Fang Yun understood that after he sent "Wangjiangnan" out, Gu Guoren took it away as soon as possible, and then asked someone to adapt his words, and then read the adapted words in advance.

Now, Fang Yun only has two choices, one is to recite his original words, but Tong Xingyan's words appear first, and Fang Yun's appear later, and things will be very embarrassing.

If Fang Yun rewrites the words, he will inevitably write extremely poorly in just a few dozen breaths.

This kind of thing didn't hurt Fang Yun's literary name much, at most it was a stain, but it was enough for the people of Gu Guo, and it successfully disgusted him.

Fang Yun looked at the host quietly and didn't speak for a long time.

There was silence in the Linjiang Pavilion, and everyone stared at Fang Yun in unison, realizing that things were not as simple as they seemed on the surface.

No one knew that Tong Xing'an's words were similar to Fang Yun, and even Qiao Juze and the others didn't know what was going on.

Fang Yun glanced at the people on the first floor who were wearing Jingguo Jinshi uniforms, and the rest of them were normal, except for one person, whose expression changed significantly.

Fang Yun said slowly: "Brother Tong, I just wrote "Wangjiangnan", and you also wrote "Wangjiangnan", and the words and sentences you wrote, I vaguely saw them in my dreams. You have lived in Kongcheng for many years, I am afraid that you have forgotten the taste of Jingguo Township food, and when you return to the capital, I will set up a banquet to entertain you. ”

Tong Xing'an's body shook slightly, looked up at Fang Yun on the third floor, and arched his hand: "If you go back to Jingguo Capital, you must go to the banquet below." ”

Some experienced people saw this scene and vaguely guessed the truth of the matter, but Fang Yun didn't say it, and they couldn't say anything.

Fang Yun nodded, his eyes swept over the Shangshe Jinshi of Gu Kingdom, then looked at the host, and said with a smile: "Actually, I thought of a song and a half "Wangjiangnan", which I didn't write well, but I couldn't think of the second one, so I delivered it hastily. Just now I looked out the window and saw a woman looking at the river in the pavilion. I suddenly thought of the second song "Wangjiangnan", everyone in the valley country, I discarded the first song and recited the second song directly, can I?"

Several Gu Guo Shangshu Jinshi looked uneasy and looked at the Gu Country host on the first floor.

The presiding officer looked at one of the monks of the Gu Kingdom, and the jinshi nodded slightly.

The host smiled: "Since the poem has been lost, no one knows what you wrote, since you want to recite the second poem, there is nothing wrong with it." Anyway, we'll just write one song. Guys, don't you say?"

No one answered, and all the jinshi saw that something was wrong, and they were wise to protect themselves.

Fang Yun said slowly: "Then I will use "Wangjiangnan" as a word card to recite a poem for you." ”

"Freshen up. Fang Yun turned around as he spoke, and slowly walked towards the window.

Someone whispered: "I just said that I saw a woman, so this 'freshen up' should be written that the woman just got up in the morning." ”

Fang Yun took a few steps and said, "Lean on Wangjiang Tower alone." ”

Everyone nodded slightly, and what the previous person said was right. These two sentences are written that after the woman finished washing in the early morning, she leaned on the pavilion near the river and looked at the river.

"It's not a thousand sails. Fang Yun recited slowly.

It was as if an invisible force appeared out of thin air, and everyone's heart suddenly sank. Everyone pondered these seven words, and many people were stunned, because this sentence was like a knife stabbed in people's hearts, so that everyone understood the woman's thoughtfulness. She stared at every passing ship stupidly, but none of them belonged to her husband.

"The slanting veins are long, and the intestines are broken. ”

Qiao Juze only felt his heart skip a beat. It was as if I saw a woman looking at the river from the early morning until the sun set in the west, and the afterglow veins shone on the slowly flowing river, and finally she could only look at the island in the river with heartbreak.

The entire Linjiang Pavilion was silent, and everyone was shocked by this song of resentment, immersed in the feelings of a woman who couldn't let go.

"Freshen up, leaning on Wangjianglou alone. It's not a thousand sails. The slanting veins are long, and the intestines are broken in Baipingzhou. One of them recited softly.

One of the doctors suddenly said softly: "Wangjiangnan, also known as wild lentils, flat liver fire, bright eyes." ”

Sighs erupted.

"It's a good 'over a thousand sails', just seven characters are full of grievances, like a white painting in a painting, but a simple single sentence, to seize the glory of this world. ”

"There are many in Kongcheng, welcoming newcomers every year, looking forward to the old people every day, and I don't know how many infatuated women look at the little Yangtze River every day, only looking forward to the person who left coming back. Fang Yun was afraid that he understood their hearts. ”

"'It's not a thousand sails,' it's so heavy that I can barely speak. This is the power of poetry, but in a word, the world is full of sorrows. It is worthy of Fang Zhenguo. ”

"If I could write such poems in my life...... No, just writing one sentence is enough to laugh at Jiuquan. ”

As soon as this word came out, the flower girls in Hualou were afraid that they would go crazy again. ”

"It's crazy, I don't know how many Qing people have decided not to marry. A few days ago, I saw with my own eyes a talented and good-looking Qing man who decided to save money and go to Jingguo to find Fang Yun, alas, ......"

"If I were a woman, I would never be interested in other men after reading Fang Yun's poems, Fang Yun would harm people!"

"The faces of the Gu Country and the Gu Country Hosts don't seem to be right...... "A holy courtyard jinshi on the second floor seemed to mention it inadvertently.

Only then did everyone observe the people in Gu Guo and found that their faces had either turned sallow, or unhealthy red, or they stood there in a daze, or they were full of remorse, as if they had been hit by a huge blow.

Fang Yun left the window and slowly went downstairs, and the rest of Jingguo's Jinshi hurriedly followed.

Many people seem to have forgotten Fang Yun, and continue to ponder this poem, especially the sentence "It's not a thousand sails", and they can't wait to crush it and swallow it in their stomachs.

After a short time, Fang Yun led Jingguo's Shangshe Jinshi to the door of the main hall.

One person suddenly shouted: "Fang Zhenguo, don't you want a lottery? That's three thousand taels of silver." ”

"Help me donate to the Charity Hall in Kongcheng. After Fang Yun finished speaking, he left Linjiang Pavilion.

The host of the Gu Kingdom stared blankly at Fang Yun's back and disappeared into the night, looking down at the torn red paper bag, puzzled in his heart, whether it was Fang Yun's trick, or could Fang Yun really think of a peerless good word in a few dozen breaths?

He looked at the Jinshi in Gu Country again, sighed lightly, and shook his head.

"We've been preparing for this meeting for a long time, even if we can't hurt his name, it will make him sick for a while, but now in his opinion, what happened today is just a dog barking......

After Fang Yun and the others returned to the dormitory, they chatted until late at night and then dispersed.

The next day, the scholar of the Zhangyuan led the Shangshe Jinshi of Jingguo to leave the Confucian Palace and return to the capital.

Fang Yun's life was restored to peace, and he went to listen to lectures during the day like ordinary people, and if he encountered a scholar in the school palace, he would definitely go to listen to a lecture.

Compared with before, Fang Yun's daily life has an extra link, tempering war poetry.

Every day after school, Fang Yun went to the school palace to practice the battlefield poetry, constantly consuming his talent to use the battle poetry, and enhancing his control over the battle poetry.

Fang Yun silently accumulated for the dragon platform.

On these days, the fog butterfly also completed its slumber and officially became a member of the family.

However, unlike the active slaves and small meteors, in addition to waking up every day to receive the baptism of the first rays of sunshine, the fog butterfly likes to sleep in Fang Yun's arms or on his shoulders on weekdays.

The slave tried to put the misty butterfly on his head as a bow several times, but in the end, the misty butterfly escaped. (To be continued......)