When he heard these words from Sun Langzhong's mouth, he looked at Zhang Shi with a stunned face who pretended to have nothing to do with himself, and he didn't know if it was her idea or Sun Langzhong's idea.

He is a science student, and it is not a big problem to test him in chemistry, physics and mathematics, but to test his poetry and songs, it is really in response to the sentence "How sad can you be, just like a group of fathers-in-law going to the Qinglou", it is estimated that he will be able to hold back a sentence of "Ah, what a fucking beauty".

How much ink is in his stomach, is it not clear to her? But she still looks hateful and relies on her godfather.

Fortunately, he had Tang poems and Song lyrics in his mobile phone, and it was not difficult to imitate one poem, but Sun Langzhong's next request made it difficult for him.

Sun Langzhong said: "The old man also knows that you have always been quick and resourceful, so the topic is too simple for you, so I specially made a limit, make a long essay of more than 30,000 words, narrative or argument, let it play, the only requirement is to be elegant, the article is commented by my daughter, if it is unqualified, then I am embarrassed, and please marry Gao Ming, my daughter is good in terms of appearance and talent, and the village husband is not worthy of her." ”

Zhen Ming looked at Zhang on the side when she heard this, but found that she was like a little girl who had done something bad, her face was panicked, and she didn't dare to look at him, needless to say, even if this topic was not her idea, she participated in it.

She is from a scholarly family, since she was a child, she has been a famous goddess prodigy in Luoyang, even Emperor Wen praised her as a collection of the aura of women in the world, and personally named "goose", even if he can write articles and poems, in her eyes, he is only afraid that it is no different from the nonsense of a three-year-old child.

"Old Sun, can you allow me to say a few words to Goose Goose?"

"What can't you say to your face? If you want to bully my daughter into being talkative, lowering her standards and cheating for personal gain, then even if you don't pass this test. ”

Zhen Ming hurriedly said: "How dare the kid, it's just that because I haven't seen the goose for more than a month, I miss it so much that I want to have a few heart-to-heart words with her." ”

"Give you half an hour."

Sun Langzhong stood up with a smile and took Xing'er and Huan'er out of the room, leaving him and Zhang in the room.

Zhang Shiqiong's head was lowered, and she sat there without saying a word, her pretty face flushed.

Zhen Mingku walked to her side, knelt down on one knee, held her hand in his hand, looked up at her delicate and beautiful face, his heart beat violently inexplicably, and he couldn't help but poke his head over and kiss her lightly on the lips.

Zhang's body trembled slightly, his hands against his chest, and his breath was short.

He resisted the urge to take her into his arms, and asked softly, "Are you feeling better?" ”

"Yes." Zhang nodded.

"Is the phone I gave you still there?"

Zhang was a little nervous when she heard this, and looked at him puzzled, she remembered that he had told her that this mobile phone could send him home, and once he went home, he might never come back.

"Lend it to me first, and I'll pay it back to you in a few days."

"Are you going home?"

Seeing her nervous appearance, Zhen Mingku couldn't help but smile and said, "With you here, I'm already happy, why am I willing to go back?" ”

Zhang's face was ruddy when he heard this, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take out the mobile phone from his waist to him, but his body suddenly trembled and stiffened.

Zhen Mingku's hand had quietly burrowed into her shirt at some point, running down her smooth abdomen, avoiding her wounds, and climbing onto her warm-scented nephrite.

She shuddered and grabbed his hand, a look of surprise and shame on her face.

Zhen Ming bitterly felt the touching soft touch coming from the palm of his hand, and deliberately pretended to be looking for something on his face: "Hey, strange, where is it hidden?" I remember you women like to hide things here. ”

How could Zhang not know that he took the opportunity to retaliate against her for making things difficult for him with tests such as poetry and literary talent, especially when he said "you women", there was a contempt for women in his tone, she bit her red lips, and her beautiful eyes stared at him with shame.

Zhen Ming groped carefully for a while, "It's so good to hide......"

"Have you touched enough?" She asked softly, but her eyes were like rippling water, and her face became more and more ruddy, which was extremely moving.

Zhen Ming was happy in his heart, but he didn't expect her to have such an indescribable side, and said with a smile: "LADY, YOU CAN REALLY HOLD IT." ”

Zhang was used to him brazenly calling her a lady, so he couldn't help but sneer, and asked with a red face: "What is HOLD?" ”

"It's very pretending."

Zhang was finally defeated, and following Xing'er's example, he grabbed his ear and said angrily: "Villain, how long are you going to bully me!" ”

Zhen Ming smiled bitterly: "You have this kind of problem to make it difficult for me, I don't have any complaints, I just get back a little bit of interest now, you are not happy, then if you get married, I will bully you a hundred times and a thousand times more than this every day, what will you do then?" ”

Zhang blushed and said in a low voice: "Aren't we still married?" ”

"Can you be bullied at will when you get married?" Zhen was bitter and happy, salivating and asking, Zhang didn't answer, but the hand that twisted his ear never let go, he couldn't put it down and groped for a while, taking advantage of it, until Zhang's face oozed a thick sense of shame, and the hand that twisted his ear increased the force, then let her go, took out the mobile phone from her waist, and turned around and went out with satisfaction.

Looking at his calm posture like a leisurely stroll, how could there be a trace of embarrassment, as if nothing in the world could stump him, but it was extremely hateful, originally she planned to reduce the difficulty for him appropriately, but now it seems that this villain is not worth her thinking about him so much.

……

Within a few days, Zhen Mingku sent her a stack of manuscripts, saying that it was a novel.

When I opened it, I saw that there were three calligraphy words written crookedly on it, "Dream of Red Mansions".

Zhang Shi smiled as soon as she saw this word, she was the first time to see this kind of brush words, it was even more ugly than the words written by a three-year-old child, and she didn't have much hope, she turned a few pages and read a few lines, and it was good not to read, but she couldn't hold it anymore, holding this pile of ugly manuscripts, and gradually became fascinated.

Time flew by, and it wasn't until Apricot walked into the room and called her for dinner that she realized that it was getting late before she knew it.

Early the next morning, she asked Xing'er to bring a letter to Zhen Mingku.

There is only one sentence written on it: "Bad guy, write the rest quickly!" ”

Zhen Mingbitter looked at the elegant and beautiful block script written by Zhang on the letterhead, compared to the words he wrote, it was a world of difference, and with this good hand, she had lived up to her reputation as a prodigy.