Fang Jun ate too much and was almost full. But the chef at Zuixianlou was really good at his craftsmanship. Every dish had a unique aroma that made people addicted to chopsticks. He was thinking about trying the new dish next.
I was a little shocked by this sudden voice, and blinked blankly, thinking in my mind how to counterattack this trouble-making snake spirit.
But that moment of silence, in the eyes of others, became a sign of guilty conscience.
For a time, all kinds of playful looks were on Fang Jun, like a spotlight.
Everyone is waiting to see his jokes.
Even the bright eyes of Miss Mingyue seemed to have a hint of teasing when they fell on Fang Jun's face.
Fang Jun blinked, looked at Kong Zhixuan who was as arrogant as a big rooster, and pretended to be confused and said: "Well, dear friend, can you say what you just said again? I am picking up vegetables here, so I didn't hear clearly.
Excuse me……"
Ouch! As soon as this statement came out, everyone started talking.
Kong Zhixuan's pupils were filled with blood in an instant, and his blood vessels almost burst!
Arrogant!
proud and arrogant!
When people talk to you, you don't even listen?
How arrogant!
Chu Suiliang also frowned slightly, feeling a little displeased.
No wonder my son said that Fang Jun was a stick, he was so arrogant!
Kong Zhixuan was almost mad to death, but he couldn't rush up and teach this bastard a lesson. He wasn't stupid either. If he really raised his fist, he might not know who would teach whom...
Gritting his teeth, Kong Zhixuan suppressed the anger in his chest and said word by word: "I also ask Fang Erlang to write a poem for us to understand!"
Fang Jun suddenly said: "Oh - writing poetry? It's simple! Just tell me straight, who can understand it after all the twists and turns!"
Kong Zhixuan almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood. He held it in tightly and stared at Fang Jun, waiting for him to write a poem. He made up his mind that no matter how good the poem you wrote, you would be condemned to death. It must be said that it was worthless.
!
Everyone also cheered up, they shared the same hatred and the same thoughts as Kong Zhixuan...
I saw Fang Jun standing up with his wine glass in hand, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if he was concentrating on his thoughts.
After a while, there was no movement...
After a moment, there was no movement...
Until everyone was a little impatient, Fang Jun suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Kong Zhixuan slightly strangely, and said: "I suddenly remembered something... My dear friend, why should I compose a poem if you want me to? I don't know.
That guy with the long face, who are you?"
Kong Zhixuan was furious: "This is Kong Zhixuan, the 32nd descendant of Confucius..."
Fang Jun interrupted him decisively: "Oh... never heard of it!"
"Uh-" Kong Zhixuan rolled his eyes and passed away in anger.
The novel phrase "horses don't know how to look" is so lethal that Kong Zhixuan can't bear it...
I think that Kong Zhixuan was praised as a child prodigy, and his poetry and classics were all perfect. Coupled with his father Kong Yingda's transcendent status in the Confucian world, and the halo of being the 32nd grandson of Confucius, he had a smooth life and was praised by others.
, have you ever encountered such humiliation?
What's more important is that Fang Jun is not only superior in martial arts, but he himself will never dare to seek revenge. His father is also a servant of the court, and is more tough than his father Kong Yingda. Even if he causes trouble behind his back, it won't work.
But how can you swallow such humiliation in front of so many people?
Therefore, if Kong Zhixuan doesn’t just get over it, he has to get over it...
There was a sudden uproar during the dinner, and they all rushed forward to support Kong Zhixuan, pinching him and slapping his mouth. After a while, Kong Zhixuan slowly woke up.
I can’t help but wake up. I don’t know who is this evil and smoking person. His lips are pinched purple...
Fang Yi rubbed his hands and sighed again and again. He looked at his Erlang with a look of resentment, and complained: "Erlang, Erlang, do you want the eldest brother to say that you have good eyes? You are really..."
Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and said: "What I said is right. Who does this guy think he is? He wants me to write a poem, so I have to do it right away? Wow, you self-righteous fool!"
Fang Yi opened his mouth and found that there was no argument to be made. It seemed that... what Erlang said was quite reasonable, right?
Everyone finally managed to get Kong Zhixuan settled. Chai Zhewei said with a cold face: "A gentleman is virtuous, how can Erlang hurt others with his words?"
Fang Jun sneered at this hypocrite. Was he standing on the moral high ground?
Immediately counterattacked: "I'm not a good scholar, please don't deceive me... Otherwise, Duke Qiao, can you write ten or eight poems for everyone, so that everyone can appreciate it?"
Chai Zhewei said angrily: "Don't be so unreasonable! How can a certain noble prince allow you to do this again and again?"
Fang Jun laughed angrily and pointed at Chai Zhewei's nose: "What do you mean, don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you? In my opinion, you are no longer virtuous, you are wicked!"
Chai Zhewei was furious and shouted: "Fang Jun! Do you think I am afraid of you?"
Fang Jun suddenly stood up and glared: "If you have the ability, stand over here and see if I dare to beat you!"
Chai Zhewei almost fainted: "I..."
Fortunately, Chu Suiliang intervened and saved Chai Zhewei, who was riding a tiger. He really didn't dare to stand over...
There was no displeasure on Chu Suiliang's face. He looked at Fang Jun with a smile and said: "Kong Zhixuan is outspoken, Erlang does not have to be reluctant. Your poem "The Charcoal Seller" was read by a certain person. Although the poems are plain, the feelings are sincere.
It is a thought-provoking and rare masterpiece. Even with such talent, why not compose a song for Chu to appreciate during this festive season?"
Fang Jun pondered.
To say that he is afraid of Chu Suiliang is simply impossible. How can you, a servant, take care of me?
It's just that my father, Fang Xuanling, has a really good relationship with this guy. If I bumped into him today, there's no guarantee that there won't be rumors that Fang Xuanling doesn't have a tutor in the future.
His own reputation doesn't matter, but as a son, he cannot ruin his father's reputation.
After thinking for a while, Fang Jun bowed and said, "Uncle Shi has his destiny, how dare my nephew disobey him?"
After thinking for a while, his eyes met the curious eyes of Miss Mingyue. With a thought in his heart, he said: "Let's write a poem based on this girl's name."
After saying that, he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and started writing on a piece of snow-white rice paper.
The pen moves like a dragon and a snake, and it's done with just one swipe.
He put his pen on the case, clasped his fists and said, "My nephew is too drunk, so I'll take my leave first!"
Turn around and leave.
If you ask me to compose a poem, then I will compose one to give you face. After all, you are the elder!
It's a pity that I don't want to talk more than a few words, and I have no intention of making excuses with you. Don't always use the hat of elders to pressure others. This is my attitude!
Fang Yi couldn't hold it back for a moment, so he couldn't help but let out a long sigh and gave everyone an apologetic wry smile.
Then, he looked down at the poem written by Fang Jun.
"hiss--"
Fang Yi took a deep breath, this word was so well written!
Someone around him saw that he was in a daze after reading it, so he reached out and took it, and then passed it around one by one.
Not surprisingly, everyone who read this poem felt a little sluggish and confused.
Until it was finally passed into the hands of Chu Suiliang, the extremely curious girl Mingyue stretched her neck as gracefully as a swan and stared at the writing on the rice paper with burning eyes.
The ink is dripping, and the iron strokes are silver hooks. It is a very good calligraphy.
Miss Mingyue whispered: "Mingyue, Mingyue, Mingyue..."
I felt contempt in my heart. Isn't this too straightforward and vulgar? It's simply uneducated...
"There is still a lot of work to be done to make things right."
Well, this sentence is somewhat interesting, continue...
"Just like a young bridegroom,
Let's meet for a while and say goodbye according to the past.
It was last year's season at the threshold of the small building.
The clear light for thousands of miles remains the same, the night is eternal, the people are disgusted..."
Miss Mingyue's delicate voice gradually lowered, and she gradually became crazy...
It's clear as words, but also sincere and thought-provoking.
There are all kinds of things, including many complex emotions of separation, longing, doubts, speculations, or complaints.
Sorrow and resentment are an eternal theme in Liu Yong's poetry.
In the brothel, inside the gauze tent, this is Liu Yongbai's battlefield. His words and sentences are like a nuclear bomb that can shock the soul of those women who have fallen into the world of prostitution!
Chu Suiliang read it three times, stroking his beautiful beard, and sighed: "You are a genius! We are not as good as many!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone present looked strange.
To say that this poem is really well written, no one can say anything more about the state of things here. But just think about the fact that such a poem was written by a 250-year-old who has no knowledge and skills, and is called
How do these arrogant guys, who claim to have studied poetry and classics for many years, deal with themselves?
Once you get here, the drinking party will break up on its own.
After everyone dispersed, Miss Mingyue returned to the embroidery building in the backyard, reclining on the couch, her graceful and delicate body lines relaxed, her left hand supporting her chin, reading the song "Looking at the Moon over the River" over and over again, her clear beautiful eyes gradually