Chapter 1653

There is a stream in the south of Fucheng, Ningbo, with trees on both sides.

Sitting by the stream listening to the gurgling water, if you have another glass of wine, it is a happy life.

Early in the morning, when the sun just shone on the stream, some servants came here one after another.

They cleared an open space by the river, then carried the cut trees away, and covered the stumps close to the ground with grass, so that they would not feel abrupt.

After a while, scholars came one after another, and the river became lively.

These people have no crown, have gray hair, but they all have one thing in common - reserve.

The river only saw everyone bow their hands and say hello to each other, so they sent a glass of wine.

When Muyan arrived, he saw this lively scene. He smiled and accelerated his pace. He greeted people all the way, walked to Qian Wen, the undertaker, and said with an arch hand: "brother Yandao, it's hard."

Qian Wen's family is good and his people are warm. He arched his hands and said with a smile, "it's just to get some wine and food. The servant is also idle. It's not worth mentioning. Mu Yan, when you are admitted to the Ju Ren examination, your father will take the words for you?"

Mu Yan said timidly, "my father said that my little brother is too jumpy to take words."

Qian Wen said with a smile, "it's not easy to take, ha ha!"

Mu Yan then integrated into those circles, greeted people everywhere, and seemed particularly energetic.

"It's nice to be young!"

Qian Wenyan, in his twenties, watched admiring words running everywhere, and then ordered his servants to set up the table and wine and food.

After the two servant girls who recorded poems were in place, the poetry meeting officially began.

So Ci Fu filled the stream, so everyone was slightly drunk. When the sun was in the sky, those with poor drinking capacity were already in a state of debauchery.

"How lively!"

Just as everyone was singing a poem, several people came out of the woods and the first one praised it.

Qian Wen frowned at the visitor and asked, "how dare you ask your guest?"

He put hands outside the woods, and no one could come in.

But the man looked very calm in front of him, and the two servants like men behind him didn't show any signs of touching, which confused Qian Wen.

A drunken scholar by the stream just wrote a poem and won a lot of applause. He was proud. When he saw a stranger coming in, he shouted, "brother Yandao, drive them away!"

Qian Wen has already got married, but he is not lengtouqing. He saw that although the visitor walked in green clothes, he had an entourage, so he asked, "I dare ask your name."

The visitor took a folding fan in his hand and beat the palm of his hand at will, and walked forward.

"We wake up."

The visitor kept walking at his feet, came to the front of the crowd, smiled and asked, "who wanted Fang to roll just now?"

"Fang Xing..."

The scholars present looked at each other, and suddenly someone shouted, "it's xinghebo!"

In an instant, the brook was silent, and the scholar who had just yelled turned white. His legs trembled, blinked and said, "students... Students... Those who don't know don't sin..."

There are several tables by the stream, on which wine and food are placed. The smoke from the kitchen in the distance was faint. The servants were heating food at any time.

Fang woke up and glanced at the man. He went to the table and took a wine glass. After pouring it, he raised his glass and said, "I heard that you virtuous people will attend today's elegant meeting. Fang came uninvited... Be a bad guest. Please help yourself. Fang wants to listen to the masterpiece of the young Junyan of Ningbo mansion."

Seeing Fang Xing's failure to investigate, the scholar couldn't help but soften his legs and quickly grabbed the shoulders of the people around him. This was no embarrassment.

"He is Fang... Xinghebo?"

Someone whispered.

"Who dares to pretend? That's death!"

"It's OK to pretend to be a small official. He's a fool who pretends to be famous."

Xing Hebo, a notorious man, was drinking and even ate a few slices of marinated meat. He was not worried that he would be poisoned.

Qian Wen hurried over to salute and said, "I've seen Xinghe Bo. Today's poetry meeting has Xinghe Bo. It should be a grand event."

Fang Xing nodded slightly and said, "write a poem, Fang Mou, listen."

Qian Wen responded with a smile on his face, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

With such a great God, who can concentrate on writing poetry!

And this is the founder of science, and Confucianism is a sworn enemy.

listen?

I'm afraid to hear if anyone dares to praise or criticize the current disadvantages!

When Yan Bingxing was arrested in Jinling last time, the imperial college students who went to "speak out" were taught a lesson by the ancestral motto that "students should not talk about political affairs", and then the Imperial College imposed additional penalties.

I don't even have a chance to speak. It's unbearable!

To Qian Wen's surprise, those scholars were excited.

The voice of reciting poetry echoed again by the stream. The wine was consumed continuously, but the atmosphere was higher and higher.

Qian Wen was stunned, then thought about it carefully, looked at the faces of these people, and couldn't help laughing bitterly in his heart.

Some people want to demonstrate and let the "Confucian rebels" who drink at the side and have a leisurely mood see what poetry is.

The other part was flushed and twinkled, obviously hoping to get the green eyes of the.

After all, the prince is in Jinling!

If you enter the prince's eyes and strive for more success in the examination, congratulations. From then on, you have embarked on the Qingyun road.

Mu Yan is full of curiosity when the other party wakes up, and his jumping nature makes him have extra courage.

Therefore, when Fang Xing was sipping meager wine and eating all kinds of delicious food, he was also curious to see Mu Yan coming.

"People here are afraid of me. Why aren't you afraid?"

Fang Xing's eyebrows wrinkled slightly. He didn't want to preach science today.

Mu Yan saw that Fang Xing was willing to take care of himself and said excitedly, "xinghebo, the students know that your poem is not gorgeous, but it is very touching. It feels like... It's like one person fighting the whole world, which makes people's blood boil."

I met a fan here, which made Fang Xing feel a little confused. He asked, "which one?"

He had been a thief several times before, but his family forgot it.

It's probably a song about the great river going east. He has to ask the Great Han of Kanto, copper Pipa and iron Chuo board. Mu Yan poured himself a glass of wine. After he dried up, he recited:

"What do you want to deliver the Huagai? You've met before you dare to turn over. You've broken your hat to cover your face in the busy market, and the wine on the leaky ship is in the middle stream..."

The voice of Mu Yan gradually grew louder. The chanting voice over there stopped and looked at this side.

Someone whispered, "that man's poem is nonsense. Three-year-old children can do it. The attitude of admiring words and flattering horses is too ugly."

"That is, it's the man's self mockery to deliver the canopy and not dare to turn over. What hypocrisy!"

"Then go and correct it?"

"Love you, that man is famous. If he writes it down, sooner or later the whole family will be unlucky!"

"What are you muttering about?"

A scholar frowned and said to his two muttering companions, "this poem is better than the artistic conception. At that time, Xinghe and Boke were enemies all around. It just fit this artistic conception. It's perfect."

"With cold eyebrows, he pointed at thousands of men, bent his head and was willing to be an ox, hid in a small building into one, and took care of his winter, summer, spring and autumn!"

The scholar sighed: "looking at xinghebo's behavior over the years, he is arrogant and outstanding, but he has made great contributions to the state. This is the Minister of no party and no group! Indeed, he is cold and cold to thousands of people! I admire him!"

Fang Xing didn't know that he had another fan in the group of scholars. When he saw the red ears after Mu Yan recited, he smiled and said, "you remember clearly, but you're still young, but you can't drink more wine, which will hurt your body!"

Mu Yan bowed his hands and asked, "Xinghe Bo, are you here to catch people in Ningbo? The student knows some corrupt officials."

The age of bursting sense of justice! Fang Xing smiled and said, "no, there are some things to do, but I have to thank you. Goodbye."

Mu Yan gave a cry and said, "students will definitely go to the capital in the future. I hope I can visit you at that time."

Fang woke up and said, "Fang's village is just outside Beiping city. You are welcome at any time."

With that, Fang Xing arched his hands at the scholars and turned away.

"Is he here to listen to our poetry?"

Fang woke up and left. The scholars' interest was greatly reduced, and Qian Wen was also very interested and asked someone to bring the staple food and ask everyone to take it together.

This is the poetry club, poetry writing and picnic party.