There is a small stream outside the south of Ningbo Fucheng, and the two sides of the stream are lined with green trees.
Sitting by the stream and listening to the murmuring of the water, if you have another glass of wine, it is a happy life.
Early in the morning, when the sun was shining on the stream, servants came one after another.
They cleared a clearing by the river, then carried the cut trees away, and covered the stumps with grass so that they would not look abrupt.
After a while, there were people reading one after another, and the riverside suddenly became lively.
Some of these people are uncrowned, some have gray beards, but they all have one thing in common - reserve.
By the river, I saw everyone saying hello to each other, and they sent someone a glass of wine.
When Mu Yan arrived, he saw this lively scene, he smiled and quickened his pace, greeted people all the way, walked in front of the undertaker Qian Wen, and arched his hand: "Brother Yandao has worked hard." ” Qian Wen's family background is good, and the people are also enthusiastic, he arched his hand and smiled: "It's just to get some wine and food, and the next person is idle and idle, not enough to worry about."
Mu Yan, when you are admitted to the Juren, your father will pick up words for you, right?
” Mu Yan said abruptly: "My father said that the younger brother is too jumpy and difficult to pick words. ” Qian Wen smiled: "It's not easy to take, hahahaha!"
” Mu Yan then integrated into those circles, greeting people everywhere, and seemed extraordinarily energetic.
"It's nice to be young!"
Qian Wen, who was in his twenties, watched Mu Yan running around enviously, and then ordered his subordinates to set up the table and drink and food.
After the two maids who recorded the poems were in place, the poetry meeting officially began.
So the words were full of streams, so everyone was slightly drunk, and when the sun was in the sky, the few who had a poor amount of wine were already wandering.
"It's so hilarious!"
Just as everyone was chanting poems, a few people came out of the woods and praised the first one.
Qian Wen frowned and looked at the person who came, and came over and asked, "Dare to ask where the distinguished guest came from?"
” He placed men outside the woods, and it stands to reason that no one could get in.
But the person in front of him looked very calm, and the two family-looking men behind him showed no signs of making a move, which made Qian Wen a little confused.
There was a slightly drunken scholar by the brook who had just written a poem, which won a lot of applause, and was proud, when he saw a stranger coming in, he shouted: "Brother Yandao, drive them out!"
” Qian Wen has already married a family, but he is not stunned.
He saw that although the person who came was simple in Tsing Yi, he had an entourage, so he asked, "Dare to ask Brother Ren's name." ” The person who came took a folding fan in his hand and tapped his palm casually, and walked forward.
"I'm awake."
The person who came didn't stop at his feet, walked to the front of the crowd, and asked with a smile, "Who wanted Fang to get out just now?"
” "Fang Xing ......"
The scholars present looked at each other, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's Xinghebo!"
” In an instant, there was silence by the stream, and the scholar's face turned white just now.
His legs trembled, and he blinked his eyes and said, "Student......
Student......
He who does not know is not guilty......"
A few tables were set up by the creek with food and drink.
In the distance, there was no smoke from the cooking, and it was the servants who were heating up the food at any time.
Fang Xing glanced at the man, walked to the table and took a wine glass, poured himself, raised his glass and said, "I heard that all the virtuous people have a meeting today, Fang Mou came uninvited......
Be a villain, everyone is at your own convenience, Fang wants to hear the masterpiece of the young handsome man in Ningbo Mansion. ” When the scholar saw that Fang Xing didn't pursue it, he couldn't help but weaken his legs, and quickly grabbed the shoulders of the people around him, so that he didn't make a fool of himself.
"He's Fang ......
Xinghebo?
” Someone asked in a low voice.
"Who dares to impersonate?
That's looking for death!
” "It's okay to pretend to be a petty official, but it's okay to pretend to be a famous murderer?
Fools do. ” Xing Hebo, who was notorious, was drinking, and even ate a few pieces of braised pork, not worried about being poisoned at all.
Qian Wen hurriedly came over and saluted: "I've seen Xinghebo."
Today's poetry will be prosperous and lively, and it should be a grand event. ” Fang Xing bowed his head slightly and said, "You can compose poems, Fang Mou listened." ” Qian Wen responded with a smile on his face, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.
With such a great god here, who can concentrate on composing poetry!
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Moreover, this is the founder of science, and he is a mortal enemy of Confucianism.
Listen?
I'm afraid I want to hear if anyone dares to praise and criticize the evils of the times!
The last time Jinling arrested Yan Bingxing, those Guozijian students who went to 'speak up' were taught a lesson by the ancestral precept that 'students must not talk about political affairs', and then Guozijian was punished extraordinarily.
I didn't even have a chance to speak, so I was miserable!
But to Qian Wen's expectation, those scholars were excited.
The sound of chanting poems echoed by the stream again, and the wine was constantly consumed, but the atmosphere became more and more high.
Qian Wen was stunned, then thought about it carefully, and then looked at the expressions of these people, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.
Some people wanted to demonstrate, so that the 'Confucian rebellion', who was drinking on the sidelines and had a relaxed attitude, would see what poetry was.
The other part was flushed and his eyes flashed, obviously hoping to get this one's blue eyes.
After all, the prince is in Jinling!
If you get into the eyes of the prince, and you will be more angry in your own country, then congratulations, you have embarked on the road of Qingyun from now on.
Mu Yan was full of curiosity about Fang Xing, and his temperament made him bold.
So when Fang Xing was sipping a light drink and eating all kinds of delicacies, he was also a little curious when he saw Mu Yan coming over.
"People here are afraid of me, why aren't you?"
Fang Xing's brows furrowed slightly, he didn't want to preach for science today.
Mu Yan saw that Fang Xing was actually willing to take care of himself, and said excitedly: "Xinghebo, the student knows that your poem is not gorgeous, but it is very moving, and it feels like a ......
It's like one person against the whole world, which makes people's blood boil. ” met a fan here, which made Fang Xing a little confused.
He asked, "Which one?"
” He had been a thief a few times before, but he had forgotten about it.
Probably singing the meaning of the Great Jiangdong to the Kanto Han, the copper pipa, and the iron plate, Mu Yan poured himself a glass of wine, and after a sip of dryness, he recited: "What do you want to transport the canopy, I didn't dare to turn over, I have already met, I have broken my hat to cover my face in the downtown area, and the leaky boat carries wine in the middle of the stream......"
Mu Yan's voice gradually became louder, and the chanting over there stopped, and they all looked here.
Someone whispered: "That person's poem is bullshit, a three-year-old child can make it, and Mu Yan's posture of slapping the horse is too ugly." ” "That is, what was delivered to the canopy, what did not dare to turn over, it was all that person's self-deprecation, what hypocrisy!"
"Then you're going to correct it?"
"Love to go to you, that person is famous, if he remembers it, sooner or later the whole family will be unlucky!"
"And what are you muttering?"
A scholar frowned and said to the two companions who were muttering: "This poem is better than the artistic conception, at that time, Xing and Boke were enemies all around, which just fits this artistic conception, and it is very suitable." ” "Heng Mei coldly pointed at Qianfu, bowed his head and was willing to be a son of a cow, hid in a small building to become a unity, and managed him in winter, summer and spring and autumn!"
The scholar sighed: "Looking at Xinghebo's actions over the years, he is arrogant, but he has made great contributions to the country, this is a courtier who is not a party or a group!"
Sure enough, it was Heng Mei who pointed coldly at Qianfu!
Admire!
” Fang Xing didn't know that he still had a fan in this group of scholars, and when he saw Mu Yan's face red after reciting, he smiled and said: "You remember clearly, but seeing that you are still young, you can't drink too much wine, it hurts your body!"
” Mu Yan gave up his hand to be taught, and then asked, "Xinghebo, are you here to arrest people in Ningbo?"
The student knew a few corrupt officials. ” An age with a strong sense of justice!
Fang Xing smiled and said, "No, there are just some things to do, but I have to thank you for seeing you again." ” Mu Yan sighed, and said with a hard face: "The student will definitely go to the capital in the future, and I hope to visit you when the time comes." ” Fang Xing nodded and said, "Fangjiazhuang is just outside Beiping City, and you are welcome at any time." ” After speaking, Fang Xing arched his hand at those scholars and turned to leave.
"Is he here to listen to us compose poems?"
Fang Xing left, and the interest of those scholars was greatly reduced, and Qian Wen was also very interested in asking someone to bring the staple food and beckoning everyone to take it together.
This is the Poetry Club, a poetry and picnic party.