Tanabata Diva Concert: Happy Breakup

The owner of Wangjianglou is a very plump and beautiful young woman.

She looked at Zheng Zhengjin, then at Pei Qian. She naturally stood on Pei Qian's side, so she urged, "Sir, can you figure it out? If you can't, it doesn't matter. You just can't go upstairs anymore."

"Then listen carefully, five in the night, five and a half in the middle of the night, my second line is, the third autumn in August, the middle of the Mid-Autumn Festival in August." After Zheng Zhengjin finished speaking, he ignored the dumbfounded young woman and asked Chang Sun Chong: "Master Chang Sun, can you comment on whether my account is neat?"

At this moment, all the educated ladies in Wangjiang Tower looked at Zheng Zhengjin like a fairy. They just thought he was so handsome and wanted to marry him.

The wolf-like eyes of many women were fixed on Chang Sun Chong. At this moment, Chang Sun Chong felt an inexplicable chill on his back. He turned his head and looked at the eyes of the women around him. It seemed that they were threatening him that if he did not act impartially, he would be beaten to death.

Chang Sun Chong smiled and said, "Young Master, this couplet is very neat, especially the time of the fifth watch at midnight, which is the middle of the eighth month of the eighth month. Whether it is the meaning or the mirror, it is quite perfect."

"Then can I go upstairs?" Zheng Zhengjin asked the plump young woman curiously.

She could only nod her head: "Young Master is talented, of course he can do it." But she also knew that this time she might have hit a wall. She did not stop him this time, and stepped aside. Everyone followed Zheng Zhengjin, as if he could break all the couplets in the Wangjiang Tower.

The couplet on the first floor was broken by Zheng Zhengjin with almost no effort.

The speed is too fast.

Li Daozon and the princess looked at each other and saw the pride in each other's eyes. After all, this man could be considered their son-in-law.

Zheng Zhengjin appeared on the second floor, and there were only a few people there at the moment. They were all Zheng Liwan’s friends, who gathered there for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

When Zheng Liwan and her friends saw Zheng Zhengjin and a group of people going upstairs, they were all very confused, because at this moment Zheng Liwan had no idea that the first line of the couplet she had come up with had already been matched by someone else.

But when she saw a group of people appear, Zheng Liwan smiled alone again. She understood that there is always a mountain higher than yours.

She exchanged a glance with her friends, then walked leisurely towards Zheng Zhengjin. When she arrived in front of Zheng Zhengjin, she bowed and said, "Hello, young master!"

The voice is as sweet as an oriole,
Zheng Zhengjin turned around and saw her appearance, and praised her directly: "Badong has Wushan, a beautiful goddess with graceful face. You are too polite, young lady."

This girl is really beautiful, with skin as smooth as fat, like the finest jade, eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes as clear as spring water, lips red without any makeup, a straight nose, and eyes as clear as spring water, which can make people fall in love with her and cannot extricate themselves. Her eyes are full of stars.

She was wearing a water-blue emerald-colored shirt, a flower-sprinkled mist-green pleated skirt, and a thin emerald-colored veil on the outside. Her shoulders were as sharp as a knife, her waist was as restrained, and her aura was as quiet as orchids.

After Zheng Zhengjin finished speaking, he saw the girl's face turn red.
The other people present were all silent. After all, such attainments and talent in poetry were far beyond their reach.

When Zheng Liwan heard Zheng Zhengjin's compliments, she felt her face flushed. She was indeed beautiful, but this gentleman actually compared her to a goddess in heaven. "I, Zheng Liwan, would like to ask you, what is your second line?" She mustered up her courage. Even if she lost, she would lose with a sincere heart.

Zheng Zhengjin also said: "Hello, Miss Zheng, my name is Zheng Jiang, and my courtesy name is Zhengjin. My second couplet is, the third autumn in August, the middle of the eighth month of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

A sky blue shirt, a pair of simple jeans, and a pair of linen sneakers, a very simple outfit, but it made Zheng Liwan's breathing quicken. After all, her father had mentioned him to her countless times. In the end, it was just that she met an unserious person like Zheng Zhengjin when she was young.

At this moment, her heart was beating like a little elephant.

She blushed and whispered, "You are so talented, I admire you."

Zheng Zhengjin said modestly: "Young lady, why don't you belittle yourself? You are much better than some talented people for whom I have written poems." In this sentence, the only thing missing was to mention Pei Qian by name.

Pei Qian was furious and thought, Damn it, I've already hidden myself in the crowd, and you still want to drag me out and whip my corpse? How fun is that?

Zheng Liwan looked at Zheng Zhengjin curiously, and then said, "Sir, are you going to continue to climb the stairs?"

"Well, I want to see those great talents who have left their names here," Zheng Zhengjin said to Zheng Liwan with a smile.

But after Zheng Liwan heard this, she felt that it was "a noble and heroic man." She then made a gesture of invitation and said in a gentle voice, "Sir, please."

As an experienced person, the princess must have been moved when she saw Zheng Liwan acting like a little girl. She glared at Li Daozong unhappily and thought, "If it weren't for this guy, I wouldn't have met Zheng Liwan. Naturally, there would be one less person to share Zheng Zhengjin with my daughter."

Li Daozon stroked his beard in confusion. He thought Zheng Liwan was actually quite good and secretly cheered for his son-in-law.

When Yu Youwei saw Zheng Liwan's attitude, she could not help but realize that the girl in front of her had been moved by her master's talent. But that was true. After all, her master's poem, "In Badong there is Wushan, with the graceful beauty of a goddess", was probably not something that a young girl could bear.

But it's just a few sisters after all, so Yu Youwei was not angry. After all, Zheng Liwan was immersed in her son's talent, didn't this show that he was extremely lucky?
Li Xueyan had an even more indifferent expression. Besides the princess, her father also had two concubines, and she couldn't even count the rest of the concubines.

"The couplet between the second and third floors was left by Cui Minji, the eldest son of the Cui family. I have studied it for a long time, but I have no idea. Can you follow you, sir, today and let me see it for myself?" Zheng Liwan instantly turned from passive to active and said.

Zheng Zhengjin was numb and thought, "Is this girl so direct?"

Li Xueyan was also numb
Yu Youwei felt the same way, but she thought of something deeper, that is, "You should fight for your own happiness. After all, there are many talented people, but it's really hard to find someone as talented as my son."

The girl was shy to begin with, and since she had taken the initiative to ask, Zheng Zhengjin naturally would not refuse, but smiled and said, "Okay."
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(End of this chapter)