Mr. Fang's face was calm, and he savored the tea without looking sideways. He pretended not to see the extremely resentful eyes that Fang Zheng cast, but his heart was quite uneasy. The older he was, the more he could not bear to lose face, let alone Mr. Fang was a rich man with a strong reputation in Jinling City. So Mr. Fang lied, but nothing but face, which was completely a subconscious reaction.

How could a big business owner with a net worth of tens of millions of dollars to allow others to say that his son is a playboy who is ignorant and scattered? Even if others don’t say it in front of him, Mr. Fang can’t stand the sarcasm and ridicule look.

Face is illusory, but sometimes it is really visible and touchable. The current position of Master Prescription is much deeper than that of ordinary people.

So when Master Chen asked, Mr. Fang blurted out without thinking and rushed to help Fang Zheng answer. After the words were finished, Mr. Fang regretted that as a businessman, Mr. Fang must have told countless lies in his life, but the lie he told today is undoubtedly the easiest to expose, which made Mr. Fang feel uneasy.

His thoughts at this moment were the same as his precious son thought: What if Master Chen became interested and consider Fang Zheng’s knowledge on the spot?

The father and son knew better than each other that the student was just a hat on his head. This hat was like a bubble, which was shattered with a slight poke. There was no shortcut to learning. If you study hard day and night, you could see the depth of others if you lack a little bit of it, not to mention that this young master Fang couldn't even recognize the words, and his mouth was exposed.

So, the two sat face to face, feeling uneasy, hoping that Mr. Chen would quickly serve tea and take away the guests, and complain to each other on the way back.

Thoughts are beautiful, reality is cruel.

Sure enough, Master Chen lived up to expectations and said with expectations: "Since that's the case, I'll test you. The meaning of the scriptures is too profound and broad. I won't talk about it today. I'll make a couple, how about you?"

How? Can I say no? Fang Zheng was sad, did my dad deliberately want to see me embarrassing? What are the benefits of your son embarrassing? He is also a businessman, do all this kind of detrimental thing that harms others and is not good for oneself!

Think about it, I just made up my mind. At worst, I would say that I broke my head a while ago and I didn’t remember what I learned before. Anyway, my father was there, and it was also embarrassing him. Who told him to be humiliated? I would also let him be embarrassed once. This is what it means to be "A father must be like son."

Mr. Fang looked quite embarrassed. He was afraid of anything. What should he do now? He knew best that his son had a few taels of things in his stomach. He was the best girl who drank and played with flowers and wine. How could he have a good match for someone who had never touched Dalian books since childhood?

Aren't you a disciple? Why did you come to such a scene? According to custom, Master Chen only needs to accept gifts from the house below, and then encourage Fang Zheng with a few words of gentle words, and finally serve tea and see the guests. This matter is considered to be a living. People's calculations are not as good as God's calculations. If you knew it, you would have just let the evil son admit that he could not read a big word, so that he would not have the reputation of "liar words" between the father and son.

Mr. Fang is old and looks more and more attentive to his old face. When he heard that he wanted to match his partner, he immediately opened his mouth and planned to break the matter.

Unexpectedly, Fang Zheng had already made up his mind that a dead pig would not be afraid of boiling water. At worst, he could learn to vomit blood to death like the intestines.

He didn't give Mr. Fang a chance to interrupt, and rushed to say, "In this way, let's ask Master to give a question."

Mr. Fang's shoulder collapsed, and he closed his eyes in annoyance, leaned on the back of the Grand Master's chair. He really couldn't bear to see his son's dizzy embarrassment. You can do whatever you want, I'm not upset.

Master Chen looked at the portrait of Kong Sheng hanging on the wall, pondered for a while, and said, "Listen, I'll make a 'killing chess last night to find a way to find a piece'."

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up when he heard this. Hey, I seem to have heard of this couplet. Why hasn't anyone ever published this couplet in this era? Wow, cheater, gold finger, how beautiful life is in time travel. Later, I have another title: Talented man, Fang Da Talent man, Fengliu, the handsome and handsome Fang Da Talent man. Who shouts loudly? Reward!

Those who are studying in the Chinese department of university are certainly familiar with ancient Chinese poems and couplets. Fang Zheng was not very serious when he was in college, but he was somewhat influenced. He has read a few serious books, such as "clouds to rain, snow to wind, and evening shine to clear sky". Of course, Master Fang is more familiar with pure academic romance novels such as "Jin Ping Mei", and often studies it to the point of forgetting to eat and sleep. As for whether he asks the fifth girl to help relieve the fire after research, this is not worthy of being able to tell outsiders.

The couplet produced by Master Chen happened to be within the scope of knowledge that Fang Zheng knew very little. I have to say that this guy’s luck is not ordinary.

Master Chen gave a double relationship. The "Zilu" in this first couplet contains two meanings: one is the way of the chess piece, and the other is Confucius' disciples, one of which is also called Zilu.

Fang Zheng recalled it and immediately got the answer. He pretended to ponder for a while and said loudly: "Students are 'Seeing Yan Hui in the mirror'." After saying that, he reached out and gently brushed the square scarf with a smug look elegant, but in fact he was coquettish.

This is also a double connection. Among them, "Yan Hui" also has two meanings: one is the true appearance, and the other is that among Confucius' disciples, there is also a named Yan Hui.

Master Chen silently tasted the second couplet, and suddenly his eyes lit up and said with a smile: "No, wonderful!"

Of course it is amazing. Can it be bad if it is printed on a book thousands of years later?

Mr. Fang's closed eyes suddenly opened and said in surprise: "What?"

He turned his head and stared at Fang Zheng, saying, "How could you..." Halfway through his words, he stopped talking, but his eyes showed a look of doubt.

Fang Zheng said modestly: "Dad, this is like God's help, and I cannot be true."

There are so many nonsense! The gods will help you get your partner, and you're so full? Mr. Fang glared at him, but he was secretly happy. It would be fine if his son didn't embarrass him. Even if Master Chen made another match, he wouldn't be too embarrassed if he couldn't answer.

Master Chen smiled and said, "Today I am here, I will give you another couplet. Listen to me, 'The ambition is hard to beat, and I still want to ride the wind and break the waves of thousands of miles'."

"Students are willing to 'leave their own leisure, so they might as well get the bright moon beads in the South China Sea'."

"Okay, listen, I'll say again, 'Takemoto is unintentional, how can you pass the festival for nothing?"

"The students are interested in 'Xue Fei, and they are coming again in the next year."

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Mr. Fang sat on the chair of the Grand Master, staring at the two of them in amazement. He really couldn't figure out when did his son, who had no idea what he had learned to be a good match? And he could actually fight Master Chen, who is famous for his literary talent in Jinling, and he seemed to be increasingly satisfied with this newly accepted disciple.

It's incredible, too incredible! Mr. Fang couldn't accept it for a moment. He shook his head, trying to take the strange scene in front of him as an illusion and throw it out of his mind. Fang Zheng's image actually had a mysterious feeling in his father's eyes. Looking back, since his son woke up from a coma, his words and deeds were different from usual, as if he had changed his personal life, and he was completely no longer the appearance of a prodigal son before. Could it be... He fell down and got his brain out of mind?

In the end, Mr. Fang simply stopped listening and fell into thinking: "Looking at this situation, my son must not be a thing in the pool. His many bad deeds were just a young man. Before Zhou Chu killed the tiger and killed the dragon, wasn't he a slut who was a traitor to harm his neighbors? If he could repent, he would still have great achievements." After thinking about it, he looked at Fang Zheng even more pleasant.

But after a few pairs, he was able to reverse the bad impression that Mr. Fang had formed over the years and was frequently praised by Master Chen. This benefit was unexpected by Fang Zheng.

"Haha, it's so satisfying! It's been so exciting for so long! Mr. Fang, you have a good son!" Master Chen said with a smile on the other side.

Mr. Fang pressed his doubts in his heart and smiled at him, "I'm so stupid. I'll be smart enough. I'll ask Master Chen to worry more in the future."

Mr. Fang spoke with a proud look on his face. Someone praised his son, but who was unhappy as a parent? Mr. Fang was like drinking a big jar of honey, and his face was sweet to his heart. His son finally fought for his father's face, which made him happier than he earned dozens or millions of taels of silver.

The appointment was made to go to the academy five days later, and the father and son of the Fang family said goodbye and left.

On the way back, Mr. Fang couldn't suppress his inner doubts and asked, "Zheng'er, when did you learn to be a good match?"

"Dad, did you say it? It's like there is help from God." Fang Zheng replied with a smile: "As soon as Master Chen asked the question, the child vaguely saw the gods and Buddhas circling above my head. Every time Master Chen gave a pair, a Bodhisattva would tell me the second couplet in his ear..."

"Hmph, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky come to help you get the right couple? Are they so idle?" Looking at Fang Zheng's smile and unscrupulous face, Master Fang knew what he didn't want to say, and no matter how hard he asked, it was useless, so he had to snorted and stopped asking.
Chapter completed!