The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1505 Fang Yun counterattacks

The prefect of Guangzhou stood on the high platform with a calm expression, but inside he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

I was originally trying to find flaws in Fang Yun, and then continued to attack to find bigger loopholes, but who knew that Fang Yun not only did not mess up his sense of proportion, but also handled the matter very appropriately. He bluntly said that the level of Xinjieyuan was not good, and then sent another one. The poem convinced the new Jieyuan. This was not sowing discord. It was simply asking the new Jieyuan to become his disciple step by step.

What made him most angry was that this poem was so good that there was no comparable poem among similar poems so far.

The poems written by the ancients each have their own merits, some are exquisite, some are spectacular and heroic, and some are profound and profound. However, this poem perfectly integrates the beautiful scenery and truth, and is unique in terms of words, rhythm and artistic conception. It is outstanding, and the whole poem is positive and uplifting. There is no personal sadness at all, and it can be compared with any other poems.

The prefect of Guangzhou stood on the high platform for a full two-quarters of an hour, and the voices discussing the poem in the audience became quieter. However, then someone read the evaluation of the old man who was obsessed with poetry in the discussion list, and the literary meeting became lively again.

"...Finally, the poetry-mad old man summarized this poem in eight words: 'the most beautiful scenery, the most reasonable, the most beautiful, and the most courageous'!"

"The old man who is a poet is indeed extraordinary! I thought that the discussion was almost complete, but after reading his comments, I suddenly realized that taking it to the next level, isn't it about having fearless courage?"

The prefect of Guangzhou was silent for a long time, and then he said with spring thunder: "The literary meeting will continue! Zhujiang Marquis, you said that there are flaws in this one-word poem written by Jie Yuangong. What are the flaws? Please point them out one by one."

The young man Jie Yuan and many others frowned. They didn't expect that he would pursue him so fiercely. It was really shameless. But if you think about it carefully, if you can harm Zhang Longxiang, he will definitely be promoted. This face is insignificant.

Fang Yun smiled slightly and said: "This one-word poem does have flaws. There is a flower, a willow, a fish island, a touch of the setting sun, a bird flying, a mountain, a water, a courtyard, a forest of green leaves, and a person returning. Among them, the last sentence of 'a Lin Luye alone In "Gui", the character "人" is too vague and pale compared with the images of the setting sun and flying birds in the front. The method to change it is very simple. Just change "人" to a more specific person, such as "老公", "老" Just wait."

"Students are taught!" The young man Jieyuan was very happy, because after Fang Yun pointed out his problem this time, he would remember this in the future and basically would not do it again.

Everyone felt that Zhang Longxiang had a strong ability to adapt to situations, and when they were about to praise him, Fang Yun suddenly looked at the prefect of Guangzhou.

Fang Yun said: "After I finished writing this poem "Climbing the Stork Tower", the prefect had no expression on his face. It seemed that he thought the poem was not good and looked down on me, Zhang Longxiang. He must have noticed that there were flaws in this poem and asked the prefect for advice. ”

The prefect of Guangzhou was dumbfounded.

There was silence all over the place, followed by snickers. The young man Jie Yuan lowered his head and laughed secretly.

Some people even laughed out loud. Fang Yun's method of treating others with their own way was too harsh. Not to mention that the prefect of Guangzhou couldn't find the flaw in this poem, and even the old man who was crazy about poetry couldn't find it. , which means that no matter what the Guangzhou prefect says, Fang Lun’s previous attempts to sow discord will become a joke.

The prefect of Guangzhou secretly looked at Lumenhou and Gou Bao.

The two bachelors picked up the teacups at the same time, lowered their heads and drank tea, and their movements were uniform.

After a while, the prefect of Guangzhou laughed and said: "The Marquis of Zhujiang is overly praised. Where can I find the flaws in your poems? I'll forget about it. Now it's past the original time for writing poems, but things happened for a reason. Plus In half an hour, please finish your poem and submit it. I hope your next poem will win the prize."

Fang Yun smiled and said: "Of course, I will take back the Zhang family's belongings with my own hands!"

"good!"

The cultural gathering was calm again, and many people quickly wrote strange poems.

After a while, everyone handed in poems.

The prefect of Guangzhou began to read the poems in order from top to bottom. After reading the ordinary poems, he put them aside. If he encountered good poems, he would definitely ask someone to criticize them.

The poems at the beginning were all ordinary, but in the middle period, odd poems began to appear.

Some are overlapping palindrome poems, some are inlaid palindrome poems, and there are even cross palindrome poems written by Fang Yun. Before the prefect of Guangzhou picked up Fang Yun's poem page, there were already nine two-part palindrome poems. Strange poems, each with its own characteristics.

Many people present were originally neutral, but after seeing Fang Yun's poems in person, they were impressed by Fang Yun and hoped that he could win the title. They were quite worried.

The prefect of Guangzhou took Fang Yun's poem page and did not open it, but smiled and said: "As we all know, it is very difficult to superimpose odd poems on top of each other, because the odd poems have a special format and are difficult to blend in, while palindrome poems can be combined with other poems. Strange poem, now, let me look at this poem by Zhujiang Hou..."

Before the prefect of Guangzhou finished speaking, Fang Yun suddenly stood up and walked outside the Wenhui.

The whole audience was in an uproar, and the prefect of Guangzhou hurriedly asked: "Marquis of Zhujiang, what are you doing?"

"Remember to send the leader's prize money to my residence in the military camp." After speaking, Fang Yun walked straight out, ignoring anyone.

The prefect of Guangzhou suddenly changed his expression and said: "Marquis Zhujiang, you are too arrogant and do not take us seriously!"

Fang Yun snorted coldly and said, "I don't take you seriously!"

"You..." The prefect of Guangzhou looked livid.

Leaving the cultural gathering before it is over is the greatest contempt for the host of the cultural gathering.

Many scholars in the audience looked at the Guangzhou magistrate with regret. Even if he could be promoted in the future, his literary reputation would be completely ruined, and no scholar who cared about his feathers would get close to him. Once Zhang Longxiang enters the history books, the historians will most likely mention this Guangzhou magistrate and make him infamous forever.

After Fang Yun left, the prefect of Guangzhou suppressed his anger and said: "I will recite the masterpieces of Marquis Zhujiang!"

"The red curtain reflects the dim moonlight, and the strong fragrance attracts the greenery.

There are sparse shadows in the small columns of the empty courtyard, and the remaining makeup and powder are thin and condensed on the skin.

The long-ling wind bun is surrounded by jade, and the insect hairpin is tied to the dewdrops.

The cold wind is blowing against the window and the drizzle is falling. I lean against the building with a cold dream under the lamp. "

The prefect of Guangzhou immediately said after reciting: "This is a seven-character poem. It does have the image of spring. There is nothing surprising in any aspect, and there is nothing remarkable about the poetry. It is nothing more than what a lonely woman saw and felt. . No surprise, this should be a palindrome... Well, this poem can indeed be read backwards as a palindrome, so I will recite it aloud."

"The lonely building is separated by a dreamy cold lamp, and the drizzle is forced by the cold wind through the window.

The pearls and dew flutter on the hairpin, the worms are on the rope, the jade ring is round and the temples are exquisite.

The skin is thin and powdery, the makeup is pretty, and the shadow is facing the empty courtyard with sparse columns.

The greenery is fragrant and fragrant, and the moonlight is shining red on the curtains near dusk. "

Many people in the audience nodded and took notes. They read it several times and confirmed that it was a palindrome with seven rhymes.

A flash of joy flashed in the eyes of the prefect of Guangzhou, and then he said: "With the ability of the Marquis of Zhujiang, I am sure that he will not just write a strange poem. I invite you to appreciate it and see if there are other strange things."

Everyone pondered carefully. After a while, Xun Tianling looked happy, but then shook his head slightly and continued to take a closer look.

An old Jinshi said: "I have sent this poem to the old man who is a poetry man, and he will give the result soon."

Time passed slowly, and suddenly, Gou Bao said loudly: "The Marquis of Zhujiang is really different. This is indeed not a strange poem, but a second strange poem."

A look of disappointment flashed across the face of the prefect of Guangzhou, and then he said: "Please Lord Qi Shanhou to appreciate this poem."

Gou Bao said: "Turn the poem page over and let me take a look."

The prefect of Guangzhou immediately turned the poem page so that the main text faced everyone present.

Gou Bao smiled slightly and said: "I expected it well. Zhang Longxiang played a little trick. He did not click out the sentences to read, but wrote four columns with fourteen characters in one column. According to custom, we will naturally think of it as a seven-character poem. . However, I re-read the sentence. If you read it again, everyone will know."

The servant next to him immediately handed the page of poetry that Gou Bao had just written to the stage.

When the prefect of Guangzhou saw it, he suddenly realized it and said with a smile: "Sure enough, it is so."

"The red curtain reflects the moon and the dusk approaches,

The fragrance is slowly flowing.

The green and empty courtyard has small columns and sparse columns,

The remaining powder of the shadow makeup is thin and condensed on the skin.

Longling wind bun surrounded by jade,

Soluo Chongchai Tonic.

The cold dewdrops pressed against the window,

The drizzle separates the lamp and the cold dream lies on the building alone. "

When the prefect of Guangzhou finished reading, many people screamed.

"This is "Yu Meiren"! This seven-line poem can actually be changed into one word without changing one word! It is indeed Zhang Mingzhou. The change of poetry into words is the best of the strange. Among the two strange poems, this one must rank first one!"

"Indeed, this is a palindrome poem with lyrics changed. It is also a Liangqi poem, far better than the previous Liangqi poem!"

"No wonder the Marquis of Zhujiang left early. It turned out that he was sure of victory."

"Now I feel relieved."

A smile appeared on the face of the prefect of Guangzhou and he said: "The Marquis of Zhujiang is really talented and has written Liangqi poems. However, since there are many Liangqi poems in the Wenhui, no distinction is made between them, then the three people present should be invited The Grand Master will judge and decide the final leader."

After the Governor of Guangzhou finished speaking, everyone present suddenly realized that no one had thought deeply about it before, but now everyone knew that Sima Zhao, the Governor of Guangzhou, had no choice. No matter what Xun Tianling chose, Marquis Lumen and Gou Bao would definitely join forces to bring the matter to an end. Zhang Longxiang was excluded from the selection of the leader.

"Okay, then let's ask three bachelors to judge all Liangqi's poems."

Gou Bao and Marquis Lumen looked at each other and were about to speak when Xun Tianling suddenly said: "Please read this strange poem carefully again."

The two looked at each other and realized something was wrong. They immediately looked carefully and quickly understood.

The faces of the two bachelors were terrifyingly gloomy.

"What's going on?" the prefect of Guangzhou asked cautiously.

Suddenly, the Jinshi who had asked the old man Shichi for advice said loudly: "The old man Shichi replied with a letter, these are three strange poems!"

"What?" Everyone screamed.

Xun Tianling's tongue exploded with spring thunder and he said: "What the old man who is a poetry idiot said is true. This is indeed one of the three wonders of poetry. The palindrome of the seven-character rhyme poem is the first wonder. The second wonder is the conversion of the rhyme poem into "Yu Meiren". As for the third wonder, it is If "Poppy Poppy" is read backwards, it is a new "Poppy Poppy", that is, a palindrome! The poem is strange, the words are strange again, and the poetry transformed into words is strange again."

Many readers hurriedly re-read the sentences and re-read them.

"The lonely building is separated by a dreamy cold lamp,

The drizzle hits the window.

The cold wind brings dew to hairpinworms,

The bun is elegantly wrapped with jade rings.

The skin is thin and powdery, and the make-up remains pretty,

The shadow is small against sparse columns.

The courtyard is empty, green and fragrant,

As dusk approaches, the moon shines red on the curtains. "

"It's actually true!" The prefect of Guangzhou's face turned pale.

"In terms of the wonders of poetry, Zhujiang Marquis is half as good as Fang Xusheng!"

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