Fang Zhongjin thought in his room, now that he was just a poor scholar who was worthless, what would anyone specifically want to harm him? After a while, someone came to invite, saying that there was a guest in the house, and Master Xie invited him to meet the distinguished guest together.

Fang Zhongjin followed his subordinates all the way, and was led to Xie Jin's study, and when he saw that his subordinates were only sent outside the house, he decided not to go in again. He lifted the curtain and entered the house, and in the room there was only a big monk sitting in the room.

said that he was a monk because he had a shaved head and a ring scar, but he didn't wear monk clothes and shoes, just a simple martial arts fight. There was no trace of compassion on this person's face. The great monk turned his head to look at Fang Zhongjin, but felt that his eyes were shining, and even Fang Zhongjin's heart jumped suddenly.

Xie Jin took Fang Zhongjin's hand and walked towards the monk, and introduced: "This virtuous nephew is the only son of Fang Xiaowen Fang Gong." But he didn't mean to introduce the great monk to Fang Zhongjin.

When people want to say "Fang Gong", they all refer to Fang Xiaoru, and no one remembers that Fang Xiaowen was a young talent who was more prestigious than his younger brother.

The great monk looked Fang Zhongjin up and down, nodded and said: "Sure enough, the tiger father has no dogs, and the virtuous nephew knows at a glance that he is a talented person, just like Brother Fang back then." As he spoke, he came to pull Fang Zhongjin affectionately.

The great monk's hands were rough and tough, his knuckles were wide and powerful, and the hand that was firmly holding Fang Zhongjin seemed to be testing his strength. But that power was only put away, and it was like a rude martial artist who forgot how strong he was, and almost hurt his reading father. Fang Zhongjin couldn't tell if he was too suspicious because he listened to the words of the eldest lady.

The great monk suddenly seemed to have tears in the corners of his eyes, and said sadly: "Fang Gong and I have known each other for many years, and we can be regarded as friends of life and death. I was taken care of by Fang Gong back then, but when he died, I was outside the border and couldn't rush back, so I couldn't go to his grave to pay respects. He turned his head to Xie Jin and said, "Fang Gong is talented, we all admire it in our hearts." I remember that the emperor took everyone to Luer Mountain to fish, and suddenly had a feeling, and came out of the couplet: 'The wind blows a thousand lines of horsetail' to let everyone come right. At that time, the emperor was still an ordinary grandson, what did he do? It was like 'rain hitting wool'. Hahahaha. ”

Xie Jin laughed dryly twice and didn't make a single word of evaluation.

"This time, everyone answered the next couplet, and Fang Gong's lower couplet 'Snow Drifting Deer Mountain Wanli Cotton' was the most neat. At that time, the emperor remembered this fledgling new Hanlin. ”

The story told by the monk, Fang Zhongjin actually heard his mother mention it, but the monk hid a section and didn't tell it. At that time, there was also the fourth prince Zhu Di, who is now the rebel King Yan. Zhu Di also said correctly at that time, "The sun shines on the dragon scales and ten thousand points of gold". As soon as this sentence came out, everyone cheered in their hearts. But compared with the sentence of the emperor and grandson, it only seems that Zhu Di is ambitious, and the emperor is weak and easy to bully. The first emperor didn't say it, but he was extremely unhappy in his heart, and only commented on Fang Xiaowen's sentence as the first.

No one dared to spread this story, but because Fang Xiaowen was in it at the time, and he had told it to his wife, Fang Zhongjin learned about it. The great monk rashly told the story at that time, but he hid a section of Zhu Di, and he didn't know what his intentions were?

Xie Jin smiled embarrassedly: "The monk doesn't abide by the rules, it seems that he drank too much." Come on, come on, I've hidden a few new paintings in the past few days, let's review them together. ”

The monk said, "If you say that you have hidden good wine, I will definitely come to taste it." If you hide a new painting, that's probably the case. He suddenly turned his head to Fang Zhongjin and said, "But I remember that Fang Gong was the most elegant back then, and he hid a lot of really good paintings." I wonder if Fang Xian's nephew would like to take me to your house to appreciate it?"

Fang Zhongjin told him honestly: "Don't hide it from the master, the family was in trouble back then, and if there were any calligraphy and paintings, they would have been sold a long time ago, and now there is no collection." ”

"Eh, my sister-in-law is also a literate and lover of ink, how could she sell all the precious calligraphy and paintings at home? Although his mouth was a request, his spirit was firm, and the intention of compulsion was no longer hidden.

Fang Zhongjin's heart jumped, this monk has to come to my house, what does he want to see? Could it be related to the letter under the locust tree in his hometown? He pretended to be ignorant and said: "There are indeed no calligraphy and paintings at home, but the master wants to come to the house as a guest, and Xiao Ke will sweep the couch to greet him." ”

"Okay, I'll go with my nephew early tomorrow morning. The monk laughed.

Xie Jin hurriedly said: "The great monk is so domineering that he scared Fang Xian's nephew. Virtuous nephew, go and rest, if you want to read calligraphy and painting, it is not today. ”

Fang Zhongjin saluted, returned to the wing room and thought about it, feeling that this monk was really not a good person. And if Xie Jin is all the way with him, then Xie Fu can't stay any longer.

He immediately made up his mind to leave overnight and leave with his mother. So without any baggage, he climbed over the wall in the night.

He had just touched the outer wall of the mansion when he heard a broken cry from behind him: "Hold him!"