Peerless Pirates

Hearing someone call to stop, everyone quickly looked up. They saw a wealthy young man in his twenties coming with a smile. This man had a face like a crown jewel, white clothes and a light train, and a graceful demeanor. He was followed by two sturdy servants.

Huang Song's appearance shocked Song Zheng. If this guy wasn't busy plotting against Wanyan Yusheng, why would he go to Wulongtan? Fortunately, Huang Song didn't know Song Zheng, so he led two servants and walked away from Song Zheng.

And passed.

The tall scholar felt a little unnatural when he saw Huang Song, while the woman behind him had her cheeks reddening and her eyes watery.

Huang Song raised his hand to the tall scholar and said, "Brother Cong, we meet again."

The tall scholar also raised his hands and called out "Young Master Huang".

"In the morning, I went to visit General Cong at the Soldier and Horse Envoy's Mansion. I was very sorry that I didn't see the Xian brothers and sisters. I didn't expect to meet them here. It's been two years since we left Jiangning, right? Brother Cong is more powerful, Yushuang

The girl has also become more beautiful."

Soldiers and Horses Envoy's Mansion? General Cong? Cong Kui, the Soldiers and Horses Envoy on the right side of Shandong Pass! Song Zheng couldn't help but secretly exclaimed. He once asked Li Hongniang about the composition of the troops at Shandong Pass. Governor Qiao Zhenchuan was below, and there were two groups of soldiers and horses envoys on the left and right.

One is Xiao Ding

In the country, one is Cong Kui. Cong Kui was originally a leader of the guards in the outer city of Jiangning. He was sent out for two years to serve as the military envoy of Guanyou Road in Shandong. Song Zheng had seen him from a distance on the day when the competition started. It was a

A red-faced and slightly chubby general.

Cong Kui has a son, Cong Ge, and a daughter, Cong Yushuang. Judging from the conversation between Huang Song and Cong Ge, they should have known each other in Jiangning. Cong Yushuang seems to have a crush on Huang Song. Isn't this a bit bad? Huang Song is now hooking up with Cong Kui.

, could it be... Song Zheng's mind raced, he must reveal this news to Li Hongniang, and take precautions so that nothing goes wrong when sending Wan Yan Yusheng back the money.

This Huang Song can be regarded as the chief culprit who murdered Song Si and Old Man Gao, but unfortunately now is not the chance to get rid of him. Song Zheng looked at Ming'er, Ming'er's eyes were cold and she stared at Huang Song's back. Song Zheng quickly pulled him away.

He gave her a hug and shook his head gently.

Lu Chun didn't pay attention to this and just murmured, "What a handsome young man!"

At this time, Huang Song smiled and said, "I know my sister likes chrysanthemums. How about asking Huang to buy them and give them to her?"

Cong Ge quickly waved his hand and said, "This is impossible. We can buy it ourselves. We have already thought of the name of the flower. It is called three-color peony."

"Three-Colored Peony? This is a good name. Sister Yushuang thought of it, right? However, I have a better name. I wonder if I can change it for my brother?" Huang Song had an extraordinary bearing. As soon as he appeared on the stage, there was a hint of excitement.

He had the momentum of taking the lead. All the scholars were overwhelmed by it and did not dare to say anything.

Cong Yushuang seemed to be very shy, and her voice sounded like a mosquito, "Young Master Huang, it's okay to say it." After saying that, his face became even redder.

"I think it would be more appropriate to call her 'Langyuan Xianba'. What do you think, girl?" Huang Song smiled with strong confidence on his face.

Langyuan, also known as Langfengyuan, Langfengzhiyuan, is said to be on the top of Kunlun Mountain, where the Queen Mother of the West lives. The flower farmer thought that he had some knowledge, so he quickly stood up and bowed his head to the bottom, "Young Master is ridiculous, little old man.

This flower doesn’t deserve that title!”

Huang Song didn't even look at him and said to Cong Yushuang, "This flower is the leader of the group and the most beautiful one. I think this is the only one worthy of my sister's name!"

Cong Yushuang's face turned red as if water was dripping from her face, and she even lowered her head. Her brother couldn't help but hide behind her again.

Cong Ge was not a good talker either. Seeing Huang Song blatantly seducing his sister, he was speechless and could only wave his hands repeatedly.

"Well, let's name this flower Langyuan Xianba!" He said, waving his fingers behind him. A servant behind him reached into his arms and took out a piece of gold leaf.

Ming'er poked Song Zheng behind, meaning to dampen Huang Song's limelight. Song Zheng thought for a moment, Huang Song should have seen Ming'er when he was a child, but seven or eight years later, Ming'er had already become a child.

If a woman undergoes a major transformation, she should not worry about him recognizing her.

Thinking of this, Song Zheng laughed loudly and said, "Even if a cluster of chrysanthemums is extraordinary, how can it be called Langyuan Xianba? Couldn't this young master see that the old man is not satisfied with this title?"

Huang Song turned around and saw two young men leading a pretty maidservant and two servants in front of him. The speaker was fourteen or fifteen years old, very handsome, with a wheat-colored face, corners of his mouth raised, and eyes filled with amusement.

color.

Huang Song's family minister glared and was about to step forward. Huang Song waved his hand, narrowed his eyes and said, "Little brother, do you have a better name?"

"Let's not talk about the quality of the name for now. I think the old man should make the decision. Besides, this young lady has just said the name 'Three Color Peony', which has been approved by the old man. It can be said that this potted flower has been decided. The young master will

Wouldn’t it be absurd to give flowers that were originally meant for a young lady to a young lady?”

The scholars were so intimidated by Huang Song's magnanimity that they didn't dare to say anything. Hearing Song Zheng's words, they couldn't help but nod. In fact, most of these guys came to enjoy the flowers because of Cong Yushuang, and naturally they didn't want Huang Song to be more beautiful than others.

The anger on Huang Song's face flashed away, and he turned to smile and said, "If this little brother steps in, he must have a better name. Otherwise, how can he be so confident?"

"As for the names, I have already thought of three out of the four words. Wait a moment." Song Zheng turned to the flower farmer and asked, "Old man, do you know your surname?"

Seeing that the young man was polite and friendly, the flower farmer calmed down a lot and said, "My surname is Tian."

"This is a very good surname! How about calling it Tian Weng Liuxiang? This flower is so extraordinary. Since it was originally created by an old man, it deserves to be remembered in history. Those of us who love flowers should remember Tian Weng's contribution if we can appreciate such a wonderful product.

Please see, everyone, the bright red flower core is the testimony of Tian Weng’s hard work!”

"Okay!" As soon as Song Zheng finished speaking, all the scholars responded loudly. Even Cong Yushuang looked at Song Zheng with brilliant eyes.

"The little old man thanks you for giving me your name, and I would like to send this flower to you." The flower farmer suddenly knelt down on the ground and said "leave his name in history", which made him cry. He is just a flower farmer with a low status, even if he can

You can cultivate exotic flowers and sell them at a good price, but most of them are exploited. How can you think of leaving your name in history?

"Old man, please don't do this, it will hurt the little boy." Song Zheng quickly helped him up, "I don't dare to bear this little boy."

Huang Song was almost furious. The assassination attempt on Wanyan Yusheng the night before was failed, and two Longwei masters were killed, which put him under great pressure. Even though Mr. Lu sent some more men to himself, it was difficult to launch another large-scale attack.

Assassination operation. That’s why he thought of finding Cong Kui, who had some friendship with his family.

, leaked Wanyan Yusheng's story to him, and was trying to persuade him to kidnap and kill Wanyan Yusheng when he returned to Daijin. For this reason, he did not hesitate to promise to Cong Kui that he would treat his daughter Cong Yushuang as an equal wife in the family. Otherwise,

, with his status, how could he come here after smelling the fragrance and deliberately show his favor to the daughter of a military commander?

Even so, he was still disturbed by the young man in front of him. How could he not be annoyed?

Huang Song suppressed his anger and said, "Although the name of the flower given by the little brother is a bit crude, it makes some sense. However, since the little brother does not dare to ask for this flower, then Huang bought it."

Song Zheng shook his head, "I have no merit and no reward. I dare not accept gifts from the elderly. How could I ever say that I don't want to buy these flowers?"

"How are you doing?" Huang Song finally stopped laughing and stared at Song Zheng coldly.

Song Zheng didn't even look at him, "Just do what the old man said just now, it's half price, twenty-five taels of silver. I have the first right to purchase it. Colleagues, do you have any doubts?"

All the scholars nodded in agreement.

"In this case, I will give up the right to purchase to Brother Cong. I wonder if Brother Cong is willing to accept it?"

Cong Ge looked excited and was about to take out the money when Cong Yushuang pulled him from behind. He quickly looked up at his sister and then at Huang Song, who had a frosty look on his face. The half-foot he stepped out retracted.

Come back.

Song Zheng shook his head, a little disappointed, and turned to Lu Chun and said, "Licheng, the first pastoral land on Shandong Road, is nothing!"

As soon as these words came out, all the scholars changed their expressions, especially the Cong brothers and sisters. A young man of seventeen or eighteen years old immediately stood up and said, "Little brother, can you give me this flower?"

Song Zheng smiled and said, "Why not! Since my brother is a lover of chrysanthemums, I have a poem to share with you, 'Autumn chrysanthemums can be proud of frost, but wind and frost are full of evils. Their nature can withstand cold, but how can wind and frost withstand it?' This poem will encourage you to share it with you.

Of!"

The young man quickly bowed his head and said, "I'm here to teach you!"

When the Cong brothers and sisters heard the poem, their expressions changed, and Cong Yushuang's face turned pale. Especially since her name contained the word "shuang", Song Zheng's poem was a great satire on her.

Song Zheng ignored everyone, asked Ming'er for twenty-five taels of silver, and sent it to the flower farmer, "These twenty-five taels of silver can be regarded as making up for half of the old man's loss. I only hope that the old man can cultivate more flowers next year."

The more Tian Weng leaves the fragrance, the more people will know the character of this wonderful flower!"

How could the flower farmer be willing to accept it? Song Zheng put the money into his hand and said with a smile, "Why don't you do this? These are considered as deposits for ordering ten fields to leave incense next year. On the Double Ninth Festival, the boy is still here. Don't blame me for taking advantage of you."

good!"

With the cultivation experience this year, it will be much easier next year. Does the flower farmer know this? He held the silver and nodded repeatedly, and the muddy tears flowed out again.

Song Zheng patted his shoulder, laughed, turned around and walked towards the depths of the Academy.

Behind him, the flower farmer shouted, "Sir, I haven't dared to ask your name yet?"

Song Zheng waved his hand, "Autumn bushes surround the house like Tao's house, and the fence is gradually sloping. It's not that chrysanthemums are preferred among flowers. There will be no flowers when these flowers bloom." As Yuan Zhen's poem "Chrysanthemum" came out,

Song Zheng and others gradually drifted away.

Behind Huang Song, a servant came over, "Sir, do we want..."

"Business matters." Huang Song regained his composure. He gritted his teeth and stared at Song Zheng's back. He turned around and cupped his hands with the Cong brothers and sisters, then turned and walked out of the literary courtyard.

Cong Yushuang looked at Song Zheng and then at Huang Song, the look in her eyes was complicated and inexplicable.

…………

Marching in the academy, Lu Chun said with a smile, "Xiao Lang was so powerful in the martial arts competition. I didn't expect that he would be so outstanding in this academy. He is really admirable. I didn't expect that the Cong brothers and sisters would be so incompetent."

Bones man!”

Song Zheng smiled secretly, if you knew that Mr. Huang was the son of the prime minister of the dynasty, you would probably have no character at all.

After walking around the liberal arts college, Song Zheng confirmed his exam venue for tomorrow and returned to his residence. After arranging for Hu Qiang to go back and report the letter, he spent the night studying his books until dawn.