Chapter 72: A late student should compose a poem to express his feelings
The return of Jin Yueru made Zhou Peirong's life suddenly become much more exciting.
But correspondingly, Zhou Peirong had to deal with more things.
Zhou Peirong didn't mind at all about this, but rather enjoyed it.
This day.
Zhou Peirong brought a batch of goods to Liming County and prepared to take action.
But as soon as he arrived at Rongquan Restaurant, before he saw the patron he was waiting for, he received an uninvited guest first.
This uninvited guest was an acquaintance of Zhou Peirong.
He was none other than Sun Debiao, who had a grudge against Zhou Peirong and was still thinking about how to plot against Zhou Peirong.
"Hey, isn't this Boss Zhou!"
"Boss Zhou's business seems to be very good recently!"
"But I have to remind Boss Zhou, this guy just can't be too complacent, beware that extreme happiness may lead to sadness!"
"Thank you, Boss Sun, for the reminder!"
Faced with Sun Debiao's ridicule, Zhou Peirong naturally responded directly and unceremoniously.
"I know it's really hard to feel sad when you are extremely happy."
"But if a person doesn't even have a chance to have fun, wouldn't he be too sad?"
"Don't you think so, Boss Sun!"
"you!"
Sun Debiao was speechless by Zhou Peirong, and suddenly became a little angry.
"Zhou Peirong, let me tell you, you won't be proud for long!"
"Hmph, when you are kicked down from your height, I think you will feel proud of yourself!"
"The higher you stand, the more likely you are to be kicked down! It seems you still don't understand this truth, Boss Sun!"
Zhou Peirong still looks cheerful, but the words he speaks can make people choke to death.
Seeing that Zhou Peirong couldn't take advantage of him with his mouth.
Sun Debiao no longer humiliated himself.
After giving Zhou Peirong a vicious look, Sun Debiao turned around and left.
Watching Sun Debiao leave the restaurant, Zhou Peirong raised his eyebrows slightly, then nodded and called the restaurant manager over.
The goods to be delivered were handed over to the shopkeeper for his care.
Zhou Peirong left the restaurant directly and rushed to Wei An's mansion.
What a coincidence.
Just when Zhou Peirong rushed to Wei An's mansion, there was another guest in Wei An's mansion.
And this guest was the imperial envoy representative that he and Wei An had been wary of.
When Zhou Peirong came to the reception hall of Wei An's mansion, the imperial envoy representative was looking at Wei An with a sullen face and cold eyes.
One look at Wei An's expression and he knew that this representative of the imperial envoy must be targeting Wei An.
Otherwise, our county magistrate's expression would not be so bad.
As soon as he saw Zhou Peirong arriving, Wei An's expression immediately became overjoyed.
But seeing the change in Wei An's expression, Zhou Peirong's lips immediately twitched.
He said in his heart, my Lord County Magistrate, I came to you because I wanted your help.
But when I look at you like this, it seems like you want me to help you share the firepower!
Facts have proved that Zhou Peirong’s guess was absolutely correct!
That's what Wei An really thought in his heart.
"Brother Zhou, you came just in time!"
"Come on, let me introduce you!"
While Wei An winked at Zhou Peirong, he deliberately raised his voice and introduced with a smile: "This is a famous Confucian scholar from the capital, Shen Lingfeng."
"I entered Zhou Peirong as a junior and met Senior Shen!"
Although he was somewhat dissatisfied with this person in his heart, Zhou Peirong still had to do the face-saving work that he should do.
He was neither humble nor arrogant, and with a smile on his face, he bowed to Shen Lingfeng as a disciple.
"Are you Zhou Peirong, the Zhou Peirong who made the great scholar Lin Wentai so angry that he vomited blood?"
Shen Lingfeng looked at Zhou Peirong with a cold face, and the disgust in his eyes was not concealed at all.
"So my reputation, Zhou Peirong, has spread to the capital?"
"Even people like you, Senior Shen, already know my reputation, Zhou Peirong."
"This is enough to make me proud for a while."
Zhou Peirong responded with an indifferent expression and did not take Shen Lingfeng's accusation of raising an army seriously at all.
And his attitude made Shen Lingfeng's face even more ugly.
"Huh, as a scholar, I should fear heaven and earth when I am above, be loyal to the court in the middle, and respect my parents and teachers below!"
"Zhou Peirong, you made a respected elder so angry that he vomited blood."
"Do you think you are worthy of being a scholar?"
Shen Lingfeng simply stopped pretending at this time and directly began to question Zhou Peirong.
And for someone like him who was so arrogant and thought he was standing on the moral high ground from the very beginning, Zhou Peirong just felt disgusted in his heart.
His face instantly turned cold, and his tone of voice lost all politeness.
"Whether I am worthy of being a scholar or not is not something you can decide alone."
"Also, why do you think this matter is my fault?"
"Just because Lin Wentai is old, because he vomited a mouthful of blood? What a joke!"
"you……"
Shen Lingfeng became angry when he heard this and immediately wanted to say something more, but Zhou Peirong did not give him this chance.
"Whether a person is qualified to study depends on his talent and character."
"People like you who don't ask any questions and judge others based on their own subjective opinions are the ones with real problems!"
Every word Zhou Peirong said was like a heavy hammer, hitting Shen Lingfeng's heart hard.
He was very unconvinced and wanted to retort.
But he racked his brains, but no matter what, he couldn't think of how to refute.
Zhou Peirong didn't care about his reaction, but turned to look at Wei An aside.
"Your Majesty the County Magistrate, Wan Sheng has something to say, but he doesn't want to say it word for word."
"So I was brave enough to ask the magistrate for a pen and paper."
"I want to compose a poem when I am a late student to express my feelings!"
"good!"
Wei An nodded without hesitation, and then waved to the servant on the side, asking the servant to prepare pen and paper for Zhou Peirong.
At this time, Shen Lingfeng finally recovered his emotions.
He was ready to argue with Zhou Peirong again.
At the very least, he wants to regain the place he just lost.
However, when Shen Lingfeng saw the paper on the desk, his eyes immediately widened.
But before he could react, Zhou Peirong had already dipped his pen in ink and began to write freely on the paper.
Zhou Peirong is currently copying...
Ahem.
It should be said that what Zhou Peirong is writing is a five-character quatrain.
This quatrain was written by the poet immortal in the past life to curse people.
Zhou Peirong felt that this poem was very suitable for the occasion, so he wrote it on a whim.
"You are not your uncle, Sun Tong, and I have a very different relationship. The current situation has not been reached, so I returned to farm on the Wenshui shore."
The poem was completed in one breath without any pause. Wei An and Shen Lingfeng were really stunned.