In the beginning, the students were not convinced. However, when they heard that Fang Yun had been recommended to the Holy Way by Grand Scholar Li, the dissatisfaction in their stomachs immediately turned into admiration. The younger students, in particular, felt a faint sense of worship.
In the Saint Origin World, the Holy Path was the highest standard for poetry and literature. There would be debates about those poems, but very few people would question their qualifications. This was because only Grand Secretaries had the right to recommend them, and then they would be eliminated by the power of all the Holy Palaces. It would not be changed by anyone's will, not even a Half-Saint. In the end, the people of the Holy Institute would decide when and what position they should take.
Fang Zhongyong looked at Fang Yun enviously, but soon he felt awkward. After thinking about it carefully, he suddenly realized that the way he looked at Fang Yun was the way other people used to look at him, a prodigy.
Fang Li was speechless when he saw his son's expression. He had worked so hard to fight for his son's honor, but in the end, his son had betrayed him!
Fang Li was even more unhappy. It would be fine if someone else got the position, but it was stolen by someone with the same surname. Then, his son would not be the first in the Great Source Manor.
Fang Li was about to speak when Wang Yuanjun said, "It's not two, it's three."
"Where did the third one come from?"
"Fang Yun is a Saint Scholar." Although the Academy of Literature had released the list, it did not mention the Saint Scholar, so very few people knew about it.
The whole place was in an uproar.
In the past hundred years, Jingguo had only produced two Saint Scholars, and Fang Yun was the third.
Fang Li suddenly shut his mouth, not daring to say a word. He knew that if he dared to continue provoking Fang Yun, he would become the second Shopkeeper Zhen.
Everyone was discussing excitedly, and many people proposed toasts to Fang Yun. Fortunately, the alcohol content was very low, so there was no harm in drinking more.
After everyone finished discussing, County Magistrate Cai said to Wang Yuanjun, "Fang Yun's' Spring Dawn 'is the finale of this event. We will discuss it later. Fang Yun, did you write half a poem before writing' Spring Dawn '?"
Fang Yun saw County Magistrate Cai take out a crumpled piece of paper and said, "I did, but that poem is suspected of discussing the state affairs, so I didn't finish it."
"If you write good poems and essays in the literary academy, those with high literary positions will be able to sense it. Although you've only written half of this poem, it still inspires your talent and may be able to reach the palace. You are now a scholar and have a scholarly title. It is your duty to discuss politics. Can you continue to write this poem? Otherwise, it would be a pity. "
The expressions of the people in the room became even more interesting. Many Elementary Scholars would never be able to write a poem out of the county, but Fang Yun was not only able to easily write a poem, he was even willing to not write one?
Fang Zhongyong immediately felt ashamed. He had only written a poem that left the county, yet he was already so proud. He was far from Fang Yun.
Fang Yundao: "Last year, when I was discussing the war with my classmate and good friend Lu Lin, I was filled with grief and indignation. I always wanted to say something for the fallen soldiers, but unfortunately, my words carried little weight, so I didn't dare to say much. Since I already have a literary position, I will finish writing this poem. "
The poem "Sui Mu" criticized the officials of the imperial court for their inaction. Fang Yun could not write a poem without a scholarly title. Now that he had a scholarly title, it would be easier to write a poem like this to increase his Literary Name.
Literary Position, Official Position, Literary Name, they were all very important.
There were already people in the literary gathering who had prepared everything. Fang Yun stood up and took the wrinkled paper. He walked to the side of the table and began to grind the ink.
Fang Yun muttered to himself for a moment, then began to write a five-word poem, "Sui Mu".
"Sui Mu is a guest far away, but still uses troops at the border;"
"Smoke and dust invade the snowy mountains, the drums and horns shake the city of Jiang."
"Blood flows between heaven and earth, but who in the imperial court volunteers to fight?"
"When it's time, I dare to love to death, when it's lonely, my heart is fearful."
After Fang Yun finished writing, he read it again. The entire hall was silent. Some people sighed, some were silent, and some were scared witless.
As Fang Yun was writing the poem, he vaguely understood the intentions of County Magistrate Cai.
"Sui Mu" was suspected of attacking Left Prime Minister Mount Liu.
The thousand-year truce between Kong Sheng and the barbarians had long lost its effect. Now, the barbarians were ready to make a move.
Last winter, the barbarians attacked the south. According to the convention, Jingguo should have sent troops to attack the enemy. However, Left Prime Minister Mount Liu used all kinds of excuses to oppose the start of the war. They lost the best opportunity to start the war, which allowed the barbarians to win. Jingguo lost a Grand Scholar, two Hanlin scholars, four Jinshi, and 20,000 soldiers. Hundreds of thousands of border people were taken away.
In the end, not only did Mount Liu not admit his guilt, but he also said that the casualties would have been greater if the war had started earlier.
After the war, the officials were furious and demanded to attack the barbarians. However, Mount Liu only supported peace and not war. He demoted many officials who supported the war and sent people to negotiate peace with the barbarians. In the end, he ceded three prefectures and compensated them with ten million taels of silver and a large amount of cloth and minerals.
Jingguo's vitality was greatly damaged.
Later, there was a rumor that because the king of Jingguo was only three years old and the empress dowager was his assistant, if the war was won, the empress dowager's prestige would be greatly increased. This would be extremely disadvantageous for Mount Liu who wanted to be the Prime Minister. Therefore, Mount Liu delayed the war by saying that there was not enough food. Later, he played tricks.
Although Fang Yun did not have deep feelings for Jingguo, he was extremely disgusted with Mount Liu's behavior of sacrificing hundreds of thousands of soldiers and soldiers and even ceding land for peace.
In addition, Fang Yun originally hated Liu Zicheng. Since he could disgust the Liu family, he was duty-bound to write this poem.
After Fang Yun finished writing, he said loudly, "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world! We scholars should talk about the battlefield and fight bloody battles. How can we be afraid of war? "
Everyone immediately widened their eyes. Not only did Fang Yun write a good poem, but his words were also very pertinent and novel. Those eight words were very weighty and could make people ponder over them repeatedly.
County Magistrate Cai slapped the table and said loudly, "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world! With your words, I did not give you the double armor in vain! Cheers to 'Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!' Cheers to Fang Yun, who is not afraid of war! "
County Magistrate Cai raised his wine cup. Although everyone was afraid of Mount Liu's power, they were still hot-blooded. They all agreed and raised their cups to Fang Yun.
Especially those young scholar scholars. They were very excited and almost treated Fang Yun as a hero.
Fang Li looked ashamed and gave up the idea of making things difficult for Fang Yun. He also completely understood that just based on the eight words, "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world", he would never be able to compare to Fang Yun.
Wang Yuanjun nodded and said, "I did not think that the abandoned poem would have such an inside story. County Magistrate, please check if this poem is accurate. If it is, I will report to Grand Secretary Li about what happened at the Literary Conference so that this poem can be included in the Holy Road."
"Good!"
Fang Yun passed the piece of paper to County Magistrate Cai. County Magistrate Cai placed his official seal on top of the poem and saw two and a half feet of orange Qi rush up.
One foot out of the county, two feet in the prefecture, three feet in Mingzhou.
"It is indeed accurate. If the Holy Road can be publicized, it will definitely be in Mingzhou! He is really the best scholar in Ji County! "High Scholar Su said with a smile.
"The so-called Holy Road is to educate the people, to be loyal, filial and benevolent, and to defend against foreign enemies. This poem is in line with the Holy Road and will definitely be included in the Holy Road!" County Magistrate Cai made the final decision.
After that, Wang Yuanjun recited "Spring Dawn" and explained the beauty of the poem. Everyone praised it.
Those who were younger were not deeply moved by "Spring Dawn," while those who were slightly older were silent after hearing it, constantly thinking about that sentence.
How many flowers fall.
At this point, everyone was sincerely convinced by Fang Yun.
County Magistrate Liu said, "Fang Yun wrote another poem for County Magistrate Cai today. It was heard by Constable Lu. This poem is also very wonderful. Fang Yun, why don't you write this poem at the Literary Conference and formally present it to County Magistrate Cai? "
County Magistrate Cai said, "It's just a poem. Don't waste everyone's time. It's fine if you don't write it."
Wang Yuanjun smiled and said, "That won't do. I'm very curious about this poem. I must see it."
Fang Yun knew that County Magistrate Cai was being modest. Hence, he said, "Then I'll show you my incompetence."
As Fang Yun said that, he walked to the side of the table again. He picked up the brush and wrote the poem, "Gift to Cai He". He recited it as he wrote.
Beside the Cai family's inkstone,
Blooming flowers with faint ink marks;
Don't want people to praise their good colors,
Only leave behind a clear air that fills the universe!
When Fang Yun finished reciting, High Scholar Su said in surprise, "This Fang Yun is really a genius. The first two lines of the poem are ordinary, but the last two lines are strange and poetic. The entire poem's artistic conception is extraordinary. The County Magistrate has always been noble and pragmatic. He has never wasted money for vanity. A clear air flower with a righteous person complements each other perfectly! Good poem! There's no need for an official's seal. It's at least a County Magistrate's poem! "
"High Scholar Su is too kind. I'm just doing my job." County Magistrate Cai said humbly, without a trace of arrogance.
"Only someone with a clear air that fills the universe can write such a poem. Only someone with a clear air that fills the universe can receive this poem as a gift." Wang Yuanjun said as she looked at Fang Yun. Her gaze was different.
Fang Yun didn't understand at first. After thinking for a while, he realized that Wang Yuanjun also wanted to receive such a good poem.
Many people were like Wang Yuanjun and looked at Fang Yun with a burning gaze.
They all knew that it would be difficult for them to write a poem that would leave their name in history. But if they could write a poem that would leave their name in history, they wouldn't exchange it for a hundred thousand taels of silver.
County Magistrate Cai saw that the atmosphere wasn't right and immediately changed the topic to continue discussing the poem. This saved Fang Yun from his desperate situation.
At 9 pm, the gathering ended. High Scholar Su, who was in his fifties, invited Fang Yun to ride his horse carriage and send him home.
High Scholar Su took good care of himself. At first glance, he looked to be in his early forties. He was an eighth ranked County Magistrate in Ji County, which was equivalent to the County Magistrate's assistant. Out of his three sons, two of them were Elementary Scholars and were studying abroad.
The Su family had been a prominent family for three generations and held the position of Ji County's number one family.
Fang Yun thought that High Scholar Su would discuss the poem with him. Who would have thought that after sitting in the horse carriage, High Scholar Su would ask, "Young master Fang, are you married?"
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. So High Scholar Su wanted him to be his son-in-law.
"I am not married yet, but I have already decided to take Sister Yu Huan as my wife."
High Scholar Su said nonchalantly, "Although Yang Yuhuan's beauty is unparalleled in Jiang Zhou, she is just a daughter-in-law. You taking her as your concubine is already her great fortune. You are now the Double Armor Case Leader and the Saint's Scholar. You should marry a well-educated woman of equal status as your wife. "
Fang Yun said seriously, "I don't covet her beauty. We have been together for many years and depended on each other for survival. If not for her, I would not be where I am today! I, Fang Yun, swear that the position of my wife will only belong to Sister Yu Huan! If Sister Yu Huan becomes my concubine, wouldn't I, Fang Yun, become a beast? "
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