"You!" Liu Heng looked at Fang Yu angrily. He actually called himself a pervert!
"Master Fang, even though you are the number one scholar, you can't say that." Someone said something to Liu Heng.
"You can do it yourself before you judge others."
"That's right, this poem makes me feel that Mr. Liu is deeply in love with Miss Ziwei!"
Liu Heng calmed down his anger and pretended to be generous and said: "Okay everyone, our Fang champion hasn't been announced yet. Maybe he can really win."
"Young Master Liu is kind-hearted. Who else but Young Master Liu can write a poem in seven steps?"
Someone echoed.
Fang Yu smiled and met Liu Heng's proud gaze.
"Young masters, everything Fang said is true. This is indeed a bit perverted."
“However, if you want to listen to Fang’s poems, that’s okay!”
Fang Yu spoke slowly!
"The tide of the spring river reaches the level of the sea, and the bright moon rises together on the sea."
"The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles, but there is no moon on the spring river!"
"The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like snowflakes."
…
"Life is endless from generation to generation, but the moon in the river looks the same every year."
"..."
"I don't know how many people will return home by the moon. The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love."
…
Fang Yu spoke a few hundred words eloquently without any stumbling, and spoke it in one breath.
As Fang Yu's last word fell, there was silence in the venue.
All those people who were still laughing at him also shut up.
Some people have great ambitions, some are depressed, and some seem to see the boundless sea and moonlight! …
After a long time, there was a slight discussion.
Just export it as a poem.
But Fang Yu's words are so impressive!
Liu Heng, who was originally very proud, turned pale.
Fang Yu looked at the expressions of the people around him and felt very comfortable. You must know that this song "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night" is known as "a single poem that dominates the entire Tang Dynasty". If it doesn't give them a little shock, how can it be worthy of Zhang Ruoxu? ?
It was Liu Heng's honor to be defeated by this poem!
Fang Yu asked with a smile: "Mr. Liu, I don't know whether you or I will win this time?"
"Impossible!" Liu Heng didn't believe it, "Maybe you just let someone copy it!"
As soon as Liu Heng's guess came out, even the person who had just spoken for Liu Heng fell silent.
There is indeed such a thing as ghostwriting of poems, but such breathtaking poems are almost rare!
What's more, in their eyes, the poems read by Fang Yu are enough to be passed down through the ages.
Why didn't the person who wrote the poem go to the officials of the imperial court, but instead went to a top scholar with a shallow foundation?
"It seems that Mr. Liu often does this thing, which makes you think that I will do the same thing!" Fang Yu's tone became cold, and his eyes when looking at Liu Heng were also very cold.
When Liu Heng looked at Fang Yu, he was so frightened that he took a step back. Then he became angry and glared at Fang Yu fiercely!
"So what if you win? The Madam also said that Miss Ziwei is waiting for someone, and you won't be able to see her at all!"
Fang Yu chuckled lightly: "I don't have to worry Mr. Liu anymore. Please come outside!"
Liu Heng snorted coldly.
At this moment, the maid came over, looked at Fang Yu with a smile, and said, "Master Fang, I am the maid of Sister Ziwei. Miss Ziwei is waiting for you upstairs."
Everyone was suddenly in an uproar.
Suddenly, Liu Heng felt that his face was turning green. Just now, he said that Fang Yu would not want to see Miss Ziwei, but now Miss Ziwei has personally sent someone to invite her!
Everyone who was originally discussing the poem also looked at Fang Yu in surprise. They didn't expect that the number one scholar was so powerful that he would win the favor of Miss Ziwei!
Some scholars even talked in low voices.
"Master Fang is so charming. Miss Ziwei personally sent someone to invite you."
"I don't know if Mr. Fang heard what I said just now, but he was really obsessed with it!"
"How can someone who can write such a poem be a mediocre person?"
The losers who originally surrounded Liu Heng lowered their heads. If they weren't afraid of offending the Liu family, they would all be eager to leave now!
Seeing this, the madam hurriedly stepped forward with a smile: "Master Fang, you said you wouldn't tell me. I told you that Miss Ziwei was really waiting for you, so you could have gone over just now."
Fang Yu smiled: "Fang doesn't want to disturb Miss Ziwei's rest."
However, through the Madam's words, Fang Yu noticed something, that is, the status of this Ziwei girl in Zuixian Tower is quite low.
Fang Yu followed the maid and walked up, then turned to look at Liu Heng who was in disbelief and froze on the spot.
"Master Liu, don't forget the bet between you and me."
Liu Heng was furious: "You!"
After bracing for a long time without saying anything, Liu Heng threw away his sleeves angrily and left!
After the two people left, everyone who had just watched the excitement breathed a sigh of relief.
"Fellow friends, I have just copied these verses while Mr. Fang was reading poems." Someone said happily.
Everyone gathered around and became excited.
This poem is enough to be passed down through the ages!
After Fang Yu followed the maid upstairs, the maid stopped at the door.
"Miss Ziwei is waiting for Master Fang inside, and I won't go in," the maid said.
Fang Yu nodded and then opened the door directly.
It was pitch dark inside the door, with only a candle dancing on the table.
Fang Yu was surprised and knocked on the open door: "Miss Ziwei, are you in there?"
"Master Fang, just come in."
Fang Yu smiled and walked in. He could vaguely see an enchanting shadow inside.
"Miss Ziwei, why don't you light the lamp today?"
"Master Fang, don't you think this is more interesting?" Ziwei's cold voice was inexplicably charming.
