Ten sentences, fifty-six words, with the simplest words to describe the truest, purest love in the world, the language is concise, the feelings are full, and it can instantly resonate with people's hearts.

Cui Jinrong's face was sluggish, his expression was a little dumbfounded, he remembered Miss Wang who was engaged to him, that time under the arrangement of the matchmaker, the two looked at each other from a distance, but Miss Wang's glance was deeply in Cui Jinrong's mind, and often appeared in dreams, this sentence [tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams] seems to be tailor-made for himself, what a good poem, there is an urge to copy it immediately, let people hurry up, and send it to Miss Wang;

Zhang Jiuling's heart was shocked, a sentence [If the two arms are long, how can they be in the morning and twilight], which reminded him of his old wife who has been with him for many years, when the two first got married, they were like glue, but for the sake of their careers, they often let her stay alone on the empty pillow, but no matter what, the affection in the hearts of the two has not decreased, this poem is simply to write the deepest thoughts in their hearts, and they instantly get the resonance of the soul;

As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win countless in the world. The introverted Cui Wuniang muttered this sentence in her mouth, reading and reading, her eyes were not stupid, although Cui Wuniang has no one she likes now, and she has no partner, but she also expects a vigorous love, such as like Lu Shu, to find a Ruyi husband who is both civil and military, and graceful;

Cui Yufang, who wanted to see Zheng Peng's jokes, was a little surprised at first, then a sense of powerlessness, and finally an inexplicable jealousy.

It is extremely difficult to write a poem that can satisfy the twenty-six brothers, Cui Yufang colluded with the two brothers and asked them to find an opportunity to pick thorns, however, as soon as Zheng Peng's poem came out, he knew that this plan was going to fail, because no one dared to say that this poem was not good, otherwise others asked you to make a better quality, and you can't do it, isn't that ridiculous and generous, self-inflicted?

Zheng Peng's talent surprised Cui Yufang, because Cui Yufang hated Zheng Peng very much, but he couldn't find fault with the poem written by Zheng Peng, on the contrary, he liked this poem very much in his heart, and he had the heart to find Zheng Peng unhappy.

A sense of powerlessness that Zheng Peng is unbeatable.

As for jealousy, it was for Lu Shu, the two were both sisters, Cui Yufang asked herself where she was not worse than Lu Shu, why was her husband so much better than herself?

Cui Yufang also has a strange idea in her heart: when an excellent man like Zheng Peng gets married, why is the bride not herself.

In any case, he still has one more chance, a chance to make Zheng Peng and Lu Shu a joke, Cui Yufang gritted her teeth and was secretly ruthless in her heart.

The faces of the others were either impressed or shocked, and some bold young girls stared at Zheng Peng with a nymphomaniac, and they almost didn't flatter them.

This is definitely a good poem that is popular all over the country, whether it is a man or a woman, old or young, as long as people have good expectations for love, they can find recognition and resonance from this poem.

After a short period of silence, when everyone came back to their senses, they received rave reviews for a while:

Yao Chong stroked his beard and sighed: "Yes, it's really good, this poem has reached the realm of turning the complex into a complex and returning to the truth, just with this poem, Feiteng has reached the height of the grandmaster, it is really young and promising, the old man is afraid that he will not recognize the old, by the way, this poem has both, is it a new word card?" ”

"I haven't heard of it either" Zhang Jiuling said: "But with Feiteng's ability, it's not strange that anything happened to him, have you forgotten that inspiring military song?" It was created by Fei Teng alone. ”

Gao Lishi shook his head and said: "Zheng Peng, this kid, because of a lot of things in recent years, there are no new works on the market, many people say that he is exhausted, hehe, as soon as this poem comes out, see which one dares to chew his tongue behind his back." ”

"I heard that Zheng Gongzi is the first genius of the Tang Dynasty, and I always thought it was a rumor, but now it seems that he is famous."

"Hehe, Zheng Gongzi wrote a poem for Lin Xun'er, so that Lin Xun'er's name moved the Tang Dynasty, it is said that the people of Boling Cui's family are a little unhappy, as soon as this poem comes out, it should be impossible to find fault anymore."

"The third room is amazing, find such a fast son-in-law who rides the dragon."

"It's not, the celebrity in front of the emperor, just look at the attitude of Gonggong Gao, someone embarrassed Zheng Gongzi, he spoke out as soon as possible, this alone makes Zheng Gongzi's future limitless."

Zheng Peng looked at Cui Jinrong, who was a little out of the world, and said, "Brother Jinrong, how is it, can I pass this level?" ”

Cui Jinrong came back to his senses, and quickly said with admiration: "Yes, yes, of course, if any brother thinks it's not good, as long as he makes a song that is better than Zheng Gongzi, there is nothing to say." ”

How can a group of children have this kind of confidence, know the title of the poem in advance, some people wrote poems in advance with the purpose of becoming famous, and wanted to find an opportunity to step on Zheng's chest to get on the throne, but Zheng Peng's poem is too high, so high that everyone can only look up, who dares to stand out at this time.

When Zheng Peng was about to leave, Cui Jinyong on the side suddenly asked: "Zheng Gongzi, you haven't named this poem yet." ”

Name?

That's right, how can this such a good poem not be famous, as soon as Cui Jinyong's voice fell, everyone once again focused on Zheng Peng.

"The title of the poem is called the gift of the Queqiao Immortal." Zheng Peng said.

This answer was already expected by everyone, and it attracted full applause for a while.

"This, this... It's so little... Is it really a poem written by Zheng Gongzi? Lu Shu, who was embroidering upstairs, said in disbelief after hearing Xiaoqing recite Zheng Peng's poem.

I didn't expect that one day, Zheng Peng would compose a poem for himself, and this poem is still so good, especially the last sentence "If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight", like a hammer hitting the heart, the whole person is so happy that he is about to faint.

The young master said in the poem that it was "a long time", is this a hint that he wants to grow old with himself?

After passing two levels in a row, Zheng Peng successfully arrived in the backyard, and at this time he had already seen the embroidery building from a distance, and he was one step closer to Lushu.

As soon as he walked into the backyard, he smelled a strong smell of wine, Zheng Peng just looked at it, and couldn't help frowning slightly: This level is not good.

Fifteen square tables are connected into a long table array, and there are bowls of wine on the table, which are large bowls that can hold half a catty of wine, not to mention hundreds of bowls.

Because he was a tall man, when he saw Zheng Peng coming, he laughed and said, "Brother-in-law is really good, he arrived here so quickly, it seems that the first two levels are not good." ”

Calling himself brother-in-law, needless to say, this is Lushu's cousin in front of him.

Zheng Peng smiled and said: "It's all sisters-in-law and uncles who can't bear to embarrass me, by the way, I don't know what Your Excellency says?" ”

"The surname is Cui, the name is Jinhui, just call me uncle."

Zheng Peng knew that Cui Jinhui was the grandson of the eldest house, and he was bold and righteous, and he heard Lu Shu say that when she first returned to Boling, this cousin helped her a lot, and said respectfully: "Uncle brother is good." ”

Cui Jinhui laughed: "It's useless to call it good, if you don't eat this set, you have to pass this level, it's simple, just break through this hundred wine array." ”

"How?" Zheng Peng said with some embarrassment: "Don't hide it from my uncle, I have a small amount of wine, so much wine, I'm afraid I can't bear it, and I ask my uncle to look at Shu'er's face and raise his noble hand." ”

A bowl is half a catty, and there are hundreds of bowls here, with Zheng Peng's amount of wine, he can't drink one-tenth of it.

Cui Jinhui laughed: "It is said that poetry and wine are not separated, brother-in-law's poems are so good, the amount of wine must not be bad, this is a hundred wine arrays carefully prepared for brother-in-law, brother-in-law can smell and taste, each bowl of wine can only be guessed once, guess right, even if you pass a small level, if you can't guess it, sorry, either drink it dry, or leave three hundred yuan to buy road money, a total of one hundred bowls of wine, that is, to pass a hundred small levels, but today is my brother-in-law's big day, and my brother-in-law moved Shu'er out again, okay, you are allowed to find a helper." ”

A hundred bowls of different wines, it is too difficult to separate them one by one, Zheng Peng estimated that he could recognize eight of the ten kinds, which was already very good.

Fortunately, this eldest brother is quite kind, a bowl only costs 300 guan, and a full bowl of 100 bowls is 30,000 guan.

Zheng Peng had a thought in his heart: Isn't it just 30,000 yuan, it's better to forget it for him, anyway, he has money and can be willful.