Fang Yingwu quickly looked at the three people opposite him. They were all very young scholars. The older one was in his early twenties and the younger was in his late teens. Only impetuous young people would say that kind of thing in public.
stop.
He estimated that the handsome scholar standing in the middle was Wang Hao's younger brother, because judging from the conversation just now, it was obvious that the other two people were talking to Wang Hao's younger brother. This showed that Wang Hao's younger brother had the highest status, so it was most likely
It's standing in the middle.
Fang Yingwu casually raised his hand to Wang Hao's younger brother, "I'm Fang Yingwu in Huaxi, who are you?"
"Huaxi?" The three of them were confused, they had never heard of it.
Fang Yingwu also realized that he had made a mistake in introducing himself. How would outsiders know where Huaxi Village is? He changed his words and said, "I am Fang Yingwu in Chun'an, who are you?"
It was then that the three people suddenly realized that they were from Chun'an. No wonder they had been mocking them in a harsh way. People from Chun'an must speak up for Shang Ren.
The scholar in the middle, who was in his early twenties, just nodded: "I'm here, Wang Quan of Dongshan."
This attitude was very arrogant and rude. Fang Ying retorted in kind and snorted: "I've never heard of where Dongshan is or who Wang Quan is."
The other two people next to him were also about to introduce themselves, but Fang Yingwu raised his hand to stop him and said: "Because the capital is unknown, the other pawns are probably even more unknown, so don't talk about it. I won't remember it anyway."
Wang Quan was so angry that he laughed and said: "What kind of person from a small place is so ignorant and ignorant that he sits in a well and looks at the sky and doesn't realize that he is ridiculous? Did you write that poem just now?"
Fang Yingwu retorted and said, "I've heard for a long time that Suzhou's scholars are very arrogant, and most of them are sharp-tongued, thick-skinned, and hollow-bellied people. Today I met my friend Wang, and he is indeed worthy of his reputation. I'm here to see you!"
He recited it again: "I understand that I am number one in the southern capital, and I am extremely ambitious and ambitious. I am jealous and hateful of others, and my aunt talks nonsense. I thought it might be an exaggeration at first, but now it seems to be just right."
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On the contrary, Wang Quan laughed loudly and said with great dignity: "You are full of harsh words, you want to be arrogant, do you have the capital? You want to be arrogant but you can't stop! Understand the feeling of being the first in Nandu, you will only be afraid in this life
It’s also hard to understand.”
The two friends beside him laughed together and argued about fame. It was best to talk about grades. Only with grades can you be qualified.
Without the backing of achievements, you will only be ridiculed if you criticize others casually. If Wang Hao didn't have the confidence of a two-dollar plus third-level score, the Wang family would certainly not dare to criticize him, and others would not be so tolerant of the Wang family's attitude.
But Fang Yingwu retorted that the Wang family was extremely ambitious, except for the fact that Shang Xianggong was from the same hometown. Then where was his own confidence?
In Wang Quan's eyes, although Fang Yingwu looks extraordinary, he is dressed in simple clothes and is very shabby. He does not look like a successful person, nor does he look like someone from a wealthy family. Although there is a strong man who looks like a sergeant behind him, he is probably a soldier.
It is even less important to know any of the local military attachés.
Therefore, Wang Quan has never taken Fang Yingwu seriously, and he can suppress him only with the hegemony of words.
When the other party finished laughing, Fang Yingwu sighed and said calmly: "My father keeps it secret."
Fang Qingzhi? Wang Quan's smile stopped abruptly. He knew this person. Jiangsu and Zhejiang are close neighbors, and the news is very smooth. Besides, Fang Qing spent some time in Suzhou the year before, so he also had a reputation among Suzhou scholars. This arrogant person in front of him
Is the younger generation the son of Jieyuan?
Fang Yingwu sighed again. In the end, he had to bring out his father to support the show. He didn't like to be a father, but he really had no choice. In this world, father's inheritance is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the father's achievements are the son's capital.
Before he has his own achievements, he has no choice but to save face, let alone the father of the protagonist who has such a strong aura.
After thinking about it, Fang Yingwu fiercely fought against his father to the end, and said sarcastically: "It is true that I can't understand Nanzhi Jieyuan, let alone understand what it's like to be the first in Nandu. What you said is not bad. But.
My father is the leader of Zhejiang Province, which is not much different from yours in Nanzhi Province.
But I won’t think that my father will be abdicated if he doesn’t get the top prize, and I won’t be so arrogant in the countryside. My father is only the second and fourth in this department, so I can be satisfied in my heart.”
After saying this, he found that he felt very happy, and suddenly he understood why his father was so obsessed with fame, even to the point of being almost unable to care about the situation at home.
These days, fame is hard power. If you don’t have the strength, you won’t be able to get slapped in the face. Even if you have a fortune and vast tracts of fertile land, you are still mentally weak. One minute of slap in the face will take ten years of hard work in the examination room. If you are sincere, I won’t bully you.
The person next to him was not angry, but Fang Yingwu was very proud and helped Wang Quan to save face and said: "What is there to be proud of in front of Brother Wang? What does the fourth place in the second class mean compared to Huiyuan and Tanhua?"
"Oh?" Fang Yingwu thought about it seriously and said to Wang Quan, "Is Wang Tanhua your father or your son?"
This was so choking that Wang Quan's face turned blood red and he almost raised his hand to grab Fang Yingwu and fight him, but the nine-foot tall man stood behind Fang Yingwu, and Wang Quan managed to calm down and stabilize himself.
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Father and son succeed one another. It is human nature for a father to value his son or a son to value his father. As the saying goes, father is a hero and son is a hero. But the relationship between brothers is ultimately inferior. They are not divided into houses or families. They cannot have a relationship with father and son.
Compare.
Fang Yingwu can brag about his father unscrupulously and be proud of it, and even not bragging would be unfilial. But Wang Quan and his brother Wang Hao do not have this kind of relationship. Bragging about his brother too much will only be seen as taking the opportunity to inflate his own worth.
"Hahahaha." Fang Yingwu laughed and concluded: "Mr. Shang returned to his hometown after serving as an official last year. He passed by Suzhou Mansion. If, my friend Wang, you dare to come forward and question me, I will also say that you are loyal. But I haven't heard of you.
If you dare to question, you will only hide in the corner behind others and complain. This is what the sage said, a villain has a long relationship, and I despise it!"
The two groups were arguing here, which had already alarmed the restaurant. At this moment, a young man standing outside, wearing a satin robe and a Dongpo hat on his head, stepped up and bowed to Wang Quan and Fang Yingwu.
He said: "Two friends, harmony makes money, for the sake of Mr. Tang. Don't fight in the shop!"
Fang Yingwu, whose surname is Tang, a member of the Tang Dynasty who owns a restaurant, was moved in his heart and asked: "What is your surname?"
Tang Yuan was a businessman, so he would not offend anyone for nothing, so he responded enthusiastically: "My surname is Tang and my name is Guangde. I hope this friend can give me some advice."
It turned out that he was Tang Bohu's father, Fang Yingwu smiled.
Tang Guangde always liked to make friends with literati, so he persuaded him: "Behind the courtyard of Wangyuan Tower, hundreds of peonies have been planted there. Recently, it is the time for peonies to wither. Last night, there was a wind and rain, which caused the flowers to fall all over the ground.
Poet's scenery also.
Unfortunately, I have been searching for you, but I don’t have enough talent to write poems that suit the occasion. Both of you are talented people. If you can leave poems and calligraphy, you will be free of food and drinks today, and I will treat you as a treat."
Thinking that this man was the father of the famous Tang Bohu, Fang Yingwu gave him face and said: "What's so difficult about this! Bring me a pen and ink!"
Wang Quan didn't think highly of Tang Guangde, a businessman in the market, and he didn't want to agree casually. But when he saw Fang Yingwu agreeing immediately, he became competitive and also shouted: "Bring me a pen!"
At this time, the Wuzhong school gradually emerged in the literary world. In the past there were the famous scholar Shen Zhou, the number one scholar Wu Kuan, and later there were Wang Hao and others. Young talents also emerged in endlessly, such as Zhu Yunming and others.
Wuzhong literati with strong regional characteristics had many friendships with each other in poetry, singing and harmony. Wang Quan was familiar with this art and considered himself to have some attainments.
Besides, poetry is about romance and talent, not the legal structure like eight-legged prose. He doesn't believe that it can't compare to Fang Yingwu, an old hat from a mountain village. He just lost his face, and he has to get it back.
The waiter in the store quickly brought up two pieces of pen and ink paper and spread them out on the table. Wang Quan carefully ground the ink himself and began to think hard. As soon as he came up with two proud sentences, he glanced at Fang Yingwu subconsciously.
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It didn't matter at first glance, but he saw that Fang Yingwu's pen was already writing two or three crosses. Wang Quan was shocked. He hadn't written a single word, but Fang Yingwu had already written twenty or three crosses.
, looking at the structure, it even seems to be a seven-rhythm poem.
Leaving aside the quality, doesn't this mean that his talent is countless times slower than that of Fang Yingwu? Wang Quan was sweating anxiously when he thought about this. He was stunned for a moment, and then saw Fang Yingwu breathing again and again without stopping.
Wrote two poems.
Wang Quan was completely panicked, and he didn't care to look at Fang Yingwu anymore. He hurriedly picked up a pen and started writing on the paper, and it was also a poem with seven rhymes.
But even so, Wang Quan was still slower than Fang Yingwu. When he finished writing the first two sentences, Fang Yingwu had already finished writing and stood there calmly admiring himself.
After Wang Quan finished writing in a hurry, he handed the paper to Tang Guangde first. It is understandable that he wrote so slowly. After all, there is always a speed of thinking, and almost nothing is nothing.
The member of the Tang Dynasty first looked at Wang Quan's calligraphy, and all he could see was: "It's like rain, but it's clear everywhere, and the red and purple flowers are floating in the sky. The beauty has no home in the sky, and the spring is far away from the guests. Where is she going?
Because butterflies take advantage of the busy schedule, and when asked about difficulties, they pretend to cry oriole. I am sleeping peacefully in my sleep with my dull thoughts, and my short dreams are vague and unclear."
"Good!" Tang Yuanwai shouted, and Wang Quan's two friends also applauded. It is extremely rare to write such a seven-melody poem in a short period of time.
Fang Yingwu handed over his roll of paper, and Tang Yuan looked up and said, "There is a little wandering fairy on the pillow in the beautiful window, and my heart is broken by the fate of the past. I have been jealous of wind and rain in my life, and I have been pityed by butterflies and bees in vain. I have no words."
Where to go, I want to meet again in the next year! The green has become shade and the grass is resting, and the hair on the temples is full of sorrow."
After watching it, Tang Yuanwai exclaimed: "Wonderful!"
The first one is good, and the second one is wonderful. You can imagine which one is higher and which one is lower. Wang Quan's works can only be regarded as works based on the theme and the situation, but Fang Yingwu's song can make people move and sing repeatedly. Oh, there is a big difference.
It's very obvious.
A poor life suffers jealousy from wind and rain, and sentimental feelings are in vain. Tang Yuanwai read it several times in his heart. However, the article was not the first, and Tang Yuanwai did not like to praise others. He just put it away and said: "Thank you both for your kindness today."
, I am very grateful. Such a masterpiece should be carefully collected and appreciated."
When Wang Quan saw this, he couldn't explain how he felt. Even his poems couldn't overwhelm him, so what else could he say? But fortunately, at least the poems didn't disgrace him too much. When he thought of this, he turned around and left.
"Slow down!" Fang Yingwu stopped Wang Quan and said sarcastically: "Did you really write this poem by yourself?"
Wang Quan became furious and cursed: "What the hell are you talking about!"
Fang Yingwu sneered a few times, "Why do I think this poem was written by the famous scholar Shen Zhou? Are you plagiarizing it?"
Wang Quan originally wanted to defend himself with Fang Yingwu, but when he heard that Fang Yingwu revealed the truth, he was immediately struck by thunder. The other party knew this, so what else could he have to defend himself?
Shen Zhou was a well-known scholar in Suzhou. He lived in seclusion and was not an official all his life. Now over fifty, he is one of the senior leaders of Wuzhong literati.
Wang Quan had a close relationship with Senior Shen due to his family background. He saw that Shen Zhou had written thirty Luo Hua poems, but they had not been made public. Just now he was stimulated by Fang Yingwu, and unwillingly, he took out a Luo Hua poem in his memory. I have plagiarized, and I just want to go back and visit Senior Shen to ask for forgiveness.
But he didn't expect that Fang Yingwu could even see through this! Then his face would be completely lost. Anyone who does such a thing would be a great shame!
Fang Yingwu could see five hundred years ago, but Wang Quan couldn't see five hundred years later. This was the difference in information, otherwise he could have counter-accused.
Fang Yingwu sarcastically said again: "Wang Hao's younger brother, a Suzhou scholar, is nothing more than that! He can even plagiarize, and you dare to criticize Shang Xianggong. Do you have this qualification? Don't go out when you get home from now on, lest the Wang family Shame on you!"
In just a few words, Wang Quan was immediately thrown into the eighteenth level of hell. Fang Yingwu said nothing more and had already earned face for Chun'an and Mr. Shang, so that was the end of it.
Besides, he was afraid that he would laugh when he said it. After all, he also knew that he was also plagiarizing, but accusing another person of plagiarism always made him laugh. However, it was quite refreshing to imitate Li You's shamelessness occasionally.
He went downstairs, only to find a little boy of eight or nine years old squatting there in the peony garden downstairs, digging a hole to bury the fallen flowers, mumbling something while burying them.
Fang Yingwu couldn't help but walked over, stood in front of him and asked, "Your name is Tang Yin?"
The little boy nodded his head vigorously and looked curiously at the scholar who suddenly asked him a question.
Fang Yingwu sighed and patted his shoulder, "You must be careful about a person named Du Mu in the future!"
The little boy was puzzled, "I heard this name from my husband several times. He is one of the famous talents in the city. Why do you tell me to be careful about him?"
"Just remember it! Especially twenty years later!" Fang Yingwu said and left.
Fang Yingwu was originally in a depressed mood, but after venting his anger on Wang Quan, he felt much better and returned to the governor's office happily.
He did not expect that his humiliation of Wang Hao's younger brother in Wangyuan Tower until he was reduced to a human form and seeking death would still cause a big sensation in Shilin.
Wuzhong literati are very defensive, otherwise the Wuzhong sect would not have formed a very united Wuzhong sect (the so-called four great talents in Jiangnan are all branches of the Wuzhong sect). Although the Wuzhong sect is still in its infancy today, some microclimates have already appeared. Already.
The invitation was soon delivered to him. Fang Yingwu looked at the joint signatures at the back, and they were all bright - Zhu Yunming, Yang Xunji, Du Mu.
They really share the same hatred, and Fang Yingwu feels like he has stabbed a hornet's nest. These are the top young people in Suzhou currently, and together they are an all-star lineup in the age group of around 20 years old.
They are not small characters like Wang Quan who are not named in history books (more often they appear as Wang Quan's younger brothers), they are all tough guys.
"Damn it, do it!" Fang Yingwu slammed the invitation on the table. Did the swarm of wasps really think he was easy to bully? He knew that in the Ming Dynasty, Jiangnan was the most arrogant in scholarly conduct.
Anyway, there is Mr. Wang Shu to clean up the mess! If Mr. Wang can't clean up the mess, he can leave by himself, which is considered to be what he wanted. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
