The villain of quick wear

Chapter 434 Abolishing the Flower Heart Carrot 20

Front yard, main hall.

The coals in the brazier sparkled from time to time, making a crisp crackling sound.

The warm wine exudes a faint aroma, and the faces of the men and women at the banquet are flushed.

Fu Jialiang looked around for a week, pretending to postpone it, reluctantly composing a poem.

Fu Jialiang pushed away the two extremely beautiful women beside him, and stepped down from the main seat.

After taking the first step, Fu Jialiang focused his eyes and said, "One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces."

Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, the next sentence is five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces?

Everyone laughed softly, the one who was laughing was himself, Fu Jialiang was extremely talented, and all the poems and articles written by him were masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, with famous lines.

Fu Jialiang took a step forward and said, "Five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces."

Clap, the chopsticks of the dull-looking man fell to the ground.

Unexpectedly, it was really five, six, seven, eighty or ninety pieces!

How could Fu Jialiang act so ordinary?

Compared with his previous poems, this poem is unbearable!

Could it be that Fu Jialiang was exhausted, or did he do it on purpose?

Everyone stared at Fu Jialiang for a moment, their hearts slowly raised to their throats.

Fu Jialiang walked to the center of the living room, enjoying the attention of others from all directions.

Fu Jialiang slowly said the third sentence, "Thousands of pieces, thousands of pieces, countless pieces."

Fu Jialiang's third sentence still disappointed everyone.

"Master Hou, if you don't want to compose a poem, you can just state it clearly, why do you have to?"

"Master Hou, don't you mean that you look down on us for our lack of fame, and do it on purpose?"

"Master Hou, please don't joke around."

Some young scholars were aggrieved and got up to leave.

"Don't worry, everyone, just listen to me finish the last sentence." Fu Jialiang said without haste, "The last sentence is, fly into the plum blossom and never disappear."

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eighty, ninety pieces.

Thousands of pieces, countless pieces, flying into the plum blossom will always be missing.

Everyone read it carefully, their frowning brows gradually relaxed, and their faces showed intoxicated satisfaction.

"Hou Ye is worthy of being a Hou Ye, and worthy of the title of Poetry Immortal."

"The first three sentences of this poem seem plain and plain, but the fourth sentence at the end has the finishing touch, matching reality and reality, and matching movement and stillness, which immediately sublimates this poem."

"From one to two, from ten to one hundred, from one thousand to ten thousand, and even countless, there is no sense of cumbersomeness. The world is independent, the snow blows out the beauty, and the cold leaves the fragrance, from which you can also see the temperament and character of Lord Hou."

Everyone read it, and the praise was like a tide, easily drowning Fu Jialiang.

Fu Jialiang's expression was indifferent, with a detached attitude of neither being happy with things nor sad with himself.

"Everyone, let's analyze my poem about the snow."

Before anyone arrives, the sound arrives first.

"Birds fly away in a thousand mountains, and people disappear in thousands of miles. A lone boat and hat, fishing alone in the cold river and snow."

The main hall was silent, and then heated discussions erupted.

"Wonderful! Wonderful! Wonderful! Really wonderful!"

"In just twenty words, I can paint a quiet and cold picture: on a day when the snowflakes are flying, an old fisherman is fishing alone in the cold river in a small boat. The world is white, lonely and desolate, which makes people sigh."

"It's snowing heavily, thousands of mountains and trails, people and birds are extinct, and the scene of severe cold in the mountains and fields can't help but come to mind. The fisherman fishes alone in the cold river, the weather is cold, and he feels lonely, but even so, the fisherman is arrogant and unyielding."

A group of literati shook their heads, savoring the beauty of "Jiang Xue".

Fu Jialiang, who was on the main seat, was dumbfounded, with a frightened expression on his face.

""Jiang Xue", that is Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue". Could it be that there are other traversers in this world besides me?"

Fu Jialiang looked fiercely at the door.

No matter who appears next, he will do whatever it takes to get rid of him.

happy mid-Autumn Festival! ! !

(End of this chapter)