The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 715: The cup is calm, the song is calm

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"You did it on purpose!"

"I haven't seen you composing a poem for a long time. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and it happens to be full of guests and friends. But there are many people here who have never seen you composing a poem live. If I don't write one to add to the fun, wouldn't it be a waste of your reputation as the world's best scholar? Head?"

As soon as these words came out, many people suddenly remembered the powerful presence of Wo Feng Daotai, who single-handedly suppressed the entire Wu Dynasty literati at the Wu Dynasty Literary Conference last year.

Even though Nangong Piaoxue had seen Fu Xiaoguan's poems and articles in the Wu Dynasty, she had never seen Fu Xiaoguan write a poem in such a short period of time.

Zhang Pei'er is even more looking forward to it. When she was in Linjiang, she saw "A Dream in Red Mansions" written by Fu Xiaoguan and listened to three or two poems written by him. At this moment, he can really become as evil as the legend in three steps. Words?

Zhang Qiyue and Wang Chaofeng and other young men had only heard of Ding Anbo's talent, but had never seen him write poetry live.

So, when Ning Yuchun said these words, everyone's attention focused on Fu Xiaoguan.

Whether it is out of admiration for his talent like Zhang Qiyue, or out of the admiration of many businessmen here for his status, in short, everyone here expects him to write a poem.

Whether good or bad, this is a matter of great significance to them——

As low-status businessmen, they were given a banquet by Ding Anbo, which was extremely glorious.

And now I can witness Ding Anbo composing a poem with my own eyes. This outstanding writing can last for at least three years!

Master Qiao Liu looked at Fu Xiaoguan with a somewhat complicated look. This young man, who was about the same age as his son, was now in a high position in the Taoist priesthood, and he also had a higher status as Ding Anbo.

He is good at business, farming, warfare, and poetry... Such a person is truly unparalleled in the world!

So, what is his poetry like?

Fu Xiaoguan put down his cup and smoothed his sleeves, "Isn't it just writing poetry? Let me tell you, the simplest thing in the world is to write poetry!"

This was a bit loud, but no one here dared to speak out against it.

Zhuo Yixing and the other ten people have personally experienced Fu Xiaoguan's power, and the others also know a lot about Fu Xiaoguan and have read a lot of his poems and articles - Yun Xiyan makes a lot of money, He has sold at least three thousand copies of Fu Xiaoguan's poetry collection in Wofeng City!

Those poems and articles, if anyone here asks himself, it is impossible to write them. Of course, no one dares to question Fu Xiaoguan's title as the world's best scholar.

"Who will polish my ink and write my pen?"

Fu Xiaoguan roared, and Nan Shuiyun, the boss of Shuiyun Tower, quickly fetched the best Four Treasures of the Study and sent them to the room. Nangong Piaoxue stood up and said without hesitation: "I will grind your ink and write for you! ”

She walked to the book desk, carefully polished the ink, picked up the pen, and turned to look at Fu Xiaoguan.

Fu Xiaoguan nodded slightly and spoke slowly:

"One cut of plum blossoms, the first month of the Mid-Autumn Festival."

"Reminiscing about the Mid-Autumn Festival and the osmanthus bushes,

The flowers are also in the cup,

The moon is also in the cup.

The same person is upstairs tonight,

Yunshi window screen,

Rain wet the screen window..."

Fu Xiaoguan looked at the drizzle outside the window and chanted slowly, and Nangong Piaoxue's pen fell on the paper.

Everyone looked at Fu Xiaoguan in shock——

Is this how he writes lyrics?

For him, this is really the easiest thing in the world!

Su Su watched with joy, liking Fu Xiaoguan's appearance that shocked the whole audience.

But Wang Chaofeng and other young men who were once from the Yi Kingdom seemed to have stirred up a storm in their hearts at this moment - his name was truly well-deserved!

Then his talent for governing the world seems to be so casually picked up at his fingertips!

They have learned a lot about the changes in Wo Feng Road through various channels, and it is not an exaggeration to describe them as changing with each passing day.

Even my own family has sent people to many counties and counties to establish new workshops in order to gain the upper hand.

He seemed to have done nothing, but everything on Wo Feng Road unfolded in such an orderly and intensive manner.

This seems to be what my father said about governing a big country like cooking small dishes.

Looking further ahead, this man will definitely return to the Wu Dynasty in the future... The Wu Dynasty will inevitably undergo earth-shaking changes after his return.

If we start planning in Wu Dynasty now, wouldn't we be able to move people faster?

In this short moment, Wang Chaofeng, who had an extremely keen sense of business and even politics, thought a lot and thought very far.

Businessmen and people throughout the Yu Dynasty dared to put all their wealth on Fu Xiaoguan, so why couldn't he put more pressure on him?

He was so delighted by this bold idea that he even forgot about the issue of national borders.

At this moment, he was watching Fu Xiaoguan even more enthusiastically, and heard Fu Xiaoguan continue to chant:

"I want to take advantage of the wind to ask about chemical industry,

The road is also difficult to pass,

The letter is also difficult to get through.

The whole hall is only filled with red candles,

Song and calm,

Cup and calm. ”

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I just want to go to heaven to question God, but the road to heaven cannot be opened! I wanted to send a letter, but the letter couldn't be delivered. There is no moon in this hall, only the bright red candle.

Let us slowly drink a few glasses of wine, and let us slowly sing the song to the end!

This poem was originally intended to express the poet’s resentment at being unable to realize his great ambitions, but his talents were not met, but at this moment when it was recited by Fu Xiaoguan, it was interpreted differently by everyone——

This poem expresses Ding Anbo’s regret for the moonless Mid-Autumn Festival this year, but the next piece expresses his optimism and heroism!

No matter what the environment is, this wine must be drunk and this song must be sung!

So this is calmness!

Because there are ravines in the chest, it is subtle and penetrating, profound and far-reaching, and very calm and easy for people to understand!

Everyone stood up and applauded wildly, and some even cried with joy.

"Sing calmly, drink calmly... Let us all raise our glasses and move forward calmly with Ding Amber!"

Ning Yuchun shouted loudly, and everyone raised their glasses. The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet reached its climax at this moment.

It was night and Fu Xiaoguan got drunk again.

It was night, and the song "One Cut Plum Blossom, Mid-Autumn Festival and First Moon" composed by Ding'anbo spread throughout Wofeng City.

Fan Shilin even ran back to his Piaoxiang Garden quickly after the banquet, arrested all the musicians, composed the music for the poem that night, and gave it to the newcomers from Piaoxiang Garden. A girl named Lu Xiaofeng.

The news that the yield of rice fields in Xiushui County reached 760 kilograms per mu also spread that night. Some people were shocked, some admired, but most of them did not believe it——

It sounds like it’s true. Do you think I’ve never farmed before?

Ding Anbo is not a divine farmer. Even if he has great ability, can he still make half of the rice ears grow?

The word "official" is pronounced in both words. They are officials. Even if they say that the yield per mu is ten thousand catties, what can you and I do?

Hey...it's still not pragmatic after all!

No wonder he can take it easy, and I can take it easy when I brag!