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 shone brightly, squinting at Fang Jun with a bit of disdain.
Fang Jun smiled nonchalantly: "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? I am the eldest son of the great Confucian Kong Yingda, a well-known scholar in Guanzhong! This kid is clearly trying to humiliate himself!
So infuriating!
Fang Jun ignored this grandson of Confucius. He has a bit of a bad temper, but he's not one to roll up his arms and sleeves and rush up to anyone who says a few harsh words.
At the very least, when you want to endure it, you can still endure it.
Another person on the opposite side laughed and said: "Erlang's words are too modest. All the guests here are studying poetry and books, but no one can compose a poem as good as Erlang's "Charcoal Seller". Erlang kept saying Being humble, but where does that 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 marquises. Even if we find someone to fight, we have to downgrade it a bit. We can't just go up and kick all the cats and dogs, right?
But this person really deserves 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 second man was so embarrassing!
Everyone looked at the proud and proud Fang Jun stupidly, are you a stick? Uh...it's true!
Is Chai Zhewei complimenting you? This is a disservice to you!
Can't you hear the good words?
It's just a poem, the verses are plain and have different rhymes, and it's not a masterpiece of literary grace and grace. Why should it be so arrogant? It’s simply not worth mentioning to everyone in the world. It’s really unreasonable!
Everyone was so angry that they felt like their faces were slapped loudly by Fang Jun, a second-rate idiot. It was unbearable!
Seeing that Fang Jun's words aroused public outrage, everyone here wanted 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." Weird! I drank three glasses of wine myself, thinking I was making amends, so I invited you!"
After drinking three glasses of wine in a row again, his well-maintained white face looked like a big red cloth.
Fang Jun sighed in his heart, how could he not know that this brother was doing it for his own good? Ignoring the host's hostile gaze, he drank three glasses of wine with his eldest brother, ignoring anyone else's words. He lowered his head and competed with the dishes on the table, contentedly.
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 a lot of sense to say that civil servants are not the first, and martial arts are not second.
Articles are not a competition, and 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 remarks, 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 knew if this stick would 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 to give in, but he couldn't fight anymore because of his anger. After a while, I took my friends around me, drank some wine, and boasted about how I had occasionally come up with a good line, how I had gotten advice from a certain great scholar, and how...
The atmosphere became lively again.
Food and wine were brought to the table 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 of it. She sang and danced many times...
Seeing Fang Jun eating and drinking freely, everyone looked at him with disdain.
It is indeed vulgar, 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 lowered the level of the banquet!
Looks of disdain, contempt, and resentment fell on him. Fang Jun was content and didn't care.
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.
Spend the good years and smile like flowers.
This woman's hair is tied up in a cloud bun, and her forehead hair is also shaped into a cloud shape, resting gracefully on top of her slender eyebrows. It is indeed worthy of the description of "the cloud 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 body, coupled with her phoenix crown and green robe, gave her a fairylike beauty that was beyond all living beings, difficult to climb and break, and aloof.
She wears plain clothes and a light shirt, 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 delicate and refined temperament at all, which 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 showed a graceful smile.
She may seem to be unparalleled in beauty, but she has a sultry temperament deep down in her bones. She is charming, frail and slender, and is pitiable by everyone.
Under Fang Jun's dull gaze, the woman stood up gracefully.
His eyes were like autumn water, looking 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 in the center of the hall, her 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 lightly as she spoke, and as long as he was a man, he would have a strong impulse to hold her in his arms and love her tenderly. She is the kind of charming woman who when a man sees her, he wants to drag her onto the bed for fun, but he can't bear to hurt her even a little bit.
Fang Jun swallowed and spit, what a stunning beauty in the world!
Perhaps only the Wu Meiniang in the family can be compared to the enemy, and it will take a few years for her to become more familiar...
