Peerless Pirates

"My Lord, Song Zheng, kowtow to Duke Rong (the belt is getting wider and I will never regret reading the full text)! I have met Mr. Buzhou!" Song Zheng kowtowed to the end and saluted the two old men in front of him.

Song Zheng did not expect that when he came to Rongguo Duke's mansion, he would meet Wei Buzhou, a great scholar of the time.

"No gift for the number one scholar!" Pang Tong, the leader of Eguan Bo, laughed, reached out to lift Song Zheng, turned around and said with a smile, "Wei Gong, you once said that you met a strange man in Liyang City. He was young and wise, and he was sensible.

Tongtianxia. I asked you that day, but you still didn’t tell me. What can I say when I see the Number One Scholar today?"

Wei Buzhou smiled and said, "How can you, a noble prince, be as knowledgeable as the next rotten scholar?"

When Song Zheng saw Wei Buzhou talking casually, he knew that he had a very good relationship with Pang Tong, but he didn't know why the two of them were talking about him. However, Pang Tong today was different from the first time they met in the martial arts academy, with a chubby face full of expressions.

The smile is so kind and makes people feel like they are bathed in the spring breeze.

Pang Tong shook his head and smiled, "When you say that, it's my fault, isn't it?"

"How dare you!" Wei Buzhou saluted. Pang Tong had no choice but to lead Song Zheng to his seat. Song Zheng was naturally frightened, so he took off two scrolls from behind and handed them over, "Master Guo Gong.

, my father heard that I came to visit, so he wrote

A piece of calligraphy is entrusted to me as a tribute to the Duke of the State (read the full text of Bing Yuyan's Qingzhi). The boy is not talented, but he also wrote a picture to show his ugliness. I hope that the Lord of the State will correct me?" Taking Song Jue's calligraphy as a stepping stone, Song

Zheng has been trying hard for a long time. Who makes him famous now?

"Oh? Mr. Nishiyama's writing, please open it quickly."

Wei Buzhou stepped forward, and Song Zheng first opened the calligraphy of Song Jue. There was an ancient saying on it: "When you are old and strong, you would rather move your heart with a gray head; when you are poor and strong, you will not fall into the clouds."

"Mr. Xishan is so complimentary. How can I be old and strong? I am clearly not dead even with old age." Pang Tong savored the calligraphy and said with a smile, "Mr. Wei, please take a look, what do you think of Mr. Xishan's calligraphy?"

"The brushwork is thin and hard, and the writing is rigorous and measured. Just by this word, you can tell that he is an upright person. Those rumors outside are self-defeating." Although Wei Buzhou and Song Jue were not academically compatible, he knew that Song Jue was an upright person.

He has never failed in his conduct. In the past two years, the Confucian masters who were summoned to Jiangning City by Huang Yuandu all took advantage of the opportunity to buy

He bought a house and made friends with powerful people. Only Song Jue was always willing to stay in a corner. Even with Huang Yuandu, who had the kindness to meet him, his contacts were not close. In addition, Song Jue taught students in the liberal arts college, and he also performed his duties diligently and had an excellent reputation.

This caused some rumors from the outside world to slander Song Jue's reputation and gradually died down.

"If my father hears what Mr. Wang said, he will definitely feel happy!"

"I'm just discussing the matter. If I meet your father, I will definitely have a debate. I'm afraid I won't be able to talk about the word comfort!" Wei Buyi stroked his beard with his hand, as if sighing.

Song Zheng knew that he was a man of temperament, so he didn't think it was strange. He turned around and said, "My lord, I also wrote a painting for you. Please help me correct it."

"I've heard for a long time that the Number One Scholar is versatile in both civil and military affairs. Come on, let me see how the Number One Scholar's writing skills are?"

As soon as Song Zheng unfolded, Wei Buzhou glanced at it quickly and then read loudly, "Seventy-one years of life are fleeting, and the drums and horns are majestic like a dreamer. The rare double celebration in ancient times is still worth half, and the ten thousand rays are in full bloom." Just now.

As soon as he finished reciting, Wei Buzhou applauded, "What a wonderful time when the rays are shining brightly! The Duke of the country is an old man with great ambitions. Xiaolang's words have a profound meaning (the eldest brother who had a caesarean section)!"

Pang Tong glanced at Wei Buzhou, then smiled and said, "Zhuangyuanlang's poem seems to cheer up. But I am getting old, and even if I am in good health, it is just a 'ray of light'. Now I just want to be a person in the world."

The Tian family members in the dynasty are far away with their drums and horns, and they can’t even dream!"

Wei Buzhou was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "'The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk.' We old people are not like Xiao Lang, who is in his prime, and we envy him!"

Song Zheng saw this scene in his eyes and immediately responded, "Both the Duke of Guo and Mr. Buzhou are the great heroes of the country. I offer this poem in the hope that these two elegant and virtuous people can celebrate the occasion of both ancient times. That will be the blessing of the Qi Dynasty."

Pang Tong laughed and said, "Seventy years of life are rare. If we celebrate both ages, wouldn't we be one hundred and forty years old? Then Wei Gong and I will really become old monsters!"

"You dare not!" Song Zheng pretended to apologize.

Wei Buzhou patted Song Zheng on the shoulder, "Xiao Lang is a free and easy person, but he is still a little reserved. Don't be like this, the Duke of the country has always supported talents. Your poem is so comforting! You are

Young people, if they are determined to innovate and act extraordinary, they will definitely have a bright future!"

Although Song Zheng was a little excited to receive such praise from Wei Buzhou, he secretly muttered that Wei Buzhou's words seemed to have some meaning. He couldn't help but look up at Wei Buzhou. Wei Buzhou pointed at the words.

Passage, "My lord, please see, how is the word Xiaolang written?"

"Beautiful and round, round on the outside and strong on the inside, poetic and ancient, with hints of muscles and bones. It's really good!" Pang Tong stretched out his neck, looked carefully at Song Zheng's brushwork, and praised him again and again. Song Zheng's handwriting had been severely criticized by Song Jue since he was a child.

training, penmanship

It turned out that he was also thin and tough. But in his previous life, he was very fond of Zhao Mengwan's beech, so he combined it with Zhao Mengwan's patience and fluency with his ancient and clumsy style.

"Wei Gong, you just judged people by their characters, but I don't know what you think of Zhuangyuan Lang's characters."

Wei Buzhou raised his eyebrows, "Based on the Song Xiaolang I know, I originally thought that his book must be unique, but I didn't expect that the style of the book contains the old energy, which is really unexpected (the latest chapter of Happy Farm)!"

Song Zheng trembled in his heart. Wei Buzhou was indeed a master of calligraphy and had profound skills in calligraphy. He could actually see the contradictions in this font.

Wei Buzhou glanced at Song Zheng, "But the Duke was right just now. It is round on the outside and square on the inside, implying the muscles and bones. Xiaolang, if you spend more time on this calligraphy and make it thicker, you might not be able to become Su

, everyone like Huang.”

"Isn't Mr. Wei a prime minister? Just now you were praising the number one scholar in his prime. If this word were thicker, wouldn't it mean that he would become an old man like you and me?"

Wei Buzhou couldn't help but put his hands on his hands and laughed, and Song Zheng also showed a smile. These two old guys were really funny, and they enjoyed joking with each other.

After appreciating the calligraphy, Pang Tong asked someone to put away the calligraphy written by the Song family and his son before sitting down. A maid had already offered tea, and a scent of tea immediately filled the hall.

At this time, a figure poked his head around and appeared at the entrance of the hall.

"Why are you sticking your head there? Why don't you come in quickly and pay your respects to Duke Wei and the Number One Scholar!" Pang Tong straightened his face and shouted towards the door.

Pang Ting shrank his neck, walked in politely, and saluted Wei Buzhou and Song Zheng respectively. Wei Buzhou just nodded lightly, but Song Zheng stood up and said, "I have met the young master!"

"Hmph, if it hadn't been for the number one scholar yesterday, you would have caused trouble. You should really thank the number one scholar!"

Pang Ting lowered his head and did not dare to say anything. He just saluted Song Zheng repeatedly. Song Zheng refused to return the salute and felt uneasy at the same time. Naturally, he gave his grandson three thousand taels of silver. Although it was not in his pocket, it was because of his own money after all.

Idea. Three thousand taels of silver is not a small amount. I wonder if the Rongguo Guild will blame me.

"Okay, don't be polite, both of you. Ting'er, you have done a lot of ridiculous things before, and you should learn from them in the future. (The latest chapter of the biography of Jianghu Heroes). It's rare for you to do something good this time, so I won't blame you.

You have to take the relief work seriously. Even if you borrow someone else's name, you can't slack off. And your friends, if you can get them to do good deeds with you, it will be a great achievement!"

"My grandson, please respect your teachings." Pang Ting looked happy. I don't know who told his grandfather what happened yesterday. Pang Tong, who had always ignored him, actually called him over and gave him a scolding. When he told him,

Pang Tongcai's face brightened slightly when Song Zheng taught him how to save him. Today, Pang Neng clearly told him to do things well and said he would not blame him again. Pang Ting couldn't help but beam with joy.

Pang Tong looked at him and snorted again, "You go downstairs and wait. I'll finish talking to the Number One Scholar later, and you can ask me for advice!"

Pang Ting obeyed and retreated.

Pang Tong sighed and said, "I made the Number One Scholar laugh. My eldest son died young, and my old wife was too doting on him, which made him arrogant. It was also me who neglected to discipline him and allowed him to behave wildly. I'm really ashamed!"

Pang Tong had five wives and concubines, and his descendants were prosperous, giving birth to five sons and three daughters. His eldest son Pang Tong died of illness in the army in his early years, leaving behind a Pang Ting. For this reason, Rong Guogong and his old wife loved Pang Ting very much.

Hu Rongguo had many things to worry about and could not take care of him at ordinary times. As a result, Pang Ting became more and more domineering. After Huang Yue gradually "retired", he "resolutely" became the dandy leader in Jiangning City.

Song Zheng was coming to Rongguo Duke's Mansion, so how could he not inquire clearly? Last night, Li Hongniang talked with him all night, and told Song Zheng in detail the news she had obtained since she was in charge of the Jiangning Imperial City Department in the past year. Song Zheng

Zhengpang had made up a good lesson. With his amazing memory and analytical skills, he had basically grasped the power structure of Daqi's top leaders and the intricate relationships between them.

"My lord, if you really love my little prince, it would be better not to keep him by your side, but to send him directly to the border army. Then write a letter to a general you are familiar with and ask him to discipline him strictly. If this continues,

The young master's future is worrying." Wei Buzhou was naturally aware of Pang Ting's reputation, and had hinted at Pang Tong several times. However, Pang Tong was doubtful, and he loved this man whom he had lost since childhood.

The grandson of his father, he has an old wife and protects him a lot, so he has never made up his mind. Now, Wei Buzhou took today's opportunity to make it clear (the latest chapter of the Legend of Zizhu). Pang Ting is not a scholar.

Facts have proved that Pang Tong also expressed that he wanted Wei Buzhou to take him into his disciples, but Wei Buzhou, who was very strict in accepting disciples, declined. For this reason, the two old friends even had a disagreement.

"Forget it, after he finishes this matter, I will send him out no matter what."

Song Zheng's heart moved and he said, "My lord. In fact, my young prince doesn't have to join the border army to join the army. He can also join the city guard army. You just need to find a suitable person to accompany your young prince."

.In this case, it will be convenient for the young master to travel to and from the house, so that the master and the old lady will not miss him." The "accompanying" that Song Zheng said was a polite word, but in fact it was to find someone who could discipline Pang Ting.

"City Guards?" Pang Tong raised his eyes and looked at Song Zheng, then turned his attention to Wei Buzhou.

Wei Buzhou nodded and said, "Young master, this is a very good idea. If the young master goes to the city guard, he will be subject to military discipline and will not be far away from Jiangning City. It's just that such a suitable person is hard to find."

Pang Tong lightly twirled his beard and said, "Whether it's the city guard or the capital guard. Although I know a few people, I can't use them. I wonder if Xiaolang has any ideas?"

Song Zheng thought for a moment and said, "I have a candidate, I wonder if the Duke of the country likes him or not."

"Tell me and listen."

"Yang Dong, this year's martial arts scholar, is upright and has extraordinary martial arts skills. If my young master can be accompanied by him, he will definitely become a great weapon."

Wei Buzhou didn't know Yang Dong, but Pang Tong raised the corners of his eyes and gave Song Zheng a meaningful look, "I've heard of Yang Dong, he's very good. In fact, the number one scholar is the best candidate, but the imperial army

It’s not very convenient there. But what I’m curious about is why the No. 1 Scholar didn’t propose Han Kui?”

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