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Fang Yun lifted his robe and immediately walked towards the hut. As soon as the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info walked up the steps, he stopped in the house and said:

"Stop! Just stand there. ”

"What do you mean? Are you going to regret it?"

Fang Yun asked, stopping.

"I didn't say that if you pass this level, you'll be able to come in immediately. I'm just letting you pair up. I, Liu Zhengxun, am also one of the seventy-two yuan scholars of my predecessor, how can the question be so simple?"

Humane in the house.

When Fang Yun heard him say this, he smiled instead: "Okay! Even if you think that our father and son are reckless, you still don't give up." I'll give you a chance. You can just ask the question. And then I did. ”

"I've only got three questions, and if I do, come in." ”

The people in the room said coldly.

"Confucianism likes plum blossoms, which means that they are not afraid of hardships and hardships, and they are arrogant. For the first question, you write a poem on the theme of plum blossoms. But the word 'plum blossom' must not be in the poem. ”

Liu Zhengxun said.

Fang Yun sneered in his heart, this question was indeed a bit difficult, so how could it be difficult for him. With a slight groan, Fang Yun immediately opened his mouth and said:

"In the middle of winter, ten thousand trees are resting, but you are pretty branches. Frost and laughter fly snow, and the dark fragrance flows. ”

The word "plum blossom" is not included in this poem, but none of them say plum blossoms. "Midwinter", "Frost", and "Dark Fragrance" are talking about plum blossoms. Fang Yun finished chanting a poem, and immediately took the stairs and climbed the second step.

There was silence in the hut, as if he didn't expect Fang Yun to make this poem so quickly. This poem has been circulated, and it must be another excellent poem. The sentences do not contain the word plum, but they reflect the plum in every sentence. changed to other Confucians, I want to praise a few words. However, Liu Zhengxun gently avoided it and immediately said the second question:

"No one shall be proud, but he shall not be without pride. Although bamboo is like plum, it is also proud and proud, and it is deeply liked by literati and scholars. In the second question, you will take 'bamboo' as the title, as a poem, and the word 'bamboo' still cannot appear in the verse. ”

Fang Yun was silent, although "bamboo" was very popular among literati, there were not many good sentences. Yongzhu, but not to write a bamboo character, is indeed a little difficult.

"If you can't do it, go back by yourself. ”

A cold snort came from inside the room.

A trace of anger flashed through Fang Yun's heart, and he immediately said:

"I've come up with the second question, listen up. ”

"Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves. I don't bloom, I don't tease bees and butterflies. ”

Fang Yun finished the poem, climbed a few steps up, and walked directly under the curtain of the thatched hut: "Say, what is the third question?"

In just a moment, Fang Yun passed two levels and walked under the door curtain. You can even see him directly through the door curtain. The people in the room finally inevitably felt a little short of breath. The third question was not given for a long time, and it seemed that he was meditating.

Fang Yun was not in a hurry, so he waited for the last question with flaws. This grandfather is rigid and arrogant. This time, he broke two questions that he thought were extremely difficult, which would inevitably be a blow to a person like him who thought that the Fang family's father and son were reckless men and did not know poetry and articles.

"Whew!"

At this moment, a gust of wind blew the curtain of the door and poured into the hut. Fang Yun felt that the bodies of the people in the room suddenly trembled, and then he heard a voice in his ears:

The third question is about the wind. If you go out, you will come in. I have one more request, though. This is the third question, if you make a poem, then in the first sentence, you will solve the problem with three words. The verses are neat and tidy. Even if the title is solved with three characters, the verses must contain a number. You make poetry. ”

Fang Yun's heart was suddenly shocked when he heard this. The wind, formless and phaseless, is used to sing things, which is more difficult than "plum" and "bamboo". However, Fang Yun can make "Yongmei Poems" and "Yongzhu Poems", and it is a bit difficult to make a "Yongfeng Poem". But it's not a problem. However, by adding a number to each line of the poem, the result is completely different.

The difficulty of the third song is immediately a hundred times greater. Although Fang Yun was proud of his talent and quick thinking, he heard that he wanted to make a "Yongfeng poem". The word "wind" cannot be included in each sentence, and at the same time, there must be a number in each sentence, and the problem must be solved with three words. I couldn't help frowning.

"If you make this poem, I will never mention the word 'reckless' in front of the Fang family from now on, nor will I mention the word 'poetry article'. I'll give you a stick of incense time, you think slowly. ”

The old voice in the room said, and then there was a sound of Suosuo. After a while, the smell of sandalwood wafted out, and it was actually a pillar of incense.

Fang Yun's brows furrowed, pondering. His brain was running at an unprecedented speed. One poem after another swept through his mind, and he quickly denied it.

Add a number to each poem, and this requirement made many of the sentences that Fang Yun came up with not apply. Time passed slowly, and Fang Yun's brows became tighter and tighter.

"Half a pillar of incense remains......"

The cold voice in the room reminded.

Fang Yun stood motionless outside the door curtain, his face slightly pale. Beads of sweat oozed from the palms of his hands. The third question is a high wall between the inside and outside of the house.

The topic was difficult, but Fang Yun didn't have a choice. This is no longer as simple as a simple fight. If you can't do it, my grandfather's temperament will probably cut off all room for conversion immediately.

Fang Yun didn't think that a corrupt Confucian who had insisted on refusing to admit his children for more than 20 years would be so tolerant in dealing with his own affairs. Although Fang Yun also suspected that the person in the room might not be able to do it himself, he was only the one who wrote this question. The person doing the question is himself.

"This matter is related to the happiness of the eldest brother and Princess Fukang. I can't afford to fail!"

Fang Yun said secretly in his heart.

Time passed slowly, and after a few moments, the voice in the room sounded again:

"There's only a little bit of incense. If you can't do it, go back. As for Fang Lin's matter, don't mention it again. Such a reckless, arrogant, lawless, and disregard for the laws of the imperial court, no matter how great the merits are, they are only reckless and cannot be princes!"

Fang Yun heard him repeatedly mention "reckless man", his heart was furious, and he blurted out: "Reckless, reckless...... , no matter how reckless a man is, one is your son-in-law and the other is your grandson. If we are reckless, what are you?"

"Hmph, I kicked your mother out of the house many years ago. Your Fang family's father and son, what do you have to do with me? ”

There was a snort in the hut.

You have also read the books of the sages, and if you listen to them at the same time, you will be clear, and if you listen to them partially, you will be dark, and you should not know this kind of truth. A few words from the Marquis of Pingding and the Marquis of Zhenguo, you will believe it. Hot-headed, he ran to impeach his grandson. Have you ever heard the words of our Fang family's father and son? As an elder, be benevolent and merciful, ask yourself, what should you do as an elder?"

Fang Yun said hatefully.

"Needless to say. The time has come, if you can't make poetry, where did you come from, or go back. Twenty years ago, even if I could have evicted my children, I didn't care about a grandson. ”

The man in the hut said angrily.

"Who says I can't do it. Listen up. ”

Fang Yun paused and said:

"Untie the three autumn leaves, can bloom February flowers, cross the river thousands of feet of waves, into the bamboo ten thousand poles oblique. ”

In this poem, every sentence is written in wind, but there is not a single word in the wind. And solve the problem with three, and each sentence contains a number, which is "three", "two", "thousand", and "ten thousand", which is exactly in line with Liu Zhengxun's requirements.

After chanting a poem, Fang Yun lifted the door curtain, stepped over the threshold, and stepped into the hut. As far as the eye can see, an old man in a blue Confucian robe, slightly shabby, is sitting cross-legged on a futon.

The old man's temples are frosty white, and his forehead is wrinkled, giving people a sense of old age. His expression was old-fashioned, serious, and unsmiling. The muscles on the face are loose and stiff, like stiff stones, and it seems that for a long time, the expression on the face has not changed beyond the serious and old-fashioned. His lips are pursed, giving the impression of stubbornness, obstinacy, and not easy to convince.

"Is this my grandfather, who my mother never forgets?"

Fang Yun looked at the old man not far away and thought silently. On his body, he still has the demeanor of a great Confucian, but his body is slightly rickety, and his frost-white hair is slightly messy. The current grandfather is more like an ordinary old man than a great Confucian.

Fang Yun looked at him carefully. The person in front of him, whether it was his mother or the uncle in Huai'an City, did not have much resemblance to this grandfather. In fact, neither mother nor uncle can be so old-fashioned. If there is really a similarity, it is that the stubbornness of my grandfather has been successfully passed on to his two children.

In order to be with my father, my mother resolutely deviated from my grandfather's opinion. Married to his father, as for his uncle, he directly abandoned literature and business, and chose the industry that his grandfather liked the most. And after making a decision, he will not repent, and the nine cows will not be able to pull it back!

While Fang Yun was looking at his grandfather, Liu Zhengxun was also looking at him. He didn't expect that Fang Yun would actually solve this problem at the last moment. Even if he is himself, he can't do it in such a short period of time. In addition to having a profound poetic cultivation, this also requires a sense of urgency.

Liu Zhengxun carefully opened the young man at the curtain, this was also the first time he saw his grandson. Fang Yun's appearance is red and his teeth are white, and his appearance is delicate and handsome, which is very similar to Mrs. Huayang.

Seeing Fang Yun's appearance clearly, Liu Zhengxun subconsciously passed a figure in his mind, and his heart was soft for no reason. However, this is only for a moment. As soon as his eyes gathered, he suddenly became extremely sharp. Liu Zhengxun's voice was violent, and he shouted:

"Don't kneel down yet!"

Fang Yun knelt under the hut, and this time he entered the house. Hearing him drink so hard, he didn't kneel. raised his eyebrows and said coldly:

"If you don't recognize my mother, why should I kneel?"

"Hmph, I didn't ask you to kneel because you disrespected your elders. According to the law of the Zhou Dynasty, it is strictly forbidden to leave the garrison without permission at the level of general, otherwise it will be punished as a felony. As a general of the imperial court, for your own selfish interests, you left the military camp without permission and returned to the capital, which is already a violation of the Zhou Dynasty's legal calendar. Don't kneel yet!"

Fang Yun heard that he didn't leave the house, but he even knew that he was a general of the imperial court. More and more certainly, there is a troublemaker behind this. However, he is not afraid.

"Hmph! Speaking of violating the imperial court calendar, you must be punished first!!"

Fang Yun stared at his grandfather, his gaze was like a sword.

This remark immediately stirred up a thousand waves. Liu Zhengxun suddenly changed color, and angrily reprimanded: "Presumptuous!"