Liu Song Hanque

Chapter 103 Xie Lingyun

While Liu Yizhen was suffering in front of Liu Yu, Xiao Fuyang was in a completely different mood.

She came to the school with a high-spirited look, so proud that she wanted to look at people with her chin.

"Tsk tsk, look who's here?"

As soon as Xiao Fuyang looked at people, his good mood was suddenly cast a shadow.

The person who came here was about the same age as Xiao Fuyang, and she was also Liu Yu's daughter, the later Princess Shi'an.

Shi'an came to Fuyang's side and leaned into Fuyang's ear: "I'm afraid you haven't finished your homework again? Be careful of being punished by your husband, and then Aunt Sun will spank your ass!"

"who said it!"

Fu Yang raised the paper in his hand angrily: "I have finished this time! I will definitely be praised by my husband!"

Seeing the paper full of handwriting in Fu Yang's hand, Shi'an was somewhat disapproving: "It's either a long poem or a good poem."

"It's like the poem about the goose you wrote last time."

"One, two, three or four, five, six, seven or eight."

"In the end you wrote a hundred geese, didn't you? My husband's nose was crooked at that time!"

When Xiao Fuyang sees Shi'an revealing his old background, he is about to pounce on him with teeth and claws.

"Mr. is here! Two sisters, stop making trouble!"

A handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes ran over from a distance and grabbed the two of them, which was obviously commonplace.

After the two separated, the boy asked Fu Yang, "I heard that the second brother came back yesterday?"

"Yes, yes, fourth brother, are you going to play with second brother?"

The boy is Liu Yikang, the fourth son of Liu Yu.

Liu Yikang didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Second brother is now in charge of the government, and he has long been able to be alone. It's inappropriate to play with him now, but we still need to see him, and we can't lose the etiquette of being a younger brother."

Liu Yikang is also a young and mature existence, knowing that Liu Yizhen has broken away from the level of these younger brothers and sisters who are still studying in school.

Xiao Fuyang didn't care when he heard this, he just said with a smile: "Just come! My mother has cooked a lot of delicious food! I can eat more when you come!"

Liu Yikang smiled and stopped talking, but sat down calmly.

After a while, the teacher from the school arrived.

Because it is an enlightenment education, there is no need to use some great talents to teach everyone, but this master of the school is also a great Confucian in the world, with profound knowledge and extraordinary temperament.

"Check your homework first!"

The teacher's words instantly tensed up the atmosphere in the school.

There are also some people who are well prepared and start to look around, among which the most people look at Xiao Fuyang.

After all, everyone knows that Xiao Fuyang is a "poetry idiot".

But this time, Xiao Fuyang is very stable!

Although Liu Yizhen taught her to write poems, she didn't quite understand them.

But in terms of feeling, it should be a good poem!
The husband first checked the schoolwork of Liu Yu's two sons.

Liu Yikang and Liu Yigong.

The younger Liu Yixuan is only three years old, not yet at the age of enlightenment.As for the youngest son, Liu Yiji, he couldn't even speak a word.

Both Liu Yikang and Liu Yigong were very talented and learned, and were quickly praised by their husbands.

Then came many women.

Although they are not bad, they are obviously not as good as those of Liu Yikang and Liu Yigong.

Mr. finally came to Fu Yang's body.

"Have you written it?"

"wrote."

"That's good."

After asking, the gentleman turned around like this, obviously he didn't want to check Fuyang's homework.

In the eyes of the husband, this is Rao Fuyang's life and his own life.

Seeing Mr. like this, everyone couldn't help covering their mouths and laughing.

Among them, Si An made no secret of his ridicule.

Xiao Fuyang is angry!

"gentlemen!"

"Why don't you read my homework?"

The husband had no choice but to turn his head, looked at Xiao Fuyang and comforted him, "Just write it down."

"No!"

At this time, Xiao Fuyang wished that her husband would give her a good compliment after watching her homework. At this time, seeing that the husband didn't even look at it, there were tears in his eyes.

"Just take a look, sir. Maybe it's really rare for my younger sister to write a good poem."

Liu Yikang has a kind heart and helps Xiao Fuyang out of the siege.

While persuading the husband, he also went to Xiao Fuyang's desk to observe the poems.

This wave is called testing the poison with one's own body, and if it is really a poem that is not on the stage, Liu Yikang has room for redemption.

"Fanshuang Feiyukai...huh?"

Liu Yikang was stunned for a while looking at the poem.

When Shi'an saw Liu Yikang like this, he thought that Fuyang had written some "world-shattering masterpiece", so he squeezed over to watch the joke.

"Frost flying jade door, love Jingli Huangzhou.

Clear the road and avoid galloping, and the feather cover stands in the air to announce the tour.

Climbing high and looking at where it came from, there is no trace of where it came from.

Only the sky is above, and there are no mountains and mountains.

Raising your head, the sun is approaching, and looking back, the white clouds are low. "

Although the last few sentences of this poem show the author's lofty ambitions, overall it is still a bit naive.

Because the following sentences were originally written by Kou Huai, a famous Prime Minister of the Northern Song Dynasty, when he was seven years old, and they were written within three steps.

Liu Yizhen thought that handing over this kind of poem to Fu Yang would not reveal his secrets.

But he didn't expect that Fu Yang's poetry attainments were even worse than he thought...

Everyone looked at Fu Yang in unison.

They wouldn't believe it if Fuyang wrote it and beat him to death.

Liu Yikang asked, "Did you really write this?"

"Of course!"

"But why do I look like it was written by the second brother?"

Fu Yang felt guilty all of a sudden, and asked in a low voice:

"Huh? Fourth brother, how do you know? Have you seen this poem before?"

After all, Fuyang has a simple mind, so he said everything.

Only then did everyone feel relieved.

Yeah!

The two brothers Liu Yizhen and Liu Yilong loved literature when they were in school, and it is understandable that they do not see occasional masterpieces in a year.

After reading it, Liu Yikang was full of admiration: "I never thought that writing poems can be so simple, and the momentum of the last two sentences is also extremely majestic. It is definitely a superior work!"

And Fu Yang felt secretly refreshed when he saw how everyone was shocked before.

Unexpectedly, the gentleman coughed lightly: "If you don't finish your homework and ask others to do it for you, you will be punished. Today, after school, you will be detained and punished to copy "Xiaoya" from "The Book of Songs."

Fu Yang sucked in a breath of cold air through his small mouth.

There are 74 poems in "Xiaoya", and I'm afraid it will be late at night after copying.

"Woooo!"

Poor Fu Yang was left in the school, weeping and cursing while crying: "Bad brother, bad sir, they are all bad people! Woooooo!"

But what happened in the school today was purely passed on by Shi An and the others as a joke.

Of course, the poem was passed out together.

"Only the sky is above, and there are no mountains and equals."

"Raise your head and the sun is near, but look back and the clouds are low."

"Nice poem!"

"Crazy!"

The use of scenery to express emotions has existed since ancient times, and there are several poems in the "Book of Songs".

Later, "Nineteen Ancient Poems", which had a profound influence on Chinese poetry, also contained many clear intentions of scenery.

But this poem is the only one that expresses the thoughts in the chest like this poem.

"I don't know if the poems written by Lord Chang'an are so sharp because of the influence of northern scholars."

For a while, Jiankang scholars were a little curious about Duke Chang'an who came back from Guanzhong.

Among them, there is naturally Xie Lingyun, the leader of today's poetry and the originator of landscape poetry.

(End of this chapter)