The person who spoke was one person away from Fang Jun's left hand side.
This man was about thirty years old, with a pale face and no beard. His thin, razor-sharp face stretched the proportions of his facial features a bit, making him look quite out of balance, giving him a cold and mean look.
A pair of narrow eyes were shining brightly, squinting at Fang Jun with a bit of disdain.
Fang Jun smiled disapprovingly: "I'm famous for not studying. I'm afraid this brother will be disappointed."
Then he asked: "By the way, who are you?"
The man sneered and said proudly: "This is Kong Zhixuan!"
Fang Jun suddenly said: "Oh, never heard of it."
Kong Zhixuan instantly turned red, ashamed, and gritted his teeth with hatred. Could it be that Fang Jun didn't recognize him? We are the eldest son of the great scholar Kong Yingda, a well-educated scholar in Guanzhong! This boy is clearly humiliating himself!
So infuriating!
Fang Jun ignored this Confucius grandson. He had a bit of a bad temper, but he was not one to roll up his arms and sleeves and rush up to anyone who said a few harsh words.
At the very least, you can endure it when you want to.
Another person on the opposite side laughed and said: "Erlang's words are too modest. All the guests here are studying poetry and books hard, but no one can compose a poem as good as Erlang's "Charcoal Seller". Erlang kept saying
Where does being humble put us?"
Fang Jun laughed. Is this the rhythm of a group fight? One or two of them don't like me...
But he still wasn't angry.
By the way, we are now a marquis. Even if we find someone to fight, we have to lower our standards. We can't just go up and kick every kitten and puppy, right?
But this man is really worth a kick.
The son of Chai Shao and Princess Pingyang, the eldest brother of Chai Lingwu, Chai Zhewei, the Duke of Qiao!
Fang Jun looked at the speaker with a smile: "My parents are the ones who gave birth to me, Brother Chai is the one who knows me! You said everything for me that I was embarrassed to say. A certain person has been fond of martial arts since he was a child, and doesn't like poetry and books. Everyone in the world knows me."
I know. A few days ago, I had an epiphany, picked up paper and pen, and suddenly understood, and casually composed poems such as "The Charcoal Seller". In contrast, you, who are poor, study hard and work hard, but you think that
If you can't produce such masterpieces, you are simply a useless existence! How about practicing sword and stick with someone, or maybe one day you can fight for the country, so as not to become a mere insect? "
As soon as the words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.
Only Fang Yizhi spat out the wine in his mouth, his face turned red and he covered his face with his hands, shameless... This guy was so embarrassing!
Everyone looked at the proud and proud Fang Jun stupidly, are you a stick? Well...it's true!
Is this Chai Zhewei praising you? Is this hurting you?
Can't you hear the good words?
It’s just a poem, the verses are plain and the rhymes don’t match, and it’s not a masterpiece of literary talent and grace, so why should it be so arrogant? It’s simply unreasonable that no one in the world would take it seriously!
Everyone was so angry that they felt like their faces were slapped loudly by Fang Jun, a second-rate idiot. This was unbearable!
Seeing that Fang Jun's words aroused public outrage, everyone here was eager to take a bite. Fang Yizhi had a severe headache. He quickly pulled Fang Jun and said with a smile: "Erlang is young and has a bit of a frivolous temper. Don't blame me. Don't blame me."
Weird! I drank three glasses of wine myself, thinking I was making amends, so I asked for it!"
After drinking three glasses of wine in a row again, my well-maintained white face looked like a big red cloth.
Fang Jun sighed in his heart, how could he not know that this elder brother was doing it for his own good? He ignored the host's hostile gaze and drank three glasses of wine with his eldest brother. He ignored anyone who spoke, lowered his head and competed with the dishes on the table, feeling content and content.
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Everyone asked Fang Yiai to invite Fang Jun here today, with the intention of humiliating them.
At a banquet a few days ago, Fang Yizhi took out two lines from Fang Jun's poem, which shocked the group.
The poem is good and the words are good!
But no one is convinced!
Since ancient times, literati have looked down upon each other, and this is not just talk.
It makes perfect sense to say that civil servants are not the first, and martial arts are not second.
Article writing is not a competition, the loser will be beaten down. Even if your poems are brilliant, I just have the shamelessness to think that you are not as good as me. What can you do to me?
As soon as today started, I was irritated by this guy, and he kept making sarcastic comments, but this guy turned a deaf ear and just competed with the wine and food in front of me. Everyone was helpless, and they didn't dare to say anything no matter how outrageous. Who knows if this stick will become angry and angry?
Pounce with your fist?
Although they all have the intention to call for punishment, it would be a disgrace if they were beaten...
Fang Jun couldn't bear it, but he couldn't fight anymore. After a while, he took his friends around him, drank some wine, and boasted about how he got a good sentence occasionally, how he got the guidance of a certain great scholar, and so on...
The atmosphere became lively again.
Food and wine were served in a flowing manner as the maids in gorgeous clothes came and went. At the same time, the empty plates were removed. Silks and bamboos played, and singing and dancing resumed. The beauty was as beautiful as jade, and she wanted to hide it but was ashamed. She sang and danced many times...
Seeing Fang Jun eating and drinking freely, everyone looked at him with disdain.
It is indeed a vulgar thing, so vulgar! In such an elegant and civilized atmosphere, but eating and drinking without any image, he is just like a country bumpkin! It really lowers the level of the banquet!
Eyes of disdain, contempt, and resentment fell on him one after another. Fang Jun was content with himself and didn't care at all.
Just kidding, if you don’t have this kind of endurance, how could you climb up to the deputy county level from a humble family?
But a particularly clear gaze attracted Fang Jun's attention.
This is a woman sitting opposite him.
Flowers are blooming, and smiles are as bright as flowers.
This woman has a cloud-shaped bun on her head, and her forehead hair is also shaped into a cloud, resting gracefully on top of her slender eyebrows. It is indeed worthy of the description of "the cloud-shaped bun is fragrant and dark."
Her temples were arranged into a curved hook shape, but they were thin and transparent. Her temples were combed carelessly and as ethereal as cicada wings, which further emphasized her perfect oval-shaped face and beautiful, melancholy eyes.
Her slender and graceful figure, paired with her phoenix crown and emerald green robes, gave her a celestial beauty that was beyond all living beings, difficult to climb, and aloof.
She wears plain clothes and light clothes, but hangs a string of necklaces on her pink neck, which hangs dazzlingly on her chest. The upper layer is composed of more than twenty gold beads inlaid with jewels, and the lower layer is made of a dew-shaped jade pendant.
The decoration is crystal clear and dazzling, but it forms a strange harmony with the clear and bright temperament. It cannot take away her elegance and refinement at all, and surpasses all the rich and gorgeous temperament.
Fang Jun was stunned.
It is so weird that such stunning beauties are actually in this world of fireworks...
Their eyes met, and the other party gave a graceful smile.
She may appear to be unparalleled in beauty, but she has a charming, charming, frail and slender temperament deep down in her bones that makes people pity her.
Under Fang Jun's dull gaze, the woman stood up gracefully.
With eyes like autumn water, he looked around at everyone present and gently patted his white and delicate little hands.
The sound of silk and bamboo suddenly disappeared, and the singer retreated gently.
At this time, she was left standing pretty in the center of the hall, with a voice like an oriole: "With wine but no poetry, it's like burning a harp and cooking a crane. Isn't it a pity?"
She frowned slightly as she spoke, and as long as she was a man, he would have a strong urge to hold her in his arms and love her lovingly. She was the kind of man who wanted to drag her onto the bed for fun when he saw her, but he couldn't bear to push her a little bit.
The harm is overwhelming and the lovely person is beautiful.
Fang Jun swallowed and spit, what a stunning beauty in the world!
Perhaps only Wu Meiniang in the family can be compared to the enemy, and it will take a few years for her to become more familiar...