Drunkenly Resting Head Against Rivers and Mountains Chapter 596: 2 Lang Baixiang

Yang Fan froze for a moment, thinking for a moment, Fang Zhanyan smiled and said: "For the Yang Fan, the old senior is a respectable elder, how can he make fun of the younger by words."

The white-haired old man was slightly stunned and asked, "How did the old man tease you?"

Yang Fan said: "A country boy, his mother told him to go to play pigweed and come back to feed the pigs, he hit a basket of pigweed and came back, and he played with a bunch of mud. Is it a mud? The same reason, the younger generation never said that reading is to be mud, but that the readers are singing poems all over the world, but they have abandoned their main business. This is to forget to play hogweed and just focus on mud. "

The white-haired old man raised his eyebrows and said, "Is there a difference?"

Yang Fan said: "There is a difference! There is a big difference! The scholars study, they learn knowledge and truth, and they produce wisdom. To say that the role of this poetry in the poems is like a pre-war order of an army. , The military song in the war, the tribute to the victory, the icing on the cake, nothing ... Ha ha.

It should not be used when it is the official monarchy of the country, it should not be used when the vassal Imperial Court is right, and it should not be used when Taishigong records history. Even the juniors are not allowed to use it during the question and answer period when they are considered by the elders here. What did the predecessors think it wasn't the mud to fight hogweed? "

The old man was furious and said, "Today Li Gong's birthday is full of joy, and he is like a cloud. Erlang Keken and the last pile of mud, is Bo Li Gong happy?"

Although people who read poetry intensively are good at writing poems, it is not easy to let them do a poem in a short time, not to mention that Yang Fan ’s performance is obviously not good at poetry, in the final analysis The old man still thinks that Yang Fan's contempt for poetry is because he is not good at poetry, and he doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of those family members. He was pretentious, so he still wanted to embarrass him and cut his arrogance.

After this old man finished, there are those who appreciate Yang Fan, and feel that it is not appropriate to make Yang Fan embarrassed in front of so many people. Although Li Mubai also wanted to teach Yang Fan, he did n’t want to let him lose face in front of so many people, but the person in question was the master of Zheng ’s in Xingyang. He was the host and the sponsor of Yang Fan, but he was not too partial. . He lost a glance at Du Guyu. Let him make the clearance for Yang Fan.

Duguyu understood, busy coughs, first find a stairway for Yang Fan: "The elders present are seniors, Erlang do n’t need to be nervous, he can sing a few poems at random to invite seniors to taste it. Erlang is good at Military, good at the rule of art, and proficient in the study of conspiracy, this ability is already extraordinary. Human energy is limited, if the poetry is not good at it, it is nothing, hehe ... "

After Mr. Zheng just spoke. Yang Fan bowed his head and said nothing. Du Guyu finished speaking for him. Yang Fan still didn't speak, but bowed his head in contemplation. This time everyone's eyes were focused on him, and his heart was curious: "Can it be ... Yang Fan still Really want to be with the last mud? "

After a while, Yang Fan slowly raised his head, smiled at Zheng Laohuan, and said, "The elders have a life. The younger generation dare not say goodbye. Then, the younger generation is above this birthday hall and there is a lot of mud, but Seeking to coax Shou Xing into a smile. It can be regarded as a dedication of the younger generation. "

After listening to it, everyone looked surprised. Does Yang Fan really write poetry? Can you really make a poem in such a short time? In such a short period of time, it is not easy to make an oil poem that blends in rhythm and adapts to the situation, but I don't know what Yang Erlang, who compared the poetry to the mud, will make a poem.

For a while, all parents of the world held their breaths and prepared to see the mud of Yang Fan and out.

Ning Ke looked at Yang Fan intently, and there was a slight tension in his expression.

Yang Fan is a metaphor for writing poems and mud, then he ca n’t make good poems. It ’s nothing. He said it ’s mud. It ’s not unusual for him to have little knowledge in this field, but Ning Ke rarely cares about a person, and Yang Fan is just one of those few. She certainly hopes that Yang Fan can be beautiful. It will inevitably make him nervous.

Yang Fan said: "Since Senior Senior Zheng has a problem, the younger generation will make a seven-word speech and praise the grand occasion of Li Zhaishou ’s birthday today."

Zheng Lao also had some surprises, and with a slight contempt, Shen Sheng said: "Tear your ears!"

Yang Fan looked around, apparently looking for material.

His glance at the twelve screens on the opposite side of the carved red sandalwood, and then looked at the incense burner placed on the corner table, and finally set it on the red carpet in front of the hall, Yang Fan Prior to this, there had just been a dance of "Green Waist", and there was a red flower on the red felt in front of the hall.

Yang Fan smiled slightly, raised his half-moon-shaped feathers, and chanted: "The painting screen is deeply covered by the Ruiyun light, Luo Qihua is flying to the white jade hall. The silver wine is poured with fish tail, and the golden furnace is full of duck heart. Shake the green water moth gently, and touch the red silk halo wrist madly. Today, Enrong Xu Tong listens, and indulges in a thousand vengeance. "

Quiet, very quiet.

The hall is home to the elders and important elders of every family. All of them have read poems and books. This poem Yang Fan is not a shocking work, and it is definitely a good work in Shou Yan ’s poems. Ying Jing, full of wealth and wealth, the kind and joyful and peaceful atmosphere of the wealthy family are fully described.

It ’s already not easy to make such a seven-stroke song in such a short period of time, and Yang Fan has repeatedly expressed his disdain for poetry before. Obviously, he did n’t spend much effort on learning before. Then he can make such a good poem, especially his skill.

This strong contrast in attitude and achievement is the most amazing. Everyone is waiting for him and a pile of real mud, but he just squeezed out a clay figurine with both form and spirit. It seems that his previous post was obviously not an excuse for being pretentious, but really disdainful.

Ning Ke's eyes suddenly flashed with a strange look, Li Mubai's beard twisted to half and stopped there. After a while, he slowly went down, looking at Yang Fan's eyes with a smile. Yang Fan finished the poem, and after a long while no one answered, he had to continue to finish the show and arched his hands to everyone: "Consecrate the Ugly! Depict the Ugly!"

Yang Fan young family tutor, especially after his father was relegated to Lingnan, he pinned all his hopes on reviving his family's voice on this only son, and was even more devoted to his education.

Later, Yang Fan went overseas with his master. Although his priest master Qiuqiang was rough, and was the head of the green forest in the past, he was the son of the richest man in Yangzhou. Since childhood, he has invited famous teachers and professors. At that time, he wanted to contend for the world, not relying on the unparalleled martial arts, but the talents that filled the economy and governed the world.

In these years overseas, Qiu Shanke has not pointed out the martial arts of the young apprentice Sun, but the culture and education started in person. The literary skills of Yang Fan are naturally not bad.

An old man hummed: "Respect is the head of virtue and prudence is the basis of action! Young people, you are good at writing poetry. When the family in the back garden invites you to sing poetry, no matter how disdainful you are in your heart, feel free to bear it. Why bother? Why should we deliberately depreciate and get favored by others? It should be noted that the situation is not to be bullied, not to be mad, and to be subdued, it is the way of a modest gentleman. "

Yang Fan Gongtedao: "This elder is ..."

Du Guyu answered for the old man: "This old man is Boling Cui Gong."

It turned out to be Boling Choi, so whether he is the master of the Cui valve or an important elder of the Cui family, that's a great character. Yang Fan sincerely said: "Don't dare to speak frankly in front of the elders? The juniors don't have a sensation of favor, but they do have such a view on the way of poetry.

The juniors disdain it, and why should they conceal their slowness. In today's hall, if not requested by the elders, the juniors will not write this poem. If the world is peaceful and the juniors are born in a high-monk family, they do n’t have to worry about the country and the people, and they do n’t have to run around for stuttering.

But now Four Garrisons of Anxi is back to my country. The four towns are fighting down. Tubo and Turk never stop thinking of me to retreat and retake Anxi. The chaos in southern Xinjiang is now calming down, but the important thing is Imperial Court. All kinds of policies, otherwise the rebellion will become a disaster.

Cool officials are running rampant in North Korea. The elders know very well about the juniors. They must know the tragic struggle between the juniors and the servants. In front of all kinds of events concerning the national economy, the people ’s livelihood, and the world of the country, the poetry is naturally a mess. Too. If the poem of the junior still captures the eyes of the elders, it seems to the juniors that it is just a slug of good-looking mud, which is of little use. "

Cui Gong still has to speak, Li Mubai already smiled and said: "Cui old man, what do you want to talk to Erlang, is it your homeland or poetry? Are you planning to convince Erlang to let him soak in poetry from now on?" Tao, have you become a generation of poetry or poetry, or are you Imperial Court officials? "

Cui Gong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled dumbly. This kind of thing, he really does not need to be entangled with Yang Fan. In his mind, the most important thing is the family heritage, the peace of the world, poetry, and other things. He has n’t cared about it for many years. Li Mubai now likes collecting, and he likes to travel around the mountains and waters. It can be sacrificed at any time. Yang Fan does not emphasize poetry. Where does he care about it, and why did he dispute it?

These elders are also open-minded ~ IndoMTL.com ~ As soon as they figured this out, they laughed away. Cui Gong did not mention the poems, but said in a straight color: "Will Erlang know that we old men want to see you today, why?"

Yang Fan smiled and said with a smile: "The younger generation speculates that one or two, the seniors probably want to cultivate the younger generations, for the inheritance and existence of the family, right?"

There are no untrustworthy people in this room. Even though some people are willing to betray others for the benefit, no one will betray themselves for the benefit, and no one pays enough for the people in this room to betray anything. Therefore, Yang Fan is open and honest, without any cover.

Li Mubai smiled and said: "Erlang is a smart man, and the old man will not be sloppy. As long as Erlang is willing to use it for us, we can provide all the resources to help you, at the latest five years, let you become Vice minister; in ten years, become Shang Shu. Another seven years, I entered the political affairs hall! Before Pentecost, I was able to worship, under one person, over ten million people! Ha ha, give you a Yang Xianggong, how do you feel? "

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