The scholar who presided over tonight's poetry meeting in the hall was surnamed Hong Dan and his name was a song, and when he saw this uninvited guest in tattered clothes, he was not ashamed to be scared away, but sat down calmly, and his brows gradually wrinkled.

Tonight is an elegant meeting, whether you know each other or not, talented people and talented women are naturally welcome. But this tattered young man who didn't know from which village he came out of was sitting here, it was a big sight, don't you come to eat and drink?

Hong Song was born in the famous Jinxi Hong family in the county, and has always been good at traveling, and gathered a group of colleagues to form a poetry and literature club. In Chun'an County, even if he has never seen talented people, he will have heard of them more or less. But I have never heard of such a person in front of me, and I have never heard of any celebrities passing through the border recently.

Pretending to be a high-ranking person in front of him is tantamount to self-inflicted humiliation, could it be that an unsophisticated young man broke in by mistake? Thinking of this, Hong Song couldn't help but laugh and said: "Although there may not be a Hongru here, there is definitely no white exchange." Er's clothes are ragged, and He Deng is well-dressed in an elegant hall? ”

Fang Yingwu only looked at the bead curtain, and was very curious about the appearance of courtesans in this era, but replied casually: "But where ordinary merchants and girls live, who is not allowed to enter the house?" Dare to ask what is Ya? Since you are called Confucianism, could it be that the saints have taught you to judge people by their appearance? ”

Hong Song was speechless for a while, but he also heard that the other party's conversation was by no means owned by ordinary villagers, and it seemed that he had read a book. There was a humane next to him: "Why should Brother Hong bother to talk too much, try him out of the question, and naturally retreat from the difficulty." ”

Hong Song heard that he had an idea, looked at Fang Yingwu's body, and continued to say in a mocking tone: "This friend is very angry, we don't know the depth, we don't know how to entertain. Now I have a question, you can make poems in ragged green robes, not limited to the rhythm, please show your talents. ”

A low laugh suddenly sounded in the room, and someone commented: "Brother Hong's topic is also bad enough, it is embarrassing and shameless, but it is good to invite someone to leave." ”

"Yes, the topic is too narrow. Not to mention that this kind of poetry is difficult to write, even if it is barely a sentence, I am afraid that my face will not look good. ”

Fang Yingwu turned a deaf ear to the laughter, turned around in his mind a few times, still carelessly, and said weakly: "Ragged green robe, Yang wind is blowing, and dreams follow me to see Yingzhou." Sigh who is mending, has spent three autumns. Fighting for thousands of lines, far-fetched, habitual curtain hooks. Sometimes, the guests come and go, and Yu stays."

Everyone was surprised, regardless of whether this poem was good or bad, it really made him improvise a poem, and it was not such a short thing as a quatrain, which was really amazing. You must know that Cao Zijian, who is only eight years old, has seven steps to become a poem, and he has only written five words and four sentences.

Immediately, someone figured out the way out of the door and explained to the left and right: "It must be this person who knows that his clothes are shabby, so he usually prepares poems and takes them out at this time." It's like my generation preparing for the exam. ”

The person next to him nodded and said, "Look at his calm appearance, he must have come prepared, so it is not surprising." ”

Someone else deliberately shouted: "It's just a pile of words, barely smooth, it doesn't mean much!" ”

Fang Yingwu didn't move, his voice also raised a few points, and he continued to chant with a few sonorous voices: "What do you want? This kind of robe has always been followed, and it is also gentle. I want to be more romantic. I also remembered Wang Meng in the past, the linen clothes were short, and the world was like a chip. Catching the bright moon, the mind is clear and the bones are cold, and it is thick for the time being. ”

Fan Dan, a famous man in the Eastern Han Dynasty, moved the world with the name of poverty and festivals; Wang Meng, the former Qin Xianxiang, saw the emperor in linen shorts when he was not developed.

Hearing the sentences of Fan Danbaijie, more amorous, Wang Meng's Mai, and the world's top chips, everyone in the house only felt that they were heroic, uninhibited, and extraordinary, and filled their hearts. And coming out of the mouth of this young man with a cold expression in front of him is even more charming.

After reading the whole poem, it ended with Fan Dan and Wang Meng, who were ancient celebrities, Fang Yingwu seemed to be worried that others in the room would not be able to hear what the tone was, and kindly reminded, "The word card is a for the Phoenix Stage." ”

But at this time, there were seventeen people in the hall, and none of them responded, and they were quiet for a while, still because the contrast was too great. At this time, others looked at Fang Yingwu again, as if they suddenly found that his original appearance and bearing were out of the group, and he did not look like a mountain village man who had accidentally entered the Peach Blossom Spring.

Hong Song shook his head with a wry smile, this poem does not contain the meaning of mocking himself for being well-dressed. He was still puzzled, from which stone did this young man come from? As soon as he appeared, he stole the limelight.

Regardless of whether this person's poem is filled in or prepared, since it can be taken out, it is not easy to drive people away. After all, tonight is a poetry meeting, how can there be a reason to blast talented people away, and spreading it out only means that he is narrow-minded.

Thinking of this, Hong Song turned around, no longer looked at Fang Yingwu, and coughed heavily, "It's not early, please come out of Miss Baimei!" ”

Everyone shifted their attention and turned their heads sideways. The bead curtain shook over there, and Fang Yingwu also looked at it curiously, and a delicate beauty like a willow in the wind flashed from behind the hall.

I saw that she was about ten years old, with temples and clouds, thin fat powder, elegant and pleasant, if she wasn't in Pingkang, she would have to be recognized as a weak boudoir in the deep house.

Seeing her low eyebrows and smiling lightly, shy and timid, she blushed slightly and said softly: "Sons Wan'an." ”

Fang Yingwu's curiosity was satisfied, it turned out that the scholars all liked this kind of lady's tune, is this an ancient version of the role of the horn?

The principal, Hong Song, pulled out a peach blossom from his sleeve like a trick, "Bai Lotian poems, the world is full of fragrant flowers in April, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are in full bloom." I went to the mountains yesterday and picked peach blossom branches."

Halfway through his words, Hong Song suddenly put the peach blossom on the white plum girl's sideburns, and smiled at everyone: "Now take the peach blossom as the theme, the poems are not limited, and all the gentlemen will show their strengths!" ”

Miss Baimei seemed to be unable to bear the teasing of Hong Gongzi, so she turned her head sideways in shame, covered her face with her sleeves, and did not dare to face everyone.

Clever people immediately realized that this was a difficult subject. The peach blossom is a symbol of beauty and lightness in the poem, but this peach blossom is inserted in the temples of the beauty in front of him, so he can't write like that.

Everyone racked their brains, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became quiet. Suddenly, the silence was interrupted by the sound of a clear chant from the corner.

"Warm and greasy, pitiful, light and even. The new warm skin is red and jade, and the evening breeze blows the wine and fades chun, "Who is this the young man who just acted as an uninvited guest?"

If there was no one around, Fang Yingwu continued to recite: "Peeping at the wall is like smiling, and the other side is speechless so it's annoying. Don't look at it lightly, the Yang family sisters are the predecessors. ”

It's very haode a song of seven laws, it seems to write flowers and people, there are flowers in flowers, and it is very relevant, and it is very good to put it in the current atmosphere.

Everyone was speechless, but there was a cold scene in the hall. If it is an acquaintance, everyone can laugh a few times, cheer a few times, and praise a few times, but who knows this person? The point is that no one is sure to write more Haode poems than this, and the gap is too great.

The so-called poetry meeting should be lively when each has its own merits and comments on each other, and once there is a person or work that overwhelms the crowd, it will be cold, which is not necessarily a good thing for the party itself. For example, in the current situation

As the president of this poetry society, Hong Song felt very shameless, and he gathered seventeen colleagues to gather here, just to praise each other and create the reputation of this poetry society. But now it's just a flying disaster, and this person who suddenly appeared has messed up his jihua.

Hong Song is still a person who is a little measured, he smiled bitterly, stopped presiding and walked to Fang Yingwu, and asked: "Meeting is fate, I don't know who my friends are?" ”

Fang Yingwu let out a long sigh, "Your Excellency finally remembered to ask my name, but tonight is all the fun!" ”

After that, Fang Yingwu pushed away the table, got up and walked to the door, and said half-singing and half-chanting: "The wild crane is idle for half a year, and the mountains and streams sleep in the happy moon." Who can talk about words at home? I'm only ashamed of the lack of wine money in my waist! ”

The four sentences entered the ears, and a picture of "a high-ranking hermit frolicking in the mountains and forests" automatically appeared in everyone's minds.

This mysterious young man seems to have appeared out of thin air, a disdainful and arrogant person who dares to say, "Who can talk about words in the sea".

Listening to his four ballads, he must be a mountain man who lives in seclusion in the county, and there is nothing else in Chun'an County, that is, there are many mountains and streams, and it is known as the county of thousands of mountains and rivers. Is there really a great talent hidden in the middle?

He is full of talent but not in the world, he lingers in the mountains, forests and springs and flows lonely and self-appreciation, he takes advantage of the moon to walk on the red dust, he leaves a few poems where he is happy, and at this time he is exhausted and has to drift away.

Quiet and superb, I can't wait for it, I saw such a master tonight, it's worth it!

Hong Song hurriedly shouted: "Dare to ask Your Excellency's surname, who is the person?" ”

With his back to everyone, Fang Yingwu waved his sleeves in a chic manner, and replied: "My cloth clothes, leisurely wandering in the mountains and forests, just reading a few times at leisure, it is difficult to get into the elegant hall, don't pass by!" ”

The deeds of the master are extraordinary, and everyone is in a trance for a while.

Walking to the platform outside the lobby door, facing outward, Fang Yingwu looked bright. He gritted his teeth and forced a smile, at this time, he must not laugh out very tastelessly, otherwise he will be a goof.

He saw that others didn't know anything about him, and since he didn't understand, he would have a sense of mystery, so he took the initiative to strengthen this sense of mystery, and the more mysterious the better.

So he had an idea to create a lonely and unearthly image of a high-ranking hermit. Because the hearts of scholars are more or less a bit of a hermit complex, otherwise how could the mountain people in the middle and late Ming Dynasty suddenly become popular.

It is conceivable that after tonight, they will inevitably become famous, and many people will go around asking who they are and where they live. Word of mouth fuels the flames, so that the fame comes more violently!

Immediately, Fang Yingwu thought again, Jihua is not as good as changing, since he wants to maintain a sense of mystery, he can't go to the county school tomorrow to find a teacher to ask for his father's food, and after seeing the county, he will go home quickly, and he must not stay in the county seat. If you lose your mystery, you're not interested.

The ambitious party should have decided on the plan, and was about to step down. Suddenly, I heard a woman's voice in the hall shouting: "The slave family knows, you are Fang Yingwu of Huaxi, and your father is Fang Qingzhi!" ”

This sentence was like thunder, shocking Fang Yingwu to a great shock. What the? Someone actually recognized him, so what is the mystery?

He hurriedly turned around, but found that today's heroine, Miss Baimei, was standing not far behind him at some point. The white girl's previous shy posture was swept away, and a bit of hideousness faintly appeared on her face, and her eyes, which should have been smart, shè a few sharp sword-like lights, stabbing straight at him.

What's going on? Fang Yingwu was helpless for a while, because he didn't understand what was going on at all.

Bai Mei stared at Fang Yingwu stubbornly, gritted her teeth and said, "Three years ago, the slave family gave up her face to a person named Fang Qingzhi and entrusted her life. But he said to the slave family, how the prostitute family entered the walls of the saint's disciples, and the matter of defiling the door should not be mentioned! This is a lifelong shame, and the slave family should thank your father! ”

She was ruthless, and said to everyone: "All the princes here, who has the ability to suppress this son and not come out, the slave family is willing to entrust him with this body to thank him!" Not only is the ransom not a penny, but it is not a problem to put on the makeup! ”

The painting skin constructed by Jing's heart was punctured, Fang Yingwu was speechless and swallowed, people are not as good as heaven, and they were pitted by their father again if they were not careful. Bumped into a careful-eyed woman who was brutally hurt by her father, and she is still a famous woman, and there is a lot of pressure to be retaliated against in the future.

Bai Ri's sentence that the father and the son should inherit it is really a prophecy! This karma is also the karma of karma, and the karma of karma will also be borne by him, who is a son!

In the face of this very mysterious turn, everyone couldn't help but immerse themselves in the emptiness of the illusion of the mountain man Gaoshi being broken, and they were speechless for a while.

Only tonight, the master Hong Song couldn't help but twitch a few times, he only felt that it was too bizarre, and said with a wry smile: "It turns out that your little brother is a descendant of Fang Qing, pretending to be a good god and making a good ghost." This, this, alas! ”

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