Liang Feng saw Biyun walking and smiled and said, "Miss Biyun, can you really get on the horse this time, right? Haha."

Biyun hurriedly gave a blessing: "Thank you, young master, for speaking up for justice. Zhang Dalang has already changed his past." After saying that, he gave Zhang Hui a glance.

Zhang Hui smiled and said, "A gentleman is doing good deeds like a stream. Brother Liang's statement is reasonable. I should correct it. Thinking back on this matter, I feel ashamed. The Master said that you should not do to others what you do not want others to do to you. If you think that if you are too full, you will be able to kill someone."

Liang Feng said: "Brother Shili is a person with a temperament, and is not comparable to that kind of perverted person. I admire him very much." After saying that, he sang to Deng Sheng and Zhou brothers one by one.

After the ceremony, everyone was invited into the room, but the room was small and they could not sit down. Uncle Yong stepped forward and said, "Master, I have agreed with the shopkeeper to book his largest guest room today. The old servant will lead the way. The young master can invite the guests."

Liang Feng then relieved his embarrassment a little, Zhan Yan said, "I am not careful and neglected the distinguished guests. Please ask me." He turned around and said to Uncle Yong: "Uncle Yong, thank you."

Uncle Yong smiled and thanked him quickly, thinking to himself: "Young master is so polite. Those two sticks are really good."

Liang Feng and everyone came to the room and saw that the room was actually a suite, the outer room was a main hall, with a complete table and couch, and a bright and spacious opening. Liang Feng thought to himself that he could consider changing this room.

Everyone sat down, and Uncle Yong took the tea that he had just drunk with Qian Xiaoyi. Liang Feng served the tea and said with a smile: "It's really rude to live in a simple and neglected way. It's rare that you are here to come and Liang Feng is very sensitive. Nothing to say hello, so please try my homemade green tea, please, please."

Everyone smiled and served the tea and tasted it. They only took Zhou Tong's mouth to hurry. They took a big mouthful, regardless of whether it was hot or not, and frowned and said, "It's a bit bitter. Brother Liang Feng, I can't get used to this."

Liang Feng laughed: "Brother Zhou, don't worry, this green tea should be tasted slowly. If you calm down, you will realize that the bitterness will bring you sweetness and the fragrance will be extremely fragrant."

Everyone was a little perfunctory at first, but they didn't really taste it. After hearing what he said, they quickly savored it and felt that it was fragrant and sweet in their mouths. It was not as thick as tea soup.

"I have tasted this good homemade tea for Brother Liang for the first time, and it's really different. I wonder if I can teach me?" Deng Sheng tasted the fragrance of tea, which was very fond of.

Liang Fengzheng wanted to promote it quickly, and agreed not to repeat it. He quickly explained the method of making tea and making tea in detail. Finally, he explained that he was still exploring and practicing, and there was room for improvement in the tea making process, which was much stronger than this. Zhang Hui, Deng Sheng, Zhou Da and others were all enjoying the conference. Yunmei and Biyun sisters have also experienced luxury for a long time. Although they only drank two sips, they could already appreciate the wonders. After listening to Liang Feng's words, they were all excited.

Zhou Tong was the most impatient and honest man, and said loudly: "Brother Liang, we are here today. There are only three things: words, poems, and lyrics. You agreed with my cousin the day before yesterday, so I will give it to us quickly." For a moment, the room was filled with laughter. Zhou Da scolded: "Don't talk too much. When I visit Brother Liang, I am really a match. How can I come to find things? If you talk nonsense, I won't take you out next time."

Zhou Tong was so scared that he quickly shut up.

"Oh, I have such a big rule here, Brother Bo Fei should not be restrained. I promised to discuss today the day before yesterday, so what if I have a pen?" Liang Feng said that, and asked Qian Xiaoyi and Uncle Yong to arrange pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

"Okay, let's make friends through literature today. In addition to my cousin this Zhoutong, everyone will write a poem or write a lyric, and they will also need to copy it on paper by hand. How can everyone reward each other?"

While answering, Zhang Hui was eager to try it out. He also said, "I am bluntly, there is no good scenery or clear sound here, so it is difficult to be the title. Why not just use the two ladies Yunmei Biyun as the title? Everyone wrote it and gave it to the beautiful woman. If there are wonderful sentences, it will be considered a good story."

Yunmei responded with a smile: "You guys are all gratifying for my sisters. The little girl is very grateful. But, my sister and I only write it by Zhang Dalang, Mr. Deng and Mr. Zhou. As for Mr. Liang, my sister is entrusted by someone to ask for advice."

"Is there anyone else asking for advice? Is it your little sister Chang? Oh, it's a pity that she can't go out, otherwise she would invite her, that would be a good story in Xiangzhou City. Tsk, it's a pity, it's a pity, by the way, what questions did she have to teach Brother Liang?" Zhang Hui came to Xiangzhou for a few days and was soaked in Zuihua Tower, touching the passages clearly.

Liang Feng was curious and was about to ask a question. Biyun interrupted fiercely, "Write yours quickly. Why do you talk too much about other people's affairs? I can tell you to write me better, otherwise I won't forgive you."

Zhang Hui has been having a passionate fight with Biyun these days, and loves her straight and sexy temperament the most, so he had to laugh and say to Liang Feng: "Then I won't let you do it, brother, let's see what I wrote Biyun, and then look at the question you answered. Cherish it, the beautiful scenery." After saying that, he smiled mysteriously, picked up the pen and thought about the paper.

If you want to say that this candidate is a romantic monk, it is really not a cover. In just a moment, a song "Buchan Palace" has been filled in: The fairy's heart is like a vast Yangtze River. The concubine's intention is like the bright moon among the waves. They follow each other, flow eastward, and have a banquet and a rest forever; immortality only depends on long-lasting joy. In addition, it should always be a waste. In the music and song, how many years are there, the cross is the head is the next.

In the poem, I compare myself with the fairy man, and I want to accompany the Biyun to enjoy each other, and I also advise the Biyun to cherish the flowing light and be happy. The choice of the poem seems casual, but it is extremely exquisite. It is just that although the affection is continuous, it is the smoothest part of the Fengyue hand. The first part says that we should follow each other, but the second part only says that it is in the music. If you don’t read it carefully, it will be difficult to understand his intention to play the show!

Liang Feng, a fake talent, admired him very much. He thought that this immortal person who lived in his 100-year-old life and had done all these activities, which was so free. Looking at his calligraphy, he used small characters to cursive script, which was more elegant and charming than the couplets written in Meng Gongting before, and it complemented the poems and was a masterpiece.

Deng Sheng also wrote a quatrain to Yunmei: A quatrain that is so sharp that it is planted by the clouds, and the wind blows, and it is also a faint fragrance. Don’t hold the bottle and hold the hand, and it is better to follow Dongjun to bury it with snow. The sentence is ordinary and the calligraphy is average, but it also reveals Yunmei’s soft and hard character and is not arrogant. Yunmei and Deng Sheng have been together for a few days, and they are harmonious. Today, they got Deng Sheng’s quatrain, although it is not as good as Zhang Hui’s writing to Biyun, and they are also very happy and played with it repeatedly. Deng Sheng was happy to win the favor of Yiren, but he was also unconsciously lost to Zhang Hui and Liang Feng and others.

At this time, Zhou Da also wrote a random poem, and there was nothing strange about it.

Liang Feng just got Yunmei's words, so he no longer had to plagiarize the masterpieces of later generations. He only copied the "Nanxiangzi" from the day before yesterday and presented it to Zhang Hui in Mi Fu's style. Zhang Hui was shocked again. The day before yesterday, he saw Liang Feng's Zhao style, which was very luxurious, but today he was chic and happy, with very different fonts. Unlimited respect arose in his heart.

Then Liang Feng divided the three couplets and presented them to Deng Sheng, Zhou Da and Zhou Tong. The gift to Deng Sheng was: "Practice and keep the way, harmony is the most important; virtue is not lonely, and there must be neighbors. Flattering the style of Deng Sheng's gentleman.

What I gave to Zhou Da was: Fortunately, I had a clear vision to make good friends; I had no time to travel together. I praised Zhou Da as a good teacher.

The last one I gave to Zhou Tong was funny and humorous: I am happy to meet the suona today; I was alone in the year when I was worshiping Amitabha. But I joked that Zhou Tong spoke loudly, and was like a fat man in the white and fat Buddha.

After a while, Zhou Tong was very happy and said with a smile: "I like this brother Liang's most, this is my sincere gift for me!" Liang Feng heard this and felt very sad that he was innocent and flawless, and then agreed to give him a "Journey to the West" in the future, which made Zhou Tong even more excited.

At this time, Biyun walked over slowly, took out a short note and handed it to Liang Feng, covering his mouth and laughed: "I'd like to ask Mr. Liang to continue the upper and lower pieces as before."

"It's bitter!" Liang Feng was sweating when he heard Biyun's words, and he secretly complained in his heart. He stretched out his trembling hand to take the short note, as if it was the above punishment. He had to silently chant "Bodhisattva bless the Bodhisattva, come up with something easy to deal with, and then say first."

Slowly unfold the short note, a few lines of extremely beautiful small characters came into view, Liang Feng secretly praised the good characters, which will be put a thousand years later, and at least it can be the executive director of the Chinese Calligraphy Association. Look at the content:

"The geese are green and green, and the road is falling on the setting sun. The mountain stream has not yet been sunny, so who can I live with?"

It turned out to be a verse of "Bu Suanzi". Liang Feng chewed it twice, knew the meaning, so he lowered his head and thought about it.

Zhang Hui squeezed his head and looked at it. Wow, good words! I looked at the content again, and couldn't help but see Lie happy and was itchy. He said to Liang Feng: "Brother Liang, otherwise I will continue the next film for you. It's so seductive, haha."

"No, I have to write it by Mr. Liang!" Sister Yunmei and Biyun said in unison.

"Yes, I'm just talking and playing, why should I be so serious? How dare I make a mistake in Fairy Chang's marriage?" After saying that, he was glared fiercely.

Liang Feng was concentrating on his mind and didn't pay attention to the conversations between others. Looking at this half of the poem, a pitiful image appeared in front of Liang Feng, as if a valley was indifferent orchid, and he was pitying himself, secretly hurting his life experience. Between the lines, there was a feeling that people wanted to take care of him and accompany him. Liang Feng was fascinated. After a while, he looked up at the Yunmei sisters' urgently looking forward to him, smiled apologetically, and said, "That's disrespectful." He gently lifted his pen and wrote next to the first stanza:

Don’t wander around the empty valley, cross the stream, Qian asked when she suddenly saw her, and wrote this poem to share the same thoughts.

After writing, he handed Yunmei with both hands. When Yunmei saw it, she nodded secretly: "It turns out that she is a friend of my little sister, and it's not in vain that I'm waiting for this fate." As she thought about it, her eyes couldn't help but turn red.

On this side, Zhang Hui and Zhou Tong were about to stick their heads over and see, but Biyun protected him: "Don't read. This is our sister's answer, keep it confidential." The two were bored and shook their heads and tongues to walk away.

Yunmei gave Liang Feng a deep blessing and said, "Thank you, young master!"

Liang Feng thought and said, "There is another text of "Bu Suanzi", and I will write it together."

After saying that, he quickly walked to the table and wrote: "At the broken bridge outside the post, I was lonely and had no owner. It was dusk and sorrowful, and the wind and rain were even more; I had no intention of fighting for spring, and I let the flowers jealous, and the scattered into mud and crushed into dust, and only the fragrance was as good as before."

This time, Zhang Hui did not miss it. He was stunned by the side and said blankly: "Brother Liang, with this, you should be immortal!"

On that day, Liang Feng and Zhang Hui made a letter to each other and wrote to each other. Liang Feng ordered Yong Shu to come to a banquet outside. Everyone gathered for a night and returned drunk.

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