Chapter 66

"Excellent. In just ten days, 50000 copies were sold for 30000, and the rest were handed over to xuanting book store for sale. In a few days," the story of the West Chamber "will be launched in ten countries. According to shopkeeper Tang, the sales of books in January can reach 500000." Fang Yun said.

"You can be called a little rich man in the future. Come on, I say you remember." Li Wenying said

Fang Yun picked up the pen and paper on the table and waited for Li Wenying to recite poetry.

"Thousands of trees are frozen and want to break, and their solitary roots warm and return alone.

In the deep snow of Qiancun village, several branches opened last night.

The wind sends out faint fragrance, and the birds see the plain beauty.

Next year, if the law should be obeyed, we should first start looking at the spring platform. "

After Li Wenying finished reading it for a while, Fang Yun finished writing the song "early plum", but he looked a little different.

This poem first describes the environment of early plum blossoms, then the blooming of early plum blossoms, then the fragrance and beauty of flowers that attract the hearts of birds, and finally not only the message of plum blossoms, but also the meaning that the poet wants to go to "wangchuntai", that is, the capital.

Fang Yun thought of the court hall dispute last year and guessed that Li Wenying wanted to go to the capital to meet Zuo Xiang for a while. However, there are the Yangtze River and Qingguo in the south of Jiangzhou, the East China Sea in the East and demon mountain in the West. It is very important. Only he is most suitable to sit here.

"Your Excellency has great talent!" Fang Yun exclaimed.

Li Wenying didn't care about Fang Yun's praise, but looked at Fang Yun's words and said strangely: "your spring dawn is written like a dog crawling, the pillow in mind is still poor, and the meaning of the humble room inscription is straight, but it can only be said plain. But your words today have everyone's character. Yes, I wish your calligraphy reach the realm of 'flowers under the pen' as soon as possible."

"Thank you for your praise." Fang Yun felt much more comfortable, which means that no one can talk about his words in the future, and many days of hard practice were not in vain.

"Go to dinner and come back to me when you have something to change."

"Students leave."

Fang Yun took the page and walked to the canteen, thinking about how to change the poem.

After entering the canteen, Fang Yun saw that Li Yuncong and others had eaten half of their meals and was about to go to fight for food, but with the poem page in his hand, he went over and put the poem page on the chair next to Lu Yu.

"You watch for me and I'll go to fetch rice." Fang Yun said and left.

Lu Yu took a look at the poem page and said, "this party's luck is really great. We haven't finished our meal. He even made a poem. I'll read it to you."

After Lu Yu finished reading, the other four nodded one after another.

"Although the season is not right, it should be that he wanted to write last year, but he just had an idea."

"So several people walked to the place where the five of the group were. When they came to the table, Zhuang Ying looked carefully. He was really not talented. He saw Fang Yun's words again, and a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, a man handed a wooden tray with pen and ink on it.

Zhuang Ying grabbed the poem page from Lu Yu and put it on the table.

The five people in class one stared at the man, wondering what he was crazy about and what he was doing to grab Fang Yun's poetry pages.

Fang Yun just turned around with the food and saw that Zhuang Ying was going to write on it. He hurriedly stopped and said, "Zhuang Ying, what are you doing!"

Zhuang Ying laughed and said: "You know nothing about this broken poem and there are loopholes everywhere. I really can't watch it anymore. One of the biggest mistakes in your poem is that it's not the right scene. It's a big taboo that you write about winter when it's summer. There's also the first sentence that thousands of trees are frozen and want to be broken. I heard that some trees have been broken by strong wind, some have been cut, but I've never heard of being frozen. This sentence should be erased!"

With a stroke of pen, Zhuang Ying drew a thick ink horizontal line on "WanMu frozen to fold", and could no longer see this line clearly.

When Fang Yun saw that his words had been smeared, he was angry and said, "make an apology immediately and leave here. You can't change this poem!"

Zhuang Ying said with a smile, "I'm a student of the State Academy of literature. It's natural for everyone to change poetry for children. Why can't I change it? You think too highly of yourself."

Fang Yun didn't expect a Juren to use this method. If both sides are familiar, it's normal for Juren to help children change poetry and even judge, but Zhuang Ying obviously came with malice for the reason that his invitation was rejected yesterday.

Fang Yun looked cold and said, "Zhuang Ying, stop now. I think you're unfair for your wife and brother. I can spare you after apologizing. But if you dare to move another word, you can't stop at that time. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Zhuang Ying said with a smile, "I don't need you to remind me. And this second sentence, lonely root warms and returns alone. The words lonely and alone have similar meanings. It's not appropriate to appear in the same sentence. Cross it out!" then he waved his pen and covered Fang Yun's handwriting.

Li Yuncong said, "Fang Yun, don't be impulsive. It's destroying poetry. It's a common method between poor families and gentry. It's still Wenbi. If you curse or start, you'll lose."

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "since I warned him and didn't listen, let him destroy it!"

At this time, several people from Lishan society came over. The head of the society, Ye Feng, said angrily, "Zhuang Ying, take away your dirty hands! As the whole family retaliates against the children for personal revenge, why are you Liu family so faceless! It's up to you to destroy poetry against the children!"

"It's Wenbi who destroys poetry. He is also a former Saint. He has a higher status than ordinary scholars. How can he bully the small with the big? Brother ye, you worry too much."

Zhuang Ying said that he wanted to destroy the poem. Ye Feng said coldly, "if you dare to move again, I will fight for punishment and stop you with words and swords!"

As soon as Zhuang Ying's look changed, the people around him immediately stopped him.

Fang Yun said, "brother ye, thank you for your kindness, but I like to watch the excitement. Don't worry. I'll see how much he dares to destroy this poem! I'm not happy if it's not well destroyed!"

"Fang Yun, you..."

Fang Yun said, "brother ye, wait, I don't believe Zhuang valance dare to destroy the whole poem!"

In the course of the dispute, everyone in the canteen came over, and several speakers even smiled. In their view, this is competition and encouragement. They will not stop as long as they don't hurt people or Wengong.

A speaker whispered, "I'd like to stop it, but this example is not good as soon as it starts. However, Fang Yun is better hit. I believe he will get through this difficulty. Maybe he will be ashamed in two or three years."

"Knowing shame and then being brave is a good thing for him."

"But Fang Yun seems very calm. Does he have any later moves?"

"I don't think so. Zhuang Ying has been planning for a long time. How can he make mistakes? That poem page really has no talent."

The other speakers nodded together and thought it was a good opportunity to sharpen Fang Yun.

People nearby look different. Some are obviously holding the attitude of watching a good play. A few people are looking forward to the frustration of Fang Yun's poem name, but most people sympathize with Fang Yun. After all, even if you write poems for a year, you may not have a few talented poems, most of them are very ordinary poems.

Zhuang Ying hesitated, but Fang Yun was contemptuous. He said again, "in the deep snow of the former village? It's almost poetic. It's white to no more. Three-year-old children can write it and destroy it!"

Fang Yun could not help but show a sarcastic smile around his mouth. Unexpectedly, things became more interesting.

Zhuang Ying continued to destroy his poems and everything. Finally, he typed a big "X" on the page of the poem and said, "as a boy with double armour in front of the saint, it's humiliating for him to write such poems!"

Many people were angered by Zhuang Ying, but Fang Yun couldn't speak, and they couldn't say anything. They could only look at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and asked, "can talent Zhuang be destroyed? Do you want to destroy it for another half an hour?"

"You are calm. I just want to tell you that you have to forgive others. Even if Liu Zicheng is not good, he is also a famous scholar. It's too much for you to even give him a chance to correct. Remember this lesson and forget what happened yesterday."

Fang Yun nodded, walked forward, put the wooden tray on the table, then picked up the poem page, folded it, put it into the pocket of his clothes and ate slowly.

They were puzzled. They thought Fang Yun would follow up after saying cruel words, but he ate it.

Seeing that Fang Yun didn't speak, Zhuang Ying turned and left, but he thought to himself, "Zicheng and Zizhi are brothers. If Zizhi learned about this, he would be closer to me. Hum, I didn't want to destroy poetry, but I just wanted to be a good man, but you didn't appreciate it. I can't blame me for this."

Zhuang Ying felt proud and went out. After taking a few steps, he heard Fang Yun's voice.

"Brother Zhuang, wait a minute. I just forgot to say one thing." Fang Yun said.

"What do you want to say?" Zhuang Ying turned and thought Fang Yun would be soft.

"Nothing. I just want to say that after school at noon, Lord Yuanjun asked me to go to his Mingjing hall and recited a poem. He asked me to help him change it, so I wrote it down. I didn't want to be destroyed by you. I forgot all the poems. I'll go to Mingjing hall after dinner."

Before Fang Yun finished, Zhuang Ying was pale and sweaty, and could hardly stand still.

Those who were angry for Fang Yun laughed, and Lu Yu and Ning Zhiyuan clapped the table and laughed.

"Hahaha... This... This fool can even write three-year-old children's poems scolding Jianmei Gong!"

"Fang Yun, you're so bad. Why didn't you say it earlier? Ha ha..."

Those speakers looked at each other. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun really had a backhand, and the backhand was not generally cruel.