I began to say in a beaming voice, and Xiao Fei listened with interest around the side. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 More than 10 years later, Fan Zhongyan was appointed by the imperial court as the Taishou of Poyang, Jiangxi. At that time, Poyang's water transportation was developed, merchants gathered, and clubs such as the heavenly and earthly clubs in our modern society came into being. He happened to meet a cardamom woman in this clubhouse, who was born with sharp teeth, extremely intelligent, and a crisp and pleasant voice, gentle and virtuous. After some small talk, Fan Zhongyan learned that her family was unfortunate and ended up here. She is not a problem for reciting poetry and painting, but what is even more amazing is that she can actually use chopsticks to make books and fingers to paint. Fan Zhongyan couldn't help but be curious, it was better to see than to hear, let her try her skills, it was really worthy of the name, and it was a must. Fan Zhongyan suddenly felt pity for the fragrance and jade. Although there were many good things, in the end, I got my wish and hugged the beauty. ”

"You're really well-versed in the past, you know all these things. Xiao Fei said with admiration.

This is also the second wife of Fan Zhongyan recorded in the official history. By the way, this woman's name is Zhen Jinlian, and she is well-founded, and she is also called Mrs. Ru. By the way, this No. 10 is called Jin Lian, and the name is exactly the same, but the age is definitely wrong, she is obviously much older. I said to myself. "Could it be that Fan Zhongyan has gone through a lot of hardships and still found a person with the same name? Or is this person in front of him not the mother of that lady? Is there any entanglement between them, and what intersection is not possible?" For a while, I looked at the familiar name in a daze, and my imagination flowed for a while.

Xiao Fei interrupted my thoughts, "How is it possible? This Jin Lian and her are definitely not alone. ”

"Maybe it's her daughter, maybe it's no coincidence that she won't write a book, maybe these two people will have some intersection in the future. "I want to say it.

"You are a talented and beautiful woman in the novel, you have read too many stories, your imagination is really rich, Xiaosheng admires. Xiao Fei said with a hippie smile.

"There's no way, I'm a liberal arts student, that's the biggest difference between me and you, the way of thinking is different. "I'm understated.

"The advertising time is over, please continue at home. The person below looked at the broken incense and said busily, and the chaotic crowd became quiet and watched the performance.

"Then we solemnly invite Fan Zhongyan to come to the stage again for the second link - talent show. Xiao Fei said with a look.

"I know that Fan Gongzi's poetry and songs are very good, if you don't mind, can you give you a few songs on the spot. "I'm kind enough to give me kind advice.

Fan Zhongyan walked aloud: "Everyone, please listen, the first song is "Su Musha: Nostalgia"——

Blue clouds, yellow leaves. The autumn colors are continuous, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water. The grass is ruthless, and it is even more outside the sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts. Unless night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep.

The bright moon building is high and rests alone. The wine entered the bowels and turned into lovesick tears. ”

"Wow, I really didn't expect that this poem was written by him, what a wonderful pen. highlights the beauty of his leisurely, indifferent, and great personality. Xiao Fei was full of praise, and I nodded again and again. "It's really a knife to cut off the water, the water is more flowing, and the glass is more sorrowful, how can you be so sad? ”

There are also a lot of discussions below, mostly praise, but also a little discord, most of them are jealousy and envy. "Isn't it just that I drank alcohol and said a whining thing, and I still have clouds, oh my God, there is a lot of nonsense. The knife-faced man said unhappily.

Fan Zhongyan exported another chapter, ""Royal Street Travel, Autumn Nostalgia" - falling leaves and fragrant bricks. The night was silent and the cold was broken. The pearl curtain rolls up in the sky, and the sky is faint and the Milky Way hangs to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon is like practice, and it is a thousand miles long. The sorrow has been broken, and there is no reason to get drunk. Before the wine arrives, it turns into tears. The residual light is turned off and the pillow is extinguished, and the taste of lonely sleep is exhausted. All came to this matter, and there was no way to avoid it. ”

"This one is not bad, it really has its own merits with the newly departed Liu Gongzi, and it is difficult to distinguish between them. If they have a poetry solitaire, it will be very interesting, but unfortunately Liu Gongzi took the first step. The old man admired it and said with regret.

"This one is also exquisite, but it is a little better than the previous one. The knife-faced man reluctantly squeezed a few words out of the corners of his mouth.

Fan Zhongyan said catchily again, ""Picking Silver Lantern" - last night because I watched Shu Zhi. Laughing Cao Cao, Sun Quan, Liu Bei. exhausted the organs, in vain, only three points of heaven and earth. Thinking carefully, competing for the same, Liu Ling was drunk. No one is 100 years old. Young idiot, old and old. Only in the middle, some teenagers, endure the fame. A product and a daughter, ask the white hair, how to avoid. ”

"Zhu Xi said that Fan Zhongyan is the first-rate person in heaven and earth in history, which is really not an exaggeration. I said with a sigh.

"I haven't heard this song, but I feel very atmospheric, with a sense of pointing out the country and laughing at the heroes. Xiao Fei also said with admiration.

"It's just a young man's arrogance, why does he point out the heroes, he doesn't even have half of my courage, I don't dare to say anything!" said the knife-faced man dissatisfiedly.

"I think the writing is good, the artistic conception is open and deep, and it is very thoughtful. The middle-aged man smiled slightly, and sneered at each other.

"Fixing the Storm" - Luo Qi is full of spring in the city. Look for Fang on Baihua Island. Pu Ying □ Hua Hua Ying Pu. Endlessly. Suddenly into the Taoyuan Road. Don't blame the mountain Weng to talk about Yiyu. Fame and fame are lost in hours. The warbler interprets the new sound and the butterfly interprets the dance. Talent with. There is no joy in fighting for my generation. Fan Zhongyan's thoughts flew thousands of miles away.

"Fan Zhongyan is really far-sighted, showing his broad-mindedness and noble temperament with the world as his own responsibility. Xiao Fei said happily.

Everyone also applauded, only the knife-faced man, who reluctantly squinted his eyes and stood with his hands down, disappointed.

Fan Zhongyan was also happy, and he was proud for a while, and Mao recommended himself, "I can also dance with a sword." "It's really a flash of inspiration, and I blurted out, I don't want to think that there are so many superb swordsmen who have preconceived ideas before, it's just forgetful, but I don't have time to stop him.

Although the ordinary iron sword, in Fan Zhongyan's hand, danced quite well, he can be literate and martial, and he can dance and ink, which is not bad. However, compared with the previous swordsmen, there is indeed a sense of being in the classroom, and the mysterious sense of the swordsman disappears into the clouds, and it feels as ordinary as a primary school student performing radio gymnastics.

There was sparse applause below, and the girls were also very disappointed, and Fan Zhongyan stood there embarrassed.

"Oh, but that's it, I can go up and perform, this swordsmanship is really far from the few swordsmen just now, one in the sky and one on the ground. Those people are very happy, and this person's performance is very happy. The knife-faced man was in high spirits and eager to try.

"It's better for young people to be modest and cautious, especially to leave room for speech, and learn to speak. The old man said with a dry smile. At this time, a person in the crowd rushed forward, and accidentally stepped on the knife face, I don't know if it was intentional or what.

"You are really strange, what are you doing, what are you stepping on me for, it's really rude! I tried so hard and didn't report my name, don't go up, it's useless to squeeze around, it's useless. The knife-faced man shouted loudly in dissatisfaction, and he didn't know when, but someone behind him leaned forward, as if he was desperately squeezing onto the stage, not knowing what to do. Hearing the dissatisfaction of the sword-faced man, the man turned a deaf ear and moved forward with all his heart.

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