"And on! Fan Zheng also takes sorrow as a poem! ”

"Ugly slave, this is the name of the ugly slave, Feng Yansi of the Southern Tang Dynasty once used this name to write spring sorrow."

Someone saw this scene and exclaimed, everyone was in an uproar, if Fan Zheng had another poem, this would already be the fourth poem.

"The boy doesn't know what it's like to be sad!"

"I'm worried about the new words!"

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In order to write famous articles through the ages, he likes to climb and imitate the ancients to climb the stairs to write poems, and forcibly say sorrow in order to write new words.

"Shall I just say? Fan Zheng's two "Hairpin Phoenix" and half of the Manchu Jianghong are not at all the state of mind that he can experience. ”

"And the palace wall willow is not in line with reality, that couple is an ordinary family, how can there be a palace wall, there are thirty merits, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons, Fan Zheng is not yet the year of the weak crown, how can he be thirty years old and fight eight thousand miles."

"Now that there is finally a reasonable explanation, it is Fan Zheng who is worried about giving new words."

In fact, these doubts have long been questioned by a group of literati, but it is understandable that people in the world like to exaggerate when writing poems, and these words seem to fit naturally, and if they are changed, the artistic conception will change greatly, and everyone will acquiesce.

Now Fan Zheng has finally personally confirmed the doubts in the famous article through the ages, and has given a more reasonable explanation.

"This is another famous song for the ages!"

A literati swore that this first half alone had already touched his heart, and once upon a time, when he was young, it wasn't like this.

Other literati also nodded, Fan Zheng's poem was written in the hearts of literati, and he couldn't help but look forward to reading it at the moment.

"Now I know all the sorrows, and I want to talk about it." I saw Fan Zheng continue to write.

"I'm afraid this is Brother Fan's true feelings." Su Dun sighed, Uncle Li was extremely stubborn, and he was extremely prejudiced against Fan Zheng, and tried his best to prevent the two from falling in love, how could he not worry.

"I had no worries and insisted on saying sorrow before, but now I am extremely sad and have nothing to say." Yang Jie also sighed.

"Li Qingzhao's sorrow is so heavy that he can't even carry the boat, but Fan Zheng's sorrow is in his heart, and he can't say it." Everyone sighed with emotion that the two of them wrote their sorrows in different ways, but they showed their sorrows vividly.

"I want to talk about it. But the weather is cool and autumn. Fan Zheng wrote the last stroke.

"It's a cool day and a good autumn, just echoing Li Qingzhao's hearing that Sungai autumn is still good, it's just a stroke of genius."

There are also two overlapping sentences, which are even more exciting, advancing the melancholy layer by layer, which is really the finishing touch.

"These four poems are destined to go down in history and shame my generation."

Many people in the literary world have no face, they claim to be famous in the literary world, talented, and in front of the two juniors, it is simply a difference between the clouds and mud.

"What a talent, but written by the hands of a healer." Countless readers lamented.

After Fan Zheng finished writing, he picked up the pen and wrote the name of the word brand - ugly slave. Shuli Mansion Road is in the middle wall, and then turned around and left.

"The middle wall of the book Li Mansion Road."

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but look strange, a pair of talented sons and daughters, but they were forcibly stopped by Li's father, and they could only express their sorrows on the wall outside Li's mansion with poems, and Fan Zheng actually directly used this as the name, which was straightforward, but very ironic.

In an instant, everyone's eyes looked at the back of Fan Zheng leaving, and at this moment, no one thought that Fan Zheng and Li Qingzhao's private life agreement was a scandal, but it was intolerable for the two not to be together.

"Father Li, you have eyes but no beads!"

Suddenly, Li Kefei's name was once again whipped out by everyone, and this sentence was almost an allusion to Kaifeng City.

"Youth, Now"

"No worries, no worries."

"I want to talk about sorrow, but I say autumn.

Zhang Yong looked at Fan Zheng's layer by layer comparison and exclaimed. In addition, this poem and Li Qingzhao's "Wuling Chun" add a layer of contrast between men and women.

"Brother Li, there are no beads in the eyes!"

This time, it looks like Zhang Yong, who once agreed with Li Kefei, is also on Fan Zheng's side, Fan and Li are so talented and so affectionate, if their daughter is like this, let alone that the two of them have made a private decision for life, even if they elope, he will admit it.

"However, I hope that Father Li will continue to be blind, otherwise how can I appreciate such an amazing masterpiece through the ages." The tall and thin student smiled and said.

The first half of his sentence suddenly aroused everyone's angry eyes, and the second half of the sentence suddenly made everyone's eyes light up, and they all fixed their eyes on Su Dun, who entered the Li Mansion yesterday and passed Fan Zheng's "Magnolia Flower Order" to Li Qingzhao.

Su Dun's face stiffened, and he said with a weak heart: "I don't want to see Senior Sister Li write poems, but so that the two of them can achieve positive results." ”

"We get it!" Everyone nodded heavily.

With the encouragement of everyone's eyes, Su Dun gritted his teeth and came directly to the door of the Li Mansion, wanting the concierge to report.

The porter smiled bitterly and said: "Master Su, don't embarrass the villain, yesterday you entered the Li Mansion, the old man was furious, and ordered that without his permission, you are strictly forbidden to step into the Li Mansion for half a step." ”

"Ahh

Su Dun was suddenly deflated and retreated in defeat.

"What then?" Everyone looked at each other and said, they didn't expect that Father Li would also start to prevent others from sending messages to Li Qingzhao.

Su Dunyi gritted his teeth and said, "It's okay, I've been to Li's mansion and know the approximate location of Senior Sister Li's boudoir, so I will make the poem manuscript into a paper kite and let it fly into the vicinity of Senior Sister Li's boudoir, so that Senior Sister Li can definitely see the poem." ”

Everyone was moved, and immediately began to make paper kites, released them one by one, and then cut the thin threads, and let the paper kites full of poems fly into the Li Mansion.

In an instant, in Li's mansion, paper kites were everywhere.

"Madame, how is this to be?" Seeing this scene, the porter of the Li Mansion hurriedly reported to his wife Wang.

Wang looked at the poem manuscript on the paper kite in his hand and couldn't help but be impressed.

She is the granddaughter of the champion Wang Gongchen, and she is also full of poetry and books, how not to be moved when she sees her daughter and Fan Zheng's famous poems one after another.

sneered at the moment: "But someone has entered the Li Mansion." ”

The porter shook his head and said, "No one!" ”

"Since you have strictly carried out the master's orders, it is none of your business." Wang directly stood on his daughter's side, and he was once extremely dissatisfied with Fan Zheng and Li Qingzhao's private lifelong agreement, and she had to compromise for the sake of her daughter's happiness.

Now that Fan Zheng's talent and daughter are a match made in heaven, and the love between the two is deep, she looks at Fan Zheng again, and she actually has a feeling that her mother-in-law likes her son-in-law more and more.

The porter nodded knowingly, and let the paper kites in the sky fall into the Li Mansion like raindrops.

And there is a small paper kite is particularly lucky, with a gust of breeze, quietly flew into a gentle and delicate boudoir, and landed in front of a girl with a thousand sorrows.