Fan Zeng looked like he didn't care about himself, he only cared about drinking and drinking, and didn't pay attention to the ups and downs of the outside world.

Fan Siyuan still knew this move in his heart, when Dongluo was still the king of Han, Chen Baxian was not dead, he paid close attention to Dongluo, and he never relaxed his vigilance against this potential enemy.

It can be said that he has heard everything that Dongluo has experienced.

A person who has been in private school for a few days at most, has only read a few catties and a few taels of moral articles, and praised you for your literary and martial arts, you really think that you have both ability and political integrity, so you want to teach others.

You are not ashamed, who is ashamed?

Fan Zeng took a sip of wine slowly, this person is confident! But being confident to the point of being conceited is not a good thing.

In fact, there are not a few people who have the same idea as Fan Zeng, and every family and sect are very concerned about this kind of person who can determine the ownership of their own ancestral temple.

It can be said that when Dongluo stepped into the land of Chen, he was in Weicheng and Luoyang, but all the information they could find out had already been presented to their desks, and they didn't know how many times they had read it.

Who doesn't know that King Han has only been to private school for a few days, how much ink can such a person have in his stomach, Lord Xiao Fan said that he sang and drank poetry, and played the piano and chess, didn't he deliberately embarrass him?

For a while, the hundred officials watched the play and were silent, while the people of the Immortal Family Sect explained like some people who didn't understand the Tao of it.

"It is said that this Han King grew up in a small border town, he has not read a book for a few days, and he may not even know a few big characters, and Lord Xiao Fan sings and harmonizes with his poems, is this clearly bullying his shallow knowledge, and is he ready to let everyone see his jokes?" said a mountain fairy in a low voice, with a joke on his face that could not be hidden.

Someone else spoke: "This Han King is also a thick-skinned lord, and Lord Xiao Fan is also a person! That is an expert in poetry and songs, do you want his advice?"

"That's right! Lord Xiao Fan has always been a gentleman, he once studied under my Chen Guo Qiyan Holy Hand Du Sanxing, writing poems and paintings, which is also one of the best in my Chen Guo literary circle, I guess that Lord Xiao Fan said this in order not to let the feast be cold, but this Han King is too ignorant! I really think that if I am the King of Han, I am invincible in the world!"

......

The words of those Jianghu people outside were naturally heard clearly, and he directly chose to ignore these disgusting rat feces that Fan Siyuan spent money on.

On the contrary, he was thinking in his heart, you can hold it! Later, how high you hold him Fan Siyuan, how painful it will be to fall.

Dongluo said with a smile: "Master Fan is so studious, if this king hides it again, it really can't be said." Poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, coincidentally, these kings know a little bit about it. What do you want the king to teach you?"

Fan Siyuan didn't think about it and said directly: "Poetry and harmony." ”

Fan Siyuan was furious, but he also knew that this was not the time to be angry, if he was angry at this time, it would inevitably damage his reputation if he was spread by good deeds.

The reason why he chose to sing and reconcile with Dongluo's poems this time was not only because he wanted to be disgusted and disgusted with Dongluo, but also

I want to take this opportunity to increase my reputation among the celebrities in Chang'an.

Stepping on the throne of King Han, it feels exciting to think about it.

Dongluo is not surprised that Fan Siyuan can choose poems and sing harmony.

Poetry singing and not compared to others, poetry is the most test of a person's literary literacy and life experience, the two are not enough, even if you cultivate how high you can't write famous sentences that have been praised through the ages.

The qinqi calligraphy and painting is not, the cultivation is enough, the pen is running, the fingering is fragrant, the layout of the falling, the heart of the furrow is self-generated, the learning is fast, the natural will be fast, the past feel that the jerky will suddenly open up, of course, this also means that the qin, chess, calligraphy and painting for the practitioner is not difficult to get started, but if you want to be proficient, you still have to rely on time and talent to slowly pile up, and the cultivation is only an auxiliary role.

Poetry, the emphasis is on a clever hand, no talent, no experience, the things written are also flashy, no matter how much time you spend, it is also versatile.

Of course, for a person who can't read big words, no matter how talented he is, no matter how much time he has, it is a waste.

It can be seen that Fan Siyuan's choice to sing and harmonize with his poems can be said to have taken all possible accidents into account, and the level of qin, chess, calligraphy and painting can be raised with the improvement of people's cultivation. But poetic literacy doesn't.

Therefore, some people who pretend to be elegant at the banquet will listen to the silk and bamboo orchestra and recite poems and songs, Fan Siyuan chose the poems of the most examined people to sing and harmonize, it seems that he wants to see him ugly!

It's just that Dongluo didn't care, and said very generously: "This king is a warm-hearted person, since you want this king to teach you poetry and singing, it's not impossible." But you have to tell me first, how to sing this poem and harmony!"

The officials were in an uproar, looking at each other, not knowing if this Han King really didn't know! They have a lot of questions in their minds, but on this occasion, they should not say it.

Those people in the rivers and lakes don't have so many scruples, laughing, who is not a long-sleeved person who is good at dancing, the skill of the banquet can be described as a door, and there are still people who don't know how to sing and drink poetry.

"Is this King of Han a pistachio sent by Zhou Tianzi? I don't even know how to sing poetry, has he never been out of Luoyang!"

"Shh, after all, King Han is from a small border town, and he may not even have read a few poems, and he knows how to sing poems and such elegant things. It was too embarrassing for him. ”

......

Xue Nianci's face did not change, and she concentrated on eating and drinking.

Wang Xifeng stroked his forehead with both hands, his head lowered slightly, and he really wanted to say that this old man hat came from here! I don't know him.

Dongluo shrugged his shoulders, he really didn't know what poetry and singing was!

Fan Siyuan pondered for a while and said: "Poetry singing harmony is a random proposition, so as to compose poetry, the fast and good wins, the slow and inferior lose, and the loser drinks to help the fun." ”

Dongluo suddenly realized, so it was, he thought that this poem was sung and sung in harmony!

Dongluo drank all the wine in the cup, and said very casually: "Since this is the case, then you can solve the problem!"

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Over, I just wanted to fill my wine glass.

Fan Zeng chuckled lightly and kindly reminded: "Lord Wang, drink slowly, I'm afraid I won't be able to drink it later." ”

The reminder is kind, but the meaning of the words doesn't look like kindness no matter how you look at it.

Dongluo really put down the wine jug and stopped pouring wine, "What Mrs. Fan said is very true, this king is indeed a little overwhelmed. ”

Fan Siyuan thought for a while in the center of the hall, as if he felt that if he wrote a poem again, it would be a little biased, and even if he won, he would inevitably fall into his mouth.

So I had to find another person to come up with this poem.

He first pretended to look for a while among the hundred officials in Chang'an and did not find a suitable person, and then turned his eyes to the group of Jianghu people, selected for a while, and finally picked out an old man.

"Lord Wang, if the lower official comes up with the question and then composes the poem, it is inevitable that he will fall into the tongue if he wins, so the lower official has selected a person, who is Mr. Du of Du San Province, who is known as the holy hand of seven words in Chang'an City, how do you think he will make the question?"

Dongluo's smile is weird, no wonder you used to be as picky as buying vegetables in the vegetable market! Who knows if you hooked up with this person, complicit, but even if there is, Dongluo doesn't matter, it doesn't matter if he is Du San Province or Du Si Province, as long as it is not Du Shaoling Du Old Man, he will not be false.

Dongluo pondered for a moment and then said, "That Master Fan, don't you think it's too monotonous for the two of us to sing poetry like this?"

Wang Xifeng, who wanted to see Dongluo's jokes, sneered in his heart, wasn't he quite good before? Now that he is really about to start comparing, he will be cowardly.

Wang Xifeng hurriedly lowered her head.

I can't afford to lose this person.

The rest of the hall was not in an uproar, but they were also whispering.

"This Han King can't be cowardly, right?"

"I think it's possible. ”

......

Fan Siyuan is really a little anxious this time, he has finally come to this point, you told me that you want to escape, so how can I raise my reputation, and how can I still see your jokes.

Fan Siyuan said in a deep voice: "Does the prince want to admit defeat?"

He bites the word defeat very hard.

"Admit defeat?" Dong Luoleng snorted: "How can this king be the kind of person who admits defeat." ”

It's good if not.

Fan Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Dongluo stood up and said: "This king just thinks that since everyone is here to wash the dust for this king, then this king can't snub everyone here, and only play that boring poetry and singing with you." ”

Dongluo looked around and said: "It's better to be happy alone than to be happy, this king decided to take out a million medium-grade spirit stones to help everyone." ”

One million medium-grade spirit stones, that is not a small amount, and everyone is extremely curious to look at Dongluo.

Dongluo made a glance at Xue Nianci.

Xue Nianci said with tacit understanding: "Since the prince has spoken, he is not talented, he is willing to come to make a village and open a plate, and bet on whether the result of this poetry and singing is whether the king of Han wins or Fan Gongzi wins, the odds are one, everyone can bet at will and ask for a lottery." ”

After finishing speaking, Xue Nian Ci followed

In the mustard seed, he put a million medium-grade spirit stones in the center of the hall, lit up the capital, and then took it back.

Dongluo looked at Fan Zeng, "Do you want to come and play too, it shouldn't be difficult to earn 180,000 medium-grade spirit stones from this king as you." ”

Fan Zeng glanced at Fan Siyuan, and immediately smiled after getting his affirmative look: "Since the prince has this Yaxing, then the king will bet 100,000 medium-grade spirit stones to buy Xiao'er." ”

"It's too grandiose. ”

Dongluo snorted lightly in his heart, despised himself, he was really embarrassed to say anything about money.

Dongluo laughed and said, "Wang Xifeng, go and collect the bets of the Taifu and the lords of the adults." ”

Wang Xifeng, who had already pressed his head very low, heard Dongluo call him, and reluctantly took the spirit stone that Taifu had drawn from Sumeru, and then walked to the hundred officials of Chang'an.

After accepting a few people, Wang Xifeng finally understood why Dongluo asked her to collect the bet, this group of old perverts saw him like a cat smelling fishy, in order to show in front of her, charge a big sum, and win Fan Zeng's favor, originally only planned to bet on Fan Siyuan 10,000 spirit stones, and stiffly tightened his belt to 15,000.

Originally, he just wanted to withdraw as soon as possible, but Wang Xifeng thought that that fool dared to let her betray her hue, so he immediately used all his strength to collect a large number of spirit stones.

Don't you have a lot of money? Then the old lady will let you lose it all today.

After a while, all the bets have been recovered, about nearly one million medium-grade spirit stones, most of them are won by Fan Siyuan, and only those who buy Dongluo to win can be worth more than 100,000 low-grade spirit stones.

I don't know who is deliberately mocking Winterfall.

Satisfied, Dongluo said to Du Sanxing: "Mr. Du, please ask the question!"

The old Du Sansheng stood in the center of the main hall, looked around, pointed to an extremely high mountain stone scenery in the hall and said, "Let's take this as the topic!"

Dongluo looked at Du Sanxing's fingers, and saw a few bushes of green bamboos standing proudly on several mountain rocks, and the green bamboos were clinging to the mountain stones, and they were still standing tall and motionless despite the strong wind.

As soon as Du Sanxing's voice fell, in the face of this situation, Dongluo blurted out, "Poetry, I have already made it." ”

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Extinction" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~