The Little King Next Door Chapter 26: Hello 1.26

Wang Shengli pretended to be a Xizi holding a heart, and he was silently sad, then sticking to the broken glass heart, he quickly pulled out a clean white paper from the bottom and covered the "criminal evidence". At the same time, don't forget to repeat the steps of stealing from the teacher - pressing the white paper with a paperweight.

After finishing the whole set, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Zheng Mian's situation with a guilty conscience.

Zheng Mian was raising a pen and pondering at this time, and his eyes were staring at the white paper spread on the table in front of him, while the eyes of Master Fang and Zhang matchmaker were also focused on the white paper. From Wang Shengli's point of view, he could faintly see that some words were already written on the white paper.

Wang Shengli rolled his eyes, silently moved over, stuck his head out from behind Zheng Mian, and suddenly said, "How's the writing?"

The voice was faint, like a ghost that suddenly appeared in the middle of the night. Zheng Mian, who was in deep thought, was frightened, and the brush in his hand fell to the center of the white paper. The ink was splattered by the descending force, smearing the original neat paper, and even the handwriting with Junxiu was blurred. Not only that, but he also accidentally knocked over the inkstone in surprise, and the inkstone just overturned on the poem manuscript that was about to be completed. A sizzling poem that's coming out of the oven is just ruined.

The change happened so suddenly that no one noticed when Wang Shengli moved. When everyone was stunned, Wang Shengli was the first to speak up, looking at Zheng Mian with concern, surprise and guilt intertwined on his face, as if he was also surprised by the result and blamed himself for it.

"Ah, I'm so sorry! I'm scaring you? Master Qu, are you okay?" Wang Shengli asked while slapping Zheng Mian's back vigorously, causing Zheng Mian to cough violently. Voice.

Hearing the coughing sound, Wang Shengli looked even more flustered. He retracted his hands at a loss and stood there with his hands and feet tied. He wanted to step forward to ask, but accidentally stepped on Zheng Mian's feet, and then a stack of The apology of the sound, the vivid interpretation of a simple young man who doesn't know how to deal with himself after getting into trouble.

Zheng Mian quickly backed away, stroked his chest, and there was a burst of pain on his feet, which made him want to hold his feet and mourn, but the reality did not allow him to do such an indecent act. Seeing that Wang Shengli seemed to be going forward, he subconsciously took a step back, looking at Wang Shengli vigilantly, so as to avoid another disaster.

Although Zheng Mian's family is poor, he has never done any rough work. When his parents were alive, he relied on his parents to work. When the four bodies are not diligent, the body and bones are naturally weaker than ordinary people. Although there is not much difference in appearance, Zheng Mian feels that his internal organs are about to be photographed, and his feet hurt badly.

Wang Shengli, who was about to hurt him with a thousand cuts, forced a warm smile on his face and waved his hand to indicate that he didn't care.

"It is inevitable that under the concern of the son, there will be some seriousness. There is no serious problem. The son is at ease."

After saying this, I immediately received Wang Shengli's moved gaze. Zheng Mian was stared at by that gaze, and felt that his back and feet began to hurt.

Master Fang watched all of this in silence, and then silently turned his eyes to the table where Wang Shengli had just written the poem.

He moves his feet, always feeling like he's peeping through something.

The matchmaker Zhang suddenly screamed. He frowned and felt a little irritable. He managed to suppress the complicated emotions. He turned around and asked, "What's the matter, matchmaker Zhang?"

The matchmaker Zhang pointed to the spent poem on Zheng Mian's table, "This, this, this..." She wailed, "How can this be!" She quickly took down the overturned inkstone, Pools of ink stains soaked on the white paper, looking very messy.

She realizes that the script is beyond saving.

The matchmaker Zhang looked at the poem, her heart ached like a knife, and her reaction was even more intense than Zheng Mian herself.

It's no wonder that her main task today is to let Zheng Mian Li replace Tao Zong and successfully gain the approval of Master Fang, so that she can successfully implement the following plan and make the real Qu Nan become Master Fang's quick son-in-law.

From her point of view, Zheng Mian is a decent-looking person and has a decent behavior. As long as he passes the talent test, he is very likely to enter the eyes of Master Fang and decide this marriage in one fell swoop.

But now, the poem he just wrote is ruined!

The matchmaker Zhang was anxious and annoyed, and she scolded the culprit who was standing aside with a guilty face.

She has a son who studies at home all the year round. He often hears how difficult it is to write poems, and is the most difficult thing to be disturbed. It is also a masterpiece. The pen is formed, and the black and white characters are like a flower on a branch. If it falls off the branch and is stained, it will be difficult to restore it to its original state. Even if it is written from scratch, it will not be as good as it used to be. Therefore, she never dared to touch her son's study at home. Whenever his son said he wanted to write a poem, she always held her breath at home, did not dare to breathe, and did not allow anyone else to make a sound to disturb her son.

In her opinion, her son's repeated failures are due to bad luck. As long as the time comes, her son will one day be a high-ranking official to bring her happiness!

Therefore, although she can barely understand a few words herself, she has a great reverence for things like dancing and writing, and she is in awe of ghosts and gods.

As soon as Zheng Mian started writing, she was accustomed to refraining from speaking or looking around. She thought that the poem was about to be completed, but an accident happened at this juncture, how could she be reconciled?

At this time, Master Fang also noticed that Zheng Mian had destroyed the poems he was about to complete. For some reason, he was relieved. His heart turned back and forth, but there was no trace on his face. He pretended to be concerned and asked, "This is really a pity, does Mr. Qu still remember what he just wrote? If he does, he can write it again as it is, it will comfort my heart. ." He let out a long sigh, "Oh, it's because my nephew was too frizzy and ruined a good piece of work. Please don't blame me!"

He opened his eyes and began to excuse Wang Shengli in a serious manner: "It must be because my nephew was so amazed by the poems of the young master that he lost his temper for a while. Young Master Qu, please write it again! It's also good for him to look at it. ."

Master Fang's remarks were even praised, making Zheng Mian unable to speak. He definitely couldn't do the original restoration. The commotion just now made him feel sore in his feet and chest. How could he still remember what he just wrote? Originally, he felt that there were two words that could be more perfect, and he was eager to show his talent, so he wondered whether there were better words to replace it, and never thought that there would be such a disaster.

He smiled wryly and said, "Inspiration is fleeting, and I've forgotten most of it now. Fortunately, it's too early to start another song!" He folded his fist slightly and lowered his head to cover his eyes. It was obscure, and said in a low voice: "It's just... I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you all to wait for a while."

Wang Shengli calmly glanced at the now dried-up poem. There were only a few words on it that could be read clearly. The little man in his heart was already rejoicing at the moment, but he picked up the The poems were smashed into a ball and thrown aside, and then said angrily, "It's all my fault! We won't do this shit!" He turned around and strode back to his desk, throwing his The two 'criminal evidences' were caught, and they were similarly formed into a ball, threw them on the ground, and stepped on them hard, "Since I ruined your poems, these two poems of mine are unnecessary! "

He pulled Zheng Mian with a straight face, then grabbed Master Fang's hand and said, "Uncle, let's not do this poem! Let's eat and drink!"

The corner of Mr. Fang's mouth twitched, and he had a clear idea of ​​the ghost in his heart. He was eager to get rid of this worry that he would lose his face, and said cheerfully: "In that case, Let's go eat first. Mr. Qu, for the sake of sincerity, I'll give you a few drinks later, you can't shirk it!"

Zheng Mian could not refuse. After hearing this, the matchmaker Zhang pondered, and she coaxed and asked Zheng Mian to eat first, and said: "It will be long in Japan, and it is the same to discuss it another day! Master Fang, do you think this is the case? ?"

Master Fang nodded and said: "That's right, what my cousin said before is also true. Poems should pay attention to an artistic conception, relying on love, happiness, and heart. Since there is an accident in the middle, I guess today is not a good time to write poetry. Another day, another day! Okay?”

Zheng Mian felt sullen in his heart, thinking that his luck was really bad today. Could it be that God didn't want me to make this happen?

He raised his head, surrounded by towers, pavilions and pavilions. The buildings were like lush green trees in the middle, and they were colorful, like a fairyland. On closer inspection, it was actually a luxurious style that did not belong to his cousin's home.

A sullen breath came up in his heart, and Zheng Mian only felt sore in his eyes. For a while, he didn't know what it was like, sour, spicy, salty, and bitter all came up.

He prides himself on being outstanding in his writing skills, and has spent ten years studying hard for ten years. What is he doing? Wouldn't it be possible to get ahead one day? But now he is trapped here, imprisoned, and has to obey his cousin's orders, being humiliated like a pig and a dog.

How can this pious woman surnamed Zhang, this businessman surnamed Fang, and this dandy surnamed Wang deserve to make him bow down to please? How could he not see that this old man surnamed Fang was acting as a demon with this evil man surnamed Wang?

Zheng Mian hated for a while, and was stunned as if he had fallen into a demon. He had all kinds of hatred, all kinds of resentment, all kinds of disdain and contempt in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it on his face.