"Excellent. In just ten days, 30,000 of the 50,000 copies were sold, and the rest were sold to Xuanting Bookstore. In a few days, 'Romance of the Western Chamber' will be released in the Ten Nations. According to Shopkeeper Tang's speculation, the monthly sales will reach 500,000 yuan, "Fang Yundao said.
"I can call you Little Tycoon in the future. Come, I'll recite it and you'll memorize it, "Li Wenying said.
Fang Yun picked up the pen and paper on the table and waited for Li Wenying to recite the poem.
"Thousands of trees are frozen to the point of breaking, but a single root is warm.
In the deep snow of the front village, several branches bloomed last night.
The wind blew a delicate fragrance, and birds peeked at the beautiful flowers.
Next year, according to the law, the Spring Viewing Platform will be opened first. "
A long time after Li Wenying finished reciting, Fang Yun finally finished writing the poem, "Early Plum Blossoms", but his expression was a little strange.
The poem first described the environment of early plum blossoms, followed by the blooming of early plum blossoms, the fragrance and beauty of the flowers that attracted the birds, and finally the message of the plum blossoms. It also meant that the poet wanted to go to the Spring Viewing Platform, which was the capital.
Fang Yun thought of the battle in the imperial court last year and guessed that Li Wenying wanted to go to the capital to meet the Left Prime Minister at that time. However, Jiangzhou had the Yangtze River and Gyeongo in the south, the East Ocean in the east, and the Demon Mountain in the west. Hence, he was the most suitable person to be in charge there.
"Lord, you're very talented!" Fang Yun praised.
Li Wenying didn't care about Fang Yun's praise. Instead, he looked at Fang Yun's calligraphy and said curiously, "Your 'Spring Dawn' is written like a dog's crawl, 'Tales of a Pillow' is still bad, and 'Epigraph of My Shack' is straightforward but can only be considered mediocre. However, your calligraphy today vaguely has the strength of a great master. Not bad, I hope your calligraphy will soon reach the realm of 'flowers under your pen'. "
"Thank you for the compliment, Lord." Fang Yun felt much more comfortable. It meant that no one could criticize his calligraphy in the future. His days of hard work had not been in vain.
"Go and eat. Come and look for me when there's anything that you can change."
"I'll take my leave."
Fang Yun took the piece of paper and walked to the cafeteria. As he walked, he thought about how to change the poem.
After entering the cafeteria, Fang Yun saw that Li Yuncong and the others had already finished half of their food. Just as they were about to get more food, he walked over with the poem in his hand and placed it on the chair beside Lu Yu.
"You guys keep an eye on him for me. I'll go get some food." Fang Yun said and left.
Lu Yu, who was at the side, picked up the poem and looked at it. He said, "This Fang Yun is really amazing. We haven't even finished eating and he actually came up with a poem. Let me read it to you."
After Lu Yu finished reading, the other four nodded in agreement.
"Although the season is not right, it should be because he wanted to write it last year but didn't write it. Just now, he suddenly had an idea and wrote it."
"This first line is wonderful. It describes the cruelty of the weather and the pride of the plum trees."
"The third line isn't bad either. It's a neat and colorful match."
"The last sentence is interesting. When he comes back, ask him if his heart is with the capital."
"It's a pity that this poem doesn't have any talent. It needs to be changed."
"He's not a saint. It's impossible for him to write every poem so well. It's just a pity."
Just as they were talking, a High Scholar walked past and glanced at them. He then walked over to a table some distance away. Liu Zi Cheng's brother in law, Zhuang Wei, was sitting there.
"How is it? Fang Yun has written a new poem?" Zhuang Wei asked.
"Yes, I've seen it. It doesn't have any talent at all. The poem is not bad, but there must be something wrong with it. The words were written by him. That's right. "
"Let's go and take a look. As long as it doesn't have any talent, whatever you say makes sense. This time, the poem doesn't have any talent. If I don't attack him, even if he can write something better than 'The Epigraph of My Shack', it won't affect my courage. Go get me a brush and ink. Watch how I destroy the poem! "
Hence, the few High Scholars walked over to the table where the five of them were seated. Zhuang Wei looked at the poem carefully. It really didn't have any talent. He then saw that it was written by Fang Yun and smiled.
At this point, someone passed him a wooden tray with a brush and ink on it.
Zhuang Wei took the poem from Lu Yu and placed it on the table.
The five of them looked at the High Scholar in a daze. They couldn't understand what was wrong with him. Why did he snatch Fang Yun's poem for?
Fang Yun was just about to turn around with his food when he saw Zhuang Wei about to write. He quickly stopped him and said, "Zhuang Wei, what are you doing!"
Zhuang Wei laughed and said, "You don't know anything about this poem and it's full of holes. I can't stand it anymore. The biggest mistake in your poem is that it doesn't reflect the scenery. It's summer now, but you wrote about winter. This is a taboo. And the first line, 'Ten thousand trees are frozen and ready to break'. I've heard of trees being blown by strong winds and chopped by people, but I've never heard of trees being frozen and ready to break. This line should be erased! "
Zhuang Wei then waved his brush and drew a thick line across the words' Ten thousand trees are frozen and ready to break '. No one could see the words clearly.
Fang Yun saw that his words had been erased and was furious, "Apologize immediately and leave this place. This poem isn't something you can change!"
Zhuang Wei laughed and said, "We're all students of the State College. It's normal for a High Scholar to change a poem for a student. Why can't I do the same? You think too highly of yourself. "
Fang Yun didn't expect a High Scholar to use such methods. If they were familiar with each other, it would be normal for a High Scholar to change a poem for a student. But Zhuang Wei obviously came with ill intentions. He was here because his invitation was rejected yesterday.
Fang Yun's expression turned cold and said, "Zhuang Wei, if you stop now, I'll take it that you're trying to help your brother. After you apologize, I'll let you go. But if you dare to change a single word, don't blame me for not reminding you! "
Zhuang Wei laughed and said, "I don't need you to remind me. And this second line, 'Lonely Roots Warm Alone Returns', 'Lonely' and 'Alone' have similar meanings. It's not appropriate for them to appear in the same sentence. Cross it out! "He then waved his brush and covered up Fang Yun's words.
Li Yuncong who was at the side said, "Fang Yun, don't be impulsive. This is a common tactic used by commoners and aristocrats. It's still a competition of words. If you scold or fight, you've lost."
Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "Since I warned him and he didn't listen, then let him continue!"
At this point, a few people from the Li Shan Club walked over. The club leader Ye Feng said angrily, "Zhuang Wei, take your dirty hands away! As a High Scholar, you're trying to take revenge on a student. How can the Liu family be so shameless! A High Scholar is destroying a poem for a student. How can you do that! "
"Destroying a poem is a competition of words. He's also an Imperial Scholar. His status is higher than a normal Elementary Scholar. How can this be considered bullying? Brother Ye, you're thinking too much. "
Zhuang Wei finished and was about to destroy the poem when Ye Feng said coldly, "If you dare to make another move, I will use my words to stop you even if I have to be punished!"
Zhuang Wei's expression changed and the people around him immediately blocked him.
Fang Yun said, "Brother Ye, thank you for your good intentions. But I like to watch a good show. You don't have to worry about it. I want to see how much he dares to destroy this poem! If he doesn't destroy it well, I won't be happy! "
"Fang Yun, you …"
Fang Yundao said, "Brother Ye, please wait. I don't believe that Zhuang Wei dares to destroy the entire poem!"
In the midst of the argument, everyone in the canteen walked over. A few of the lecturers were even smiling. To them, this was a competition and encouragement. As long as it didn't harm anyone or the scholars, they wouldn't stop it.
One of the lecturers said softly, "I want to stop it. But once this example is made, it won't be good. But it's good that Fang Yun is affected. I believe that he will be able to get through this difficult time. Maybe in two or three years, he will be able to wash away his shame. "
"It's a good thing for him to be courageous after being humiliated."
"But Fang Yun seems very calm. Could it be that he has some tricks up his sleeve?"
"It shouldn't be. Zhuang Wei has been planning this for a long time. How could he make a mistake? That poem really doesn't have any talent."
The rest of the lecturers nodded. They all thought that this was a good opportunity to train Fang Yun.
The people around them all had different expressions. Some of them were clearly waiting to watch a good show. A few of them were looking forward to Fang Yun's poem being destroyed. But most of them sympathized with Fang Yun. After all, even if a High Scholar wrote poems for a year, he might not be able to come up with many good poems. Most of them were very ordinary poems.
Zhuang Wei was originally hesitant. But when he heard Fang Yun's contempt, he said again, "In the Deep Snow of the Front Village? It's completely lacking in poetry. It's so white that even a three year old could write it. Destroy it! "
Fang Yun's lips curled into a mocking smile. He did not think that things would become more interesting.
Zhuang Ying continued to destroy the poem. After destroying everything, he finally made a big "X" on the page of the poem and said, "As a Saint Double Armor Scholar, he actually wrote such a poem. It is a disgrace to the saints!"
Many people were angered by Zhuang Wei. But since Fang Yun did not speak, they could not say anything. They could only look at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled and asked, "Is Great Scholar Zhuang done? Do you want to destroy another hour? "
"You are quite calm. I want to tell you that when it is possible to make mistakes, one should be lenient. Liu Zicheng may not be good, but he is still an Elementary Scholar. You did not even give him a chance to correct his mistakes. Remember this lesson and let bygones be bygones. "
Fang Yun nodded his head. He walked forward and placed the wooden tray on the table. He then picked up the poem and placed it in his pocket. He then slowly ate his meal.
Everyone was puzzled. They thought that Fang Yun would have a follow-up after saying such harsh words, but he actually ate it.
Zhuang Wei saw that Fang Yun did not speak and turned to leave. He thought to himself, "Zicheng and Zizhi are close brothers. If Zizhi knows about this, he will definitely be closer to me. Hmph, I did not want to destroy the poem. I just wanted to be a good person. But you did not know how to appreciate my kindness. You cannot blame me for this. "
Zhuang Wei felt proud and walked out. After a few steps, he heard Fang Yun's voice.
"Brother Zhuang, please wait. I forgot to say something." Fang Yun said.
"What do you want to say?" Zhuang Wei turned around, thinking that Fang Yun was going to give in.
"Nothing. I just wanted to say that after school in the afternoon, the Court Master called me to his Hall of Clarity. He recited a poem and asked me to help him change it. I memorized it. I did not think that you would destroy it. I have completely forgotten the poem. After lunch, I will go to the Hall of Clarity again. "
Without waiting for Fang Yun to finish speaking, Zhuang Wei's face turned pale. He was sweating profusely and could barely stand.
Those who were angry at Fang Yun all laughed. Lu Yu and Ning Zhiyuan slapped the table and laughed.
"Hahaha … this … this stupid High Scholar. He actually said that Jian Mei's poem could be written by a three year old!"
"Fang Yun, you are too evil. Why didn't you say so earlier? Hahaha … "
The few lecturers looked at each other. They did not think that Fang Yun really had a backup plan. And this backup plan was not ordinary.
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Pushed a friend's book: "The Rebirth of a Top Student"
Introduction: Apple's founder and CEO Steve Jobs was interviewed by Time Magazine. He said, "In this world, there is only one person who can truly make me feel fear. It is definitely not that idiot Bill Gates. This young man is called Liu Meng. He comes from China. Fortunately, we kept him in Apple as the second largest shareholder."
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