The county magistrate is looking forward to the profiteer, the old man is looking forward to the aunt, the widow is looking forward to the hooligan, and the pheasant is looking forward to the pervert!

As the closest bodyguard and confidant around the county magistrate, the yamen runner smiled and took Liu Liwa and his party into the back door of the county magistrate. At the same time, he also saw the princess sister walking out of the sedan chair. The look of the falling fish and the geese, and the look of the moon and the flowers made him lose his mind. Combined with Liu Liwa's words that just now were about to open a brothel, he thought that the princess sister was deliberately bringing her to the county magistrate, so he couldn't help but blurt out: "Wow, it's true that he is going to open a brothel. Is this top girl of the best looks very beautiful?"

After saying this, Liu Liwa took the lead and glared at him fiercely, and then glared at him, His Majesty the Emperor, His Highness the Princess, the eunuch in the Great Inner, and the commander of the Great Inner Guard... All this lineup glared at him, which means he was dead!

However, he still has a little value to use his remaining heat and takes everyone through the back door. Although Suining County is a poor county, no matter how poor it is, it cannot be poor in the face of the official family. Look at which government departments of the poor county are not high-rise buildings, Daxia, and the golden walls are brilliant. This place is no exception. The backyard of the yamen is a place for the county's public and private life. Here, paving roads, pavilions, towers, rockery corridors, and an elegant and quiet scene of Jiangnan gardens.

However, seeing this environment, except for Liu Liwa sneering, no one else showed much surprise, because they came from the palace, which was even more magnificent, as if this was what they should enjoy.

In the pavilion in the backyard, a middle-aged man wearing an official uniform and a gray goatee was holding a brush in his hand, thinking with his eyebrows and concentrating on his face, just like a literary master who was creating a masterpiece. Next to him was a white and fat middle-aged man wearing a gray long gown and holding a white paper fan, looking like a master, carefully accompanying the county magistrate.

Everyone was a knowledgeable person, and immediately saw the identity of this person from the government, the seventh-rank alternate magistrate. However, what is even more confusing is that the celebrity Wang Jianyu once said that the official position of the magistrate was bought for money, and he himself was a Bai Ding who could not read a big word.

But now, he was holding a brush in his hand and thinking intently, and he was clearly an old scholar in the latest literature. The little emperor was moved by it and couldn't help but think of Liu Liwa's words. Sure enough, I really wanted to read it myself, feel it, and understand it. As of now, Wang Jianyu said that the county magistrate could not read it, and it was very likely that he was talking nonsense.

At this moment, the county magistrate suddenly sighed softly, threw away the brush in his hand, and abandoned it like a piece of waste, which made the little emperor stunned. You know, in the eyes of scholars, the four treasures of the study are like weapons in the hands of soldiers, and they are their second life. How can they not care about it and care about it?

The two people in the pavilion were too focused, and they were in the backyard of the yamen, and their expressions were very relaxed. Moreover, Liu Li and Wa happened to walk to the rockery, and all the two did not notice Liu Li Wa and the others. The yamen runners who led the way did not dare to disturb their nature when they saw the master being focused.

It is precisely because of this that Liu Liwa and the others heard the most realistic conversation between the county magistrate and the fat white master. The county magistrate said, "Oh, forget it, I really can't write it. They know me, I don't know them, so forget it. According to the original method, you say one sentence, I will take the next sentence. Only the rhyme of the conjunction, make people feel that I am Bai Ding. And as my official, you can just show off on the right occasion."

The county magistrate's words made the little emperor's just aroused favor disappear, and replaced by endless anger, wishing to poke him to death with a brush.

The fat master naturally had to follow the meaning of his superiors and nodded: "What the adults said is reasonable. As long as the adults are familiar with some classic poems and famous lines and can successfully follow the previous and next sentences, no one will doubt his knowledge. If you can create your own poems and follow the next sentence with rhymes, that would be even better."

This is indeed reasonable. The literati of this era rarely have independent innovations together. Most of them should be chanted by the time of the situation. They recite some classic poems and experience the artistic conception of the great poets at that time. Most of the time, they recite one sentence by one, which makes several people have a considerable knowledge.

The county magistrate thinks this trick is the best, just deal with some gentry gatherings. Since he knows how to pretend to be stupid and fake, it proves that he is still a little ashamed. He also works hard afterwards and remembers some poems to gilt himself, which is hopeless.

Just when Liu Liwa felt that this guy was understandable, the master said, "Master, then I will make a statement. Please accept it."

I saw the chubby master paced back and forth, looking for a feeling, the paper fan shook lightly, and suddenly a shiny light flashed in his eyes, and inspiration came to his heart, and he chanted loudly: "A red apricot is coming out of the wall!"

Oh... The county magistrate was stunned for a moment, and a wretched smile appeared on his face. The princess sister glanced at Liu Liwa in anger, because this kind of smile was common on Liu Liwa's face.

The county magistrate smiled and said, "A red apricot is out of the wall? Is this a poem? The author must be a thief who likes the widow next door. This next sentence is also easy to follow. If a red apricot is out of the wall, I don't even have a wife!"

"Okay, okay, wonderful, wonderful." After hearing this bullshit next sentence, the fat master cheered repeatedly: "The master is indeed a talented person. The artistic conception of this next sentence is just right, and it also expresses the poet's mood when he was creating. Only if he has no wife can he hope that others will have a crush on it!"

The county magistrate and the master laughed, but the little emperor and others were so angry that they were strangely angry. These two ignorant bastards are the highest officials of this county. Such a scum who is full of filthy minds is destined to be a disaster for the officials.

However, Liu Liwa felt that their explanation was reasonable, and he thought so too.

The little emperor suppressed his anger and calmly signaled everyone to hide behind the rockery. He observed quietly, and only heard the master continue his famous saying: "The hero will never return again."

The county magistrate continued: "Widow Wang, come quickly."

Master: "I'm not afraid of burning fire."

County magistrate: "All widows are taken down."

Master: "Look for him in the crowd for thousands of times."

County magistrate: "Only widows can get along with you."

Master: "Little friends and relatives in Luoyang are asking each other."

County magistrate: "I am happy with the widow."

Master: "I advise God to shake it up."

County magistrate: "I am a dog in front of the widow."

Master: "Sit up in shock during the dying illness."

County magistrate: "The widow sleeps beside me."
Chapter completed!