The Mid-Autumn Festival rally naturally broke up unhappily, and no one with the eight surnames was interested at this time.

Everyone looked at each other one by one, and finally left.

But the psychological shadow left on them tonight is enough to haunt them for a lifetime.

......

"Uncle, your poems are really well written." The three of Chun Tao followed behind Fang Yi, following Fang Yi step by step.

At this time, Chun Tao's eyes were full of little stars, and he said to Fang Yi.

"yes, generally." Fang Yi was dizzy at this time, walked quickly, and when he returned to his room, he fell headlong on the bed.

"Please help me." Fang Yiqiang held back his drunkenness and said, "This drinking stamina is really big......"

Nothing was said all night.

Fang Yi woke up the next day, feeling that his head was still a little heavy, the three maids were waiting on the side, and when he saw Fang Yi wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, are you awake?" Chun Tao asked with concern, "You drank too much last night, are you still uncomfortable?" ”

"It doesn't matter." Fang Yi waved his hand at this time, signaling that he was fine.

"My uncle's poems are really unparalleled in the world." Qiu Ju also spoke at this time: "Presumably after today, the world will know your name, uncle." ”

"Uncle, today's lady has come to pass the word again, saying that the old lady and the family will see you tomorrow and ask you to prepare in advance." Xia He also added at this time.

Fang Yi nodded and said, "The old lady and the head of the Wang family didn't like me before, I made a big fuss yesterday, and tomorrow I may be going to attack me." ”

This result was also expected, after all, when he was in the Autumn Hunting Ceremony before, Fang Yi had noticed that the people of the Wang family were all hostile to him, and those who were not hostile were also people who looked down on Fang Yi.

Who made him a son-in-law, or did he come from the wilderness of the Northlands?

However, Fang Yi is not afraid, he looks down on both horizontal and vertical, so it is better to live freely and freely, for fear that they will do something.

After breakfast, Chun Tao took the lead in sending a message, saying that Zhang Qingchen was looking for him.

"Invite Mr. Zhang in." Fang Yi hurriedly spoke.

"Fang Yi Xiaoyou, there is a lot of trouble, I hope you don't be surprised." Zhang Qingchen didn't arrive, but the voice arrived first.

"Where, Mr. Zhang is here, and he is shining." Fang Yi hurriedly welcomed Zhang Qingchen into the door and instructed Chun Tao and them to pour tea.

"Fang Yi Xiaoyou, this time Confucianism is hopeful, all by Xiaoyou, if it weren't for Xiaoyou to make two amazing poems, using Zhang's words, and thus rubbing Xiaoyou's talent, I would have been born to thank Xiaoyou." Zhang Qingchen's words were extremely sincere, of course, they were indeed heartfelt, if it weren't for Fang Yi, he might have been stuck in the realm of a scholar for a lifetime.

After all, it is difficult to cultivate Confucianism, hundreds of thousands of scholars are far away, and there are only 100 Confucians, which shows how difficult it is to cultivate Confucianism and Taoism and achieve the Seven Grades of Confucianism.

"Sir is so polite." Fang Yi smiled and said: "The kid was born in the North, although he knows a few words, but he can't write, two poems, all rely on Mr. Zhang's Mobao Zenghui, speaking of which, I also want to thank Mr. Yes." ”

The two politely said a few words, but Zhang Qingchen spoke again: "I came here today, firstly, to thank Xiaoyou for his talent, and secondly, to say goodbye to Xiaoyou." ”

"Zhang came here this time to see Brother Jing, but he was invited by the head of the Wang family to serve as the host of the Mid-Autumn Festival rally for the children of the eighth surname, but I am very grateful to the head of the Wang family for giving me this gathering, otherwise I would not have had this opportunity." Zhang Qingchen had mixed feelings in his heart, if Wang Xiuzhi invited him, he refused, and there would be no chance now, "Now that I have met Brother Jing, I can rest assured, besides, the opportunity has been obtained, plus the call of the master, I want to take the first step, and I will not accompany Xiaoyou here." ”

"The depth of the friendship between Mr. and Mr. Shocking is touching." Fang Yi hurriedly spoke: "It's an honor for Mr. Surprise to have such an old friend as you. ”

Zhang Qingchen waved his hand: "You're welcome, I see that Fang Yi Xiaoyou is already a first-class Confucian student, but I don't know where Xiaoyou is taught, who is his surname, and where he is studying in the Xue Palace?" ”

"Mr. Zhang, I haven't gone to the Academy to study now, but I have a teacher, I am from Zhou Shengmen, and I am a disciple of Zhao Zhe Confucian!" Fang Yi hesitated for a moment, but still said it.

Confucianism attaches great importance to the inheritance of teachers, without which it is impossible to gain a foothold in Confucianism.

At the beginning, Wang Jingzhen fell into a dream to help Fang Yi open the method of Confucianism and Taoism cultivation, and he once explained to him, he accepted apprentices on behalf of his teacher, and Wang Jingzhen studied under Zhao Zhe Confucian, as Wang Jingzhen's junior brother, he was naturally also a disciple of Zhao Zhe.

"It turned out to be Zhao Zhe Daru." Zhang Qingchen nodded lightly, "I am from Li Shengmen, and my teacher is Hu Yue Confucian, and I have always heard my master mention Zhao Zhe Confucian, saying that Zhao Zhe's knowledge is as deep as the East China Sea, but Zhao Zhe Confucianism has been cultivating in Jiangnan all the year round, and I have never seen it with my own eyes, nor have I heard Zhao Zhe Confucian's lectures, which is very regrettable." ”

After a few words of compliment, Zhang Qingchen did not linger any longer, and last night he received a message from his master, asking him to leave immediately and go to the Confucian Palace.

Before leaving, Zhang Qingchen still wanted to give Fang Yi a good life.

......

At the same time, Penglai Mountain, Boundless Valley.

Luo Qingyi, who was in retreat, suddenly opened his eyes, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

"Finally, it's six pins." Luo Qingyi stretched lightly and stood up.

"Miss, are you out of customs?" The maid outside the door walked in at this time, looked at Luo Qingyi and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Miss for entering the Sixth Grade, on the Martial Arts Holy List, Miss has always been far ahead, this time when she enters the Sixth Grade, those geniuses will not be able to catch up with Miss's back." ”

"Okay, you Dongzhu, this is a clever guy who learned from Chun Tao, and you're not afraid of begging?" Luo Qingyi replied with a smile and asked, "What about the master?" ”

"The head of the sword said that he was going to the southeast sea to kill the demon, and before leaving, he told me that if he entered the sixth grade, he could go back." Dongzhu replied.

"Xia He sent a letter." After Dongzhu finished speaking, he spoke again.

"Oh, what did he do again?" Luo Qingyi asked.

"My uncle participated in the Mid-Autumn Festival." Fuyuzhu blinked and replied.

Luo Qingyi nodded lightly: "The Mid-Autumn Festival rally is the reserved program of the Wang family, and this year it is the turn of the Wang family to be the east, it must be very lively, he has been appreciated by his mother, and it is normal for his mother to let him participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival." ”

"Isn't Miss curious?" Dongzhu sold at this time and asked.

"What, what's going on?" Luo Qingyi asked.

"Uncle wrote you a poem, a poem." Dongzhu spoke lightly at this time.

"Oh?" Luo Qingyi came with a hint of interest: "Xia He said that he was literate before, which surprised me very much, he can even write poems?" Can you also write words? ”

"Or did you write it for me??" Luo Qingyi seemed to grasp the key point of Dongzhu's words at this time, "Read it to me." ”

"The first poem written by my uncle is a poem, and the name of this poem is "Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending Tsing Yi". Winter bamboo began to recite at this time.

"The white arboreal crow in the atrium, the cold dew and the silent wet osmanthus;"

"Tonight, the moon is bright, and I don't know who will fall in autumn."

Luo Qingyi was suddenly stunned, she originally wanted to pick up the teacup and drink tea, but suddenly she was not thirsty again, for a while, she was a little at a loss, and she didn't know what to do.

"Miss?" Dongzhu saw that Luo Qingyi's expression was wrong, and hurriedly called.

"Huh?" Luo Qingyi came back to his senses and looked at Dongzhu.

She muttered to herself: "Tonight, the moon is bright, everyone is looking forward, Qiu Si, who is the house?" ”

For a while, Luo Qingyi lost his mind again: "This, this poem, is it really written by him?" ”

Dongzhu nodded and said, "Naturally, Xia He said that my aunt's participation in the Mid-Autumn Festival rally was originally ordered by my wife to participate, but at that rally, my uncle was humiliated by many people, the most of which was one of the suitors of Miss that year, Tang Bubitter of the Tang clan in Shuzhong." ”

"Tang Bubitter said that my uncle is not worthy of you, Miss, so I want to challenge my uncle." Dongzhu said to himself: "Uncle used this poem to defeat Tang Bubitter. ”

"Don't be bitter?" When Luo Qingyi heard this name, he suddenly seemed to remember some past events, and suddenly smiled: "Tang Buku doesn't have such a poetic talent, not to mention him, among the children of the eight surnames, there is no one with such a poetic talent." ”

"You just said that there is another poem?" Luo Qingyi's breathing suddenly became short at this time: "Read that poem to me." ”

"After my uncle finished writing this poem, Tang was not bitter but still unconvinced, thinking that my uncle, a barbarian from the north, could not have such a poetic talent, so he launched a second round of challenges, so he had the second poem."

The letter sent by Xia He described the matter in great detail, so Dongzhu also explained it very clearly.

"I'll talk about that later, read the words first." Dongzhu was about to explain the situation to Luo Qingyi in detail, but was directly interrupted by Luo Qingyi.

"This song is called "Water Tune Song Head, When Will the Bright Moon Be There"" Dongzhu no longer said what happened at that time, but began to recite this poem.

"The Mid-Autumn Festival of the fifteenth year of Chengping, drinking in the Huxin Pavilion, drunk, making this article, and Huai Qingyi!"

"When is the bright moon, ask the wine to the sky, I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace. I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu, the height is unbearable, and I dance to find out the shadow, how it seems to be in the world. Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleeplessly. There should be no hatred, what is the long goodbye to the round, people have joys and sorrows, the moon is cloudy and sunny, this matter is difficult to complete, I hope that people will last a long time, thousands of miles together. ”

Luo Qingyi was stunned for a while, starting from Dongzhu began to read the first sentence, every time she read a sentence, Luo Qingyi felt her heart tremble.

An indescribable emotion suddenly surged into my heart at this time.

Luo Qingyi didn't know what was wrong.

"Dancing to figure out the shadow, how does it seem to be in the world? Does this sentence mean that he thinks this way because I am here? ”

"This matter is difficult to complete, but I hope that people will last a long time, and they will be together for thousands of miles?" When he heard this, Luo Qingyi's heart twitched violently.

This poem should be a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.

Luo Qingyi is naturally knowledgeable, of course she can read a poem whether it is good or bad, and it is obvious that the poem made by Fang Yi is difficult to describe with good words.

It's a song for the ages, there's no doubt about it.

Of course, at this time, Luo Qingyi also had some different feelings, especially the last sentence, I hope everyone is safe every year, and they can share the beautiful moonlight thousands of miles away.

This is Fang Yi expressing his blessings and thoughts for himself.

However, Fang Yi has never seen Luo Qingyi with his own eyes, he has never seen it, will he really have such feelings for me? ?

At this moment, Luo Qingyi couldn't help but be a little suspicious.

To be honest, Luo Qingyi didn't feel anything for Fang Yi, she, like Mrs. Luo, chose to marry Fang Yi because of the coercion of the gods.

In other words, she didn't have any feelings for Fang Yi, and of course she wouldn't believe that a person from the Northland who had never seen her would love her so much?

"Miss, miss?" At this moment, Dongzhu's call came again.

"Miss, what's wrong with you today?" Dongzhu had a teasing smile on the corner of his mouth: "How many times have you lost your mind today?" ”

"Dongzhu, do you believe this poem, did he write it to me?" Luo Qingyi took a deep breath, collected his thoughts, and then asked again.

"Of course." Dong Zhu replied without hesitation: "Didn't you say this poem before, Uncle, and Qingyi, of course this is a word written for you." ”

"Really?" Luo Qingyi asked rhetorically, and then was silent, yes, Fang Yi had already made it clear at the beginning of writing this poem, this was written to Luo Qingyi, because it was also Huai Qingyi.

Dongzhu looked at Luo Qingyi, who had lost his mind again, and couldn't help asking, "Miss, are we going back?" ”

"Go back?" Luo Qingyi said suspiciously: "Where to go back?" ”

"Go back to Deer Park." Dongzhu replied: "Miss, you and your uncle are husband and wife, if you have any doubts, don't you just go to your uncle and ask." ”

"Deer Park?" Luo Qingyi smiled dumbly and said: "Of course it is impossible to go back to Luyuan, Daddy's current situation is not too good, and the barbarians are about to move." ”

Thinking of this, Luo Qingyi sighed: "Let's repair here for a few days, after a few days of repair, we will go back to the palace." ”

"Okay." Although Dongzhu still had doubts, he didn't speak again.