As the saying goes, a dog that bites cannot bark. Yang Fan didn't bother to pay attention to Xu Zhang's behavior, and didn't take it seriously. He drank tea comfortably.
But what happened today was a big blow to Xu Zhang.
As a young man who has been extremely talented and arrogant since he was a child, he is now being rubbed on the ground by a stick that is uneducated and much younger than him.
Moreover, many of the people watching were his former defeated generals, so no wonder he was so angry.
Especially Yang Fan's words that can make people mad, the more he thinks about it, the more cowardly he becomes. "I want to defeat you in the field you are best at, so that you don't cheat." This question is something that I learned a lot when I was a child.
Simple'……
These are simply a shame and a great humiliation, especially the last question. Although simple, in Xu Zhang's view, it is more of a naked tease and a trap. What is even more ridiculous is that he has fallen into the trap.
Shame, anger, resentment... all kinds of emotions made Xu Zhang's head spin, but he did not reflect on the root cause. At this moment, when he saw that Yang Fan was dismissive of him, he became even more angry and furious.
In order to protect his face, which was almost completely stripped away, and the last little bit of self-esteem, Xu Zhang gritted his teeth, his eyes turned red, and roared like a mad dog: "How can you humiliate me like this with a stick? From now on?
From now on, the Xu family and you will be at odds with each other..."
He glanced at Xu Zhang quite unexpectedly. This child couldn't withstand the blow. This kind of thing would be just a drizzle in future generations. Is it necessary to act like someone who killed his father and his enemy?
However, Yang Fan had a tough temper. He glanced at Xu Jingzong from the corner of his eye, raised his eyebrows, and then replied fearlessly to Xu Zhangbo: "Can you understand that this is the Xu family's request to
A certain challenge? Will you fight until death? Can you represent the Xu family?"
What Xu Zhang couldn't bear the most was Yang Fan's arrogance and contempt, so he said angrily: "Of course you can, Xu just wants to be with you..."
"Da Lang, don't speak nonsense!"
Xu Jingzong was startled, and he quickly stood up and drank Xu Zhang's words, blocking back half of what he had not yet said.
Are you kidding? Are you crazy or stupid? How can you bet the fate of your family on such an occasion?
Even if you want to take revenge, you can only do it secretly. How can you do this openly?
I thought that my son was smart and witty and would be able to carry forward his family in the future. Could it be that his vision was wrong?
This is simply a dumbass. Compared with Yang Fan, who is a few years younger, it is really a world of difference.
Besides, do you think this stick has the same fears as others?
This guy even dares to beat His Highness the King of Jin. If he jumps out impatiently, he will definitely beat you to paralysis right now.
But no matter what, it is his son after all, and he cannot be ignored.
Xu Jingzong turned to Yang Fan and said: "Uncle Zhongyi is really a formidable young man. Today I have experienced your talents. I am really impressed. Quan Zi lost his temper today and will come to apologize to you another day. I hope Uncle Zhongyi will not take offense."
Seeing that the old fox could still hold back, Yang Fan couldn't help but smile and said: "Master Xu, thank you for your compliments, and I didn't hurt someone. You're welcome, but the gate of Chang'an is easy to find..."
Xu Jingzong cursed in his heart, this stick is really abominable, and his mouth is even more despicable. It is obviously sarcastic that he cannot trust his own character. Didn't you hear that he was just talking politely?
At the moment, he could only grunt to express his dissatisfaction, and was about to let Xu Zhang be pulled away.
Kong Yingda, who had been silent and watching with cold eyes, now said: "Master Xu, as the saying goes, I am willing to admit defeat. This is just a literary fight, not a life and death duel. A man can take up and let go. How can it be because his skills are inferior to others?"
And to do such a rogue thing? Doesn't this violate the art of etiquette?"
As a representative figure of scholars in the Tang Dynasty, Kong Yingda's words can be said to be extremely harsh. They are equivalent to questioning Xu Zhang's character. For literati, they are equivalent to a suspended death sentence.
Xu Jingzong was suddenly shocked. He didn't expect that Kong Yingda would say such heartless words when he was present. He was very unhappy in his heart, but he couldn't let it develop and hurriedly said:
"Brother Chongyuan, Quanzi is still young and inexperienced in the world, so he is so helpless. This makes Brother Chongyuan laugh. Jingzong will definitely discipline him strictly after he returns."
After speaking, he turned to Xu Zhang and shouted: "You evil boy, why don't you quickly admit your mistake to Kong Siye..."
At this time, Xu Zhang also felt quite regretful. How could he have messed up his position just now, said such substandard words, and done such a disgraceful thing.
Kong Yingda's words made him break out in a cold sweat. If he was confirmed, he would no longer hang out in the Tang Dynasty's scholarly circles and officialdom, and would also implicate his father.
Thinking of this, I felt extremely ashamed and begged Kong Yingda with a horrified look on my face: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm sorry. I will repent behind closed doors in the future and cultivate myself with courtesy. Please forgive me, sir."
Since Xu Jingzong asked for mercy, although Kong Yingda was not afraid of him, he was both the eighteenth bachelor of King Qin, so of course he still had to give him face. He snorted coldly and said: "You don't need to apologize to me, but to Uncle Zhongyi..."
In the end, Xu Zhang was led away in despair, while Xu Jingzong glanced at Yang Fan with a sullen face. This stick almost caused his son to have no place in Chang'an. It was really hateful.
Glancing at His Royal Highness Jin Prince who was sitting next to Yang Fan and clapping his hands excitedly, he couldn't help but secretly shook his head. It's a pity that his plan to take the opportunity to make friends with Li Ye was completely disrupted by Yang Fan. It seems that he has to find another one.
Just rely on a mountain to back you up.
If Yang Fan knew what Xu Jingzong was thinking, he would definitely admire this old fox's investment vision.
When the matter came to an end, Yang Fan was about to stand up and leave when he saw Kong Yingda stand up, with a gentle smile on his face. He was totally different from when he scolded Xu Zhang with a straight face, and then he said: "The Qiu Xi Poetry Festival is about to begin.
At first, I didn’t expect Uncle Zhongyi to be so talented and talented, which really puts me to shame. Wait for the Qiuxi Poetry Festival later, and Uncle Zhongyi should stop hiding his clumsiness.”
Yang Fan still wanted to participate in Mao Shizi's Qiuxi Poetry Recital. If Xu Zhang hadn't caused trouble, he would have gone back to Chang'an to enjoy it.
But for an elegant senior like Kong Yingda, it was hard to express the sweetness. He quickly clasped his fists and replied: "It's my honor to be praised by sir. I originally wanted to communicate with the talents of the Tang Dynasty, but it was a waste. However, I have something to do at home today.
I had no choice but to reluctantly leave."
When Kong Yingda heard this, he was immediately disappointed, which made Yang Fan a little bit intolerable.
These elegant bachelors who grew up in scholarly families have truly extraordinary temperaments, and their every move can affect the mood of others.
Before Yang Fan could speak, he heard a strange voice: "Uncle Zhongyi is so arrogant that he even refused Kong Siye's invitation, but he doesn't know if there are any good works besides "Pipa Xing"? Or is that poem really like that?"
It is rumored that the money was obtained from ghostwriting?"
Yang Fan frowned slightly and looked for recognition. The person who spoke took a seat on Jingzong's left hand side.
This man is about thirty years old, with a tall crown and a jade belt. His thin face makes his facial features look a bit narrow, and his whole person has a cold and mean look.
A pair of narrow eyes were shining brightly. At this moment, he looked at Yang Fan with a smile but not a smile, with a bit of disdain and contempt.
Yang Fan smiled nonchalantly: "A certain person is a famous hammer in Chang'an. I'm afraid this brother will be disappointed. By the way, who are you?"
The man smiled solemnly and said proudly: "This is Cui Yonghui of the Qinghe Cui family."
Yang Fan pretended to be surprised, and then replied: "Oh? Never heard of it..."
Cui Yonghui's pale face turned slightly red, and he was suddenly ashamed. How could someone not recognize him?
He is the leader of the new generation of the Cui family in Qinghe, and is famous as a learned man in Guanzhong. This stick is clearly humiliating himself. It's so irritating!
This was an injustice to Yang Fan. Yang Fan had indeed never heard of him, but even if he had heard of him, he didn't want to pay attention to this Qinghe Cui family.
Although the Cui family of Qinghe is the largest aristocratic family among the five surnames and seven hopes, it is the fastest declining because of its arrogance and arrogance. A family without awe cannot go far.
Cui Yonghui wanted to attack again, but he saw Kong Yingda waved his hands and said with some disappointment: "That's such a pity. I originally wanted to listen to Uncle Zhongyi's masterpieces, cook wine and enjoy the moon and taste them carefully, but I couldn't ask for more. Since Uncle Zhongyi is busy,
As you wish."
This made Yang Fan ponder, not because of fear or anything else, but simply out of respect for a person like Kong Yingda who focused on literary classics.
After thinking for a while, Yang Fan bowed and said: "Although I am unable to attend the poetry meeting due to something else, I was admiring the moon alone last night and missing a woman like Chang'e, but I felt a little sigh. Kong Laoru does not despise my humble words. I dare you.
Give it a try.”
After saying that, he winked at Wu Meiniang, which immediately made Wu Meiniang's face glow with peach blossoms.
Wu Meiniang secretly spit, full of embarrassment, her husband wasn't with her last night...how could he admire the moon?
But I still look forward to what kind of poems Lang Jun will write.
After Kong Yingda heard this, he immediately beamed with joy and said with a chuckle: "Of course not. Please Zhongyi recite the poem, and I will pick up the pen and ink for you..." After speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, picked up the brush, and listened carefully.
Everyone couldn't help but be surprised to see Kong Yingda being so cautious. As Kong Yingda seemed to have the status of being the first person in the literary world, he rarely used calligraphy for others.
Today, I actually made an exception in order to write a poem by a younger generation. Even if this Bangchui poem is poorly written, it will still be famous in Guanzhong. Everyone cast envious looks at Yang Fan.
Yang Fan was neither sad nor happy. He closed his eyes. After a moment, there was no movement. After a moment, there was no movement. When everyone became impatient, Yang Fan opened his eyes. His eyes became a little hazy. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
, raising his head and looking at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, as if he was concentrating on thinking, just listening to the poems seemed to be flying from the sky...
When will the bright moon come? Ask the sky for wine.
I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky.
I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid that it's too cold in the beautiful buildings and jade buildings at high places. How can I dance to clear my shadow, how can I feel like I'm in the human world?
Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, the light will make you sleepless.
There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being happy when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing to do in ancient times.
Nung, moon and new moon.
When did the song "Ming Yue" slowly come out of his mouth, he was like a fairy in poetry.