Listening to Fang Fengzhu laughing and explaining, Fang Yizhi was full of black lines for a while.

"You've made me so miserable! You can see how foreign I looked, right, I was still ...... at the time And preached Erlang? Fang Yi glared at the two of them and asked with a straight face.

Fang Fengzhu put away her smile and apologized obediently: "Brother, I'm sorry, it was Erlang who asked me to do this." ”

This explanation is equivalent to her admitting that the family is looking at Fang Yiai.

"Those two poems were also written by Erlang!" Lu asked incredulously how much he didn't know his son.

The two poems that Fang Yizhi said, Lu Shi naturally heard it, and he was really surprised because of this, they are all masterpieces that can be passed down through the ages, but he never thought that it was written by his own son, and he couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Fang Xuanling didn't show too much surprise, but his eyes lit up a little, and he was obviously proud of his son.

Lu Shi's interruption, Fang Yizhi didn't bother the two of them, he wasn't angry, he just felt that he was making a joke, and his face was a little unbearable.

However, this is not the end.

Fang Yizhi turned to Su Shan again, and said politely, "Brother and sister......"

As soon as he said this, before he could say a reason, the family looked at Su Shan neatly, Fang Xuanling guessed it at once, grabbed the topic and asked, "Could it be ...... The song 'When is the bright moon' also written by Erlang? ”

Although the poems mentioned just now are quite good, and they also highlight the talent of Fang Yiai, there are many people who can write them in the world.

However, the song "Water Tune Song Head" is called a swan song for the ages, and there is even a saying that "as soon as this word comes out, the Mid-Autumn Festival words in the world will be wasted".

However, without waiting for Fang Yiai and Su Shan to answer, Fang Xuanling immediately shook his head and said: "No, you kid is young, how can you have the feeling of 'people have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny'?" ”

Fang Xuanling paused, a bad thought lingered in his heart, and looked at his son, "...... It can't be, where did you copy it from? ”

Lao Fang is a traditional scholar, not ashamed of people to cheat in learning, although he loves his son, but he hopes that he will take the right path.

When he asked, the room fell silent, and everyone looked at Fang Yiai, waiting for Fang Yiai's answer.

A family, except for the category of Fang Yiai, no one is without ink, of course, I understand that although poetry is occasionally natural, all of them are inspired by feelings.

Without that experience, I can't write such a sentence.

Fang Yi smiled bitterly in his love, and the old house really had insight into the situation, and he immediately noticed the problem.

But.

After learning that he was drunk and wrote poems, he thought about countermeasures, and he did not show any panic.

"I was completely drunk and couldn't remember it very well...... I vaguely remember seeing a full moon in the sky, a trace of memory in the depths of my mind, the scene of playing with my playmates in my hometown of Linzi as a child......"

Speaking of this, Fang Yiai looked reminiscing, he was indeed reminiscing in his mind, recalling his relatives in the previous life.

In order to fulfill this lie, he made a special inquiry, he was not in Chang'an since he was a child, the world was in turmoil at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and Fang Xuanling went to the county because of the incident, and sent their mother and daughter back to their hometown.

It's just that......

Fang Yiai's voice fell, the restaurant fell silent, and the family's eyes were full of thoughts, after their family moved to Chang'an, they had indeed not returned to their hometown for a long time.

Sensing that Fang Yiai's mood was not high, Su Shan changed her usual reserve, reached over and pulled the corner of his clothes, and was grasped by Fang Yiai, blushing and bowing her head to eat seriously.

Looking at the small movements of the young couple, Fang Xuanling and Lu smiled heartily, very satisfied, and their emotions passed.

Lu asked, "Erlang, what else are you hiding from us?" ”

Sensing everyone's attention, Su Shan's hand twitched, but she couldn't pull it out, she quickly shifted her attention and said in a hurry: ""Red Mansion" is also written by Xianggong......

"Ahh

At this moment, the female relatives of the family were surprised.

The eldest sister-in-law and younger sister were dumbfounded, like five thunderbolts, the idol they had always worshipped was by their side without knowing it!

"Brother, when will you come out?"

"It depends."

In this regard, Fang Xuanling didn't care too much.

In ancient times, the real literary works were still a subset of classics and history, which belonged to the non-stream, and although the Red Chamber was very exciting, it was still a few points behind.

……

Meanwhile.

This news swept the entire Chang'an.

Fang Yizhi has been busy in the house since yesterday, and now even he knows about it, you can imagine how sensational this matter is in Chang'an!

Su Shan's sisters have been discussing this topic yesterday and have not stopped.

"Ten poems in one breath, what kind of talent can you write?"

"Sister Xiao is a bit exaggerated, presumably Fang Erlang has been prepared, but making ten hypnotic poems, the worst is only a normal level, and his talent is by no means ordinary."

"How can Fang Yiai have such a poetic talent? It seems that both you and I have been deceived by his appearance. Did I miss something......"

"Ahh I still...... In front of Su Shan's sister, I dislike Fang Erlang for being useless and ashamed, I may really be blind. ”

As soon as she said this, the scene suddenly quieted down, no one present said that Fang Yiai was not, when the mystery was revealed, at this time they all felt panicked on their faces.

"You say...... Will Sister Su know in advance whether she laughed at us in her heart at that time. ”

A girl said casually, everyone was stunned when they heard this, and someone gave a positive answer, "Thinking about Sister Su's words at that time, she must know all this." ”

"So...... Will the person who composes poetry on the night of the last yuan ...... Is it the love of the house? ”

"Hmmm! There is a good chance ......"

"No wonder, Sister Su is bent on marrying him, and now it seems that the two of them are talented and beautiful, and they are very compatible."

"That'...... From the hands of Princess Han, there are also two ownerless poems......"

A group of sisters, gathered together, peeled off the cocoon little by little, and quickly found the truth of the matter, but this result surprised them, and even subverted the three views a little.

"No, I really can't wait, I'm going to go to Sister Su to ask for clarification."

This curiosity in his heart was like a hundred claws scratching his heart, and finally someone couldn't help it and wanted to run to Su Shan to confirm.

……

"Scared! Will Fang bereaved love to compose poems? I also made ten songs in a row! ”

"Impossible! I must have woken up this morning in the wrong way, and God played a joke on me. ”

In Chang'an City, there are too many people who are as curious as them!

Since yesterday, it has spread on a small scale, and today, the whole Chang'an is well known, at first some people thought it was a joke, and slowly their attitudes began to change.

They can deduce that others can't make sense.

In fact, it is not difficult to think that several masterless poems are all passed down from the people around him, and it is easy to associate them together.

I hadn't thought about him before, but this news was like a thread in a mess, slowly sorting everything out.

It's just that.

The closer you get to the truth, the more shocked people are!