Jingguo Xue Palace, Shangshe Fang Mansion.

Yang Yuhuan was dressed in white, as if wearing filial piety clothes, standing in the courtyard, looking at the open gate.

There was no panic or sadness in her eyes, just like an ordinary wife waiting for her husband's return, unusually calm and determined.

On the other side, Ao Huang floated in the air, looking down at the little fox on the ground.

"Boom, boom, boom......" The little fox's voice was subdued.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......" Ao Huang's voice was equally calm and orderly.

A dragon and a fox communicated in a way that others didn't understand at all, and they chatted very speculatively, but the two looked angry and anxious.

Fang Daniu and the others of the Fang family stood quietly behind Yang Yuhuan, constantly sighing.

Tiger in prison.

Several jailers muttered under their breath.

"It's too much to treat Fang Shi like this!"

"When Fang Shi becomes a half-saint in the future, he must take revenge!"

Huo Sijiao kept silent, as if he had forgotten what his boss, Lang Yuansu, the left servant of the Criminal Department, had explained.

The two torture hall jinshi glanced at each other, and they both saw a deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

"How can this be reasonable!" said a torture hall jinshi softly.

The other torture hall jinshi sighed lightly, and then looked at the dungeon window, where he could see Fang Yun inside.

After listening to the words of Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan, Fang Yun pondered for half an hour, and suddenly said, "Please prepare the four treasures of the study." ”

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" saw a dozen jailers running excitedly to get something.

Huo Si Prison still bowed his head and was silent, since Fang Yun began to teach Tianyan, he seemed to have become the most idle person in the Tiger Prison, no longer strictly targeting Fang Yun, but he also did not tell the other party to be lucky, it was completely up to the jailers and officials.

Huo Sijiao tried all his means to get to the top, but he couldn't be harsh on the teachers who taught him, even if it was just an audit. Even if you don't really have a teacher.

After a short time, the jailers brought suitable tables, chairs, and four treasures of the study, and placed them in front of the door of the 13th cell.

The jailer opened the cell door, and then quickly took off the shackles of Xia Yun, and then let Fang Yun sit on a chair, and a jailer used family heirloom methods to massage Fang Yun's blood and loose bones.

Huo Sijiao still turned a blind eye.

The surrounding prisoners also looked at Fang Yun together, for them, Fang Yun was not only a teacher, but also a lifesaver.

"Mr. Fang. Don't worry, think about it first and then write, I'll press your legs and feet first, and make sure you have a spring of thought!" The jailer grinned and squatted under Fang Yun to pinch Fang Yun's legs.

"Don't be a sycophant, let Mr. Fang think well. ”

Everyone immediately controlled their breathing, for fear that the panting sound would affect Fang Yun.

All that remains of the dungeon is the sound of torches burning, jailers pounding their legs, and grinding ink.

Fang Yun sat on a comfortable chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

The reason why the poem was chosen on the day before the first day of December was because I was afraid that using it in advance would give the Lei family of the Zong family enough time to fight back, not to mention. Even if the poem fails, at the last moment, you can use the exemption order given by the Queen Mother.

Fang Yun was not in a hurry, but slowly thought about it, the requirements of the three Zhenguo poems were indeed too high.

A quarter of an hour passed. A faint sadness flashed on Fang Yun's face, and he suddenly picked up his pen, dipped it in thick ink, and first wrote the name of the word brand on the white paper.

"Jiang Chengzi. ”

"In prison, I dreamed that my beloved wife Yuhuan died. For the rest of my life, I wrote this article. ”

Before the text, Fang Yun wrote the reason for this word. It was a dream in the tiger prison, dreaming of the death of his wife Yang Yuhuan, and the dream of himself spending the rest of his life alone.

After that, Fang Yun writes the text.

"Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. ”

The Tiger Prison is not in the Academy, and it cannot directly show talent, so when Fang Yun writes, no talent appears.

However, when writing about "A Thousand Miles of Lonely Graves", a soft cry suddenly came from the entire dungeon.

No one shed tears, and it was suspected that the soul of the dead was crying.

When he wrote "Only a thousand lines of tears", the cry suddenly became louder.

The words are formed, the words are light, ten miles of ink fragrance, a hundred miles of love, and a thousand miles of mourning.

"Tragic words, fourfold visions, will inevitably suppress the country!" Huo Sijiao silently wept while muttering to himself.

I saw that the words on it formed a glimmer, and at the same time, the fragrance of ink spread all over the ten miles.

Within a radius of 100 miles, an indescribable pathos enveloped everyone, and everyone was moved to sadness, down to the newborn baby, to the old man who was dying, whether it was a small child or a generation of Confucians, all of them were affected by the power of this sad poem.

Within a hundred miles, everyone wept bitterly.

Within a thousand miles, countless cries appeared out of thin air, as if the soul of the dead was crying.

Even Fang Yun was affected by Baili teasing, and while holding on to tears, he got up and gave his hand.

"Student Fang Yun, the first article is complete!"

Subsequently, a golden official seal appeared out of thin air, sprinkling a glimmer of light and falling on "Jiangchengzi: Dream in Prison".

The talent is soaring, and the orange talent of four feet and nine inches stands upright above the words.

It is full of towns, and it is only one inch away from spreading the world!

Subsequently, the voice of Jiang Hechuan spread throughout Jingguo.

"Fang Yun's first words were completed, and the original phase was recited. Jiang Chengzi, dreamed of his beloved wife Yuhuan in prison and died......"

Jiang Hechuan read aloud slowly in a calm voice, and when he only finished reciting the first paragraph of "Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable", there was a slight change in his voice, as if he was suppressing something.

When reciting "There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears", the dignified Confucian and Jing Guowen finally couldn't bear it anymore, and their voices were choked.

After reading the last word, Jiang Hechuan's voice actually came from a crying sound.

Zhenguo contains the true meaning of poetry, and a generation of Confucianism has heavenly words in their mouths, and the artistic conception of the whole poem is recited without flaws.

After a while, Jiang Hechuan had to spread the word to the whole country again.

This word is extremely sad, I think of my deceased wife, I hope to forgive me. ”

Inside the Tiger Prison, the prisoners and the jailers cried together.

A child jailer covered his face and cried out: "Master Fang is so pitiful, I dreamed that my wife had died for ten years, and I obviously didn't want to miss it, but I couldn't forget it." The lonely grave of his deceased wife is thousands of miles away. But he didn't even have a chance to tell his grief at the grave. ”

A Jinshi of the Torture Hall wiped his tears with his sleeve and said: "After that, it is even more sad, the Fang Shi in the dream is afraid that he will fail the imperial examination, he is running around, his face is dusty, and his temples are as white as frost and snow, even if his deceased wife is resurrected, the two meet, but it is impossible to be recognized." Sad, sad, sad!"

In the Mengtong class of Jingguo School Palace, a group of Mengtong cried. The teacher wept and was silent.

After a while, Yimengtong asked: "I came to my hometown at night, Xiaoxuan window, and I was dressing up." There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka. What's the explanation?"

The teacher wiped away his tears and said softly: "Yiqiē is all in a dream, Fang Yun has returned to his hometown and old house. Through the window, I saw the living Yang Yuhuan grooming in front of the mirror. But the two looked at each other, and even though they had ten thousand words in their hearts, they couldn't speak, so they could only look quietly. Silently wept. Under the bright moon, in front of the hill grave with pine trees, it must be the sad place of Fang Yun every year. The suffering in dreams is better than the world!

Teachers and students cried again.

When Jiang Hechuan recited this word, the sound spread throughout Jingguo. The talent in words is slowly growing, but the kung fu of a cup of tea breaks through five feet. Words spread all over the world!

The poem then broke through, and there was no new vision, but the message expanded and spread thousands of miles.

All the households in the capital wept together.

"Jiang Chengzi: A Dream in Prison" is spreading at an incredible speed.

On the Inverted Peak, in the temples, the Holy Council came to an abrupt end, and the vision above the Holy Courtyard dissipated.

Half a saint has a life span of two hundred, seeing many lives and deaths, the most ruthless and the most affectionate.

In the Confucian city, the Confucian family received the summons for the first time, and a Confucian Confucian of the Confucian family burst into tears after reading it, and recited this word with his tongue blooming spring thunder: "Fang Yun's poems and essays are the first to be written, and the word plate is "Jiangchengzi", the original text is as follows......"

Soon after, Kong Cheng burst into tears.

Yan Yukong's eyes were moist, and he slowly passed a letter to Fang Yun: "Jun's talent has surpassed Cao Zijian." If the talent in the world is like a stone, the king will divide nine buckets, and the rest will occupy one bucket!"

In the mountains of the two realms, Cijun and Shijun looked at "Jiangchengzi: Dream in Prison" in the biography and burst into tears.

"As soon as this word comes out, who dares to remember his wife?

"Only the saints of these words can write them! Compared to him, it is a joke that I was named the king of words! This word is called remembering the deceased wife, but in fact, I am thinking about the jade ring with the body of a dead soul!"

"What's the explanation?" Shijun looked at Cijun suspiciously.

Ci Jun said slowly with tears in his eyes: "Fang Yun is writing that after he was punished to death by the Moon Tree God, in the cemetery thousands of miles away, there was no way to tell Yang Yuhuan about his desolation. Because he missed his wife Yuhuan excessively, he couldn't forget it after ten years, so he turned into a ghost and recovered, but people and ghosts were separated, even if the two met, Yang Yuhuan couldn't recognize him, in Yang Yuhuan's eyes, he was probably just an old ghost. ”

Shijun nodded again and again, becoming more and more surprised.

Ci Jun continued: "Fang Yun immediately went to his hometown, and saw Yang Yuhuan quietly dressing up through the window. As a result, the two people saw each other, one person and one ghost, and heaven and man were separated forever, but they could only look at each other and shed tears! Whenever night fell on Fang Yun's death day, on the hill cemetery covered with pine trees, Fang Yun's ghost would inevitably be broken. The word "two people" and two scenes in a book is an unprecedented double-sided word! I am sure that this word will be spread all over the world!"

The poet looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Fang Yun is talented, I am far inferior!"

Dragon Palace in the East China Sea.

The old dragon saint left two tears, which turned into two strange crystals and fell to the bottom of the sea, and then, the sea tribe with a radius of millions of miles cried loudly.

On the East China Sea, the waves are monstrous, but they do not hurt a boat.

"The poems written by this little guy Fang Yun are so good, it's really good, but why did he provoke the Moon Tree God Punishment. It's not that the old dragon doesn't save him, it's that the old dragon retains the most powerful strength to complete the ancestral dragon's training!"

Fang family, Ao Huang hugged the little fox with his paws, cried bitterly, and the little meteor also trembled.

The inkstone turtle that was fleeing also looked up to the sky and cried, and could no longer take a step.

Yang Yuhuan cried into tears, covered his face and rushed into Fang Yun's bedroom, threw himself on the bed and cried.

Ao Huang said while crying: "Fang Yun, don't worry, just rush this poem, Ben Long must also protect his sister-in-law and the little fox! If I can't do it, let me be killed by you every day in my dreams! It's so well written, are you changing your identity and writing the scene after ten years? Don't worry, I will definitely bury you in Short Matsuoka, if anyone dares to touch a pine needle, Ben Long will dig his ancestral grave!" (To be continued......)