"Haha, I have no intention of fighting for spring, and I am jealous."

Fang Yiai smiled bitterly, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, the scholars present heard this, and their eyes were inevitably a little ashamed, who of them had never been jealous of Fang Yiai?

A gentleman who doesn't learn or knows how to do it, suddenly has outstanding talent and writes famous poems through the ages!

"You wait for me to say that 'the young man doesn't know the taste of sorrow, and he is strong to say sorrow for the new words', 'and now the time is sad, and I want to say that I will rest, but I say that the weather is cool and autumn'......"

"'How sad can you be? It's like a river flowing eastward', hahaha......"

Knock knock knock......

Fang Yiai chanted loudly, and after saying it in one breath, the wine glass on the table was already empty, he directly picked up the wine jug, pointed to the mouth of the pot, and raised his head to drink wildly.

After drinking, he touched it roughly, and wiped the wine stains from his mouth.

But no one said that he was rude, and he didn't feel a sense of disobedience, which is very much in line with his current image, a madman who wantonly sways his talents.

People are crazy! Poetry is also crazy!

When the sentence "but the weather is cool for a good autumn", listening to the ears of readers, they seem to hear it, Fang Yiai is speechless, and the depression in his heart.

For a while, the self-blame in my heart deepened!

"Mr. Crane Weng, these songs copied in my dream, I wonder if they can be Mr. Masterpiece?"

Fang Yiai was not ready to forget it, he called Crane Weng "sir" for the first time, but anyone could hear the mockery.

“…… Or is there anyone in Cui's who has the ink treasure of these poems? He won't let go of Cui's family, how many times he stabbed him in the back, how could he give them good fruits to eat.

"Fang Yiai, you don't want to deceive people too much!"

Cui Shen said sharply. Fang Yiai smiled presumptuously and said: "Cui's is also a poetry and book heirloom, how can he do the thing of chickens and dogs?" ”

In the face of a few famous sentences through the ages, Du He and Cui Shen became turtles with shrunken heads, and Crane Weng's face was as white as paper, and his face was sluggish, obviously still shocked by these residual sentences.

"Look up to the sky and laugh and go out, how can my generation be a Penghao person."

Then, Fang Yiai directly ignored everyone, took Susan's hand and left, and a verse came from outside the door, as well as his wanton ridicule, "Hahaha, boring and boring!" It's boring! ……”

The two maids came back to their senses, and hurriedly got up to catch up, and in the laughter of Fang Yiai, a group of four disappeared into the crowd.

In fact, Li Ke is like catching up.

But thinking of his father's entrustment, the royal sisters are still here, and it is impossible for him to leave it alone and go to chase after his bereavement. He thought about it, maybe it would be more interesting to stay, and look at the faces of these people.

The scene was silent!

The scholars looked at each other, and the last line of the poem was cynical, definitely cynical!

This poem is like a sharp sword, piercing the heart of the crane!

Basil, the people of the grass and the wilderness also.

Although he has a very high status among the literati and is very knowledgeable, his high level was forced out, and when he was young, he ate too much but couldn't, so he was an idle cloud and a wild crane.

He has never been in the office in his life, so it is not wrong to say that he is Basil.

Not only the crane Weng, but many people at the scene had ugly faces, and they automatically took their seats and automatically classified them into the basil list.

In their opinion, it was Fang Yiai who didn't want to be with the people of the grass, so he took his wife to the sky and laughed, leaving a room of basil people.

They are powerless to refute, or even speechless.

Mad!

It's crazy!

But people have crazy capital, as far as the remnants of the sentence he recited tonight are not quatrains for the ages, I don't know what a complete poem looks like?

"Poof—"

He Weng was so angry that he was so angry that he was angry about what he did tonight, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

After a period of scramble, Heweng was helped down, and was sent to the medicine house by the Cui family, where he went to seek medical treatment, and the scene began to be discussed......

"Selling fame and reputation!"

Cui Shen couldn't say it in his heart, and still wanted to pour dirty water on Fang Yiai and nail him to the pillar of shame.

It's just that...... When he first took out the manuscript of the poem, he said this sentence to be believed, but by this moment, his credibility had been damaged by ninety percent, and there were only a few listeners.

He fell into an embarrassing situation all of a sudden, no one paid attention to him, and the scholars chatted to themselves.

"That's really...... Unleash your talents! ”

"Fang Erlang is so talented, opening his mouth is a quatrain for the ages, why should this kind of person copy poems!"

"Alas! I misunderstood him. ”

"It's just that so many poems are fragments, and they are not beautiful......"

Speaking of this, the scene fell silent again, and one by one their faces were tangled, as if they were scratching their hearts with a hundred claws, "I really look forward to the full picture of these poems, what will it be?" ”

Everyone subconsciously looked in the direction of Cui Shen, hoping that Heweng could complete these fragments.

However, only Cui Shen was left here, and in a sigh, everyone shook their heads in disappointment and withdrew their gazes, the meaning was obvious - he couldn't!

Seeing this scene, Cui Shen almost vomited blood in anger!

How he wanted to stand up, and pat his chest with pride; "I can!"

However, as soon as he thought of these verses, he suddenly wilted, lost his temper, he had self-knowledge, and he could not write these fragments by himself.

Du He's heart was even more bitter!

How many times has this been? Back to Fang Yiai's place to touch a nose of ash, the number of times I ate deflated, I can't count the number of times.

He hates!

He Shengdu!

……

Poetry will be outside.

Fang Yiai took Susan's hand and continued to visit the Lantern Festival.

Susan changed her usual shyness, so she let Fang Yiai lead her, and the two walked down the street. After walking far enough away to confirm that the poetry club could not see it, Susan's footsteps stopped abruptly, and the two clasped their hands, so Fang Yiai also stopped.

He looked back at his daughter-in-law and saw that Susan's eyes were full of worry.

She was afraid that Fang Yi's love would be uncomfortable, so she was suffocated in her heart, and asked with concern: "Xianggong, are you okay?" ”

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Fang Yiai pinched her Qiong nose and smiled easily.

Seeing that her worries were not exhausted, Fang Yiai patiently explained: "Cui Shen's plan, from the moment they started talking, I had a guess. After that, everything was expected, so I played it to them, and the lady didn't have to worry about me. ”

Susan looked at him seriously and made sure that she wasn't lying, and then Susan nodded before laughing.

Feeling Susan's love, Fang Yi's love was almost melted, and he raised the hand he was holding with Susan and said, "What more can you ask for if you have a wife like this, you and I: hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son." ”

Gao Yang returned to the palace

He smiled and blushed, and he never stopped writing poems since he left his love and poems at the poetry meeting

Shu'er, you say, do I like Fang Yiai's talent, or do I like others?

But I have a strange idea, I don't want to be embarrassed by my love

"Princess, what are you talking about, isn't your talent just the love of Fang's beloved......"

"But others can be talented,"

It doesn't matter, if you like it, chase it