After holding it in for a long time, Fang Zhengyi still couldn't remember what the last two sentences were.
Reluctantly, I drew two horizontal lines at the end.
He slapped his hand hard on the table and said, "Put it on!"
The maid looked at the words on the paper with bright eyes, obviously attracted by the artistic conception, but when she saw the last word, a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.
Why is Hao Duan Duan missing two sentences? It's really...a pity.
After posting it on the wall, I quickly copied another copy and hurriedly sent it to the second floor.
Many literati downstairs looked at the Yulin bell on the wall and couldn't help but admire it.
"It's a perfect line. This poem has no trace of wording or sentence construction. The scene is straightforward and natural, and the scene is so lifelike."
"When I read it, I feel as if I have been there, confused and unable to control myself. The writing is so superb that it must be the best today! It seems that the leader is none other than Mr. Fang..."
"Ups and downs, both voice and emotion, and the singing voice can also be moving, impeccable! Impeccable! This word should be sung by Miss Luo!"
"It's just...why are there two sentences missing?"
"Yes! Why are there two sentences missing? This is not beautiful!"
Ning Hongyuan also turned pale. The development of the matter was beyond expectations. Who would have thought that Fang Zheng would really have something in his pocket?
Coupled with Zhang Chang's constant thoughts in his ears, Ning Hongyuan couldn't help but feel a little irritable.
He stared at the poem on the wall and thought hard for a long time. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he whispered to Zhang Chang: "Sir, I think this word is quite strange."
"How could someone like Fang Zhengyi write the sincere and tragic emotion in this poem? What's more, there are two sentences missing at the end. I suspect... that he copied it!"
Zhang Chang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, turned to look at the wall, and then nodded slowly: "Not bad! Not bad! That must be the case!"
After thinking about the matter, Ning Hongyuan stepped forward confidently: "Master Fang's poem is truly one of a kind. I admire it, but... why are the last two sentences missing? And the two horizontal lines below it What means?"
Everyone is curious about this question.
Fang Zheng had prepared the manuscript early in the morning and said in a pretentious manner: "When I was writing this poem, I was inspired and it was very smooth, so I am sure that this poem will win the first place. But today I just want to be a bystander, so I only have these two sentences left. It can be completed by you all!”
"If there is a qualified person, I will admit defeat... Of course, I will also recommend this person to the prince..."
"As for the horizontal line below...this is called cloze, which is convenient for everyone to write. The winner can just write the last two sentences on the horizontal line!"
Everyone present suddenly realized, and their impression of Fang Zhengyi changed a lot.
Someone cupped their hands from a distance and said, "Master Fang is so righteous!"
"Originally, I had a deep misunderstanding with Mr. Fang, but today I found out that I just closed my eyes and listened. I'm really ashamed!"
Fang Zheng waved his hands and said grandly: "It doesn't matter! It doesn't matter! Scholars like us just have to go against the current and forge ahead."
"Everyone here is a pillar of our great future, and I would like to encourage you all!"
Zhang Chang's face was livid, but he didn't expect Fang Zheng's clever words to argue... He turned over the plate again and said in a panic: "Then Master Fang, why don't you tell everyone the story behind this word, so that I can wait for you?" Try to figure it out and learn!”
Fang Zhengyi's expression gradually darkened.
Come again... score three times, right...
"Then...what if I don't want to talk about it?"
A smile appeared on the corner of Ning Hongyuan's mouth: "My lord is joking. Since the words are written by your lord, what can't I say? Unless they were not written by you."
"If we don't talk about the origin of this poem, wouldn't everyone be like a dog? This... makes people very difficult to deal with."
A tense atmosphere filled the room among the five people.
After a while of silence, Fang Zhengyi suddenly laughed: "Is it difficult to do it? Damn it, then don't do it!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Biao suddenly rose up, showing off his strange strength with both arms. The heavy mahogany round table was overturned and he slapped Ning Hongyuan and Zhang Chang fiercely.
The two have been getting along all year round, and Zhang Biao has become like Fang Zhengyi's right-hand man, so there is no doubt that they have a tacit understanding.
Before the two of them could react, they were firmly pinned under the table.
The moment the table fell, Zhang Biao and Fang Zheng jumped on the table.
Li Yuanzhao hesitated for a moment and then jumped up.
The three people jumped up happily on the table, and the two people who were pinned down under the table yelled and cursed.
Everyone around them was dumbfounded. They didn't understand why they suddenly turned against each other after they were just fine.
However, hearing the screams from the two people under the table, waves of chills filled everyone's hearts.
Everyone huddled in the corner in tacit agreement, not daring to make a sound. The only shouts and curses from Zhang and Chang were the only ones in the entire hall.
"Ah! Fang Zhengyi! Ah! You are so big! You are so brave! I, ah! I am the son of the Minister of Hube!!!! Quick! Let me go! Ah!"
"Fang Zhengyi! I must, ah! Let my father read your book! Ah! You are finished! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
"Help! Help! Help! Save! Life! Life!"
Hearing that the two of them were still refusing to give in, Fang Zheng became even more angry!
He said to the left and right: "Let's see who can jump higher!"
"good!"
The three of them danced even more energetically, one competing against the other in the high jump!
Li Yuanzhao was so excited that he could not help but flushed. He thought that when he came to the throne in the future, he would definitely give Lao Fang the title of Minister of the Ministry of Justice!
Suddenly someone in the crowd shouted: "The ship has docked!!"
The crowd rushed out like a swarm, fearing that these three psychopaths would soon affect them.
After a while, the cabin was empty.
The three of them were still engaged in the high jump competition selflessly, and the yelling and cursing under the table had turned into begging for mercy, and finally turned into feeble moans.
When he was almost done with his anger, Fang Zheng jumped off the table first.
"Okay! That's it! Someone will be killed soon!"
After hearing this, the two jumped down, and then Zhang Biao lifted the table away, revealing the two people below who were furious, with blood still oozing from their mouths.
Fang Zheng couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth twice.
Why the hell is he so pressed! Seems like it's gone too far...
He turned to look at Zhang Biao and then remembered that this guy was full of equipment and money, like a humanoid steamroller. Fortunately, he came down early... If he had danced a little longer, these two people might have ended up here.
Then Fang Zheng knelt down, pulled up Zhang Chang's hair, and said viciously: "If I give you a chance, you'll be useless. If I give you a chance, you'll be useless!"
Zhang Chang had no intention of resisting at this moment, and begged for mercy in horror: "I was wrong! Mr. Fang, I was wrong! Spare my life!"
He had to be merciful and merciful. Seeing that he was convinced, Fang Zhengyi was not in the mood to take care of him anymore, so he grabbed his hair and threw him to the ground.
He turned to look at the unconscious Ning Hongyuan beside him, grinned, and stepped on his face.
There is nothing wrong with Zhang Chang, but he is even more hateful as a bastard!
Unexpectedly, Ning Hongyuan covered his nose with his foot and screamed, "It hurts me so much!!!"
Li Yuanzhao immediately pointed at him and exclaimed: "He is pretending to be unconscious!"
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