Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun understood that after he sent out looking south of the Yangtze River, Gu Guoren took it away at the first time, then asked someone to adapt his words, and then read the adapted words in advance.

Now, Fang Yun has only two choices. One is to read his original words, but Tong Xinglong's words appear first and Fang Yun's later. It will be very embarrassing.

If Fang Yun re writes words, he must write very badly in just a few decades.

This kind of thing doesn't hurt the name of the other party, but it's a stain at most, but it's enough for Gu Guoren. Success disgusted him.

Fang Yun looked at the host quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

The Linjiang pavilion was silent. Everyone stared at Fang Yun and realized that things were not as simple as they seemed.

No one knows that Tong Xinglong's words are similar to Fang Yun. Even Qiao juze and others don't know what happened.

Fang Yun glanced at the people wearing Jingguo Jinshi clothes on the first floor. The rest were normal, and only one person had an obvious change in his look.

Fang Yun said slowly, "brother Tong, I just wrote" looking at the south of the Yangtze River ", and you also wrote" looking at the south of the Yangtze River ", and I vaguely saw the words you wrote in my dream. You have lived in Kong City for many years. I'm afraid you forget the taste of the food in Jingguo's hometown. When you return to the capital, I'll give a banquet."

Tong Xinglong shook his body gently, looked up at Fang Yun on the third floor and said, "if you go back to Jingguo capital again, I will go to the banquet."

Some experienced people saw this scene and vaguely guessed the truth, but Fang Yun didn't say it, and they couldn't say anything.

Fang Yun nodded, glanced at the Shangshe Jinshi of Gu Kingdom, looked at the host again, smiled and said, "in fact, I thought of one and a half" looking at the south of the Yangtze River ". I didn't write that one well, but I couldn't think of the second one completely, so I delivered it hastily. Just now I looked out of the window and saw a woman looking at the river in the pavilion. I suddenly thought of the second" looking at the south of the Yangtze River " , ladies and gentlemen of Gu Kingdom, I'll discard the first word and read the second one directly. Can you? "

Several Jinshi of the Valley State looked uneasy and looked at the host of the valley state on the first floor.

The host looked at a Jinshi of Shangshe in the valley country, and the Jinshi gently nodded his head.

The host smiled and said, "since you lost that word, no one knows what you wrote. Since you want to read the second one, there's nothing wrong. Anyway, we'll treat you as if you only wrote one. Everybody, do you think so?"

No one answered. All the Jinshi saw something wrong and protected themselves.

Fang Yun said slowly, "then I'll take" looking at the south of the Yangtze River "as the word card and read a word for you."

"Freshen up." Fang Yun turned and walked slowly to the window.

Someone whispered, "I just said I saw a woman, so this' grooming 'should say that the woman just got up in the morning."

Fang Yun took a few steps and said, "lean on the Wangjiang tower alone."

The crowd nodded slightly. The man said it well before. These two sentences wrote that after the woman washed in the morning, she leaned against the pavilion near the river and looked at the river.

"It's not a thousand sails." Fang Yun recited slowly.

It seems that an invisible force appears out of thin air. Everyone's heart is suddenly heavy. Everyone ponders these seven words carefully, and many people are stunned, because this sentence is like a knife stabbing in people's heart, making everyone understand that the woman's longing for her husband. She even stares at every passing ship, but no ship is her husband's.

"The twilight pulse water is long, the intestines are broken, and the white Pingzhou is broken."

Qiao juze only felt a sudden jump in his heart. He seemed to see a woman looking at the river from the morning until the setting sun went down to the West. The afterglow was shining on the slowly flowing river. Finally, he could only look at the island in the river sadly.

The whole Linjiang pavilion was silent, and everyone was shocked by the boudoir's resentment, immersed in a woman's feelings for her husband.

"After grooming, lean on the Wangjiang tower alone. It's not a thousand sails. The twilight is long, and the intestines are broken. The one recited softly.

The doctor suddenly said softly, "look at the south of the Yangtze River, also known as wild lentils, calm the liver fire and brighten the eyes."

There were sighs everywhere.

"What a 'thousand sails are not', it's just seven words. It's like a line drawing in a picture, but in a simple word, it's all the glory of the world."

"Kong Cheng is full of poets. He welcomes new people every year and looks forward to old people every day. Every day, I don't know how many infatuated women look at the little Yangtze River and only look forward to the return of the person who left. Fang Yun is afraid to understand their hearts."

"It's too heavy. It's so heavy that I can hardly speak. This is the power of poetry. In a word, it tells all the worries of the world. It's worthy of Fang Zhenguo."

"If I could write such poems in my life... No, just one sentence would be enough to laugh."

"As soon as this word comes out, the flower ladies in Hualou are afraid to be crazy again."

"It's more than crazy. I don't know how many Qing shepherds decided not to marry Fang Yun. I saw a Qing shepherd with both talent and appearance the other day and decided to save money to find Fang Yun in Jingguo. Alas..."

"If I were a woman, I would never be interested in other men after reading Fang Yun's poems. Fang Yun hurts people!"

"The faces of several people in the valley country and the host of the valley country seem to be wrong..." a Jinshi of the holy courtyard on the second floor seems to mention it inadvertently.

The crowd then observed the people in Gu Kingdom and found that their faces either turned waxy yellow, or showed unhealthy red, or stood there blankly, or regretted, as if they had been greatly hit.

Fang Yun left the window and went downstairs slowly. The rest of Jingguo Jinshi hurried down.

Many people seem to have forgotten Fang Yun and continue to think about the word, especially the sentence "it's not a thousand sails", which they want to crush and swallow into their stomach.

Before long, Fang Yun led Shangshe Jinshi of Jingguo to the gate of the main hall.

A man suddenly shouted, "Fang Zhenguo, don't you want color heads? That's 3000 liang of silver."

"Help me donate it to kongcheng's charity hall." Fang Yun said and left Linjiang Pavilion.

Gu Guo's host stared at Fang Yun's back disappearing into the night, looked down at the torn red paper bag, and wondered whether Fang Yun had been fooled, or could Fang Yun really think of a peerless good word in a few decades?

He looked at the Jinshi in the valley country again, sighed gently and shook his head.

"We have prepared for this meeting for a long time. Even if we can't hurt his name, it will make him sick for a while, but now in his opinion, what happened today is just a dog barking..."

After Fang Yun and others returned to the house, they talked late into the night and dispersed,

The next day, the master of the Academy led Shangshe Jinshi of Jingguo to leave the Confucius palace and return to the capital.

Fang Yun's life has returned to calm. During the day, he attends classes like ordinary people. If he meets a bachelor at the school palace, he must go to listen.

Compared with before, Fang Yun's daily life is more than a link, refining war poetry.

After school every day, Fang Yun goes to the school palace to practice war poetry. He constantly consumes his talents and uses war poetry to enhance his control over war poetry.

Fang Yun quietly accumulated for climbing the Dragon platform.

In these days, fog butterfly also finished sleeping and officially became a member of the family.

However, unlike active slaves and small meteors, fog butterflies like to sleep in Fang Yun's arms or shoulders on weekdays, in addition to waking up and receiving the baptism of the first sunshine every day.

Nu Nu tried to wear the fog butterfly as a bow on her head several times, and finally ended up with the fog butterfly running away.