Xu Pingsheng's heavy punch stagnated in mid-air. It took a long time before he withdrew it with difficulty amid a burst of deep breathing.
"You'd better give me a reasonable explanation!"
He glared at Xu Xingmu and moved his hands, still retaining the possibility of punching.
It is taboo for a son to split the boards of my coffin.
Although he is an only child, he is often indulgent, but in this matter, there must be an explanation.
Otherwise, hey, the Xu family's family methods are no joke.
Xu Xingmu glanced at his father's fist, his eyebrows trembled, and he threw the ax aside subconsciously, and then said, "Dad, please be patient. Let me ask you, are you not confident enough in your poetry? There is no escape from this disaster, so why are you thinking of opening a coffin for yourself?"
Xu Pingsheng glared, "Nonsense! If you fart, hurry up!"
Seeing that his father was about to get angry again, Xu Xingmu did not dare to make any detours, and immediately said seriously: "Since the trouble is caused by poetry, then use poetry to save yourself! Dad! You don't have this confidence, but my child does! Please allow me to write poetry for my father!"
"Are you thinking about shit?"
Xu Pingsheng was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked with a straight face, "Who in the entire Taoyuan County doesn't know that my son, Xu Pingsheng, is illiterate? Let alone writing poems, I would have trouble asking you to read more! To be honest, you Do you want to bid farewell to your father in advance?"
Xu Xingmu shouted, "Dad! What are you talking about? My child just wants to be filial! Is this wrong? Since you have said that you are not sure about the Hanlin Academy, why not let me try?"
Xu Pingsheng was angry, "You try? What do you want to try? Can you write poetry? ...Huh? Why do you think that your father is doing this? Are you not convinced? That's good! Don't say that your father looks down on you, I will give it to you today. An opportunity!"
After saying that, he dragged Xu Xingmu to the desk in the room, opened the red paper with strokes on it, and revealed a blank page, "Now you compose an impromptu poem in front of my father. If you can do it, then Just think that what you said today is all nonsense! You will finish the poem sent to the capital... But if you can't do it, hum! From now on, you should keep a low profile for me and go to work obediently. Don't dare to be lazy again. , break your dog legs!"
I thought that Xu Xingmu would retreat when he saw the difficulty, but unexpectedly, this kid didn't panic at all and spoke confidently, "In this case, dad, just ask the question, my child will not let you down."
After saying that, he settled his thoughts and instantly entered the state of college entrance examination.
Countless ancient poems were like falling leaves and flying flowers, passing through the sea of his consciousness, and his temperament suddenly sublimated.
Xu Pingsheng was greatly surprised, wondering why this traitor seemed to have changed into a different person, and his posture of strolling around in the courtyard was quite a bit like a literary man.
Before he had time to think about it, the wind outside the window suddenly became violent, the rain became heavier, and there were faint bursts of thunder. The power of the sky was extremely terrifying... Xu Pingsheng looked at the sky and shook his head, feeling inexplicably filled with infinite sadness in his heart.
He thought that he had been ups and downs for half his life, and his official career was not smooth. After half his life, he was still just a small county government clerk, and he felt a little sad.
Especially recently, he has been troubled by poetry and essays. He may have lost his life because of this, and he is separated from his son. All kinds of emotions are intertwined, making him even more exhausted mentally and physically, with a feeling of sadness in his heart.
He sighed, looked away from the window, and said, "My father is not in a good mood tonight, so you can write a poem to comfort me with the theme of 'Open-mindedness to save yourself'. If it can relieve your mood, that's it." most……"
After saying that, he immediately laughed at himself, "I am really in a state of confusion. Can I really expect this stupid kid to write any good poems?"
Smiling secretly, he glanced at Xu Xingmu, only to see that he had closed his eyes, moved his lips slightly, and murmured in a low voice, as if he was outlining the mood in his heart.
I couldn't help but find it funny, "The poetry has a certain charm, but it's a pity that it's all just fancy, but useless."
Little did he know that Xu Xingmu had already fallen into a state of selflessness.
Hearing the sound of wind and rain outside the window, I thought about Father Xu's predicament at this time, and couldn't help but picture his father walking home alone from the Yamen that night, alone through the wind and rain.
My body is desolate, so I seek to be open-minded. My mood changes during this period. Only Dongpo Layman's poem "Ding Feng Bo" can express its true meaning.
Xu Xingmu suddenly opened his eyes, and his previously erratic eyes had become extremely determined.
He stared at the astonished Father Xu and remained silent for a long time. Then he leaned over and held a pen, preparing to write poetry silently.
However, I was really not used to using the hairbrush in this world, so I had to put the pen into Father Xu's hand and said, "Dad, I need to concentrate on outlining the poem in my heart. I can't be distracted from writing, so please write it for me."
Xu Pingsheng chuckled, not bothering to care, and just urged impatiently, "Hurry up."
Xu Xingmu shouted in his heart that Uncle Su is possessed!
Then he shook his head and said, "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest..."
"Um?"
With just one sentence, Xu Pingsheng paused slightly as he put pen to paper, and his tired eyes suddenly lit up.
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest..."
He pondered for a long time, repeated the sentence in a low voice, then nodded and expressed his admiration, "Well, I have to say, the picture is quite..."
After a moment of silence, he moved his wrist lightly and began to outline stroke by stroke.
His movements were slow and cautious, and his brows were slightly furrowed. I don't know whether he was thinking about the artistic conception in this sentence, or whether he was wondering whether the illiterate boy at home could really compose poetry.
Xu Xingmu noticed the change in Father Xu's mood, couldn't help but smile proudly, and continued, "Why don't you scream and walk slowly..."
As soon as this sentence was finished, Xu Pingsheng trembled all over, and his writing stopped again.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xu Xingmu, his wide-open pupils filled with a ghostly look.
Xu Xingmu didn't give his father a chance to breathe at all. He suddenly spoke faster and louder, and his mood became excited in an instant. Then he blasted the king bomb with an extremely bold attitude, "The bamboo stick and mango shoes can beat the horse easily, who can Afraid? You will live in the mist and rain for a lifetime!"
When the poem came to an end, Xu Xingmu took half a step back, bowed his hands to his father with great solemnity, and then said, "I would like to use this poem to help you get through this difficult situation and go through all the storms in this life."
Xu Pingsheng stood there blankly, completely immersed in the artistic conception depicted in the comforting poem.
He seemed to see a free and easy picture of a lone brave man in a bad weather with sudden rain and wind, not caring about the difficulties on the road, but still walking slowly and chanting calmly.
Unknowingly, Xu Pingsheng took it upon himself to think of the changes in his emotions as he walked back from the Yamen alone tonight, exhausted, and felt desolate at first, but after hearing this poem, he was left with nothing but open-mindedness.
He suddenly smiled and put pen to paper, and a song "Ding Feng Bo" that shocked the past and the present appeared on the paper.
While his father's mood had not yet calmed down, Xu Xingmu struck while the iron was hot and stepped forward to ask for credit, "Dad, how are you? Is this poem acceptable?"
Xu Pingsheng looked at him and did not reply. Instead, he took a deep breath and asked, "Tell me, where did you copy it?"
Based on his understanding of Xu Xingmu, there is no way this traitor could compose such a breathtaking poem!
Not only is this traitor incompetent, but looking at the entire Taoyuan County, even Juhai Prefecture, and Tianlong Province, I am afraid there is no one who can write this poem.
Poetry in the Great Xia has been neglected for a long time. In recent years, no decent poets have been published. Otherwise, why would we need to mobilize the whole country to write poems to please the sword master this time?
This heart-warming and comforting poem is definitely written by predecessors!
It's just that I don't know which ancient book this kid stole it from, and he just picked it up right.
Xu Xingmu had expected that his father would be suspicious, but he didn't panic at all.
As long as Uncle Su of the Northern Song Dynasty had never traveled through Daxia like himself, then the signature of this poem would have to be named Xu in this world!
"Dad, you are making no sense. You have no basis and evidence. You dare not slander your son like this!"
Xu Xingmu looked at his father with magnanimous eyes, "I dare to swear to the lamp that this poem is definitely not plagiarized from ancient books. If you find the source of this poem in any poetry classics of the Great Xia Dynasty, even if it is just the same, My son, I became an orphan on the spot!”
"Why does this sound so wrong?"
Xu Pingsheng didn't have time to appreciate it carefully, and quickly frowned slightly, "But it's unusual for him to be so confident. Could it be that this poem was accidentally obtained by his wonderful hand?"
"That's all!"
Xu Xingmu suddenly let out a long sigh, interrupting his father's thoughts, "I originally put my heart towards the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch... Dad, since you don't appreciate it, I won't force my son. This poem proves Tao, you, take care of yourself!"
After saying that, he turned around resolutely, leaving Xu Pingsheng with a back full of stories.
He didn't notice that his father's pupils were shaking at this time. He stood there blankly and muttered to himself, "I originally illuminated my heart by the moon, but the moon illuminated the ditch... This, this, this Are the poems from Tianwai that come out of my mouth really coming from my son’s mouth?”
The room was very quiet, so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was Xu Xingmu's leaving footsteps.
Xu Pingsheng suddenly trembled and woke up from his daze. He shouted: "Feng Lin, stay!"
"Dad, what else can you do?"
Xu Xingmu did not turn around, and seemed to speak casually, but the corners of his mouth twisted into a dragon king's smile.
At this time, Xu Pingsheng was already half convinced of his son, and he should have humbly asked for advice on poetry.
But the smell of daddy came over him, and he couldn't completely lower his body for a while, so he could only lower it half way, so he said, "Dad was quite touched when he saw your filial piety. Let's do this. Daddy will give you a chance to express yourself. Tomorrow morning, you can do it again Submit a poem to my father. Remember, the theme is to praise the Sword Master. Don’t mess with it. If it is better than the poem written by my father after comparison, then the poem sent to the capital on behalf of our Taoyuan County will use It’s yours.”
"I know, I'll go back and get ready."
Xu Xingmu responded calmly, ignoring the joy and sorrow.
He quickly left, and after returning to his room, he grinned wildly: "The opportunity for Mr. Xu to appear in front of everyone has finally come!"
"Madam, are you showing up? Feng Lin has finally enlightened!"
As soon as Xu Xingmu left, Mr. Xu couldn't hold himself any longer. He hugged his deceased wife's memorial tablet tightly in the house and cried sadly.
Late at night.
The world of Daxia Shilin is about to change.
