Everyone thought that Ram Xun and Fang Yun were both from Jingguo, or they were joking, or they deliberately said this to promote each other's names, but they were all puzzled when they saw Fang Yun's expression.

Fang Yong looked at the ram patrol with a confused look.

Only then did everyone realize that the Ram Patrol had not discussed it with Fang Yun, but suddenly spoke, as if he had ulterior motives.

Many people think of what happened to Fang Yun in Jingguo, and understand that it is very likely that the ram patrol is aimed at Fang Yun, but in this more indirect way, it doesn't seem like Fang Yun is killed.

Fang Yun's confused and confused expression dissipated, and then said with a smile: "Brother Ram said that you are a disciple of a dignified and half-holy family, how can you need me to help." People make mistakes, horses stumble, and even if Brother Ram makes occasional mistakes, it's nothing. It's just that you can't represent Jingguo, and I can't represent either. ”

The Ram Patrol said lightly: "You are too serious, I am just asking for help." Maybe if I draw the topic I'm ready for, I don't need you Fang Zhenguo to come out. ”

Many of the people present had unsightly faces, especially the scholar of the family who was out of the mansion.

Fang Zhenguo's title is called praise in private, but if it is called at this kind of literary meeting, it is making others even more jealous and hostile to Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and watched the ram patrol for dozens of breaths, and the courtyard in Surabaya was silent.

"Okay, since Brother Ram is also from Jingguo, and he is also a semi-saint family of my Jingguo, contributing to the human race, if my luck doesn't even help with this little favor, it will be too unkind, unjust, disloyal and brave, I will help! Even if I can't compose poems, stand there for a quarter of an hour, let everyone look at our fortune and lose face, I will help! However, this is just the ugliness of you and me, and it has nothing to do with Jingguo!"

Fang Yun's voice was loud, and countless people praised it in their hearts.

Those Hanlin and university scholars secretly sighed that Fang Yun was really a genius, if the two of them continued to entangle. Without waiting to write a poem, he would lose Jingguo's face, Fang Yun decisively chose to help, and unceremoniously accused the Ram Patrol of being unkind and unjust, but he wouldn't do that, he could lose his face, but he couldn't lose Jingguo's face in front of outsiders.

"The wind of Baume & Mercier. The Confucian scholar couldn't help but sigh lightly, quite regretful.

Ram Patrol's expression didn't change in the slightest, still smiling, he reached into the cardboard box, and then took out a note. Then he sighed helplessly: "Love." Alas, I wasn't prepared, Fang Yun, it looks like I really need your help. ”

Fang Yun immediately stood up and said, "Since I have promised, it is my duty to do so. After saying that, he walked to the table next to the Ram Patrol.

Li Fanming hurriedly whispered: "Leave the best Mid-Autumn Festival poems in tomorrow's Shengxu Literary Meeting!

Fang Yun nodded and continued to walk forward.

"It's obligatory, but it's not a classic. Where's the word?" a scholar asked.

Ci Jun pondered for a while, and said with a smile: "When it is Fang Yun's words, his words and poems have always been novel. ”

The rest of the scholars also read the holy scriptures and heard this idiom for the first time. It was determined that it was Fang Yun's words.

"There is a book called "Romance of the Three Kingdoms". Fang Yun thought of the unshirkable provenance in his heart and came to the Ram Patrol.

The Ram Patrol immediately took the initiative to study ink for Fang Yun, and said with a smile: "Xie Fangmao will help, if he is sent in the future." It's my duty too!"

Fang Yun picked up the brush and said, "Brother Ram is polite." A few days ago, I was admiring the moon by Yuhai City, and I occasionally got a sentence. But I don't know how to answer a sentence, but today I see the talents of the ten countries gathered here, and I am far away from home, and I feel something, and I have the latter sentence. ”

Fang Yun said, picking up the pen and writing.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

This is the Confucian Palace, as soon as these two sentences come out, the orange talent comes out through the paper, one foot, two feet, just two sentences, it has already reached the mansion, and the talent exceeds that of any person in the Wenhui.

Ci Jun immediately stood up and said with his tongue: "The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time." ”

When everyone hears the words of Ci Jun, the words of these two poems immediately appear clearly in their minds, and the voice of Ci Jun seems to write these two lines of poetry in people's minds.

The Confucian scholar said: "This sentence can be passed down through the ages. ”

"This 'birth' instead of 'rising' has the artistic conception of gestation and birth, wonderful!"

"The sentence 'the end of the world is at this time', saying that everyone is looking forward to reunion on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. ”

Many people are gloomy, and most of them can't reunite with their relatives in this Mid-Autumn Festival.

Subsequently, Fang Yun finished writing the remaining six sentences of the famous article of Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty.

The lover complains about the night, and he is lovesick at night.

The candles are extinguished, and the light is full, and the clothes are dewed.

It's unbearable to give away, and it's a good time to sleep.

At the end of the day, Fang Yun wrote "Looking at the moon and being far away" on the top.

Talent three and a half feet.

"The poem came out of Mingzhou, and after it has been circulated for a long time, there is a possibility of Zhenguo!" said in a low voice.

Li Fanming praised: "Good poem! The first two sentences are half scene and half love, and the scene is one. The next few sentences are like a story, telling the act of missing relatives, as if it was right in front of you. ”

Some people are also immersed in this poem, which uses the moonrise scene as a guide, transcribing the lover's troubles for too long at night and the lovesickness in his heart. I obviously want to put out the candle and sleep, but I can see the bright moonlight, and I can't help but go out to admire the moon in my clothes, but after the last time, I am wet with dew because it is too long, and I want to give the moonlight to people in the distance but I can't do it, and I can only sleep after the last day, and I pin the hope of seeing each other in my dreams.

Fang Yun must have wanted to write this poem because of his lover who missed him yesterday, and without real experience, it would have been impossible to write such a detailed and evocative poem. ”

A university scholar said with a smile: "It is worthy of Fang Yun, even if it is temporary, it can become a poem in Mingzhou, which is comparable to a poet." ”

Ci Jun said with a smile: "'Bright Moon on the Sea' is full of momentum, but it has a beautiful artistic conception. 'At this time, the end of the world' is a sentence that writes all the people in the world, and he is far inferior. ”

Many people didn't care about Ci Jun's words, but a few people kept it in their hearts, this Ci Jun and Shi Jun were originally friends, but now they are obviously very dissatisfied with Shi Jun, only saying "he", not even mentioning their names, everyone knows that Shi Jun and Fang Yun have a feud because of the death of their disciples, it seems that Ci Jun is on Fang Yun's side.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Mr. Tree has moved!

When everyone looked up, they saw hundreds of ancient trees with branches rustling without wind, and then pieces of leaves flew down like butterflies under the bright moon.

Everyone felt the joy of the ancient trees, and it was strange and ridiculous, but it was real.

Some people reached out and took a few pieces of ancient tree leaves, the ancient trees of the Confucian Palace are evergreen all year round, the leaves do not fall in wind and rain, only the poems can make them forget and wither, because of the talent and the holy way and fall, so Mr. Tree's leaves are the most popular souvenirs in Kong City.

After asking the elders, the children immediately ran to the bottom of the tree, spread their arms in the middle of the fallen leaves, and cheered happily.

The fallen leaves of the ancient tree are a great honor in Confucius City, especially those who have studied in the Confucian Palace, looking at Fang Yun with great envy, after this falling leaves, Fang Yun's name will inevitably stay on the stone wall where the fallen leaves of the ancient tree are recorded.

At the same time, people were shouting everywhere in the Confucian Palace.

"Mr. Tree has lost his leaves! Mr. Tree has lost his leaves!"

"Let's go and pick up Mr. Tree's leaves outside the Surabaya courtyard!"

Liu Zizhi suddenly strode over, and said as he walked: "Fang Yun, if I can't compose poetry, are you willing to help me?"

Fang Yun stared at Liu Zizhi and said: "Your Liu family is loyal, Liu Zicheng is bright and fair, Liu Xiang is even more bloody for my human race, seeing the barbarian corpses all over the field, how can I not help!"

Fang Yun's tone did not have the slightest resentment, but the "facts" he described were inexplicably full of resentment.

"Shame on Jingguo, great thief of the human race!" a person couldn't help but scold Zuo Xiang.

Many people lamented that Fang Yun, as a model of a literati in one country, was almost killed by Jing Guozuo's family long ago, and everyone in the ten countries knew about it.

Liu Zizhi's face did not change, he reached out and took out a note from the cardboard box, his face finally changed slightly, and he seemed to say reluctantly: "It's really unfortunate, there is the word Biansai on the paper, I haven't been to Saibei, I can't write poetry, I don't know if Fang Exemplar can write a poem?"

Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun, his heart was full of resentment, and he never believed that Fang Yun would be able to write good poems in a short period of time for the second time.

Fang Yun raised his pen and said: "Why not? Then I will write a poem "Guan Shanyue Sends Liu Shan and All the Soldiers" to praise Liu Xiang's great achievements!" Saying that, Fang Yun wrote a famous poem "Guan Shanyue" by the poet Immortal Li Bai.

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, and the vast sea of clouds.

The long wind is tens of thousands of miles, blowing the Yumen Pass.

Fang Yun wrote a sentence, and Ci Jun said a sentence with his tongue, and when Fang Yun finished writing the first four sentences, thousands of people couldn't help but stand up, and the sound of tables and chairs rang out.

"This ...... It's magnificent!

"Pondering repeatedly, like a picture in front of you, no, it is like the real scene is in front of you, the moon rises in the Tianshan Mountains, walks in the sea of clouds, and the long wind blows, it is just like in front of you!"

The previous poem 'The moon is born on the sea' is full of momentum but the scenery is beautiful, and the four sentences of this poem are majestic and the scenery is magnificent, the former is like a great Confucian poem on the seaside, and the latter is like a generalissimo of a soldier standing outside the plug to admire the moon, absolutely!"

A child of a family excitedly repeated: "It's right, it's right, it's right, it's right......"

"Mr. Tree is moving again!"

The rustle of the ancient trees continued to sound, and the leaves fell one after another.

Fang Yun lowered his head and finished writing the content behind the ancient poem.

Hanxia Baideng Road, a peek at Qinghu Bay.

came to the battlefield, but no one returned.

The soldier looked at the side, and thought about how bitter he was.

High-rise buildings are at this night, sighing is not idle.

The poem became a talent, and the talent once again exceeded three feet and was nearly four feet high.

"It's Narushu again!"

"Hmph, if there was no Jingguo Zuo Xiang to make a stumbling block last year, how could 'no one return', Fang Yun wrote it well! I really want to smash this poem on the face of that treacherous minister!"

"Alas, the last four sentences were sincerely given to the soldiers, who were thinking of their relatives at home under the moon at the border, and on the same night, their wives were also at home sighing day and night. ”

Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun like a ghost, obviously it was a note drawn on the spot, but Fang Yun not only wrote a side poem, not only deducted the theme of Mingyue, not only wrote Zuo Xiang into it, but also wrote so well and wrote so fast, who can compare with this kind of talent?

(To be continued......)