Chapter 489 Wendou

Fang Yun's robe. Immediately walk to the hut. As soon as he got to the steps, he walked to the house and said, "Stop! Just stand there.

"What do you mean? Do you want to go back on your word?

Fang Yun asked. Stopped.'s pace.

"I didn't say that. If you pass this level, you can come in immediately. I just let you be the right one. I, Liu Zhengxun, was at least one of my predecessors, seventy-two. How can the question be so simple?

Humanity in the house.

Hearing what he said, Fang Yun smiled instead: "Okay! That is, you think our father and son are reckless. Not to give up yet. I'll give you a chance. Feel free to ask questions. I'll be next.

"What a big tone! I only have three questions, if I answer them. Come on in."

The people in the room are cold.

"Confucianism likes plum blossoms. I'm not afraid of difficulties, and I'm proud of chewing. In the first question, you write a poem on the topic of plum blossoms. But it can't be in the poem. Plum blossom, two words.

" Liu Zhengxun said.

Fang Yun sneered in his heart. This question is indeed a little difficult. How can it be rare to live with him? A little meditation. Fang Yun immediately said coldly, "In the middle of winter, there are thousands of trees, but you have a lot of branches. Wearing frost and laughing at the snow. Only the dark fragrance flow.

There is the word "plum blossom" in this poem, but none of them say it is not plum blossom. In the middle of winter, "the frost" and "dark fragrance" are exactly plum blossoms. After reciting a poem, Fang Yun immediately stepped up and climbed to the second level.

The hut was sinking, and it seemed that he didn't expect Fang Yun to make this poem so soon.

This poem has been circulated. It must be another excellent poem. Every sentence does not have the word Mei, but every sentence reflects Mei. For other great Confucians. Give me a few compliments. But. Liu Zhengxun gently avoided it and immediately said the second question: "People should not be arrogant. But you can't be arrogant. Although the bamboo is like a plum, it is also proud and deeply loved by literati.

The second question, you can take. Bamboo, as a poem, the word 'bamboo' still cannot appear in the poem.

Fang Yun moaned and said no words. Although bamboo is very popular among literati, there are not many good sentences. It's really a little difficult to write bamboo without writing a bamboo character.

"If you can't do it. Just go back by yourself.

There was a cold hum in the room.

A trace of anger flashed across Fang Yun's heart. He immediately said, "I have come up with the second question. Listen carefully.

"One section after section, thousands of leaves are saved. I don't bloom by myself. No need to flirt with bees and butterflies.

Fang went to do the poem, climbed up the order again, and went straight to the curtain of the hut: "Say it. What is the third question?

It's just a moment. Fang Yun passed two levels. I walked under the curtain. It can even pass through the curtain. See him directly. The people in the room are 141 - inevitably a little short of breath. The third question has been given for a long time, which seems to be thinking hard.

Fang Yun was not in a hurry, so he waited for the last question. My grandfather is old-fashioned and arrogant. This time, he broke through two questions that he thought was extremely difficult, and he thought that the father and son of the Fang family were reckless. For those who don't know poetic articles, it must be a blow.

"Wow!

At this time, a gust of wind blew the curtain and poured into the hut. Fang Yun felt that the body in the room trembled. Then I heard a voice in my ear: "Okay! The third question is based on the Yongfeng.

If you are right. Then go straight in. But. I have one more request. This is the third question. You just write poetry. Then in the first sentence. Just solve the problem with three words. Poems pay attention to neatness. Even if the question is solved with three words, the poem must contain a number. You can make a poem.

Fang Yun was shocked when he heard the words. Wind. Invisible and phaseless, used to resonant objects. It is more difficult than plum and bamboo. But. Fang Yun can make "Psang Plum Poems" and "Psang Bamboo Poems". I want to make a poem about the wind. Although it's a little difficult. But it's not a problem. However, a number is added to a poem. The result is completely different.

The difficulty of the third poem. Immediately, it is more than a hundred times larger. Although Fang Yun is self-requiet and quick-thinking. But I heard that I want to do a filial piety. The word "wind" cannot be included in every sentence, and there must be a number in each sentence. We also need to solve the problem with three words. I couldn't help frowning.

"If you make this poem. I will never catch it in front of Fang's family. Mangfu, the word. I won't mention it anymore, poetry and articles, four words. I'll give you a column of incense time. Take your time.

The old voice in the room said, and then there was a sound of knowing everything. After a while. A smell of sandalwood floated out, and it really lit a column of incense.

Fang Yun frowned. Think hard. I think about it. His brain is running at an unprecedented speed. Poems flashed through his mind one by one, and he quickly denied it.

Add a number to each poem, which requires Fang Yun to come up with many sentences, all of which are not applicable. Time passed slowly, and Fang Yun's eyebrows became tighter and tighter.

"There is still half a column of incense left! ......

The cold voice in the room reminded.

Fang Yun stood motionless outside the curtain. His face is slightly pale. Sweat oozed from the palm of his hand. The third question is between the inside and outside the house. A tall wall was erected.

The question is difficult, but Fang Yun has no choice. This is no longer as simple as a single literary fight.

If you can't do it. The temperament of a foreign father-in-law. I'm afraid that all room for turning is immediately cut off.

Fang Yun does not think that a corrupt Confucian who has persisted in recognizing his children for more than 20 years. How tolerant you will be in your own affairs. Although Fang Yun also suspected that the person in the room may not be able to do it. But this topic. He is just the questioner. The person who does the problem is himself.

"This matter. It is related to the luck of the eldest brother and Princess Fukang. I can't fail!

Fang Yun said to himself in his heart.

Time goes by slowly. After a while. The voice in the room sounded again, "There is only a little fragrance, if you can't do it. Go back. As for Fang Lin, don't mention it again. So reckless and arrogant. Lawless. People who ignore the laws of the court. Even if you make a great contribution. It's just a reckless man. You can't be a prince!,

Fang Yun heard him mention "Mang Fu" again and again. I was furious. He blurted out, "Mang Man...

Mangfu... " No matter how reckless. One is your son-in-law and the other is your grandson. If we are reckless, what are you?"

Hmph! Many years ago. I have already expelled your mother from the house. Your father and son. What does it have to do with me?

He snorted in the hut..

"It has nothing to do with it. What's wrong with playing documents? You have also read the books of sages. If you listen at the same time, it will be clear, but if you listen, it will be dark. This is the truth. You should not be unaware. If you say a few words between the Marquis of Pingding and the Marquis of Zhen, you will believe it. Hot-headed. Run to rob his grandson. Have you ever heard the words of our father and son? As an elder, say benevolence and be kind. Do you ask yourself if this is also what an elder should do?

Fang Yun said with hatred.

"There is no need to say more. The time has come. If you can't make poetry, where did you come from, or go back. Twenty years ago. You can expel your children. I don't care about a grandchild.

The people in the hut were furious.

"Who said I couldn't do it. Listen to me.,

Fang Yun paused and said.

"The three autumn leaves can bloom in February, and the flowers can cross the river. Thousands of lanterns are good and the bamboo poles are slanted."

This poem. Every sentence is writing style. But there is not a single word in every sentence. And solve the problem with three. And there is a number in each sentence. They are "three" and two. Thousands. Wan Zheng met Liu Zhengxun's request.

A poem. Fang Yun raised the curtain to cross the threshold. Step into the hut.

As long as you can see. An old man in a blue Confucian costume who is slightly worn out. I'm sitting on a futon.

The old man's temples are frosty white, and his forehead is wrinkled, giving people a sense of old age. His expression was old-fashioned, serious and unsmiling. Muscles on the face. Loose and hard. It's like a stiff stone that seems to take a long time. There is no serious expression on his face. His lips are tight and give people a kind of stubbornness and self-consident. The feeling that it is not easy to convince.

"Is this the mother's unforgettable grandfather!,

Fang Yun looked at the old man not far away and thought silently. On his body. He still has the demeanor of a great Confucian. It's just that the body emblem is leaning on the ricke. The frost-white hair is also a little messy. Now my grandfather is not so much a great Confucian. It's better to be like an ordinary old man.

Fang Yun looked at him carefully. The person in front of you. Whether it's the mother. Or who is the uncle in the city? There is not much similar to this grandfather. In fact, whether it's mother or uncle. It is impossible to keep the old like this. If you really want to say something similar. It's my grandfather who claims to be stubborn. Success was passed on to his two children.

In order to be with her father, the mother resolutely deviated from her grandfather's opinion. Married to father: As for my uncle. I directly abandoned my business and chose the industry that my grandfather didn't like the most. And after making the decision, he did not repent, and the nine cows could not be pulled back!

Fang Yun looked at his grandfather at the same time. Liu Zhengxun is also looking at him. He didn't expect that Caiyun would solve this problem at the last moment. Even if he is himself. Self-examination can't be done in such a short time. In addition to profound poetic cultivation, it is also necessary to have a sense of wisdom.

Liu Zhengxun carefully hit the teenager at the door curtain, which was also the first time he saw his grandson.

Fang Yun's lips are red and white, and his appearance is beautiful and handsome. It is very similar to Mrs. Huayang.

Seeing Fang Yun's face clearly, Liu Zhengxun subconsciously flashed a figure in his mind. There is no reason to be soft in my heart. But. This is just a moment. Gather your eyes. Suddenly, it became extremely profitable.

Liu Zhengxun's voice is fierce. He shouted loudly, "I'm evil! Don't kneel down yet!,

Fang Yun knelt down under the hut and entered the house this time. Hearing him shout so fiercely, he didn't kneel down. Raise your eyebrows. He said coldly, "You don't recognize my mother. Why should I kneel down?

"Hmm! I asked you to kneel down. It's not because you don't respect your elders. Calendar of Zhou Dynasty. It is strictly forbidden to leave the station at the rank of general. Otherwise, it will be punished as a felony. As a general of the court, you are in a barracks for the sake of self-interest. Returning to the capital has violated the calendar of the Zhou Dynasty. Don't kneel down yet,"

Fang Yun heard that he didn't leave home. But he even knew that he had become a general of the court. Be more and more sure. There is someone making trouble behind this. But. He is not afraid of "Huh! When it comes to violating the imperial calendar, you have to be punished first!! Fang Yun stared at his grandfather, and his eyes were like a sword.

This word immediately stirred up a thousand waves. Liu Zhengxun suddenly changed his color. He scolded angrily, "Unbridled!