Zi Lan saw Wei Wenzhuo raise his fist to hit her, but instead of retreating, he glared at him, and the atmosphere was tense.

Cui Hao rushed over when Wei Wenzhuo pinched his fists and pointed at him, "Wei Wenzhuo, if you seek death, I will help you. If you dare to touch Lan'er, I have ten thousand ways to make you die."

"Hey! Get rid of your anger. Why is this game more exciting than a fire? Let's play some of it."

Mr. Li also quickly stood up and grabbed Wei Wenzhuo, and kept persuading him.

Zi Lan got angry and waved her sleeves, "Isn't it a competition? Please, Mr. Wei, please, if I lose, I kowtow to apologize to you? Just stand and apologize to me if you lose. My tutor makes me unable to insult others at will, and I will not always use humiliation of family traditions."

"Okay, I will compete with you. I don't believe it anymore. My grand Tanhualang is not as good as you, a little girl. You want to compare yourself, don't say I'm forcing you."

Wei Wenzhuo was the best time to be full of energy. How could he tolerate Zilan so provoking? He was ashamed of refuting his face and refuting him, so he naturally agreed.

"Everyone is here to testify. No one can leave, no one can lie, just make a statement."

Everyone was quite embarrassed, and it was also seen that Wei Wenzhuo had completely annoyed the county lord. They were angry and smiled embarrassedly.

Wei Wenzhuo snorted coldly and shook away the clamping of the young master of the Li family, walked towards the desk, and began to lift his pen to write poems.

After all, it is not a big deal for Tanhualang to write a poem, it is a course they must learn.

Everyone knew that his poems were still planned, not made on a temporary basis, but also very artistic.

Zilan also listened carefully, but it was not very good. He lacked some artistic conception and grandeur. He had also heard his father and others write poems, which were much better than his.

Unfortunately, Song Zhengtian’s poems are never made public and cannot be written on paper. They are burned after reading them, because this thing is easy to cause trouble.

Zi Lan swept them around, curled the corners of her lips and smiled contemptuously, walked to the desk, picked up the pen, and started writing.

"This calligraphy is really good. The artistic conception is harmonious and grand. The pen tip is vigorous and powerful, and it is not inferior to that of a man. It is a good calligraphy."

The young master of the Li family praised her when he saw her writing two words.

The calligraphy of scholars is very important. Seeing the characters is like seeing people. This is the conclusion in this era. The scientific examination is first of all, marking papers, and if the words are not good, they will be eliminated.

Zilan has been practicing calligraphy for many years and has never been lazy in space. She has spent many times more time practicing calligraphy than anyone else, so this character is naturally extremely outstanding.

"The country is broken and the mountains and rivers are there, and the city is spring and the grass and trees are deep."

The Qian family sister sang her first poem.

Everyone nodded with satisfaction, thinking about the charm of the poem.

"When you feel the flowers shed tears, you will be shocked by the birds who hate each other."

"The war is going on for three months, and the letter from home is worth ten thousand gold."

"The white hair scratches even shorter, and I can't stand the hairpin."

"What a poem, full of artistic conception and touching."

"Yes, the key is that the artistic conception is grand and magnificent. First, I miss my family and myself, my patriotic feelings of worrying about the country and the people, and the county lord is generous, so I feel ashamed of myself."

After reading it, Zhang Yi and Qian Ziqiu saluted her one after another.

Zilan solemnly returned the gift, "It's just a little bit of my feelings. I remembered that my uncle and cousin went to the battlefield in those days, and we were worried day and night.

Every time I visit my grandfather's house, I always see my aunt at a glance. She likes to sit in the corridor to make shoes, because she can see the visiting people at a glance. If she has letters from home, she can know it as soon as possible.

I think my aunt is the most difficult person. Her husband and eldest son have gone to the battlefield. I am not sure whether the letter or obituary he received. This kind of torture is also a torture for her.

I think my eldest aunt is like this. Are the families of other soldiers waiting hard like my eldest aunt? In the end, they received an obituary. How desperate should it be that kind of heartbreak and collapse?"

She explained the origin of this poem and forced herself to borrow the poem by the poet Du Fu and hit these arrogant talents hard.

I apologize silently in my heart, Poet Saint, I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to teach the villain a lesson. Don’t blame me, I am your loyal fan, and I have always admired you very much. I’m sorry.

Cui Hao didn't expect that his wife could write such a good poem. She was far inferior to her. He knew that she was very talented, but he didn't expect that the poems were so grand, broad-minded, clanging, and generous, which was a very good poem.

"I didn't expect that my sister would be so low-key and cautious on weekdays. I heard that my sister spent almost all the money from the Song family in order to make the soldiers in the northwest able to eat and wear and wear, and even paid for her own dowry money, right?"

The sister of the Zhang family was very impressed and moved after reading the poem.

Cui Hao nodded, "It is true. It is also because of this incident that the emperor appointed Lan'er as the county lord. Because a large part of the rice and grain sent by the court was transported directly from the fish and rice town of Jiangnan. I never thought that the Geng family had been in Jiangnan for a long time, and the military rations had rotten rice.

Fortunately, the Yang family of the Song family, the Qi family and my Cui family have been insisting on transporting military rations, so there has been no unpredictable disasters. The Geng family was also investigated for this incident."

"So that's it, my sisters are ashamed of themselves."

The sister of the Zhang family, the sister of the Qian family and the girl of the Li family looked at each other, bowed together and responded in unison, admiring and respecting her character.

Zi Lan sighed, "I just don't want my uncle and cousin to die in the battlefield, but there are still many soldiers' corpses buried in the northwest."

He turned his head to look at Master Wei, with a gentle and serious attitude, "Mr. Wei, you and I don't think of each other. You don't think of me as a lover of business and think I'm vulgar, but I am open and honest and worthy of my conscience, the teachings given to me by the Song family, and the title of the county lord by the emperor. I am worthy of my heart."

"I, I... your poems are really good."

Wei Wenzhuo struggled for a long time and said this sentence, his face flushed and embarrassed, and he wished he could have a hole in the ground to drill in.

"You don't need to apologize, I don't need it. I know what I did right, and I know how to go on my way. I don't have gold, silver and jewelry. I don't need everyone to like it. Even gold, silver and some people dislike vulgarity and silly."

He turned around and spoke to Cui Hao, "Didn't he say he wanted to take me to the market? I also want to go and see juggling. If I missed today, my mother wouldn't let me go out. Brother Hao, please take me to go around."

"Okay, wait for me."

Cui Hao came back to his senses, walked to the desk, put the poems she wrote into her sleeves, and then turned to look at everyone, "Everyone, the female family's personal writing is not easy to leak, please forgive me. Let's say goodbye first. My fiancée rarely goes out, so I will take her to take a walk."

"Okay, Brother Cui, please ask first. I'll bother you today. Please forgive me."

Qian Zhangli, the three young men, were very respectful and polite, and they treated Zi Lan more and more.

Zi Lan returned the gift again and invited the three sisters with a smile, "If the three sisters don't dislike me, you can write me a letter or have fun with me. I have always lived in the farm and stayed idle with my grandfather, so I will say goodbye first."

The three sisters also said goodbye to her one after another.
Chapter completed!