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Looking at the many talents in the garden, the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang was still very happy. These talented men wanted people and family backgrounds. Poor ghosts could not get involved in the Eighth Prince's Mansion. Bai Ding? There was one in this garden, the shameless pig killer Fang Yu who licked the shameless pig in the eyes of everyone.

Xu Kai and other soldiers of the Imperial Guards had already left quietly when they saw nothing. Therefore, the atmosphere of the talents in the garden became lively again. They were eagerly waiting for Lord Yan Shu to give a question so that they could show their talents and hope to get into the eyes of the Eighth Prince. Maybe they would be lucky and would be even better if they became the Eighth Prince's son-in-law.

Fang Yu was out of place with these people. His already lonely heart seemed even more lonely at this time. He leaned his back to the chair, and the person also looked a little careless.

At this time, the accompaniment of silk and bamboo sounded, and the audience's voice calmed down. Fang Yu closed his eyes and listened to the ancient music. To be honest, Fang Yu was not interested in classical music, and he didn't know whether the music was good or not now. But since people stayed, they always had to find something to pass the time.

"Cough." Yan Shu cleared his throat and said, "The people who come here today are all talented men from the Song Dynasty. Yan is not talented, so I will make a judgment here. As for this topic, Yan likes to fill in some small lyrics, so please fill in a lyrics of "Butterfly Love Flower".

The servants of the palace prepared the pen and ink for everyone. Some of the talented men had already written their ink and started writing, some frowned and thought, raised their pens and looked around, and they were obviously the kind of people who came to join in the fun.

In less than a stick of incense, someone has handed over the words filled in by the talented men one after another.

A bachelor picked up one of them and said:

"Butterfly Loves Flowers* Song of Lotus

He once covered Cui Luo's face,

Listen to songs and rain,

The lotus boat does not pass by,

Bees and butterflies only love peach and plum trees,

Green duckweed flows around the world.

Who can live with you?

Don't marry the east wind,

I was mistaken by the west wind again.

Tingting wants to speak in silence,

The lotus falls into the fragrance of the fragrant clothes and the heart is bitter."

"Good words, good words." Another bachelor high-fives.

With a sneer, Fang Yu couldn't help laughing out loud. It was indeed a very lustful word. The clothes were gone but the heart was still bitter. What does this mean? It's not that this talented man was still thinking about something very xx when he wrote the lyrics.

The last sentence written by the talented man was originally the loneliness and loneliness of the lotus when no one appreciated it, but Fang Yu, who was idle, thought about it very much.

Fang Yu's smile was naturally extremely impolite. Even the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang frowned slightly and asked, "Why is Brother Fang laughing?"

Fang Yu opened his eyes and said, "I have heard a poem written by a seven-year-old boy: goose, goose, goose, songs with bent necks towards the sky, white hair floats in green water, red palms pull out clear waves. Everyone, I don't know how much this poem compares to this poem?"

"Is this one comparable?" the Eighth Prince asked in confusion.

The Eighth Prince doesn’t understand poetry, but these scholars must understand. They just rely on these things to make a living. The scholar said just now that it was because the talented man’s father had a very good relationship with him. He naturally wanted to praise this talented man. Now that Fang Yu said this, his face was a little uneasy, and he sneered: “But I don’t know what amazing insights does this pig-killer have?”

"Is there any insight? There is a great official in Yan here. He is the master of the ci. If you have anything, please ask him." Fang Yu said a bit rogue, but Yan Shu was very beautiful when he heard him praise him as the master of the ci.

The man was even more angry when he heard Fang Yu's scoundrel's statement, and said, "I wonder if the guy can also fill in a song so that everyone can see what good lyrics are."

Fang Yu naturally didn't know how to write poems and lyrics, but he had at least recited "Three Hundred Tang Poems and Song Poems", which were all excellent. Fang Yu's original temperament did not care about other people's opinions, but now he has integrated the character of a pig-killer, and he is a bit fond of being a human being. This person has the ability but does not reveal it. Isn't it like walking in a night of luxury and wasting good things in vain?

Fang Yu hadn't expressed anything yet, a bachelor had already put paper and pen on the tea table next to Fang Yu, and said disdainfully: "This talented man who kills pigs, please, let me wait and see your amazing work."

The Eighth Prince frowned slightly, knowing that the two sides were taking it. They were about to talk to smooth things over, but they saw Fang Yu picking up the pen and writing.

When Fang Yu was learning Chinese painting, he practiced a little brush calligraphy. Although he didn't write well, it was not too ugly. After coming to the Song Dynasty, he would read Zhao Xuan's books without any trouble, and he could basically write traditional Chinese characters. The bachelor who gave Fang Yu paper and pen showed a very contemptuous look when he saw Fang Yu's characters. When he saw the words and sentences below, his face gradually turned into surprise. Fang Yu wrote on the paper:

Butterfly Love Flower

The flowers fade and the green apricots are small,

When the swallows fly,

Green water is surrounded by people.

The willows blow on the branches are less likely to blow,

There is no fragrant grass everywhere in the world.

Swing in the wall,

Pedestrians outside the wall,

The beautiful woman smiles in the wall.

Smiling gradually fades away from hearing the sound,

Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness.

When Fang Yu wrote it in anger, he was about to put down his pen. He looked up but saw a woman lying on the wall of the courtyard and watching here. It was the woman who had stabbed him with a sword. The woman was staring at Fang Yu with her beautiful eyes. When Fang Yu looked at her, the little woman actually raised her pink fist and demonstrated to Fang Yu.

Fang Yu laughed silently. Thinking of the surprise when he first saw her, he felt moved and thought, since he had already shown off anyway, why not show off enough. He pulled another piece of paper and drew the woman.

Fang Yu's paintings are not very good, but combined with the perspective and other effects of Western paintings, it gives people a refreshing feeling. Everyone couldn't help but get up and look around Fang Yu.

Although the Eighth Prince Zhao Defang didn't understand the quality of painting, he thought Fang Yu was very good at painting. Everyone nodded and admired. Only Yan Shu took the piece of paper written by Fang Yu and read it over and over again. After a long time, he put it down and sighed: "Good words, good words, I'm better."

When all the scholars saw Yan Shu sighing like this, they all said that poem was read. It took a long time for one person to sigh: "In today's world, we can judge the poems. Liu Sanbian and Zhang Ziye are not as good as this one."

How could these people know that this poem was written by the future great writer Su Shi, so that it was of course great.

When Fang Yu was about to finish painting, the Eighth Prince had already seen that the woman in the painting was his precious daughter, and he wondered when his daughter had met him, how could he not know?

After a while, after Fang Yu finished drawing the picture, he wrote a poem next to him:

Lingbo is not even Hengtang Road,

But when I watched Fangchen go away.

Who will spend the years in Jinse?

Yueqiao Flower Garden,

A trivial window,

Only the place where spring knows.

Flying clouds are rising and rising in the evening of Henggao,

New heart-breaking sentences for colored pens.

How much worries are there?

Yichuan Tobacco,

The city is full of wind,

Plums are yellow and rainy.

——Hengtang Road

When the Eighth Prince saw this inscription, he was full of thought. This boy painted a picture of his daughter and wrote a heartbreaking sentence. He could not have had any personal affair with my daughter.

This is a classic work by He Zhu, a poet in the Northern Song Dynasty. After reading it, all the scholars thought that good paintings and good lyrics could be called a masterpiece. Where did they know that the pig slaughtered someone else's work, and at this time they still shamelessly wrote his own Fang Yu's name under the lyrics.

Fang Yu used his sleeve, threw away the pen, and laughed and left the crowd.

Everyone was immersed in the words and paintings, but they didn't pay attention to his departure for a moment.

The Eighth Prince didn't pay any attention. He was worried about his daughter's false affair with Fang Yu.

When everyone woke up, they could only hear the singing from Fang Yu:

“It’s ridiculous in the world,

The most boring thing,

It's okay to be arrogant.

In this life, my heart has no worries.

I just want to get half a lifetime of freedom.

Smiling at people when you wake up,

Forgot everything in the dream,

...

Many, Yan Shu finally sighed and said, "What a proud person in the world."

The petals of the garden are scattered.

two

The sky was broken and dusk was gradually rising.

A woman was staring at the first rising starlight in the sky.

Under the stars, a pig slaughter was walking on the street.

He didn't know that he would be famous in Jinghua because of his three poems today.

He walked slowly on the street. The moon was like a knife in the sky, and there was a little murderous intent on the bustling street.

——Recommended friend’s work "The First Time Travel in the Divine Condor Heroes". Thank you.

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