Poetry into the town, ink fragrance thousands of miles.

The four people who were on the same stage as Fang Yun looked at each other, shook their heads in unison, and then walked down the stage together.

"I knew this was going to be the outcome!" muttered one of them.

"Then you can't jump Jade Mountain?" one person quipped.

"I was convinced, but I still didn't skip. ”

"This incident made me understand that I should never participate in a cultural meeting with a good fortune. ”

"But if there is no luck, what is the meaning of the Wenhui?"

"That's right, alas......"

Everyone on the right seat praised one after another, and many readers whose hometowns were not in the capital were the most emotional, and the sentence "thinking of relatives every festival" expressed everyone's sadness and longing.

Although the people on the left seat stood up to show respect, few people praised them, they were just silent, and most of them were silently thinking about this sentence.

Zuo Xi sighed lightly: "Every time I think of my relatives during the festive season, this sentence will inevitably be famous through the ages, and I will have no regrets in my life." ”

A nearby person coughed lightly and motioned for him not to talk nonsense.

"Alas......" some people sighed, thinking that the leader of this time was none other than Fang Yun.

Xiao Guogong was unconvinced and said: "Nangong Daru has also made several poems about the town, and it is unknown who will die in this literary meeting!"

Lei Yuanting secretly glanced at the great Confucian Nangong Leng, and then said: "What Xiao Guogong said is reasonable! This poem is too simple......

"Shut up!" Tong Luan suddenly whispered softly, forcing Lei Yuanting's words back, and Lei Yuanting's face was red, realizing that he had said the wrong thing.

The rest of the people also looked at Lei Yuanting with strange eyes, when the great Confucian Nangong Leng was young, he was most famous not only for poetry, but also for his attitude towards poetry, he once had a beautiful talk of "asking poetry to servants".

After Nangong Leng finished writing poems, he often asked a servant who didn't read much, if the servant couldn't understand any poem or didn't know any rare words, he would correct it immediately. Therefore, he wrote many well-known poems. His poems often seem to be shallow, but they point to the true meaning of the poems, not pretentious, not pursuing gorgeous rhetoric, more true and affectionate, which is the reason why Nangong Leng became famous.

Fang Yun also heard Lei Yuanting's words and Tong Luan's shouting, and shook his head secretly, but this person forgot the original meaning of the poem, not to mention rhetoric, even the rhythm is secondary. After all, poetry is still the most important meaning and affection.

Fang Yun couldn't help but think of Bai Juyi, Bai Juyi is known as the "Poetry Demon" and the "King of Poetry", and Bai Juyi has a good story that "the old woman can understand", which means that every time he writes a poem, he asks an ordinary old woman to listen to it, and if the old woman doesn't understand, he changes the poem.

Jian Ming hurriedly said, "Mr. Nangong, why don't you comment on this poem?"

Nangong glanced at Jian Ming with a cold and expressionless face, and was so frightened that Jian Ming raised his hand and slapped himself, and said, "The student is talking nonsense." Students know what to expect. After speaking, he bowed his head deeply.

"Nonsense! Nangong Daru is the one who wants to compete for the top spot, how can he comment? Let Nangong Daru think about Chongyang's poems first, don't disturb his old man!"

"That's right. The rest nodded.

On the platform, the head of the Wei family was full of smiles. As the organizer of this year's Chongyang Literary Meeting, the better the poems and essays in the Literary Society, the more beneficial it will be to the reputation of the Wei family, as the head of a wealthy family. It is not worth bragging about how much silver taels he has earned and which dignitary he knows, but a poem of Zhenguo appeared at the literary meeting he presided over, which is enough to blow for a lifetime.

The head of the Wei family looked at the audience. "Which gentleman would like to comment on this poem?"

"I'm itching, I'll do it. Jiang Hechuan said and raised his right foot and stepped forward, his body was like a fairy, and he flew to the table with the wind, and when his right foot landed, he was already standing at Fang Yun's table.

Fang Yun arched his hand and took a few steps back.

Everyone immediately listened solemnly, Jiang Hechuan is a national minister, in charge of the education of the whole country, as a "substitute master", the monarch worships when he sees him, he does not have to worship the monarch.

Jiang Hechuan nodded slightly, and said: "I don't need to say more about the sentence 'Thinking of relatives every festival', I have read countless poems but have never seen such a concise and perfect summary, which is close to poetry." Someone just said a word about Zhenguo, which is true. Thousands of years later, I Jiang Hechuan will inevitably be forgotten, but this sentence will continue to be mentioned, and even as long as it is a festival meeting, this sentence will inevitably appear. This sentence is the power of simplicity and true poetry. ”

I like this sentence, but I like the next two sentences even more. Fang Yun's first two sentences express his chest directly, and if the last two sentences are written by you and me, I am afraid that I will continue to write about how I feel homesick, but Fang Yun's last two sentences suddenly changed the world, not to say anything about his body, and to write that his brothers, relatives and friends were also ascending in the distance, and they inserted all over the dogwood, but found that Fang Yun was missing. When I heard this, I was inexplicably disappointed. ”

Many people originally didn't know the last two sentences of this poem, but after listening to Wen Xiang's explanation, they vaguely understood.

Jiang Hechuan deliberately paused for a few breaths, giving everyone time to think, and then said: "The last two sentences are Fang Yun's pushing himself and others after 'thinking about his relatives', hoping to see that the relatives and friends of "one less person" will not be sad for him, the intention is really rare. Having said that, if you think about it carefully, he is sad when his relatives and friends lack him, and what should he do if he lacks so many relatives and friends? The talent of Fang Yun is beyond my reach. These kinds of psalms, even if they have been poor for decades, cannot be written. ”

Lei Yuanting blushed more and more when he heard it, just now he still had a preconceived idea that this poem was shallow, but after listening to Jiang Hechuan's explanation, he understood that since he was in the country, there was a truth in the country!

Lei Yuanting also found that the dignified Confucian poetry will never be like this, but it is said in such detail, which is similar to Nangong Confucian's "asking poetry to servants", because there are many women and children in the venue, if you use poetry terms to explain in addition to showmanship, this is the difference between Confucianism and ordinary readers, and they have reached the realm of returning to the basics.

Xiao Guogong on the side secretly wiped a handful of sweat, his face was hot, and he said in his heart Fortunately, he was not stupid enough to accuse this poem indiscriminately, otherwise he could only find a crack in the ground at this moment.

Subsequently, Jiang Hechuan specifically analyzed the wonderful use of words such as "unique" and "different" in the poem, and finally sighed that it was a stroke of genius.

"This poem is not only wonderfully structured and deeply meaningful, but also has a unique calligraphy. Such a masterpiece, when you enter the Jingguo School Palace for three years, let the world know that my Jingguo students are not inferior to any country. ”

After Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, he smiled and hugged his fist at everyone, and then stretched out his fingers and pinched "Brothers of the Holy Ruins on September 9th" without any fireworks, and included it in Hanhu Bei. The action is smooth, chic and natural.

The audience was stunned.

Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes, looking at the action, he knew that Wen Xiang must first hold this Zhenguo poem in his hand for a few days before putting it in the school palace.

Fang Yun is not worried that this poem will be swallowed privately, and it will inevitably return to him after three years. There are only advantages and no disadvantages in sending poems and texts to the school palace, many things are not their turn, and the moment the poems are put into the school palace, they have qualifications and qualifications.

Jiang Hechuan finished appreciating the poem and walked down the stage.

Everyone's eyes fell on the other purple-robed Confucian, intentionally or unintentionally.

Nangong Leng didn't even speak all the time. But it still can't avoid being the focus of the audience.

Everyone on the top of the entire mountain seemed to be choked by an invisible force, and no one spoke, only the autumn wind.

Children who don't even understand anything are affected by this atmosphere and tug at their parents' shirts tightly.

Fang Yun looked down at the ground of Wentai slightly, and didn't look at Nangong Leng, even if he knew that Nangong Leng might be unfavorable to him, he didn't provoke him, he didn't go to the competition, and he didn't get complacent because he had a Zhenguo poem.

Fang Yun saw that the purple figure moved. His heart jumped suddenly, and then he looked up in astonishment, because Nangong Leng did not walk to the stage, but stepped on the white clouds. Slowly rising, he was about to leave the Wenhui.

What's going on?

Everyone including Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan was confused, and it was impossible for Nangong Leng to escape without comparison, as a generation of Confucians. He would rather lose than escape, and besides, the Wu Kingdom where he is located is opposed to the Jing Kingdom. Once he escapes, he will be spurned by the scholars of the Wuguo.

The most important thing is that a great Confucian writer must have a request from the Lei family, and leaving at this moment will not only lose an important opportunity, but even offend the powerful Lei family.

Even the demi-saints who are alive now will not offend the Lei family, let alone a great Confucian!

Nangong Leng turned his back to everyone, stepped on the white clouds and slowly rose, and in the puzzled eyes of everyone, he suddenly spoke, and his voice spread for thousands of miles.

"The Fang family's young phoenix, soaring in the sky. Hundreds of birds gathered their wings and did not dare to submit articles. ”

The faces of many people in Zuo Xi turned black to the bottom of the pot, especially Xiao Guogong, Jian Ming and Lei Yuanting, who were eager to be killed by Fang Yun, Jian Ming and Lei Yuanting, whose faces were black and purple, and could burst at any time.

Xiaoguo almost scolded Nangong for being crazy, that "a hundred birds collect their wings and dare not present an article" is not only that Nangong Daru thinks that he is inferior to Fang Yun, but with that "young phoenix" Thinking about it, it is obvious that he is helping Fang Yun to become famous!

A great Confucian who is the first in the world in terms of poetry thinks that the name of the poem is not as good as Fang Yun, and even a fool can hear the meaning of this promotion.

The slightest carelessness in this kind of promotion is the loss of wisdom, and even the literary minister Jiang Hechuan can't do it, but this martial artist who is opposed to Jingguo can say it, beyond everyone's imagination.

Jian Ming's eyes were red, he never dreamed that Nangong Leng would say this, in the eyes of him, a martial artist, Nangong Daru was simply treason! At this moment, he even wanted to assassinate Nangong Leng, a great Confucian traitor, but this thought quickly dissipated.

Lei Yuanting's eyes were full of panic, as if he had foreseen something, he reached out to support the table, his clothes trembling slightly.

Nangong Leng's voice spread throughout Yushan again.

"The old man originally wanted to cooperate with the Lei family, and the Lei family used Fang Yun to test whether I was sincere, but the old man used Fang Yun to test the Lei family's ability. It's a pity that the Lei family has made enemies with Fang Yun for a small area, and they have no ability to know people, relying on the shadow of the dragon clan and their ancestors, and there is no one in their eyes, and the old man is ashamed to be with him! Wonderful!"

When Nangong Leng said the last two words "wonderful", in addition to Jiang Hechuan, the prime minister, whether it was a centenarian or a three-year-old child, whether it was someone who supported Fang Yun on the right or someone who opposed Fang Yun on the left, even Jian Ming, who had already lost the ink Jiao pen wash, and Lei Yuanting, who might lose the Dragon Stone, all showed a natural smile.

Everyone was infected and changed by Nangong Leng's word "wonderful", and endless joy emerged from the depths of everyone's heart, as if everyone was the same as Nangong Leng, encountering the most wonderful things.

Fang Yun was deeply moved, and said with a spring thunder in his tongue: "Mr. Nangong is broad-minded, he is really a model of literati, and the student almost spends the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain. Congratulations, sir. ”

Nangong Leng flicked his sleeves lightly, put his hands behind him, accelerated away, and finally disappeared into the sky. (To be continued......)