Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

After hesitating for a good while, Fang Zheng Yi still couldn't recall the last two lines.

Helpless, he drew two horizontal lines at the very end.

He slapped the table forcefully and said, "Post it up!"

The maid looked at the poem on the paper with sparkling eyes, clearly attracted by the artistic conception within, but a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes when she saw the very end.

How could it be missing two lines for no reason? What a... pity.

After sticking it on the wall, she hurriedly copied another copy and rushed it upstairs to the second floor.

The many scholars downstairs sized up the 'Yu Lin Ling' poem on the wall, unable to stop themselves from praising it repeatedly.

"Truly a masterpiece created by nature! This poem, the choice of words and sentence structure are seamless, the depiction of the scenery is straightforward and natural, the scene is simply lifelike."

"Reading it makes one feel as if they are there, lost in a daze, unable to control themselves. It is the height of literature, and should be the best of today! It seems that the champion must belong to Master Fang...."

"The ups and downs, the dual depiction of sound and emotion, if set to music, it would also be moving and impeccable! Impeccable! This poem should be sung by Miss Luo!"

"However... why are there two lines missing?"

"Yes! Why are two lines missing? That's not perfect!"

Ning Hongyuan's face was also a little pale. The development of the situation exceeded expectations. He didn't expect Fang Zheng to actually have something in his stomach?

Coupled with Zhang Chang's constant nagging in his ear, Ning Hongyuan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

His eyes stared fixedly at the poem on the wall, thinking hard for a long time. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he whispered to Zhang Chang, "Young Master, I think there are many strange things about this poem."

"The emotions in this poem are sincere and sorrowful. How could someone like Fang Zheng Yi write it? Moreover, why are the last two lines missing? I suspect... he copied it!"

Zhang Chang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, then turned to look at the wall, and then slowly nodded: "That's right! That's right! It must be so!"

Having figured things out, Ning Hongyuan confidently took a step forward: "Master Fang, this poem of yours is truly one in a million. I admire it, but... why are the last two lines missing? And what do the two horizontal lines below mean?"

Everyone was curious about this question.

Fang Zheng Yi had already prepared his speech in advance, pretending to be profound: "When writing this poem, this official's inspiration flowed like a spring, and it was exceptionally smooth, so I believe that this poem will definitely win the championship. However, today I only want to be a spectator, so the remaining two lines can be completed by everyone!"

"If there is a qualified person, this official will naturally admit defeat... and of course, I will also recommend this talent to the Crown Prince..."

"As for these horizontal lines below... this is called a 'cloze test,' to make it convenient for everyone to write. The winner can write the last two lines on the horizontal lines!"

Everyone present suddenly understood, and their impression of Fang Zheng Yi changed a lot.

Someone cupped their hands from afar and said, "Master Fang is noble!"

"Originally, I had many misunderstandings about Master Fang. Today, I realized that I was closing my eyes and plugging my ears. I am truly ashamed!"

Fang Zheng Yi waved his hand magnanimously and said, "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! We scholars must go against the current and forge ahead."

"Everyone here is the future pillar of our Great Jing. This official can be considered to be encouraging each other with you all!"

Zhang Chang's face was ashen. He didn't expect Fang Zheng Yi to be eloquent... and turn the tables again. He blurted out in panic: "Then Master Fang might as well tell everyone the story behind this poem, so that we can ponder and learn!"

Fang Zheng Yi's face gradually sank.

Here we go again... a hat-trick, huh.......

"Then... what if this official doesn't want to tell it?"

A hint of a smile appeared on the corner of Ning Hongyuan's mouth: "Master is joking. Since it's a poem written by Master, what can't be said? Unless it wasn't written by you."

"If you don't talk about the origin of this poem, wouldn't everyone be adding a dog's tail to a sable coat? This... makes it very difficult."

An atmosphere of tension filled the room.

After a moment of silence, Fang Zheng Yi suddenly laughed: "Difficult? F*ck it, then don't do it!!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Biao suddenly erupted, his monstrous strength fully displayed. The heavy rosewood round table was overturned, and slammed hard towards Ning Hongyuan and Zhang Chang.

The two had been together for many years, and Zhang Biao was already like Fang Zheng Yi's right and left arm. Their tacit understanding was naturally beyond question.

Before the two could react, they were already firmly pressed under the table.

The moment the table fell, Zhang Biao and Fang Zheng Yi jumped onto the table at the same time.

Li Yuanzhao hesitated for a moment, then also jumped up.

The three of them happily jumped on the table, while the two people pressed underneath screamed repeatedly.

Everyone around was dumbfounded, not understanding why they were fine just now, why did they suddenly turn hostile?

However, listening to the screams of the two people under the table, a wave of chill surged into everyone's hearts.

Everyone tacitly shrunk into the corner, not daring to make a sound. The entire hall was filled only with the screams of Zhang Chang and the other.

"Ah! Fang Zheng Yi! Ah! You d*mn it! You have the gall! I, ah! I am the son of the Minister of Revenue!!! Quick! Let me go! Ah!"

"Fang Zheng Yi! I will definitely, ah! Have my father impeach you! Ah! You're finished! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

"Save! Save! Save! Save! My! My! Life!"

Hearing that the two were still not giving in, Fang Zheng Yi's anger flared up even more!

He said to the left and right: "Let's see who can jump the highest!"

"Okay!"

The three of them jumped even harder, each competing to jump higher!

Li Yuanzhao was so excited that he couldn't control himself, his face flushed red. He thought to himself that when he ascended the throne in the future, he would definitely make Lao Fang a Minister of Justice!

Suddenly, someone in the crowd shouted: "The ship has docked!!"

The crowd swarmed out like a swarm of bees, afraid that these three lunatics would affect them later.

In a short while, the cabin was empty.

The three were still engrossed in the high jump competition, and the screams under the table had turned into pleas for mercy, and finally into weak moans.

Having vented almost all of his anger, Fang Zheng Yi took the lead in jumping off the table.

"Alright! Let's stop here, someone will die in a while!"

The two followed suit and jumped down. Then, Zhang Biao threw the table away, revealing the two people below who were breathing weakly, with blood seeping from the corners of their mouths.

Fang Zheng Yi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

How the hell did they get crushed like this! It seems like it was a bit too much.....

He turned to look at Zhang Biao and then remembered that this guy's equipment and silver made him like a human-shaped road roller. Fortunately, they came down early... if they jumped for a while longer, these two people might really have died here.

Then, Fang Zheng squatted down, grabbed Zhang Chang's hair, and said fiercely: "I gave you a chance, but you were useless! I gave you a chance, but you were useless!"

Zhang Chang had no intention of resisting at this moment, and pleaded in horror: "I was wrong! Master Fang, I was wrong!! Spare my life!"

It is best to spare people when you can. Seeing that he had submitted, Fang Zheng Yi was no longer in the mood to deal with him, and threw him on the ground by his hair.

He turned to look at Ning Hongyuan, who had already fainted beside him, grinned, and stomped on his face.

Zhang Chang was nothing, the lackey was even more hateful!

Who knew that this foot would land firmly, and Ning Hongyuan, covering his nose, screamed miserably: "It hurts me so much!!!"

Li Yuanzhao immediately pointed at him and exclaimed: "He's faking it!"

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