"The cicadas are chilling, it's late in the pavilion, and the showers are beginning to stop. The tents in the capital are drinking without a trace... On the shore, the dawn wind is waning and the moon is waning..."
In the court hall, Guo Tianyang recited the song Yu Lin Ling·Han Cicada with great emotion. Many courtiers were intoxicated, and some even wiped their tears with their sleeves.
Emperor Jing was condescending, overlooking everything. The look in Fang Zhengyi's eyes couldn't help but feel more satisfied.
"Where can I wake up from a drunken night? The willow bank, the dawn wind and the waning moon. After so many years, it should be a good time and a good scene. _________, _________"
Guo Tianyang's voice stopped abruptly when he read the phrase "good times and good times are in vain."
All the ministers in the court couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Emperor Jing said happily: "Everyone, dear friends, please listen! How can you comment on this word?"
The older people get, the easier it is to become emotional. As the chief minister of the cabinet, Li Yansong has no need to mention his literary attainments. When he heard this poem, all kinds of separation and farewell emotions could not help but surge into his heart.
He raised his wide sleeves, secretly wiped his nose, raised his head, and said solemnly: "Return to your majesty, sentimental sentiments have hurt farewells since ancient times, and they are even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn breeze and waning moon." The second period marks parting. The two sentences "Leng Lu" and "Tonight" are based on the previous two sentences. There must be no words between the touches. Every other aphorism has become ashes. "
"That's why I think this poem is a holy poem! I admire you so much, but I'm afraid I won't be able to reach this level in my life..."
Hearing this, all the ministers sighed. The elder had said this, so what qualifications did the rest of the people have to comment?
Emperor Jing was even more happy to hear Li Yansong's high praise.
"Mr. Li is so humble! Do you know who wrote this poem?"
Everyone was silent, everyone knew what was going on but everyone was willing to say it.
In two days, this Yulin bell has spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. Everyone knows that this poem was written by Zhan Shifang Zhengyi, the young master of Zhan Shifu.
Wen Chao Gong himself couldn't sleep at this time. Listening to this Yulin bell, his feet were busy with the big project of three rooms and one living room.
Seeing no reaction from everyone, Emperor Jing chuckled and said, "It seems that all of you dear friends already know."
"Then, why don't we ask him to explain this word to the ministers himself?"
Fang Zheng walked out of the queue tremblingly, not because he was afraid, but because he was too damn embarrassed! I haven’t even memorized the entire article, so I’m just explaining it in a nutshell!
"My lord! Fang Zhengyi, I have met His Majesty!"
Emperor Jing waved his hand: "Fang Qing, there is no need to be polite, I have seen your poetic talent before!"
"This poem really makes me get to know you again! However, why is the last two sentences missing from this poem!?"
"Not only are you all curious about this question today, I'm afraid even the scholars in the capital are very curious! You must answer everyone's questions well and don't prevaricate!"
Damn it! Others copy poems so smoothly, why do I have so much trouble! ?
Fang Zheng panicked, Fang Zheng felt guilty.... He lowered his head and didn't speak for a long time.
The ministers' eyes gradually focused on Fang Zhengyi, and Emperor Jing's brows gradually wrinkled: "Fang Qing, why don't you say anything?"
Li Yuanzhao stared at Fang Zhengyi with interest. He knew that although it was unknown who had written this poem, it was definitely not written by Lao Fang!
Seeing Lao Fang deflated in public, my heart was filled with brotherly joy!
There is really no other way.
Fang Zhengyi slowly raised his face, which was flushed from suppressing pain, and said painfully: "My lord! I'm so ashamed!"
Um! ?
After hearing what he said, Emperor Jing's expression began to become serious, and everyone's eyes began to become subtle, conveying information to each other.
The general idea is, look, this piece of shit can still write such wonderful poems... It turned out to be copied!
Fang Zhengyi said sadly and angrily: "My lord! Since I took office in Taoyuan County, I have worked hard and worked hard for the people."
"I can climb mountains to chop firewood, and I can carry water from rivers! But I concentrate on this! The life of the people under my rule is still difficult!"
"Later, I continued to work hard, and the people of Taoyuan County were prospering!"
"But even so, there are still people who are frustrated with their lives. In the final analysis, this is my fault!"
The officials were dumbfounded and asked you to give a speech. What are you farting here? Come out and boast! ?
Fang Zhengyi's expression suddenly became excited: "So! I tried harder and harder, but still couldn't reverse the situation. Finally one day, I fell ill and lay in bed for three days and three nights, without food or water."
"On those three days, I was lying in my house that had been in disrepair, watching the stars at night, and suddenly realized a truth!"
"That means everything has its shortcomings! No matter what you do in this world, everyone will not be able to reach a satisfactory state."
"So since that day, apart from matters related to the people, I have tried my best to leave some shortcomings in my private life to train my mind!"
"If things continue like this...I will not be able to write complete poems, I will only be able to write partial poems!"
"It is precisely because of this! I have become a disabled person. Of course, unlike Brother Guo, it is my soul that is disabled!"
WQNMD Founder One! are you crazy!
Standing next to Emperor Jing, Guo Tianyang felt as uncomfortable as eating shit. He was somehow involved...
"It is precisely because I have a broken mind that I can let go of my obsessions, maintain a high fighting spirit every day, not be sluggish in things, and continue to serve my country and my family!"
"So Your Majesty asked me why this word is incomplete. I want to say...it is like this!"
Blanch! That’s okay too! ? Li Yuanzhao's eyes almost fell out of his eyes, and he was shocked after hearing Fang Zheng's nonsense.
The ministers were filled with contempt after hearing this nonsense explanation.
That's so fucking ridiculous. Only a ghost can believe what you say. You, Fang Zhengyi, just know some sophistry skills.
However, Emperor Jing looked thoughtful after hearing this.
Fang Zhengyi has indeed never written a complete poem since he went to Taoyuan County, and those poems are all amazing!
If these works were not made by Fang Zhengyi, it stands to reason that they should have spread far and wide.
Moreover, the poem Yu Linling is also incomplete, but it matches what Fang Zhengyi said.
Emperor Jing was sitting on the dragon chair and thinking seriously, while the officials in the audience were all panicked!
Your Majesty is thinking about it! Your Majesty is thinking about it!
His Majesty is actually thinking seriously about such nonsense! ? Is there anything more nonsense in this world? ?
After a long time, Emperor Jing hesitated and said: "I see, Fang Qing is really interested..."
Damn it! There really is!
Everyone was silent... What happened to the court? Can it still be okay? Why did it become like this when Fang Zheng came...
Fang Zhengyi straightened his thoughts and saw Emperor Jing's tone of disbelief, and continued: "Your Majesty, actually being disabled is not necessarily bad."
"Some things may not be perfect if they are too perfect, and incomplete may not be incomplete."
"Everyone has a different perception of a poem. Now there are two empty lines, and people who read the poem can complete it according to their personal perception. This is called the beauty of incompleteness, and perhaps it is also a kind of perfection in disguise!"
"Don't believe it? You can give it a try."
After hearing what he said, the officials couldn't help but start to fill in the blanks in their hearts...
hiss! ...It seems to have an internal odor!
