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    There is a creek outside the south of Ningbo Fucheng, with green trees on both sides of the creek.

    Sitting by the stream and listening to the flowing water, if you have another glass of wine, it will be a happy life.

    Early in the morning, when the sun was just shining on the creek, some servants came here one after another.

    They cleared a clearing by the river, then carried away the chopped trees, and covered the tree stumps with grass so that they would not look out of place.

    After a while, scholars came one after another, and the riverside suddenly became lively.

    Some of these people have less than a crown, some have gray beards and hair, but they all have one thing in common - reserve.

    By the river, I only saw everyone greeting each other with hands in hand, and only one person was holding a glass of wine.

    When Mu Yan arrived, he saw this lively scene. He smiled and quickened his pace, greeting people along the way, and walked to the organizer Qian Wen. He cupped his hands and said, "Brother Yan Dao, thank you for your hard work."

    Qian Wen's family was well off and he was a warm-hearted person. He held up his hands and said with a smile: "It's just to get some food and drinks. The servants are just idle when they are idle. It's not worth mentioning. Mu Yan, when you are admitted to the Juren Examination, your respected father will pick a title for you."  Alright?"

    Mu Yan said in a panic: "My father said that my younger brother is too out of touch and has difficulty picking up words."

    Qian Wen laughed and said: "It's not easy to get, hahahaha!"

    Mu Yan then integrated into those circles, greeting people everywhere, and seemed particularly energetic.

    ¡°It¡¯s great to be young!¡±

    Qian Wen, who was in his twenties, watched Mu Yan running around with envy, and then ordered his servants to put the table, wine and food.

    After the two maids who recorded poems were in place, the poetry meeting officially began.

    So the stream was filled with poems and poems, and everyone was tipsy. When the sun was high in the sky, the few who were weak in drinking were already having a wild time.

    ¡°It¡¯s so lively!¡±

    While everyone was reciting poems and responding to each other, a few people walked out of the woods, and the first person praised them.

    Qian Wen frowned and looked at the visitor, then came over and asked, "May I ask where this distinguished guest is from?"

    He placed manpower outside the woods. Logically speaking, no one can come in.

    But the man in front of him looked very calm, and the two servant-looking men behind him showed no signs of moving, which made Qian Wen a little confused.

    There was a drunken scholar by the creek who had just written a poem and won a round of applause. He was feeling very proud. When he saw strangers coming in, he shouted: "Brother Yandao, drive them away!"

    Qian Wen has already married, but he is not a fool.  When he saw that the visitor was simply dressed in green but had an entourage, he asked, "May I ask my dear friend Gao's name?"

    The visitor was holding a folding fan, tapping his palms casually, and walked forward.

    "I just woke up."

    The visitor walked to the front of the crowd without stopping and asked with a smile: "Who told Fang to get out just now?"

    "Fang Xing"

    The scholars present looked at each other, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's Uncle Xinghe!"

    There was silence by the creek for a moment, and the scholar who had been shouting just turned pale.  His legs trembled, and he blinked his eyes and said: "StudentstudentIgnorant person is not guilty"

    There were several tables placed by the creek, with food and wine on them.  There is a faint smoke in the distance, it is the servants who are heating the food and delivering it at any time.

    Fang Xing glanced at the man, walked to the table and took out a wine glass. After pouring himself a glass, he raised his glass and said, "I heard that Fang is here uninvited at the elegant gathering of distinguished sages today It's up to you to be a bad guest.  Fang wants to hear the masterpieces of young talents from Ningbo Prefecture."

    Seeing that Fang Xing didn¡¯t pursue the matter, the scholar couldn¡¯t help but weaken his legs and quickly grabbed the shoulders of the person next to him to avoid making a fool of himself.

    "He is FangXinghe Bo?"

    Someone asked in a low voice.

    "Who dares to impersonate? That's asking for death!"

    "It's okay to pretend to be a minor official, but pretend to be someone with a great reputation? Only a fool can do that."

    Xing Hebo, who had a notorious reputation, was drinking and even ate a few slices of braised pork, not worried at all about being poisoned.

    Qian Wen hurried over and saluted: "I have met Uncle Xinghe. Today's poetry meeting will be held with Uncle Xinghe, so it should be a grand event."

    Fang Xing nodded slightly and said, "Compose a poem, Fang will listen."

    Qian Wen responded with a smile on his face, but he was secretly complaining in his heart.

    With such a great god around, who can concentrate on writing poetry?

    ¡°And this man is the founder of science, and he is a sworn enemy of Confucianism.

    listen?

      I¡¯m afraid I want to hear if anyone dares to praise or criticize the current situation!

    When Jinling arrested Yan Bingxing last time, those Imperial College students who went to ¡®speak up for justice¡¯ were taught a lesson by the ancestral precept that ¡®students should not talk about political affairs¡¯, and then the Imperial College imposed additional punishments.

    I don¡¯t even have a chance to speak, it¡¯s so miserable!

    But beyond Qian Wen¡¯s expectation, the scholars became excited.

    The voice of reciting poems echoed by the stream again, the drinks continued to be consumed, and the atmosphere became more and more high.

    Qian Wen was stunned, then thought about it carefully, and then looked at the expressions of these people, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

    Some people want to demonstrate and let the "Confucian rebels" who are drinking and having a leisurely attitude see what poetry is.

    The other part's face is flushed and its eyes are twinkling, obviously hoping to get this person's favor.

    After all, the prince is in Jinling!

    If you fall in the eyes of the prince and strive to be a Jinshi, then congratulations, you will be on the road to success from now on.

    Mu Yan was full of curiosity about Fang Xing, and his extravagant nature made him extremely courageous.

    So when Fang Xing was sipping light wine and eating various delicacies, he was a little curious when he saw Mu Yan walking over.

    "Everyone here is afraid of me, why aren't you afraid?"

    Fang Xing frowned slightly, he didn¡¯t want to preach about science today.

    Seeing that Fang Xing was actually willing to pay attention to her, Mu Yan said excitedly: "Uncle Xinghe, students know that your poem is not gorgeous in terms of words, but it is very touching. It feels like like one person against the whole world.  , which makes people¡¯s blood boil.¡±

    Meeting a fan here made Fang Xing a little confused.  He asked: "Which one?"

    He had been a robber several times before, but his family had forgotten all about it.

    It is probably the meaning of singing Da Jiangdong to go to the Kanto Dadong, bronze pipa, and iron. Mu Yan poured himself a glass of wine, and after a bite, he chanted:

    "What do you want when you are transported to a canopy? We meet each other before we dare to turn over. We pass through the bustling city with a broken hat to hide our face. A leaky boat carries wine in the middle of the river"

    Mu Yan¡¯s voice gradually became louder, and the chanting on the other side stopped, and they all looked this way.

    Someone whispered: "That person's poem is nonsense. A three-year-old child can make it. Mu Yan's flattering attitude is too ugly."

    "That is, what luck has passed through the canopy and what has not dared to stand up are all that person's self-deprecation. How hypocritical!"

    "Then you go and correct me?"

    "Fuck you, that man has a great reputation. If he is remembered, the whole family will be in trouble sooner or later!"

    "Then what are you muttering about?"

    A scholar frowned and said to two murmuring companions: "The beauty of this poem lies in its artistic conception. At that time, Xing and Bo were enemies on all sides. It just fits this artistic conception. It couldn't be more appropriate."

    "With a cold brow and a thousand fingers, he bows his head and is willing to be a coward. He hides in a small building and becomes a unified body. He doesn't care about winter, summer, spring and autumn!"

    The scholar sighed: "Looking at Uncle Xinghe's behavior over the years, he is aloof and unconventional, but he has made great contributions to the country. This is a minister who has neither party nor group! It is true that he is looking at thousands of people with cold eyebrows! I admire him!"

    Fang Xing didn't know that he still had a fan among this group of scholars. When he saw Mu Yan blushing after reciting, he smiled and said: "You remember it clearly, but you are still young, so you can't drink too much. It will hurt you."  body!"

    Mu Yan accepted the instruction, and then asked: "Uncle Xinghe, are you here to arrest someone in Ningbo? That student knows a few corrupt officials."

    It¡¯s an age when your sense of justice is overwhelming!  Fang Xing smiled and said, "No, I have some things to do, but I still have to thank you. See you again."

    Mu Yan groaned, unable to hide his disappointment and said: "The student will definitely go to the capital in the future, and I hope I can visit you then."

    Fang Xing nodded and said, "Fangjiazhuang is just outside Beiping City. You are welcome at any time."

    After saying that, Fang Xing cupped his hands at the scholars and turned to leave.

    "Is he just here to listen to our poetry writing?"

    After Fang Xing left, the interest of the scholars was greatly reduced, and Qian Wen also very wisely asked someone to bring the staple food and invited everyone to take it together.

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