Chapter 158 Poetry and Wine
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Gong Zi Xu
Chapter 158 Poetry and Wine
The person who spoke was one person on Fang Jun's left.
This man is about thirty years old, with a white face and no beard. The thin knife-striped face stretches the proportions of his facial features a bit, and he looks quite out of balance, giving people a cold and meanness.
A pair of long and narrow eyes were shining brightly, and they squinted at Fang Jun with disdain.
Fang Jun smiled nonchalantly: "My little brother is notorious for not reading, this brother is probably going to be disappointed."
Then he asked, "By the way, who are you?"
The man sneered and said proudly, "Someone is Kong Zhixuan!"
Fang Jun suddenly said, "Oh—I haven't heard of it."
Kong Zhixuan's face was instantly flushed red, and he was so ashamed that he gritted his teeth in hatred.Maybe Fang Jun doesn't know him?We are the eldest son of the great scholar Kong Yingda, a well-educated person in Guanzhong!This kid is clearly humiliating himself!
So annoying!
However, Fang Jun ignored how many grandsons of Confucius were.His temper is a bit explosive, but it's not that anyone who says two mean words will rush up with his arms and sleeves rolled up.
At least, when you want to endure it, you can endure it.
Another person on the opposite side smiled and said, "Erlang's words are too modest. There are many friends, all of whom are studying poetry and books hard, but no one can write a poem of the level of Erlang's "The Charcoal Seller". Erlang keeps saying Be humble, but where do you place us?"
Fang Jun laughed, is this the rhythm of a group fight?One or two are not pleasing to my eyes...
But he still wasn't angry.
By the way, we are also marquis now. Even if we find someone to fight, we have to downgrade a little bit. We can't just kick any kitten and puppy, right?
But this man really deserves a kick from him.
The son of Chai Shao and Princess Pingyang, the eldest brother of Chai Lingwu, Chai Zhewei, who is the prince of Duke Qiao!
Fang Jun looked at the person who spoke with a smile: "My parents are the ones who gave birth to me, and Brother Chai is the one who knows me! You have said everything for me that my little brother is embarrassed to say. A certain martial artist has been fond of martial arts since he was a child, and he doesn't like poetry and books. I know. A few days ago, I had an epiphany and regained my pen and paper, and I suddenly understood it, and I could write poems such as "The Charcoal Seller". If you can't make such a masterpiece, you're just a waste! Why don't you practice your sword and stick with a certain person, or you can fight for the country in the future, so you don't become a one-meter worm, how about it?"
As soon as the words came out, the whole place was silent.
Only Fang Yizhi spit out the wine in his mouth, blushing and covering his face with his hands, showing no face... This second child is so embarrassing!
Everyone looked stupidly at Fang Jun, who was arrogant. Are you a club?Uh... it really is!
Is Chai Zhewei complimenting you?It hurts you!
Can't you hear the good words?
It's just a poem, the verses are plain and white, and the rhythm is inconsistent, and it's not a masterpiece handed down with literary style, so it needs to be so crazy?It just doesn't matter what people in the world put in the eyes, it's really outrageous!
Everyone was so angry that they felt that their face was slapped loudly by Fang Jun, the second fool, "piapia".
Seeing Fang Jun's words, the people were angry, and everyone in the room wanted to take a bite. Fang Yizhi had a big headache, so he quickly pulled Fang Jun and laughed, "Erlang is young and has a frivolous temperament. Don't blame me, don't worry. Strange! Someone drank three cups and thought he was apologizing, so please!"
After three drinks again, a well-maintained white face looks like a big red cloth.
Fang Jun sighed in his heart, how could he not know that this brother was for his own good?He ignored the hostile gaze of his master, drank three cups with his elder brother, ignored anyone's words, bowed his head to compete with the dishes on the short table, and was content.
When everyone asked Fang Yi'ai to invite Fang Jun today, they were humiliated.
At a banquet a few days ago, Fang Yizhi took out Fang Jun's two poems, which shocked the group.
Good poetry, good words!
But no one is convinced!
Since ancient times, literati have been light-hearted, and this is not just talk.
The so-called text without the first and the martial arts without the second is very reasonable.
The article is not a competition, the loser is beaten down, even if your poems are smashed, I just have the cheek to think that it is not as good as me, what can you do to me?
As soon as I came up today, I was provoked by this guy, and I kept sneering and sneering, but this guy turned a deaf ear and just competed with the delicious food and wine in front of him. Everyone couldn't do anything, and he didn't dare to say anything that went too far. Pounce with fists?
Although they all have the heart to ask for guilt, but if they are beaten, it will be a shame...
Fang Jun endured, he couldn't fight this anger.After a while, the individual also dragged his friends around him, drank a little wine, and boasted about how he got a good sentence by chance, how he got advice from a great scholar, how, how...
The atmosphere was warm again.
Delicious food and wine were passed by the gorgeously dressed maids, and they were brought up like water. At the same time, the empty plates were removed.
Seeing Fang Jun eating and drinking, everyone looked at him with disdain.
It is indeed a vulgar thing, vulgar is unbearable!Such an atmosphere of elegance and culture, but eating and drinking without any image, is simply a country bumpkin!It really lowered the level of the banquet!
A line of disdain, contempt, and resentment fell on him, Fang Jun was content and didn't care.
Just kidding, if you didn't have the ability to bear this, how could you have climbed to the high position of the deputy county level with the body of a poor family?
But an extraordinarily clear eye light caught Fang Jun's attention.
It was a woman sitting across from him.
Spend the years, and smile like a flower.
This woman's head is tied in a cloud bun, and her forehead hair is also shaped into a cloud shape, which rests gracefully on top of her long slender eyebrows.
Her temple hair is arranged into a curved fishing shape, but it is thin and transparent, and the clouds on the temples are carelessly combed, like the wings of a cicada, which emphasizes her perfect melon-seed face and silently beautiful eyes.
The slender and graceful, slender and graceful body, coupled with the phoenix crown and emerald clothes, makes her a kind of fairy-like beauty that transcends all living beings, is difficult to climb, and is aloof.
Plain clothes and light shirts, but there is a string of necklaces hanging on the pink neck, which is dazzling on the chest. The upper layer is composed of more than 20 gold beads inlaid with jewels, and the bottom is made of a dew-shaped jade pendant. It was crystal clear and dazzling, but it formed a strange harmony with the clear and beautiful temperament, which could not take away her delicate and refined temperament, which surpassed all the rich and gorgeous temperament.
Fang Jun was stunned.
It's really weird for such a stunning beauty to be in the red dust of fireworks...
The four eyes met, and the other party gave a graceful smile.
It seems to be unparalleled in beauty, but there is a coquettish in the bones, clear and moving, weak and slender, and the temperament of people is pitiful.
Under Fang Jun's dull gaze, the woman stood up pretty.
With eyes like autumn water, he looked around at everyone present, and lightly patted the white and delicate little hand.
The sound of silk and bamboo disappeared, and the singer gently retreated.
At this time, she was the only one standing in the center of the hall, with a voice like an oriole: "There is wine but no poetry, just like burning a piano and cooking a crane, isn't it a pity?"
As he spoke, he frowned, as long as he was a man, he would have a strong urge to hold her in his arms with tender love and love.She is the kind of person who wants to take her to the bed to have fun when a man sees her, but can't bear to hurt a little.
Fang Jun swallowed and spit, the world is stunning!
Maybe only the Wu Meiniang in the family can be compared to the enemy, and it will take a few years to get used to it...
Time is like water, white horses pass by, and before you know it, it's the end of the year, alas, it's time to ask for votes...
(End of this chapter)
The person who spoke was one person on Fang Jun's left.
This man is about thirty years old, with a white face and no beard. The thin knife-striped face stretches the proportions of his facial features a bit, and he looks quite out of balance, giving people a cold and meanness.
A pair of long and narrow eyes were shining brightly, and they squinted at Fang Jun with disdain.
Fang Jun smiled nonchalantly: "My little brother is notorious for not reading, this brother is probably going to be disappointed."
Then he asked, "By the way, who are you?"
The man sneered and said proudly, "Someone is Kong Zhixuan!"
Fang Jun suddenly said, "Oh—I haven't heard of it."
Kong Zhixuan's face was instantly flushed red, and he was so ashamed that he gritted his teeth in hatred.Maybe Fang Jun doesn't know him?We are the eldest son of the great scholar Kong Yingda, a well-educated person in Guanzhong!This kid is clearly humiliating himself!
So annoying!
However, Fang Jun ignored how many grandsons of Confucius were.His temper is a bit explosive, but it's not that anyone who says two mean words will rush up with his arms and sleeves rolled up.
At least, when you want to endure it, you can endure it.
Another person on the opposite side smiled and said, "Erlang's words are too modest. There are many friends, all of whom are studying poetry and books hard, but no one can write a poem of the level of Erlang's "The Charcoal Seller". Erlang keeps saying Be humble, but where do you place us?"
Fang Jun laughed, is this the rhythm of a group fight?One or two are not pleasing to my eyes...
But he still wasn't angry.
By the way, we are also marquis now. Even if we find someone to fight, we have to downgrade a little bit. We can't just kick any kitten and puppy, right?
But this man really deserves a kick from him.
The son of Chai Shao and Princess Pingyang, the eldest brother of Chai Lingwu, Chai Zhewei, who is the prince of Duke Qiao!
Fang Jun looked at the person who spoke with a smile: "My parents are the ones who gave birth to me, and Brother Chai is the one who knows me! You have said everything for me that my little brother is embarrassed to say. A certain martial artist has been fond of martial arts since he was a child, and he doesn't like poetry and books. I know. A few days ago, I had an epiphany and regained my pen and paper, and I suddenly understood it, and I could write poems such as "The Charcoal Seller". If you can't make such a masterpiece, you're just a waste! Why don't you practice your sword and stick with a certain person, or you can fight for the country in the future, so you don't become a one-meter worm, how about it?"
As soon as the words came out, the whole place was silent.
Only Fang Yizhi spit out the wine in his mouth, blushing and covering his face with his hands, showing no face... This second child is so embarrassing!
Everyone looked stupidly at Fang Jun, who was arrogant. Are you a club?Uh... it really is!
Is Chai Zhewei complimenting you?It hurts you!
Can't you hear the good words?
It's just a poem, the verses are plain and white, and the rhythm is inconsistent, and it's not a masterpiece handed down with literary style, so it needs to be so crazy?It just doesn't matter what people in the world put in the eyes, it's really outrageous!
Everyone was so angry that they felt that their face was slapped loudly by Fang Jun, the second fool, "piapia".
Seeing Fang Jun's words, the people were angry, and everyone in the room wanted to take a bite. Fang Yizhi had a big headache, so he quickly pulled Fang Jun and laughed, "Erlang is young and has a frivolous temperament. Don't blame me, don't worry. Strange! Someone drank three cups and thought he was apologizing, so please!"
After three drinks again, a well-maintained white face looks like a big red cloth.
Fang Jun sighed in his heart, how could he not know that this brother was for his own good?He ignored the hostile gaze of his master, drank three cups with his elder brother, ignored anyone's words, bowed his head to compete with the dishes on the short table, and was content.
When everyone asked Fang Yi'ai to invite Fang Jun today, they were humiliated.
At a banquet a few days ago, Fang Yizhi took out Fang Jun's two poems, which shocked the group.
Good poetry, good words!
But no one is convinced!
Since ancient times, literati have been light-hearted, and this is not just talk.
The so-called text without the first and the martial arts without the second is very reasonable.
The article is not a competition, the loser is beaten down, even if your poems are smashed, I just have the cheek to think that it is not as good as me, what can you do to me?
As soon as I came up today, I was provoked by this guy, and I kept sneering and sneering, but this guy turned a deaf ear and just competed with the delicious food and wine in front of him. Everyone couldn't do anything, and he didn't dare to say anything that went too far. Pounce with fists?
Although they all have the heart to ask for guilt, but if they are beaten, it will be a shame...
Fang Jun endured, he couldn't fight this anger.After a while, the individual also dragged his friends around him, drank a little wine, and boasted about how he got a good sentence by chance, how he got advice from a great scholar, how, how...
The atmosphere was warm again.
Delicious food and wine were passed by the gorgeously dressed maids, and they were brought up like water. At the same time, the empty plates were removed.
Seeing Fang Jun eating and drinking, everyone looked at him with disdain.
It is indeed a vulgar thing, vulgar is unbearable!Such an atmosphere of elegance and culture, but eating and drinking without any image, is simply a country bumpkin!It really lowered the level of the banquet!
A line of disdain, contempt, and resentment fell on him, Fang Jun was content and didn't care.
Just kidding, if you didn't have the ability to bear this, how could you have climbed to the high position of the deputy county level with the body of a poor family?
But an extraordinarily clear eye light caught Fang Jun's attention.
It was a woman sitting across from him.
Spend the years, and smile like a flower.
This woman's head is tied in a cloud bun, and her forehead hair is also shaped into a cloud shape, which rests gracefully on top of her long slender eyebrows.
Her temple hair is arranged into a curved fishing shape, but it is thin and transparent, and the clouds on the temples are carelessly combed, like the wings of a cicada, which emphasizes her perfect melon-seed face and silently beautiful eyes.
The slender and graceful, slender and graceful body, coupled with the phoenix crown and emerald clothes, makes her a kind of fairy-like beauty that transcends all living beings, is difficult to climb, and is aloof.
Plain clothes and light shirts, but there is a string of necklaces hanging on the pink neck, which is dazzling on the chest. The upper layer is composed of more than 20 gold beads inlaid with jewels, and the bottom is made of a dew-shaped jade pendant. It was crystal clear and dazzling, but it formed a strange harmony with the clear and beautiful temperament, which could not take away her delicate and refined temperament, which surpassed all the rich and gorgeous temperament.
Fang Jun was stunned.
It's really weird for such a stunning beauty to be in the red dust of fireworks...
The four eyes met, and the other party gave a graceful smile.
It seems to be unparalleled in beauty, but there is a coquettish in the bones, clear and moving, weak and slender, and the temperament of people is pitiful.
Under Fang Jun's dull gaze, the woman stood up pretty.
With eyes like autumn water, he looked around at everyone present, and lightly patted the white and delicate little hand.
The sound of silk and bamboo disappeared, and the singer gently retreated.
At this time, she was the only one standing in the center of the hall, with a voice like an oriole: "There is wine but no poetry, just like burning a piano and cooking a crane, isn't it a pity?"
As he spoke, he frowned, as long as he was a man, he would have a strong urge to hold her in his arms with tender love and love.She is the kind of person who wants to take her to the bed to have fun when a man sees her, but can't bear to hurt a little.
Fang Jun swallowed and spit, the world is stunning!
Maybe only the Wu Meiniang in the family can be compared to the enemy, and it will take a few years to get used to it...
Time is like water, white horses pass by, and before you know it, it's the end of the year, alas, it's time to ask for votes...
(End of this chapter)
