Peerless Pirates

Song Zheng waved his hand and said: "I didn't do anything. I read all the time last night and then fell asleep." With this guy's performance level, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

Bei Leye lowered his voice: "Is that true?"

Song Zheng was noncommittal and asked instead: "What's going on outside?"

Bei Leye burst out laughing: "Yao Changqing and He Enze were going crazy. They led a group of people everywhere to look for those paintings. But those paintings were posted very high. Although they were clearly visible from below, it was not easy to look down.

Revealed. It took Yao Changqing and those people a long time to pull off one piece, and then tore it into pieces. This time, they were so angry. Tell me, even a civilized person like Yao Changqing turned pale with anger.

, jumping to his feet and yelling. He Enze was also trembling with anger, and kept hammering the wall with his hands, breaking his hands. The Wen Yuan was having a lot of fun this time, some people from outside had now entered the Wen Yuan,

He is pointing under the paintings. The students are not in the mood for spring outings anymore and are all gathering around the paintings to look at them."

"So, do all these people believe it?"

"You can say anything, some people believe it, and some people don't believe it. Anyway, there are a lot of discussions, and now the matter of Mr. Zhao and Yao Changqing has spread. The worst thing is He Enze, many people are looking at his butt!

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Song Zheng laughed heartily, and couldn't help feeling a little happy in his heart. You are poisonous, and I am even more poisonous. I don't want to care about your bad things, but you have come up with poisonous ideas to harm me many times, so I'm sorry.

How can I vent such bad words without ruining your reputation?

Then, Song Zheng asked Bei Leye what he had taken out of He Entao's mouth during this period. Bei Leye proudly took out a piece of paper and handed it to Song Zheng. Song Zheng took it and saw that it was Yao Changqing.

After taking office as the president of the Alumni Association, the scale of previous activities, including the number of people, general arrangements, estimated costs, etc., and the number of times that candidates from outside the hospital were invited to give lectures, each time usually cost two taels of silver, and were calculated from this.

Expenses incurred by the Alumni Association.

For all the above, Bei Leye estimated the general expenses. In the past four years, he spent a total of more than a thousand taels of silver. In other words, there are still nearly a thousand taels left in Yao Changqing's hands. Of course, this does not count.

The Academy of Arts subsidized the expenses of the Alumni Association. According to information obtained by Bei Leye, the Academy of Arts has given the Alumni Association five to six hundred taels of silver over the past four years. This money also went into Yao Changqing's pocket.

Bei Leye is indeed a "professional talent" and can make a "report" clear and understandable.

Song Zheng patted Bei Leye on the shoulder and said: "Xiao Bei, you have made a great contribution this time. With you, I am sure that Yao Changqing will never be able to stand up again!" Bei Leye knew that he had made a great contribution, and he was not happy either.

Self-prosperity.

Song Zheng, Bei Leye, and Ming'er ate a few snacks for breakfast and then left Song's house. There were many people in the liberal arts college. Song Zheng asked Bei Leye to go on a spring outing and wait for a while.

Watch the fun.

Ming'er followed Song Zheng and came to the small lake in the courtyard. On the edge of the small lake, a five-foot-high platform was set up, seven feet long and more than two feet wide. There were about ten long tables on the platform, each table

There were several pieces of rice paper placed on it. This stage was called the "Poetry Stage". As the name suggests, it was used by literati from all walks of life to compose poems after their spring outings. At this time, there were dozens of people standing around the stage, but they did not enjoy the scenery.

, but were lowering their heads and discussing.

A scholar in his twenties asked a liberal arts student next to him: "Cousin, I heard that a rare thing happened here?"

The student looked around and whispered: "Isn't that right? A painting appeared in the courtyard today, which means that Yao Changqing, the president of the Alumni Association, is actually the illegitimate son of Mr. Zhao. It also said that Yao Changqing and Vice President He Enze

Fuck your ass.”

"true or false?"

"It may be true. Yao Daguo and Mr. Zhao look a bit alike. I didn't notice it at first, but now I see that they really look like me! That He Enze also looks fair and clean, and he and Yao Changqing are inseparable every day.

Maybe she really is a 'girl-like girl'."

"Hey, I've been away from the liberal arts college for more than five years. I didn't expect such a 'talent' to appear among my fellow students. I need to get to know him well."

"Cousin, that's Yao Changqing, coming this way, and the one behind is He Enze, take a look!"

Song Zheng's ears were very good. Although the two people's voices were low, Song Zheng could hear them clearly. He was busy observing the condition of the table, and turned his head and said to Ming'er: "The weather is really good today, it's a good weather for spring outings."

Ah, I’ll go up and write one later too!”

Ming'er also chuckled: "Can you compose poetry? I haven't seen you do it in the past few years, but I often see you reading."

Song Zheng smiled and said: "Why haven't I done this before? Haven't you heard, 'The green grass in Maling will not be beautiful at all by the Mid-Autumn Festival.' Hehe, do you remember it?"

Ming'er's face turned red, remembering the time when the two of them were collecting herbs in the Xishan Mountain of Songjiazhuang. It was precisely because of that gathering that Ming'er felt anxious. Song Zheng accidentally saw her and discovered that she was disguising herself as a man.

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While the two were chatting and laughing, Yao Changqing came to the stage. Song Zheng hurriedly asked in shock: "Brother Yao, what's wrong with you? You look so bad? It's not easy to organize such a poetry contest. Look, you're exhausted.

! Oh, Brother He, you too, why are your faces turning blue? You two should pay attention to your health!"

In fact, Yao Changqing and He Enze spent a lot of effort to find a ladder. Several people carried the ladder around the liberal arts college several times before finally pulling down a dozen paintings. But Yao Changqing and others

People were so tired that they couldn't tell. Song Zheng sneered in his heart, if I could get those little street advertisements from later generations, they would be so sticky that you wouldn't be able to finish them all in a day.

Yao Changqing was so upset at this time that he just bowed his hands in response to Song Zheng's questions and started to get people busy preparing brushes and inkstones. Song Zheng was like a leader, looking here and there, and making comments from time to time.

The comment, "pointing the country and inspiring words" is very cool.

After Yao Changqing made the arrangements here, he began to invite the students to go outside the liberal arts college. For spring outings, it was natural to go for an outing in the wilderness. Song Zheng followed everyone out and went north along Wenwu Street to the Weishui River.

There are six small boats on the bank of Weishui River, which can carry people across the river.

It is the season when the grass grows and the orioles fly, and there is a fresh breath in the fields. New tender green grass grows, covering the original withered yellow, showing vigorous and upward vitality. Looking at it, the earth is like a girl in her cardamom years, wearing a

Green new clothes are fluttering towards people. The undulating hills show graceful figures spreading under their feet. The willow trees by the Weishui River have sprouted new buds. The curling willow branches are gently blown by the breeze.

The ground is swaying. It is exactly the artistic conception of "Willow Yiyi" in the ancient poem.

Since ancient times, there have been countless Wing Chun poems. Song Zheng was naturally full of poetry, and he immediately recited a poem from "The Book of Songs? Xiaoya", "The spring is late, the flowers and trees are luxuriant. The warehouses are singing,

"Cai Fan Qi Qi."

Even Ming'er, who spoke little, was intoxicated by the spring scenery. He came out with He Zhizhang's eternally famous poem "Ode to the Willow", "Jasper made up a tree as high as a tree, with thousands of green silk ribbons hanging down; I don't know who cut out the thin leaves,

The spring breeze in February is like scissors."

The two of them played around for half an hour, then started to turn around, and soon returned to the Academy of Literature. After Song Zheng returned home, he hid the Ji Kuo under his waist and covered it with a long gown. The Ji Kuo was not big, and there was nothing visible from the outside.

Song Zheng looked at himself with satisfaction, then left the house with Ming'er, pretending to visit the scenery of the liberal arts college, and walked slowly towards Yao Changqing's secret courtyard.

At this time, the number of people in the liberal arts college gradually increased. Since these people were attracted by what happened this morning, not many people paid attention to Song Zheng, the famous "Song Xiaolang" in Mizhou. Song Zheng specially picked up some more remote places.

Walking along the way, we soon arrived at the door of the small courtyard.

Even in the daytime, this small courtyard is still very hidden. It is located in the corner of the literary courtyard. In front of the small gate connected to the literary courtyard, there is a row of houses, and several willow trees cover it, making it difficult for ordinary people to notice.

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Song Zheng put his ear to the door and listened, but there was no movement in the courtyard. Thinking about it, he felt a little funny. At this time, Yao Changqing and others were on the bank of Weishui River, busy helping to direct people to cross the river. Who would have thought that he would raid his home?

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Song Zheng asked Ming'er to hide behind a big tree, and then shot out the machine gun and entered the courtyard. There was no one in the courtyard, which was a convenient time to do things. (Please give me flowers and collect them)