A glimpse of a shocking glimpse, the dragon saw its head but not its tail.

The stunning pretty face that Shi Miaomiao showed when she lifted the curtain was beautiful, but she couldn't see it clearly, leaving behind a wireless imagination. Who knew that it further highlighted Liang Sheng's tallness.

"The beauty bows her back for a talented man, and then Mr. Liang Sheng is really a role model for us!"

Wang Song also became more and more respectful to him, and Liang Sheng was always there when he spoke.

After a while of rest, the three of them set off together, walked another mile of mountain road, and arrived at the destination. Outside a villa built along the mountain.

"Ruizhuang!"

The villa is named after Rui and is built on the mountain. The environment is quiet, the gate is very old and the years are mottled, but it also has a wonderful precipitation.

"Although this is the first time I have been here in Ruizhuang, I have been looking forward to it for a long time." Wu Zhengchun sighed a little emotion while stopping in front of Ruizhuang.

"The Huangshan Poetry Festival has been held for hundreds of years. The organizers of all generations are from the Wu family, the owner of Ruizhuang. Over the past few hundred years, the Wu family has also had a great influence. Countless Jinshi and Juren have emerged in the sect, and have become giants." Wang Song nodded and said.

After a while chatting, Wang Song sent his slave to come forward and knock on the door.

"Are the three young men here to attend the poetry meeting?" Soon the back door was opened, and a Haonu poked his head out of the door, looked up and down at the three of them for a while, and said with a smile.

“That’s right.”

Chen Guhong, Wang Song and Wu Zhengchun said with a smile.

"please!"

Haonu bent over and opened the door and welcomed the three of them in. The outside of Rui Village looked quiet, but the inside was elegant, with scattered buildings, pine trees, rockery, small bridges and flowing water, like a house of Wenxian.

Not long after, Haonu led the three of them to the guest room. When he arrived at the door, Haonu bent down to the three of them and apologized: "The three young men, because of their specialty this year, there are more than 1,000 people participating in the poetry meeting. There are only 300 guest rooms, so the three young men were wronged and they wanted to live with another young men."

"Live together?"

Wang Song suddenly showed a bitter look. His family was generous and comfortable. Although he lived with his beautiful maids and concubines, how could he live with a man?

Forget it, my friend Gu Hong, don’t have body odor if you don’t know someone.

Wu Zhengchun also frowned slightly.

"The poetry meeting will only last a few days later. I will endure it." Chen Guhong comforted the two and said to the Haonu, "I'm working hard."

Then the door was opened and the three of them walked in.

There was already a person sitting in the guest room. He was a young man in his twenties. He was slightly tall and thin. His clothes were washed even whiter than Chen Guhong's. His face was a little pale and seemed to be malnourished.

Seeing Chen Guhong and the other two coming in, the man raised his head, looked a little restrained, and bowed, "I am the original county student, Zheng Chong. I wonder how many of them are?"

"This person looks a little afraid of life." Chen Guhong said in his heart, but Chen Guhong didn't feel annoyed either. So he came forward to meet the two of them.

After Zheng Chong learned Wu Zhengchun's name, he became even more restrained, and even his back was slightly bent, which made him feel very inferior. Then, Chen Guhong and the other two also learned about Zheng Chong's life.

This person is a typical poor man. He studied since childhood and was in a poor family. Although he passed the exam for scholars and had some social status and future, he often worked hard to get enough.

Anyway, the family is not very good.

However, Chen Guhong and the other two were not arrogant people, and they were also kind to him. Gradually, Zheng Chong became confident and the conversation became more natural.

Everyone is a scholar, and communication is not a problem, so they get closer to each other. Now there are a few days left before the Huangshan Poetry Festival, so the four of them sit down leisurely, either reading and playing the flute, playing the piano and painting, or playing chess, which is so cool.

In short, the relationship between the four people quickly heated up, and in the end, Wang Song suggested that the four people were called the four friends of the cold.

However, there was one thing that surprised Chen Guhong and the other two. Zheng Chong was definitely not an ordinary poor scholar, he was a master of painting.

Tomorrow is the Huangshan Poetry Festival. Wang Song endured it for a long time and finally couldn't help but want to see Liang Sheng.

"Can you all go together?" Before leaving, Wang Song asked the three friends.

"Then Liang Sheng is indeed worth seeing, but it is not necessary to see him specially. Anyway, tomorrow is a poetry gathering, you can always see him, so you can go there." Chen Guhong shook his head and said.

"I met him frequently." Wu Zhengchun said with a smile.

"Not interested." Zheng Chong said simply.

"You three." Wang Song was very bored, but he couldn't help it, so he bid farewell to his three friends and left the room to find Liang Sheng.

Wang Song left, but the three of them didn't find it boring. Scholars can entertain themselves by playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, let alone someone else plays together. Zheng Chong spread a piece of white paper on the table, then began to grind ink, and focused on preparing to paint.

Wu Zhengchun bowed to Chen Guhong and said, "Brother Chen can enjoy a game of chess?"

"It's been so many days. My brother and I have played thirty games with him, and have never won. Isn't give up?" Chen Guhong said helplessly. But it turned out that Wu Zhengchun was quite addicted to playing chess and had played with three people respectively.

As a result, Wang Song and Zheng Chong were all stinky, and he killed them. Just when Wu Zhengchun was full of confidence playing chess with Chen Guhong, he was killed in a state of stamina.

Chen Guhong's brain produces souls, mysterious and intelligent. His writing is perfect, and his computing ability is even more extraordinary. Go focuses on strategy and calculation. Chen Guhong dares not praise the invincible world, but he dares to boast that he is a top expert among mortals. He thought that Wu Zhengchun would retreat when he saw the difficulties, but this friend became more and more courageous in the battle.

I have lost thirty games so far, but I still complain about this game.

"The more you fight, the more brave you are, you are a real hero." Wu Zhengchun looked bold, then pulled Chen Guhong's hand, came to the front plate and sat down, and shamelessly picked up the blackzi and said, "Brother Chen, you are one step ahead of the chess. Please let me have three sons." After that, he held the blackzi and swiped the three sons.

He also looked at Chen Guhong with a bright look, hoping that he would make a move.

"You are so handsome, you are so thick-skinned." Chen Guhong was so amused that he gave birth to a son. This guy looked gentle and kind at first, but when he got to know him, he found that he was very thick-skinned.

"You must have a master's style. Brother Chen, your chess skills are definitely the best in the world. I should let you go." Wu Zhengchun said without any shame.

Then start again.

Chen Guhong made a quick move without thinking. Wu Zhengchun could still keep up with Chen Guhong's speed at the beginning, but the more he stepped, the more difficult he was. In the end, he had to pause and think about a cup of tea.

"It's all incense. Brother, aren't you asleep?" Chen Guhong shook his head and said.

"Absent." Wu Zhengchun slapped his thigh and simply threw himself into the position and gave in.

"You lost long before ten moves." Chen Guhong fell relaxed and smiled.

"How can you admit defeat if you can still survive?" Wu Zhengchun said seriously.

"Okay." Chen Guhong shrugged, not planning to play chess with this chess fool. He shook his clothes and was about to get up. But Wu Zhengchun pulled him and said in tears: "Brother Chen, let's play another game."

"But you can't beat me." Chen Guhong said helplessly.

"One more plate, one plate."

Seeing that this virtuous brother was so pitiful, Chen Guhong accompanied him again.

"Another plate."

"Another plate."

But after one plate after another, it soon took ten plates. Until Wu Zhengchun's eyes were bloodshot and his hair was caught messing with him. He was so noble that he almost became a homeless man with disheveled hair.

Only then did Chen Guhong get out.

"We can't play chess with him anymore from now on." Chen Guhong wiped the sweat from his forehead and said. When he was free, Chen Guhong came to Zheng Chong to watch him paint.
Chapter completed!