The next morning, Zhong Shuo came.

But Xining did not dare to ask Miss Wang to come, but changed her clothes and went to the study in person.

Because Huang Bing, a confucian scholar in Linyi County, has also come!

When Zhong Shuo went back to talk to his teacher, Huang Bing was moved when he heard this, and he came over to take a look the next day.

Although it is not a great scholar, it is not easy to have a scholar in such a small place. And to visit someone who is condescendingly is also a way to respect cultural people.

Before Xining could reach the study, she heard a cheer from the study: "Miu, Miao!"

Seeing the maid beside her, she immediately made a stop.

He stood on tiptoe and walked in quietly.

Huang Jie looks about fifties, with a gray beard and hair, not thin or fat. She has a straight body and should practice martial arts normally, otherwise her waist will not be so straight.

His eyes were bright, and he twisted his beard on his chin with his fingers, and looked at a painting with a smile, as if his soul had been integrated into the landscape.

Zhong Shuo found her first and turned around to salute, but Xining immediately smiled and pointed her lips.

Zhong Shuo hesitated for a moment, and still spoke: "Greetings to the county lord."

When Huang Bing heard this, he turned around and bowed. After all, he was the county lord and the owner here. He should bowed when he came: "I don't know that the county lord has arrived. Please forgive me for any rudeness."

Xining curled her lips, it was not fun. She raised her hands and swayed for a moment, making an invitation: "Mr. Huang doesn't have to be polite. Mr. Huang can come here, which makes my place full of glory and I can't find it."

There must be a guest way that should be.

"Where is, I am just a fame, and the county lord who can properly treasure so many calligraphy and paintings is also an elegant person, far better than Huang." Huang Bing said something nice and has no practical significance.

"Mr. Huang is too humble. The county lord lives in the royal palace for a long time and has never been concerned about foreign affairs. After receiving this, he heard about Mr. Huang's name as soon as he arrived. No one knows Mr. Huang's reputation in Linyi County." Xining

I can only continue to say these boring words.

Zhong Shuoyou didn't listen to these words at all, and his eyes glanced at the painting that was lowered from the beginning.

Xining couldn't help but look at Zhong Shuo, Huang Bing looked at her gaze and coughed a little awkwardly.

Zhong Shuo came to his senses and turned his head back to his teacher and the county magistrate.

Huang Bing smiled bitterly and apologized: "If I encounter an obsessed disciple, my soul will be gone. Please forgive me for any disrespectful things!"

Xining smiled and said, "Where are you, the two gentlemen are here to read the painting, but I am here to bother you. It's probably because I apologize. Come on, prepare some tea, put it in an ice basin, and light incense. Three teas and six

You must not miss food, if two gentlemen want to stay at night, prepare to go to the room and serve with candles."

"Yes!" Jing'er next to her responded.

Huang Bing immediately saluted solemnly: "The county lord is so hospitable, and he doesn't bother me. How can he thank me?"

"Mr. Huang, you are polite. If these calligraphy and paintings can be appreciated by Mr. Huang, it will be worth the money. You two are casual, I will leave first." Xining is so kind that she is so polite that she will be very annoyed.

I hurriedly left, hid in the inner room, lay down and leaned on me, listened to music and dance, and ate and drank, and what was wrong with it.

Huang Bing and Zhong Shuo are really not polite. They will not leave as soon as they are settled. They don’t want to go to the room. They will lie down and fall asleep when they are tired. They will continue to watch after they wake up.

For this reason, Xining also sent someone to send paper and pens. You should know that paper in this era is so expensive, and the price of one foot of paper is no less than the price of one foot of linen. But to prove that my county lord also respects the literati, give it to you!

After seeing that the paper was almost used, they immediately added it. Thousands and one roll of white paper was put on, and they were sent to the study room one by one for them to copy and copy.

As for Miss Wang, the half-old man who was about to re-string his relationship was so angry that he brought someone to the house to make trouble. However, he did not make a marriage letter and had to give up.

But Wang Xiaoniang didn't count the money she had returned, and she was scolded so much that she was so scolded that she was slapped by Mr. Wang before, so angry that she didn't sleep well for three days. If she hadn't had enough foundation, she would have fallen ill.

"This dance is very good!" Jing'er was watching the newly edited song and dance with her.

Seeing that the county magistrate looked at him with a smile, he should be in a good mood, so he asked softly: "County magistrate, those two Confucian scholars have lived there for three days, so let them live?"

"Well~" Xining said casually: "I'll send some wine tonight, and it's great to drink and watch the moon. Go to Mr. Huang's house again and tell Mrs. Huang, asking her not to worry, and ask her how many replacements she wants.

clothes.”

Jing'er choked, if these two guys live in the county lord's mansion for the rest of his life, would the county lord plan to raise them for the rest of his life?

After a dance, the person in charge of singing and dancing came forward: "This is the new dance that is planned to be before the autumn competition. I would like to ask the county lord if it is feasible?"

"Did you jump before the game?" Xining blinked twice.

“That’s right!”

Xining shook her head: "No!"

The manager was stunned, then bowed his head and bowed: "Please tell me the county magistrate."

Xining said the truth: "This dance is very good here, even if you go to any high-ranking and wealthy man in the capital, it doesn't matter. But before the competition... do you know who you dance for?"

The dancers looked at each other, and one of them was brave and said, "The people, the peddlers and pawns."

"Yes!" Xining nodded: "How will they feel after watching such an elegant dance?"

Several people were silent, but the manager had to admit defeat: "What the county lord said is, the people may not like this dance after watching it."

Xining smiled loudly: "It's okay to dance, but add some other dances, such as mask dance, flower picking dance, rice planting dance, etc., which are appreciated by both the elite and the masses."

The manager immediately saluted: "Thank you, the county magistrate, let's go back and think about it."

"Well, go!" Xining picked up the sour plum on the table, twisted up a piece, and put it in her mouth.

The sour plums are in the mouth, and the sweetness and sourness produces saliva. She thought for a while: "Let Miss Wang come over."

Jing'er was stunned again. She was still dancing just now, why is it Miss Wang again?

The county lord really has endless thoughts.

After responding, he went out to find a way to notify Huaer.

After an hour, Miss Wang came. The concierge did not explain and directly led people in. As a result, he saw that Huang Jie was also there, Miss Wang was very surprised.

But he greeted him generously and explained: "I don't know that Mr. Huang and Mr. Zhong are here, so let's come back next day."

Huang Bing looked at Miss Wang for a moment, then turned his eyes to the calligraphy and paintings: "Since you are here, let's take a look together."

"Yes!" Miss Wang looked like a junior, walked over carefully and appreciated calligraphy and painting together.

Huaer, who accompanied him, secretly complained: I don’t know what I don’t know, I’ll let you come if I know, otherwise how could Huang Bian see you!
Chapter completed!