The Gyeongo people silently looked at the excited Jingguo people.
"Don't be discouraged, there's still a chance! Take out Shi Jun's Chinese Valentine's Day poem, you'll definitely be able to suppress everyone! "
"Yes, when Fang Yun's poem comes out, we'll immediately use Shi Jun's poem to suppress him!"
While everyone was celebrating, Feng Yuanjun and Fang Yun were talking about the Luring Dragon Pavilion in the corner of the city tower.
After chatting for a while, Feng Yuanjun whispered, "It's inconvenient for me to say when there are many people. Your poem 'Ode to the Sun' is a bright red rhyme, there's no problem at all. It's just that the last two sentences of the original text are far less imposing than the first two sentences. The last sentence, 'the sun breaks through the clouds and the Divine Land is red', should be the 'Red County' in the 'Records of the Grand Historian'. However, the four words' the sun breaks through the clouds' have a faint momentum of the struggle between emperors, so it makes the Golden Dragon stronger. What does it mean? "
Fang Yun secretly thought that Feng Yuanjun, who was about to become a Hanlin Academy scholar, was indeed extraordinary, but that was a matter of another world. He could only change the topic and said, "We'll talk about this later. I'm just curious about what will happen to the Golden Dragon in the end."
Feng Yuanjun smiled and said, "I'm afraid that even the Saints don't know much about this kind of matter involving the Dragons. In the past, there were also imperial poems, and the dragons that flew out of the poems all went to the Dragon Palace without exception. As for what happened to those dragons, some speculated that they reincarnated into True Dragons, some said that they became treasures, and so on. "
Then, Feng Yuanjun changed the topic and said, "However, everyone who wrote imperial poems will receive special treatment from the Dragons. In the future, when you enter the sea, as long as you say that you're Fang Yun who wrote 'Ode to the Sun', no sea monster will dare to hurt you. Although the Flood Dragon Clan has a close relationship with the Demon Realm, they won't dare to harm you openly. In the future, even if you're captured by the Dragons in battle, as long as you don't kill the True Dragon bloodline, the Dragon Palace will still treat you like an honored guest. "
"I see." Fang Yundao.
Someone next to him said in a low voice, "With the Dragons' special envoy peeling off the skin of the Divine Flood Dragon King to apologize to you, the Demonic Beasts won't dare to target you for the next one or two months. Otherwise, those prideful Dragons will definitely charge into the Demonic Beasts Realm and slaughter them for several days."
"However …" Feng Yuanjun hesitated for a moment before continuing, "Things are different now. Even if we produce imperial poems, we won't be suspected by the royal families of the Ten Nations. Instead, he would be chosen as a son-in-law by the royal family. It's just that none of the people who wrote the poems of the monarchs were conferred as saints. "
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Then a person who can't compose an imperial poem can be conferred as a saint? How many Saints have there been in the world? "
"That's true, we shouldn't bother about these things. Perhaps when you become a Wen Zong, you can go to the River of Dao Comprehension for a few days and break through. "Feng Yuanjun smiled.
At this time, more than twenty soldiers carried the two dragon horns into the tower.
Dragon horns were similar to deer horns, but they were bigger, harder, and thicker. They were light yellow and had a faint halo on them.
The Qing River Flood Dragon King wasn't old, and his two dragon horns were only five feet long. After being placed on a wooden board, ten scholars and veterans slowly carried it in. It seemed to weigh at least 1,500 kilograms.
A deputy general at the side explained, "These dragon horns are not ordinary dragon horns that have been shed. They contain the essence of the Flood Dragon King's Qi and blood. Therefore, they are much heavier than ordinary dragon horns. Congratulations, Deputy Minister Fang. If you become a Grand Scholar, you will have something to sharpen your sword. "
All the Scholars and Grand Scholars present looked at Fang Yun enviously.
There were many ways to sharpen one's sharp tongue. Before forming the sword, one could use a sword poem as the foundation. After forming the sword, one would need external objects to sharpen it. Among them, dragon horns were one of the best divine objects. The dragon horns of the demon king that were directly severed were superior-grade divine objects. They could be used to sharpen the sharp tongue of a Confucian scholar.
Magistrate Dong said, "The Duke of Jianmei's Blood-Dripping Ancient Sword was sharpened by using the dragon horn of a dragon grandson. When one strikes, it's comparable to the sharp tongue of an ordinary Confucian scholar. "
"In terms of quality, these two dragon horns are inferior to the Duke of Jianmei's dragon horns. However, in terms of quantity, they are much better."
"Fang Yun will only become a Grand Scholar next year. Why don't we plant a dragon horn in the ground and water it with dragon's blood? The food grown from it has the effect of strengthening one's body and prolonging one's lifespan. It is said that the genius disciples of the various Sage Clans grew up eating dragon's blood. "
"Who said that Fang Yun will only become a Grand Scholar next year? Maybe he will become one this year."
"If he becomes a Grand Scholar this year, it won't be surprising. However, it will be difficult for him to become a Grand Scholar. After all, there are a few Scholars from the aristocratic clans vying for the Grand Scholar position this year. Fang Yun should avoid them. "
"That makes sense … …"
Everyone chatted as they watched the soldier place the dragon horn in front of Fang Yun.
Fang Yun stretched out his hand to touch the dragon horn. It was very smooth, but there was a slight prickling pain when he touched it. It was as if there was an invisible force repelling him. Fang Yun was relieved. This was the real dragon horn. It was a part of the King of Jiao's body. As long as the King of Jiao was alive, it would naturally repel its greatest enemy.
Fang Yun thought of the King of Jiao's eyes filled with hatred when he was captured by the Dragons Seal and smiled.
The little fox curiously walked to the side of the dragon horn and sniffed it. It suddenly smiled and opened its mouth to reveal a row of small white teeth. It then bit down on the dragon horn.
"Crack … …"
A faint mark appeared on the dragon horn. The little fox's teeth made a strange sound. At the same time, a small white tooth with blood fell out of its mouth.
Nunu looked at the dragon horn in a daze and then looked at Fang Yun. Its eyes were filled with helplessness. It let out a soft cry as if to say, "Hard!"
The little fox looked down at the small white tooth on the ground and then looked up at Fang Yun. Its bright eyes were filled with tears and grievances as if to say, "It hurts!"
Fang Yun hurriedly picked up the little fox and wanted to look at its teeth. Who knew that Nunu would close its mouth tightly and burst into tears. It covered its mouth with its two front paws and cried while burying its head into Fang Yun's chest. It was as if to say, "My teeth are gone! It's disfigured! "
Fang Yun immediately patted the dragon horn like he was coaxing a child. He said while patting it, "Nunu, look, I've taken revenge for you! I'll hit it hard! "
After a while, Nunu raised its head and rubbed its eyes with its little pink paws. It angrily looked at the dragon horn and then waved its little paws like it was hitting the dragon horn. After waving it a few times, it finally vented its anger and jumped down to grab its teeth. It turned its head to look at the dragon horn with eyes filled with hatred.
Nunu suddenly grabbed the dragon horn as fast as lightning and then quickly jumped into Fang Yun's chest. It looked at the dragon horn in a proud manner and happily cried out like it had taken revenge.
Fang Yun didn't know whether to laugh or cry at this silly Nunu. The surrounding people began to laugh.
"Help me bring the dragon horn home." Fang Yun said.
"Yes!"
The soldiers carried the dragon horn away and many people watched the dragon horn leave with envious gazes.
Feng Yuanjun said with a smile, "This dragon horn was just cut off and contains the King of Jiao's blood energy, so it's naturally heavy and hard. After seven days, the blood energy will merge with the dragon horn and it will become lighter and softer. The dragon horn has a wide range of uses. Other than sharpening words and planting dragon blood food, it can also be ground into powder and used as medicine to save lives. It's even better than old ginseng. "
Magistrate Dong said, "Fang Yun, you already have Grand Secretary Li's dragon blood ink stick. It's meaningless to ask for more dragon blood ink sticks. Why don't you let them condense your dragon blood into a few pieces of dragon blood jade? It's very useful. After we become Grand Secretaries, we'll receive the Demon King's blood jade from the imperial court. After we become Grand Secretaries, we'll receive the dragon blood jade. "
As Magistrate Dong spoke, he showed the Demon King's blood jade pendant on his waist. It was a piece of red jade with a diameter of about an inch. There was a strange light flowing on it.
Feng Yuanjun said, "We Grand Secretaries only receive the normal Demon King's blood jade. Only those with the title of 'Cabinet Advisor' can receive the dragon blood jade. You're not only the Half Prime Minister, but you can also be called as an Advisor in a few days."
Everyone laughed kindly. The Four Prime Ministers of the Cabinet were the leaders, while a few high-ranking officials could participate in the Cabinet's discussions. Below them were the 'Cabinet Advisors', who could only listen but not participate in the discussions.
The Jingguo literati laughed happily, while the Gyeongo literati were lifeless.
The Gyeongo literati sadly found that suppressing the Jingguo literati was like playing in the past. Why was it so difficult to suppress Fang Yun?
The Liu family's mourning team had not arrived yet. The biggest crisis, the rain disaster in Jiangzhou, had been swept away. Even the Dragon Palace was indirectly helping Fang Yun. If anyone blamed Fang Yun for the rain disaster, it would be tantamount to helping Fang Yun raise his Literary Name. A Xiucai had written an imperial poem that forced the Dragon King of the Sacred Clan to cut off his horn and peel his skin. What else could Fang Yun do?
A Gyeongo literati whispered, "It's just an imperial poem, not a war poem. There's nothing to brag about. The Demon Clan might not care. If he has the ability to become a High Scholar before the Emperor, the Demon Clan will definitely send all their forces to kill him! "
"Let's wait for their poem meeting. If Fang Yun can't write a good poem, we must teach him a lesson!"
However, more than half of the Gyeongo literati were silent. They were completely afraid and had completely given up on suppressing Jingguo. They just wanted to return to Gyeongo safely and never step foot in Jingguo again!
Fang Yun was too scary!
Only the head disciple of Shi Jun clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, waiting for the last chance.
As the sun set, more and more people came to the city tower.
There was a large area under the city tower with many tables and chairs, which could accommodate hundreds of people. Not far away, there were many temporary stalls on the street, most of which were food and drink stalls. There were many lanterns hanging on the street, which made the area around the south sub-city tower extremely bright.
The news of Fang Yun writing an imperial poem and summoning the Great Sun Golden Dragon to disperse the flood had already spread throughout the city. More and more people came here, which was even more lively than the Dragon Boat Festival.
Many men and women appeared on the street or in the open space, looking up at the city tower, quietly waiting for the Qixi poem meeting's masterpiece.
Yang Yuhuan, Madam Lai, and Madam Pang's families, as well as the surrounding neighbors, all came here.
"This year's Qixi is exceptionally grand. Last year, it wasn't as grand as today's."
Deputy General Lai said, "Of course. Today, Fang Yun's poem is like a soaring dragon. The government is especially promoting it and decorating it with lanterns and decorations to congratulate Fang Yun and also to celebrate the flood."
A young girl boldly said, "I heard that if there's a famous poem in the Qixi Literature Meeting that can brighten up the stars, then everyone here will be able to find someone they like! Fang Maocai is so powerful, he can definitely do it. "
"Silly girl. If you say that Fang Maocai wrote a Qixi poem in Mingzhou, we would believe it. But to be able to attract the stars of the Qixi Literature Meeting, he needs to have a poem that can protect the country. There are Qixi poems every year, but the only one that can protect the country is the untitled poem 'Distant stars of the Qixi Literature Meeting, bright rivers of Han women'. The last line, 'Between the clear waters, no words can be spoken' is the finishing touch. It has been sung for hundreds of years before it can protect the country. On the day of the poem's completion, it did not attract the stars of the Qixi Literature Meeting. "Deputy General Lai laughed.
"That … is not impossible." Fang Daniu who was at the side was not convinced.
Scholar Pang smiled and said, "Daniu, you shouldn't blindly praise Fang Yun! We hope more than you that Fang Yun's poem can protect the country. You can't speak nonsense. "
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