Royal Gold Magistrate

Cen Wenser felt a little strange.

Arthur?call me?This name is quite new. Could it be possible that Mr. Fang is from the south?

But the accent doesn't sound like it?

Probably a personal habit!But it seems to be called so kindly!

Cen Wenser didn't think much, and sat down slowly.

"Cough...cough...!" Fang Zhengyi cleared his throat and continued, "Thank you for your love. I, Fang Zhengyi, can't afford to be a master of bad words. It's really embarrassing."

"To be honest... I am not interested in poetry! I don't know how to write poetry at all!"

The expressions of everyone looking at Fang Zhengyi began to become subtle.

Pretentious!Pretentious, isn't it?

It's okay to pretend to be humble!But there is no need to be so modest, if you don’t even know how to compose poems, will everyone know how to write?

Many people said with contempt in their hearts, "Master Fang is too polite! Your song Yulinling has been spread all over my country!"

"That's right, everyone in the capital doesn't know about Mr. Fang's poetic talent? I must teach you something today!"

"Passionate since ancient times hurt parting..."

Seeing someone knocking on the side of the bowl with chopsticks and about to sing, Fangzheng hurriedly said, "Good! Good!"

"Since everyone wants me to say something, I'll just say a few words!"

After Fang Zhengyi finished speaking, he fell silent again, and the others stared at Fang Zhengyi eagerly, hoping to hear some high-level remarks.

After pondering for a while, Fang Zhengyi collected his thoughts and said, "The poem just now was called "Pity the Farmers, and I felt it when I saw the victims during the disaster relief in Jianjiang!"

"There is no special skill in writing poetry. The main thing is to be good at discovering the beauty in life. Beauty is everywhere in life. If you accumulate a lot of material, you can express your feelings naturally when you combine these lines!"

"Like...uh... Hey! Look at this dish!" Fangzheng looked around for a while, then pointed to the minced meat beans on the table, and everyone focused their eyes on the dish.

"In this plate of meat-foamed beans, the beans are just ordinary beans."

"A little bit of minced meat isn't much, but when they come together, you can tell they're delicious!"

All the examiners nodded in agreement.

It is reasonable to say that writing poems and prose is originally the accumulation of materials, the modification of writing style, and the sudden flash of inspiration.

But it's nothing serious...

Seeing that everyone was still looking at him, Fangzheng continued helplessly, "Look! There is also a pan of hemp balls here!"

"Do you know how this hemp ball is made?"

Everyone shook their heads, everyone is a scholar, who would study the matter of cooking?

A gentleman stays away from the kitchen!

"This hemp ball looks big, but it was actually just a small bit of dough." Fang Zheng stretched out his finger and compared: "Why can it burst into such a big ball from such a small point?!"

Everyone shook their heads again, expressing their incomprehension.

Fang Zhengyi's thoughts gradually smoothed out: "It's deep-fried! It starts to swell after being boiled and deep-fried, which shows that there is a huge strength in the dough."

"The boiling oil is like an inspiration in the creation of a poem, if it is not fried it is still a mediocre dough."

"Daily accumulation is important, but it is difficult to write poetry without an opportunity!"

"Writing poetry is like fried sesame balls. To make a good poem is 90.00% accumulation, plus [-]% inspiration!"

"As long as you observe carefully and accumulate with your heart, when the opportunity comes, a good poem will naturally be made!"

"I'm done!"

Fangzheng wiped off his cold sweat, not sure if he was fooled or not...

Obviously, Fang Zhengyi's rhetoric did not fool other people.

Although the example you gave is quite innovative, but you are speaking in a bad way!

There is no improvement in everyone's poetry level!Like nonsense!

Who doesn't know that poetry requires accumulation and inspiration! ?

Accumulation is no problem, how can I find inspiration?What about practice?What about the case?

Seeing that Fangzheng was about to sit down, Cen Wense became anxious.

He is a person who is good at poetry, he thought he could hear some high-level lectures, but Fangzheng talked about a bunch of neither salty nor bland things.

How can this be satisfying?

Before Fangzheng could sit down, Cen Wenser said loudly, "Since we've come to this point, why don't Mr. Fang make another song for me to learn later?"

be your mother!

Fang Zhengyi suppressed his nausea, and said angrily, "It's been said that poetry needs inspiration!"

"Articles are made naturally, and you can get them by chance. There is no inspiration! You can't do it!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a clap of applause!

The examiners looked at Fang Zhengyi with surprise in their eyes.

Cen Wenser got up and said excitedly: "Good poem, Mr. Fang's inspiration really came right away! It's really admirable!"

Fangzheng was dumbfounded, seeing other people looking at him and applauding, he was completely speechless...

Zhang Dongxiang beside him looked up at him and couldn't help nodding.

wonderful!Wonderful!Worthy of being a child prodigy!

Although he is not serious, his cultural background is really deep, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people!

Really unusual!

"..." Fangzheng started to continue construction with one toe, wishing he could slap himself in the mouth!

Now it's neither standing nor sitting, should this group of people continue to ask questions?

Sure enough, someone asked immediately after the applause stopped: "Articles are naturally made, and skillful hands can get them by chance. What's next?"

under?

"There's nothing left!" Fangzheng said expressionlessly, "I can only do so much after a sudden flash of inspiration. Today is really a shame! And I can only write broken poems and short words! Please forgive me for disturbing everyone's interest." !"

After finishing speaking, Fangzheng sat down immediately and drank two glasses of wine quickly.

It's really not a human thing!I will recite another poem in the future, I am a dog!

Seeing that Fang Zhengyi had already sat down and his attitude was firm, everyone couldn't say anything more, so they could only shake their heads and study in their seats.

However, Cen Wenser had already been pushed to the top of his head, and asked unwillingly: "Master Fang, this poem..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fang Zhengyi quickly stuffed the chopsticks into Cen Wenser's hand, pointed to the roast chicken on the table and said, "Arthur, you eat a piece of meat with your chopsticks!"

"This dish is delicious, don't let it get cold!"

Can't stop your mouth after eating?Shut up you!

Cen Wense awkwardly took a piece of meat with his chopsticks and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing carefully.

While he was chewing, Fang Zhengyi hastily filled another big bowl full of vegetables for him.

The Shangguan served the dishes himself, and Cen Wenser could only eat in silence in order to show politeness.

The dinner table resumed its previous enthusiasm.

Three or five people were chatting with each other, and suddenly someone said: "An interesting thing happened today!"

"Master Fang asked me to borrow stamps, but he also asked three other people to borrow stamps. When we went to ask for stamps, we all bumped into each other. There are so many examiners in the examination room, but the four of us bumped into each other. What do you say?" Is this a coincidence?!"

"What! Master Fang also asked you to borrow a stamp?" Immediately, the examiner exclaimed.

"That's not right! Mr. Fang should be the first to ask me to borrow it!?"

"Hey! I borrowed it from me too!"

"I also..."

Everyone started talking about it in a hurry.

In the end, it was suddenly discovered that Fang Zhengyi had borrowed everyone's stamps!

All eyes instantly focused on Fang Zhengyi.

The originally lively and relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense! Solemn...uneasy...surging in the air!

Zhang Dongxiang's complexion suddenly turned black, as if he had realized something, he stared at Fang Zhengyi who was eating as if there was no one else around.

Shen Sheng said: "Master Fang, what do you mean? What are you doing with borrowing all the examiner's stamps? Give this old man an explanation!"

Fangzheng stopped the movement of his hands, put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

Lightly wrote: "Poking? What poking?"

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