Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 160 Bright Moon Bright Moon Bright Moon
Fang Jun ate too much and was almost full.But the chef of this Zuixianlou is really good at craftsmanship. Every dish has a unique fragrance, which makes people addicted to chopsticks. I was thinking about trying the new dish next, but I was shocked by this cold voice. Blinking blankly, thinking in his mind how to fight back against the snake spirit disease that specializes in picking things up.

But that moment of silence, in the eyes of others, turned into a guilty conscience.

For a while, all kinds of playful eyes looking at jokes, like a spotlight, all hit Fang Jun.

All waiting to see his jokes.

Even the bright eyes of the bright moon girl seemed to be teasing when they bet on Fang Jun's face.

Fang Jun blinked and looked at Kong Zhixuan, who was arrogant like a big cock, and pretended to be blank and said: "Then what, my dear, can you repeat what you just said? My brother is cooking food here, I didn't hear it clearly. Excuse me……"

ho!As soon as this statement came out, everyone was talking about it.

Kong Zhixuan's blood poured into his pupils in an instant, and his blood vessels almost burst out of breath!
No one in sight!

proud and arrogant!

When people talk to you, they don't listen to you at all?
It's so insane!
Chu Suiliang also frowned slightly, a little unhappy.

No wonder his son said that Fang Jun was a stick, too wild!

Kong Zhixuan almost died of anger, but he couldn't rush up to teach this bastard. He was not stupid. If he really raised his fist, who would teach who...

Gritting his teeth, Kong Zhixuan endured the anger in his chest and said word by word, "I also asked Fang Erlang to write a poem to give us insight!"

Fang Jun suddenly said: "Oh - writing a poem? It's so simple! Just say it straight, who can understand it when it goes around like that!"

Kong Zhixuan almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, suffocated, staring at Fang Jun as he waited for him to write a poem, he made up his mind that no matter what the poem you wrote, it would be condemned to death, and what must be said is worthless !
Everyone also cheered up and shared the enemy, and the thoughts in their hearts were the same as Kong Zhixuan...

I saw Fang Jun standing up holding his wine glass, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, as if concentrating on his thoughts.

After a while, there was no movement...

After a moment, no movement...

Until everyone was a little impatient, Fang Jun suddenly came back to his senses, looked at Kong Zhixuan a little strangely, and said, "Someone suddenly remembered something... My dear, why do you want me to write poetry? I do not know. The guy with the long face, who are you?"

Kong Zhixuan was furious: "This is Kong Zhixuan, the second grandson of Confucius No. 30..."

Fang Jun interrupted him decisively: "Oh...I haven't heard of it!"

"Uh—" Kong Zhixuan rolled his eyes, and was so resolute that he passed out.

The novel words of "I don't know how long a horse has a face" are so lethal that Kong Zhixuan can't bear it...

Thinking of him, Kong Zhixuan was praised as a child prodigy for his freedom, and he was proficient in all poems and classics. Coupled with the transcendent status of his father Kong Yingda in the Confucian world, and the halo bonus of the 32 descendants of Confucius, half of his life went smoothly, and he was praised by others. Have you ever encountered such humiliation?

What's more important is that this Fang Jun is not only superior in force, but he never dares to seek revenge. His father is also a servant shooter, and he is more sturdy than his father Kong Yingda.

But how could Hong Guoguo's humiliation be swallowed in front of so many people?
Therefore, Kong Zhixuan has to pass without judging the past...

During the banquet, chickens and dogs jumped for a while, and they rushed forward to support Kong Zhixuan.

I can't do it if I don't wake up, I don't know which wicked person is smoking, and the lips are all purple...

Fang Yi rubbed his hands together, sighed again and again, looked at his Erlang, and complained, "Erlang, Erlang, let the eldest brother say that your eyes are good? You really..."

Fang Jun raised his eyebrows and said, "What the younger brother said is the truth. Who does this guy think he is? If he wants me to write a poem, I have to do it in a hurry? Hey, self-righteous fool!"

Fang Yizhi opened his mouth and found that it was irrefutable. It seemed... what Erlang said was quite reasonable, right?

Everyone finally settled down Kong Zhixuan in a hurry, Chai Zhewei said with a cold face: "A gentleman is virtuous, how can Erlang hurt people?"

Fang Jun scoffed at this hypocrite, is this standing on the commanding heights of morality?

Immediately counterattack: "Someone who reads less, don't fool me... Otherwise, Mr. Qiao, you will write ten and eight poems for everyone, and the big guy will taste it?"

Chai Zhewei said angrily, "Don't be so unreasonable! How can a dignified prince be allowed to do things over and over again?"

Fang Junqi laughed and pointed at Chai Zhewei's nose: "What do you mean by not doing to others what you don't want to do to others? In my opinion, you are no longer in the realm of virtuous and virtuous, you are wicked!"

Chai Zhewei was furious and shouted, "Fang Jun! Think you're afraid that you won't succeed?"

Fang Jun stood up in a flash and glared angrily: "If you have the ability, stand up and see if I dare to beat you!"

Chai Zhewei almost fainted: "I..."

Fortunately, Chu Suiliang interjected to save Chai Zhewei, who was riding a tiger, but he really didn't dare to stand over...

Chu Suiliang didn't have any displeasure on his face, he looked at Fang Jun with a smile, and said, "Kong Zhixuan is outspoken, and Erlang doesn't have to be reluctant. Your song "The Charcoal Seller" was read by a certain and even though the verse is plain, but it is sincere and sincere. Thought-provoking, it is a rare masterpiece. Even with such talent, on this festival, why not make a song for Chu to appreciate?”

Fang Jun pondered.

To say that he is afraid of Chu Suiliang, that is impossible. You, a servant, can control me?
It's just that the father Fang Xuanling has a really good relationship with the guy. If he collided with him today, there is no guarantee that the words that Fang Xuanling has no tutor will not spread in the future.

His own reputation doesn't matter, but as a son, his father's reputation cannot be ruined.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Jun bowed and said, "Uncle Shi has a life, how dare my little nephew refuse to obey?"

After thinking for a while, his eyes happened to meet the curious eyes of Miss Mingyue. With a move in his heart, he said, "Let's write a poem with this girl's name as the title."

After speaking, he picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, and wrote on a white rice paper.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and swipes away.

Putting a pen on the case, he clasped his fists and said, "My little nephew is invincible, so let's say goodbye first!"

Turn around and go.

If you ask me to write a poem, then I will write one to give you face, after all, you are an elder!
It's a pity that we don't talk too much, and we don't have the heart to make excuses with you. Don't always use the hat of elders to oppress people, this is my attitude!

Fang Yizhi couldn't help but sighed and gave everyone an apologetic smile.

Then, he looked down at the poem Fang Jun wrote.

"hiss--"

Fang Yi took a deep breath, this word is so well written!

Someone around him saw that he was in a daze after reading it, so he reached out and took it, and then passed it down one by one.

Not surprisingly, all the people who read this poem are a little sluggish, and their thoughts are not.

Until it was finally passed on to Chu Suiliang, the very curious girl Mingyue stretched her swan-like neck and stared at the writing on the rice paper with burning eyes.

The ink is dripping, the iron is drawn with a silver hook, and it is a good calligraphy.

Miss Mingyue said softly: "Mingyue Mingyue Mingyue..."

Immediately contempt in my heart, this is too straightforward and vulgar, right?There is no culture at all...

"There is still a lack of contention."

Well, this sentence is a bit interesting, continue...

"Like a young bridal chambermaid,

Temporary reunion, farewell as before.

At the threshold of the small building, it was the season of last year.

Thousands of miles of clear light are still the same, Nai Ye Yong, I hate people absolutely..."

Miss Mingyue's delicate voice gradually decreased, gradually becoming crazy...

Understandable, but sincere and intriguing.

There are thousands of different kinds of thoughts, and there are many complex mentalities that leave people or miss, or doubt, or guess, or complain.

Sorrow and resentment, this is an eternal theme of Liu Yong's poems.

In the brothel, inside the gauze tent, this is Liu Yong's invincible battlefield, his words, for those women who are in the dust, are like a nuclear bomb that shocks the soul!
Chu Suiliang read it three times, stroked his beard, and sighed, "It's a genius! My generation is not as good!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience looked strange.

To say that this poem is really well written, and the realm is here, no one can say anything more.But just think that such a word was actually written by a [-]-year-old who was ignorant and ignorant. How can these guys who are arrogant and arrogant and who have been studying the classics of poetry for many years behave themselves?

When you get here, the party will break up on its own.

After the crowd dispersed, Miss Mingyue returned to the embroidered building in the backyard, reclining on the couch, her graceful and delicate body was soothed, her left hand supported her chin, and she read the song "Wangjiangyue" over and over again, and her clear and beautiful eyes gradually became clear. Covered in a mist of mist...

How is he in the distance?
(End of this chapter)