The Mid-Autumn Festival gathering naturally broke up unhappy, and no one among the eight surnamed children was interested at this time.
Everyone looked at each other and finally left.
But the psychological shadow left on them tonight is enough to haunt them for a lifetime.
...
"Uncle, your poems are really good." Chuntao and the others followed Fang Yi step by step.
At this time, Chuntao's eyes were filled with little stars, and she spoke to Fang Yi.
"Really, just average." Fang Yi was dizzy at this moment and walked quickly. When he returned to his room, he fell on the bed.
"Please help me." Fang Yi suppressed his drunkenness and said: "The stamina of this wine is really strong..."
A night of silence.
When Fang Yi woke up the next day, he felt his head was still a little heavy. The three maids were waiting for him. At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Fang Yi wake up.
"Uncle, are you awake?" Chuntao asked with concern, "You drank too much last night, are you still feeling uncomfortable now?"
"It doesn't matter." Fang Yi waved his hand to indicate that it didn't matter.
"My uncle's poems are really unparalleled in the world." Qiu Ju also spoke at this time: "I guess after today, everyone in the world will know your name, uncle."
"Uncle, today my wife came to send a message again, saying that the old lady and the family will see you tomorrow, and she wants you to prepare in advance." Xia He also added at this time.
Fang Yi nodded and said: "The old lady and the head of the Wang family were not happy with me before. I made a big fuss yesterday, and they may attack me tomorrow."
This result was also expected. After all, during the Autumn Hunting Ceremony, Fang Yi had noticed that everyone in the Wang family was hostile to him. Those who were not hostile looked down on Fang Yi.
Who told him that he was a adopted son-in-law, or that he came from that barbaric place in the North?
But Fang Yi is not afraid, no matter what, he is looked down upon by someone, so it is better to live a free and easy life, fearing what they will do.
After breakfast, Chuntao was the first to send a message, saying that Zhang Qingchen was looking for him.
"Please come in quickly, Mr. Zhang." Fang Yi said quickly.
"Little friend Fang Yi, I hope you won't be offended by your troubles." Zhang Qingchen's voice arrived before the person arrived.
"Wherever, Mr. Zhang is here in person, and the flowers are shining brightly." Fang Yi hurriedly welcomed Zhang Qingchen into the room and asked Chuntao and the others to pour tea.
"Young friend Fang Yi, the hope of becoming a great scholar this time depends entirely on my success. If I hadn't composed two amazing poems, using Zhang's characters, and thereby taking advantage of my talents and emotions, I would Thank you all for having a good life, little friend." Zhang Qingchen's words were extremely sincere, and of course he spoke from the bottom of his heart. If it weren't for Fang Yi, he might have been stuck in the realm of a bachelor for the rest of his life.
After all, it is difficult to cultivate great Confucianism. There are hundreds of thousands of scholars in Dali, and there are only a few hundred great Confucians. This shows how difficult it is to cultivate Confucianism and become a seventh-grade Confucian.
"Sir, you are too polite." Fang Yi said with a smile: "The boy was born in the North. Although he knows a few words, he can't write. The two poems are all based on Mr. Zhang's calligraphy. Speaking of which, I I would also like to thank you sir."
The two of them exchanged some polite words, and Zhang Qingchen spoke again: "I'm here today, firstly, to thank my little friend for gifting me with my talent, and secondly, to say goodbye to my little friend."
"Zhang came here this time to see Brother Jingzhe, but he was invited by the head of the Wang family to serve as the host of the Mid-Autumn Festival gathering of the eight surnamed children. However, I am very grateful to the head of the Wang family for giving me this gathering, otherwise I would not There may be such an opportunity." Zhang Qingchen had mixed feelings in his heart. If he had refused when Wang Xiuzhi invited him, he would not have the opportunity now. "Now that I have met Brother Jingzhe, I am relieved. Besides, the opportunity has been obtained. In addition to Master’s summons, I have to take the first step and won’t be here to accompany my little friend.”
"The friendship between Sir and Mr. Jingzhe is so deep that it's touching." Fang Yi said quickly: "Mr. Jingzhe is honored to have an old friend like you."
Zhang Qingchen waved his hand: "You're welcome. I think little friend Fang Yi is already a first-class Confucian scholar, but I don't know where he studied, who his last name is, and where he studied in the academy?"
"Mr. Zhang, I am not going to the academy to study, but I am a disciple of Master Zhou. I am a disciple of Confucian Zhao Zhe!" Fang Yi hesitated for a moment, but still said it.
Confucianism attaches great importance to the inheritance of teachers. Without the inheritance of teachers, it is impossible to gain a foothold in Confucianism.
When Wang Jingzhe came to his dream to help Fang Yi start Confucianism and Taoism, he had told him that he would accept disciples on his behalf. Wang Jingzhe studied under the great Confucian scholar Zhao Zhe. As Wang Jingzhe's junior disciple, he was naturally a disciple of the great Confucian scholar Zhao Zhe.
"It turns out to be Great Confucian Zhao Zhe." Zhang Qingchen nodded lightly, "I come from Li Sheng's sect, and my family teacher is Great Confucian Hu Yu. I have always heard my master talk about Great Confucian Zhao Zhe, saying that his knowledge is like that of the East China Sea. Deep, it’s just that Confucian Zhao Zhe has been cultivating Taoism in the south of the Yangtze River all year round. I have never seen it with my own eyes, and I have never listened to Confucian Zhao Zhe’s lectures. It’s a pity.”
After a few compliments like this, Zhang Qingchen stopped staying. Last night he received a message from his master, asking him to set off immediately to the Confucian Sage Palace.
Before leaving this time, Zhang Qingchen still thought of saying goodbye to Fang Yihaosheng.
...
At the same time, Penglai Mountain and Wuya Valley.
Luo Qingyi, who was in retreat, suddenly opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.
"Finally, sixth grade." Luo Qingyi stretched gently and stood up.
"Miss, are you out of seclusion?" The maid outside the room came in at this time, looked at Luo Qingyi and said with a smile: "Congratulations, Miss, for entering the sixth level. Miss has always been far ahead on the martial arts holy list. This time she enters At the sixth level, those geniuses will be even less able to catch up with the young lady’s back.”
"Well, Dongzhu, you learned from Chuntao that you can speak sharply and are not afraid of being beaten?" Luo Qingyi smiled and replied, asking, "Where is the master?"
"The head of the Brahma Sword said that he was going to the southeast sea to slay demons. Before leaving, he told me to tell you that if you enter the sixth level, you can go back." Dongzhu replied.
"Xia He has sent a letter." After Dong Zhu finished speaking, he spoke again.
"Oh, what did he do again?" Luo Qingyi asked.
"My uncle attended the Mid-Autumn Festival gathering." Dongzhu blinked and replied.
Luo Qingyi nodded lightly: "The Mid-Autumn Festival is a repertoire of the Wang family. This year it is the Wang family's turn to be the host. It must be very lively. He has been appreciated by his mother. It is normal for her to let him participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival."
"Aren't you curious, miss?" Dongzhu gave up and asked.
"Why, what interesting thing happened?" Luo Qingyi asked.
"My uncle wrote you a poem, a word." Dongzhu spoke calmly at this time.
"Oh?" Luo Qingyi became interested: "Xia He said before that he was literate, which surprised me. He can actually write poetry? Can he also write lyrics?"
"Or was it written for me??" Luo Qingyi seemed to have grasped the key point of Dongzhu's words at this time, "Read it to me."
"The first poem I wrote was a poem called "Watching the Moon on the Fifteenth Night and Send a Blue Clothes"." Dongzhu began to recite at this time.
"Crows roost in the white trees in the courtyard, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently;"
"Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks out, I wonder who is missing in autumn."
Luo Qingyi was suddenly stunned. She originally wanted to pick up the tea cup and drink tea, but suddenly she was no longer thirsty. For a moment, she was at a loss and didn't know what to do.
"Miss?" Dongzhu saw that Luo Qingyi looked wrong and quickly called out.
"Huh?" Luo Qingyi came back to his senses and looked at Dong Zhu.
She murmured to herself: "Tonight, the moon is bright, everyone is looking out, and autumn thoughts, who will fall into it?"
For a moment, Luo Qingyi lost his mind again: "Is this poem really written by him?"
Dongzhu nodded and said: "Of course, Xia He said that my uncle's participation in the Mid-Autumn Festival gathering was originally ordered by my wife. However, at that gathering, my uncle was humiliated by many people. The most serious one was the young lady's. One of the suitors is Tang Buku from the Tang family in Sichuan."
"Tang Buku said that my uncle is not worthy of you, so I want to challenge him." Dongzhu said to himself: "My uncle defeated Tang Buku with this poem."
"Tang Buku?" When Luo Qingyi heard this name, he suddenly seemed to remember some past events, and suddenly smiled and said: "Tang Buku does not have such a poetic talent. Not to mention him, there is no one among the eight surnames. A man has such poetic talent.”
"You just said that there is another poem?" Luo Qingyi's breathing suddenly became rapid at this time: "Read that poem to me too."
"After my uncle finished this poem, Tang Buku was still dissatisfied. He thought that my uncle, a barbarian from the North, could not have such a poetic talent, so he launched a second round of challenge, so he came up with the second poem."
The letter sent by Xia He described the matter in great detail, so Dong Zhu also explained it clearly.
"We'll talk about that later, read the lyrics first." Dongzhu was about to explain the situation in detail to Luo Qingyi, but was directly interrupted by Luo Qingyi.
"This poem is called "Shui Tiao Ge Tou: When will the bright moon come?"" Dongzhu stopped talking about what happened at that time, and began to recite this poem.
"In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the 15th year of Taiping, I drank happily in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and got very drunk. I wrote this article while thinking about Qingyi!"
"When will the bright moon come? I drink wine and ask the blue sky. I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back, but I am afraid that the beautiful buildings and jade houses will be too cold in the high place. I dance to clear the shadows, how can I be in the world. Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, The low-rise house, the light is sleepless. There should be no hatred, why do we say goodbye forever? People have joys and sorrows, separation and reunion, the moon waxes and wanes, this is difficult to do in ancient times. I hope we can live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away."
Luo Qingyi was mesmerized for a moment. From the moment Dongzhu read out the first sentence, Luo Qingyi felt her heart tremble every time she read out a word.
An indescribable emotion suddenly surged into my heart.
Luo Qingyi didn't know what was going on.
"Dancing to clear the shadows, how does it seem to be in the human world? Does this sentence mean that he thinks this way because I am here?"
"This matter is difficult to solve in ancient times. I hope we can live forever and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles away?" When hearing this, Luo Qingyi's heart twitched fiercely.
This poem should be a masterpiece that has been passed down through the ages.
Luo Qingyi is naturally knowledgeable. Of course she can tell whether a poem is good or bad. However, it is obvious that the poem written by Fang Yi is difficult to describe with good words.
This is a song for the ages, there is no doubt about it.
Of course, Luo Qingyi also had some different feelings at this time, especially the last sentence, I hope everyone is safe every year and can share the beautiful moonlight even though they are thousands of miles apart.
This is Fang Yizai expressing his blessings and longing for himself.
However, Fang Yi has never seen Luo Qingyi with his own eyes. If he has never seen her, will he really have such feelings for me? ?
At this moment, Luo Qingyi couldn't help but become suspicious.
To be honest, Luo Qingyi had no feelings for Fang Yi. Like Mrs. Luo, she chose to marry Fang Yi because of the pressure of the Shenhou.
In other words, she had no feelings for Fang Yi. Of course, she would not believe that a person from the North who had never met her before would love her so much.
"Miss, miss?" At this moment, Dongzhu's call came again.
"Miss, what's wrong with you today?" Dongzhu said with a teasing smile, "How many times have you lost your mind today?"
"Dongzhu, do you believe that this poem was written for me?" Luo Qingyi took a deep breath, calmed down, and then asked again.
"Of course." Dongzhu replied without hesitation: "Didn't I mention this poem before, "Jian Huai Qingyi, of course this is a poem written for you."
"Really?" Luo Qingyi asked back, and then fell silent. Yes, Fang Yi made it clear at the beginning of this poem that it was written to Luo Qingyi because he also cherished Qingyi.
Dongzhu looked at Luo Qingyi who was lost again, and couldn't help but ask: "Miss, do we want to go back?"
"Go back?" Luo Qingyi asked doubtfully: "Go back where?"
"Go back to Luyuan." Dongzhu replied: "Miss, you and my uncle are husband and wife. If you have any doubts, just ask your uncle."
"Lu Yuan?" Luo Qingyi laughed dumbly and said, "Of course it's impossible to go back to Lu Yuan. Dad's current situation is not very good. The barbarians are ready to take action."
Thinking of this, Luo Qingyi sighed: "Let's repair here for a few days. After a few days of repair, we will return to the palace."
"Okay." Although Dongzhu was still confused, he did not speak again.
