The two of them stared at each other.
Everyone could see the undisguised coldness in Fang Yun's eyes, as well as his indifference towards treachery.
Fang Yun respected every single human being. From the day that the Minister of the Left tried to harm Yang Yuhuan, Mount Liu had lost the most basic respect from Fang Yun, even if he was a Grand Scholar.
Mount Liu's eyes were still as warm as ever. It was as if Fang Yun was not a political enemy that he wanted to get rid of. Instead, Fang Yun looked like a business partner.
Mount Liu was still Mount Liu, but Fang Yun was no longer the cautious scholar he used to be.
Mount Liu smiled and said, "Prince Ji is famous throughout the world. You have made great contributions to the human race, and you are also Xusheng's successor. Now that you have become the top scholar of the human race, it is indeed expected of you. However, Prince Ji is still young. If you can enter the Notre-Dame and cultivate for three to five years, you will definitely rise to the top. "
"The situation in the north is dire. I am afraid that I cannot wait for three years." Fang Yun looked straight at Mount Liu. His eyes were as sharp as swords.
"If you are too strong, you will break easily. If Prince Ji does not hide his strength and bide his time, he will definitely attract the jealousy of the heavens!"
"The heavens and earth can accommodate all living things, including me, Fang Yun. I am not afraid of the heavens, but I am afraid of the jealousy of others." Fang Yun said.
"Man can conquer the heavens." Mount Liu said.
"Yes, man can conquer the heavens!" Fang Yun's voice was full of passion.
The two of them were clearly saying similar things, but they had completely different meanings.
"To solve the crisis of Jingguo, it doesn't matter whether there are more or less great scholars, let alone the Hanlin Academy. What Jingguo needs now is a Half-saint, not Xusheng! "Mount Liu said.
Many Jingguo people present clenched their fists. Mount Liu had finally revealed his true intentions.
Some of the old officials were deep in thought. Mount Liu would never do something like this, but today, he suddenly spoke up. It was obvious that he felt pressured by Fang Yun.
A Grand Scholar imperial censor stood up and said sternly, "Minister of the Left, Jingguo is facing a great enemy. Why are you trying to mislead the people and shake the morale of the army? Jingguo will have a greater chance of winning if we have a great scholar! "
"Really? Dare I ask Censor Zhang, how long can a Great Scholar last in front of Half Sage Lang Lu? Three breaths? Or four breaths? "Liu Shan's words were still as light as before.
Censor Zhang fell silent. It wasn't that he couldn't argue, but that he couldn't continue. Because if he continued, he would mention Chen Guanhai. Once he mentioned the battle between Chen Guanhai and Lang Lu, the consequences would be severe. Everyone knew that Jingguo would lose. If he continued, he would shake the morale of the army.
At this moment, everyone realized how clever Mount Liu's words were. He didn't say that Jingguo couldn't resist the barbarians. Instead, he brought up a request that Jingguo couldn't fulfill. This way, even if he revealed his true intentions, he wouldn't be able to use it against Jingguo.
Fang Yundao said, "Chen Sheng and Lang Lu had an agreement. As long as the barbarians can't take down Yuyang Pass. The two saints can't attack anyone below the level of a saint. In other words, Jingguo can hold on for a long time as long as Yuyang Pass is defended. "
"Let's not talk about whether the demon saint's words can be trusted. Even if they are, how long can Yuyang Pass last? Moreover, even if Jingguo has the help of the Notre-Dame and other countries, it's hard for the number of great scholars to exceed twenty. The barbarians have already gathered more than a hundred demon kings. Therefore, the Old Man thinks that Jingguo needs a new Half-saint in three years. "
Mount Liu seemed to be analyzing Jingguo's current situation, but his last sentence made everyone's hearts skip a beat.
That sentence couldn't be more obvious. Chen Guanhai could only hold on for three years at most!
Some people finally panicked.
The next three years would be the most difficult three years in Jingguo's history. It would be even more difficult than the founding of Jingguo.
Suddenly, the Primal Qi around Kang Ha-chuan surged. Everyone hurriedly looked over and found that the Primal Qi had calmed down.
Mount Liu suddenly shut his mouth. He didn't say a word.
If he dared to say another word, Kang Ha-chuan would kill him in front of Fengtian Hall!
"Three years? That's enough." Fang Yun suddenly smiled and glanced at Liu Shan. Then, he walked out of the room with a calm expression and a calm gait.
After a few breaths, Ji Zhibai shouted, "Three years is not enough!"
"It's enough to kill a great scholar or a great scholar." Fang Yundao said as he walked.
Everyone suddenly realized that if he couldn't save Jingguo, Fang Yundao would definitely make Mount Liu accompany Jingguo to the grave!
The sky above the palace was clear, but a mile away from the palace, dark clouds covered the sky. It was drizzling in the early winter.
The Left Minister's faction felt cold all over. Would the Left Minister's faction become the Changxi Village of yesterday?
Mount Liu chuckled. There was an inexplicable meaning hidden in his smile. He looked at Fang Yundao's back and said, "Your Highness Prince Ji, at the end of the banquet, the top scholar has to compose a poem!"
Mount Liu's voice returned to its usual amiable tone, as if it was an unrelated person reminding Fang Yundao. It was just to end the banquet.
Fang Yundao didn't reply. He walked further and further away. When Fang Yundao's figure disappeared outside the palace, a thunderous voice resounded in the air above the palace.
"Cold and bleak behind the rain,
Nine motes of dust without mud.
It's still the same feeling as before.
Leisurely crossing the street with my sleeves hanging down. "
Everyone was surprised at first. They liked this poem from the bottom of their hearts, but no one cheered loudly. Because any kind of cheering would destroy the mood of the poem.
Everyone seemed to see the cold rain desolately falling. The cold raindrops fell on Fang Yundao's body. The roads of the capital were clean and tidy, without the slightest trace of dust or mud. Both sides of the street were lined with weeping willows. Fang Yundao strolled along the street. Although he was the top scholar today, his mood was exactly the same as usual.
At this moment, a few scholars sighed in their hearts. Fang Xusheng's state of mind had reached a new level. He had obtained unexpected spiritual wealth in Ning 'an.
As the grand top scholar, no matter how humble he was, his words would reveal a trace of arrogance or conceit. But in this poem, there was no trace of arrogance. Fang Yundao really didn't care about the title of top scholar. He really attended the banquet with a normal heart. It was completely in line with his status as a prince and Xusheng.
Mount Liu suddenly snorted. With a flick of his sleeve, he left.
A few scholars didn't understand. They didn't understand why Mount Liu was angry. After all, he had always maintained his composure. But a few older scholars suddenly laughed and didn't say anything.
The youths discussed animatedly and quickly discovered the problem.
"Whip sleeves are another name for willow branches. The willow tree in winter can be called a withered willow. What if the last sentence was changed to 'the withered willow crosses the street'?"
"Could it be that although there are withered willows on the street, the winter rain has washed away the dust on the street. He is no longer affected by the 'willow party' and is leisurely strolling in the clean capital?"
"Fang Xusheng's use of poetry is simply superb. No matter how well Mount Liu said it, future generations won't remember how he treated Fang Xusheng. But as long as this poem exists. Future generations will definitely remember Fang Xusheng's ingenuity. "
"Speaking of the willow tree … who still remembers the other two poems?"
"Of course!"
Everyone immediately recited the two poems.
The first poem was written by Fang Yun at the early spring literary meeting before he went to Ning 'an.
The light rain on the heavenly street is as smooth as butter.
The color of the grass looks far away but not near.
The most important benefit of a year's spring.
Victory over the smoke willows in the capital.
The second poem was written by Fang Yun in Ning 'an after he eradicated the Left Minister's party in Mi Zhou.
The chaos still hasn't turned yellow,
Leaning on the east wind, the wind is wild.
Dispelling the flying flowers that cover the sun and moon,
Don't know if there is frost between heaven and earth.
Everyone couldn't help but re-evaluate the three poems.
"The first one is a poem of spring. At that time, it said that there was new grass in spring. This is a new force, better than the Jingguo with only the 'willow tree'! The second one is a poem of early summer. Previously, there was a scoundrel who created a grain shortage to harm Ning 'an. Just like the willow catkins that gained power, they were easily defeated by Fang Xusheng. And since then. The 'willow tree' in Mi Zhou was almost uprooted. Combined with this third poem, it has a profound meaning! "
Qiao Juze unceremoniously analyzed, "The first poem of Fang Xusheng, there is a new color of grass in the capital, better than the willow tree. Fang Xusheng believed that the Left Minister's party was declining and was full of confidence. The second poem of Fang Xusheng, the world is frost and the willow tree is gone. It was Fang Xusheng who eradicated the Left Minister's party in Mi Zhou and was full of ambition. The third poem of Fang Xusheng, Fang Xusheng's state of mind has undergone a major change and has temporarily suppressed the Left Minister's party. No matter what happens in the future, Fang Xusheng will not see the Liu party as important as before. He will only see them as an ordinary enemy and will always have the same feeling as before. "
"As expected of the Progenitor of Poetry. After such a long time, he can still form a triptych poem. Every sentence is like a knife, stabbing into Mount Liu's heart."
"Offending Fang Xusheng is really scary. Not only was there a lot of scolding when he was alive, even after death, his name will be notorious for ten thousand years! "
"Fang Yun is already Xusheng. Unless he is a traitor, even the Saints have no right to ban the dissemination and destruction of his famous works! There is no need to think about it. Mount Liu will be notorious for ten thousand years! "
"No wonder the Left Minister couldn't help but snort in the end. He probably also knew about this outcome."
"These three poems seem to be 'The Three Batches of Mount Liu'."
"Yes, let's name it 'The Three Batches of Mount Liu'. In the future, when Yangyi Academy recruits new students, we will definitely teach 'The Three Batches of Mount Liu'."
Many people couldn't help but laugh. The dean of Yangyi Academy was too evil. In the future, even if Mount Liu became a great Confucian scholar or even a Saint, he wouldn't be able to wash away the dirty water today.
The Left Minister's party couldn't listen to it anymore. The guests present simply didn't take them seriously and had no choice but to leave dejectedly.
"Hey? The poems of the top scholars of the Ten Nations have been published one after another. Fang Xusheng's poem is indeed the best in the Ten Nations. "
"Although Fang Xusheng's poem alludes to the Left Minister, he is calm and indifferent. Look at the other top scholars' poems. Only Yan Yukong's poem barely has some artistic conception. After all, it was written in a hurry. The other top scholars' poems … are far inferior to Fang Xusheng's."
"I'm going to publish 'The Three Batches of Mount Liu' on the list. Let's watch a good show!"
"Hahaha …"
Mount Liu returned to his residence with a sullen expression.
Ji Zhibai coughed up blood all the way home and fainted before reaching the door.
In the Long Jue luxury car, Fang Yun sighed in his heart. 'It's so good to be a Long Jue. Writing poems requires rain, and I can summon clouds and rain with just a thought. It seems that in order to obtain a stronger power in the future, I'll have to create an environment if I don't have one!'
'If it were in the past, I would write a poem to retaliate against Mount Liu and stop there. However, today, not only do I have to retaliate, I have to take the initiative to attack! At this moment, the demons and barbarians are heading south and I can't fight against Mount Liu head-on. Besides, Mount Liu is not an ordinary Grand Scholar. In fact, he is even stronger than a peak-stage Grand Scholar. He is someone who is infinitely close to becoming a great Confucian scholar. I'm afraid he can touch the edge of the Saint Dao at any time. Although I'm powerful, I'll definitely be suppressed by Gao Wenwei. Let me think of other means to take the initiative to attack … '
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