading the volume of poems, and couldn't react to Han Jiaoyu's sudden question for a moment.

"This son is hurting people," Han Jiaoyu put down Zhang Zhe's paper, "After reading this article, a certain fantasies occurred to him, thinking of rushing to the small rock pond in this article at night, what kind of scenery is it like at night?"

A scribe laughed when he heard the words: "Although I have never read this article, but in this way, the county's case has been settled!"

It was very hot tonight, the wind from the lake was not strong enough, and there was a strange air pressure in the small courtyard.

Zhang Zhe woke up from the heat in the middle of the night, feeling a little depressed, so he simply put on his clothes and went out of the room to get some air.

On the night of the second day of junior high school, there was no moonlight, and there was only a star river left between the sky and the earth.

Walking slowly around the small courtyard, after getting used to the starlight, I can see things slightly in front of my eyes.

The lake wind in the courtyard was strong, which made Zhang Zhe clear-headed a lot, and the events of the day came to his mind again, and Zhang Zhe felt slightly annoyed.

"Could it be that I'm destined to be unfeminine in my two lives?"

After standing in the yard for a long time, Zhang Zhe didn't feel sleepy at all.

So he paced back to the room, and after a while, he came out of the room with a roll of reed mat and a bunch of things.

The lighter clicked and ignited a coil of mosquito repellent sandalwood.

Zhang Zhe sat on the reed mat without any image, uncorked the wine, filled his small white porcelain cup, and drank it in one gulp. A hot line went straight into his stomach, and the sweat all over his body slowly came out.

A plate of boneless chicken feet and pig's head meat, which he had just returned to the modern day to buy at a street night snack stall, was still steaming.Picking up the chopsticks, a mouthful of fat but not greasy pork head fills the mouth, and the taste buds are instantly detonated by the power of the combination of meat and spices.

After eating half a plate of pork head meat and a few boneless chicken feet, together with the heat brought by two taels of white wine, Zhang Zhe finally felt drowsy.

Under the sky full of stars, the wind on the lake became lighter, and the lake water became gentle, revealing the shadows of stars all over the lake.

The stars in the sky and the lake seem to be connected together. The poems that Zhang Zhe memorized for the exam a few days ago all came to my heart with the alcohol.

"The west wind blows the waves of the old Dongting, and Xiang Jun has white hair all night. After being drunk, he doesn't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams and crushes the galaxy."

After reciting this song, he still felt that it was not satisfying, so he took a piece of gold wire bone from a stewed pig's ear in his mouth, swallowed it in a few mouthfuls, and recited another song while shaking his head.

"The stars and rivers in the sky turn, and the curtains hang down in the world. There are tears on the pillow mat from the cold. Let's untie the clothes and talk about the night. The lotus pods are small with emerald green stickers, and the lotus root and leaves are thin. The old weather and old clothes. Only the feelings are different, and the old home .”

The meaning of this Nangezi is a bit sad, Zhang Zhe was drunk, and the performance was about to rise exponentially, and unconsciously, he also felt a little melancholy.

He didn't know that behind the reed mat, it was three feet away.

Meng Xiaowan, who was dressed in a light shirt and had long hair loose, was standing there quietly, listening to him recite the words.

The sadness in that word dispelled Meng Xiaowan's plan to speak, and she was infatuated with it for a moment.

Zhang Zhe changed into a more comfortable posture, threw the chopsticks on the reed mat casually, poured himself another glass with his right hand, took advantage of the strength of the wine, quickly picked up a piece of bean curd stick with his hand and threw it into his big mouth.

"Comfortable, it's a pity that there is only one person in such a beautiful starry sky," Zhang Zhe then shook his head and read another poem, "Tonight's victory is overwhelming, and there is no one else to share it with. Lying down and watching the Milky Way to the fullest."

I stretched out my hand to touch the flagon again, huh?Did not touch.

He touched it again, but found a boneless jade hand.

(End of this chapter)