Fang Daniu's voice was too loud, causing the surrounding people to look over. Everyone guessed that it might be Fang Yun's family members eavesdropping.
However, there were some who did not hear it and thought that Fang Daniu was bragging. They curled their lips and eavesdropped as well.
Deputy General Lai laughed and said, "I heard that you like my family's Xiao Ying. If your family's Young Master can write the Seventh Festival poem, I will betroth her to you."
Lady Lai's maid, Xiao Ying, immediately blushed and retreated, not daring to face anyone.
The surrounding people laughed while Fang Daniu's face also turned red. He lowered his head and did not dare to speak.
Yang Yuhuan was like a matriarch as she happily said, "Then I will agree on behalf of Daniu! As long as Xiao Ying agrees, when my family's Little Yun writes the Seventh Festival poem, the two of them will be engaged! Lord Lai, when the time comes, you must not go back on your words. "
"Of course! However, everything depends on Fang Maocai. The key is whether or not he can fulfill the wish! When the time comes and Daniu is unable to marry Xiao Ying, don't blame me! "Deputy General Lai laughed.
"Definitely!" Fang Daniu suddenly said loudly.
Everyone laughed while Xiao Ying covered her face with her hands and hid behind Lady Lai. She was shy but also happy.
Yang Yuhuan smiled as she looked at the city walls filled with lanterns.
The Seventh Festival was to meet the Cowherd Star and Vega Star. The people in the tower left and came to the wide city walls. Jade Sea City's city walls were built by Half-saint to defend against demons and tsunamis. It was more than 30 meters thick and was more than enough to hold a banquet.
Everyone ate and chatted as they waited for the right time to hold the Seventh Festival.
Because the rain in Jiang Prefecture had been resolved, Magistrate Dong expanded the scope of the banquet this year. In the past, he only invited famous people but this year, he invited many young scholars. Meng children, scholars, scholars and young scholars were all invited. There were 30 tables of banquet on the city walls.
Many soldiers stood by the city walls with complete flood dragon skin and dragon scales under their feet.
After everyone finished eating, Magistrate Dong ordered the people to remove the plates and replaced them with tea. Then he slowly stood up.
The people on the city wall immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at Magistrate Dong.
Many people who had participated in the Chinese Valentine's Day Cultural Gathering smiled. If there were no accidents, the opening speech of such a big Japanese gathering would be the most famous poem to thank or commemorate the ancestors.
"Distant Altair Star, Bright Clear River, Han Woman.
She lifted her slender hand.
All day long, she was unable to compose herself, her tears falling like rain.
The river is clear and shallow, how much is the difference?
Filled with water, no words can be spoken. "
Magistrate Dong spoke with a thunderous voice and even borrowed the power of his official seal to exhaust the Divine Temple's talent energy. He recited a famous Qixi ancient poem from the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. His voice was sonorous and powerful, and his cadence was rhythmic. He narrated the sorrow and sorrow of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated by the Milky Way.
The power of the Spring Thunder spread in all directions. With the help of the official seal, everyone in the city could clearly hear this ancient poem. Everyone was infected by the grief of the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd being unable to meet again. This was especially true for women whose husbands were away all year round. Some were hugging their children, while others were secretly wiping their tears.
Even the young boys and girls were moved. They were worried that they would end up like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the future.
After reciting the poem, Magistrate Dong said, "Just a few hours ago, the rain locked the city and covered the entire province. It lasted for more than half a month. This evil Flood Dragon is the son of the Flood Dragon Saint. His demonic power reaches the heavens and he colludes with the scum of the human race. They took advantage of the Chinese Valentine's Day Cultural Gathering to slander the number one scholar of the human race, Fang Yun. They vainly tried to suppress the Literary Name of Jingguo and tried to destroy the courage of the Jingguo! "
Magistrate Dong paused and looked at everyone. He purposely looked at the people of Gyeongo.
Some of the people of Gyeongo were ashamed and angry. They could not stand being accused of colluding with the Flood Dragon King.
Magistrate Dong took a deep breath and continued, "However, the heavens bless the human race! The heavens bless the Jingguo! The heavens bless Jade Sea! My Jingguo scholar, Fang Yun, as a scholar, endured the slander of Gyeongo and the evil Flood Dragon and wrote the 《Ode to the Sun》 in anger. He summoned the Great Sun Golden Dragon and swept away the dark clouds in the sky. He returned my Jiang Province a bright and clear world. He broke the horn of the Flood Dragon King and peeled off his skin. He strengthened the might of my country! He raised the soul of my race! "
Many soldiers immediately raised the Flood Dragon's skin and some even raised the dragon's scales.
The entire Jade Sea City was filled with thunderous cheers.
Many people who did not want to participate in the Chinese Valentine's Day Cultural Gathering rushed to the South Vice City.
At this time, no one cared if Fang Yun had provoked the Flood Dragon King. Fang Yun had obtained first place in the Dragon Boat Cultural Gathering and suppressed the scholar of Gyeongo. He had already become the soul of Jade Sea City and the backbone of Jiang Province. Now, he had actually accomplished a feat that none of the officials of Jiang Province could do.
Below the city walls, there were people shouting "Fang Yun" at the start, but soon, more and more people began shouting in unison.
"Fang Yun! Fang Yun! Fang Yun! "
Tens of thousands of people were shouting loudly, especially those who had relatives outside. They were afraid that their relatives would be affected by the disaster and were incomparably grateful to Fang Yun.
Fang Daniu, Deputy General Lai and the others could not help but shout, not only to thank Fang Yun, but also to vent the pressure of the past few days of rain.
The city had the power of the Saint Temple to disperse the rain. Above was a clear sky, but the days of being surrounded by dark clouds and rain were even more worrying. Everyone felt as if they were trapped in a water prison, afraid that the power of the Saint Temple would disappear and the city would be flooded.
Fang Yun had saved the city, saved Jiang Province!
At this moment, the people of Jade Sea City truly treated Fang Yun as a leader like Li Wenying.
Yang Yuhuan did not shout along, only looking at the city walls, tears unknowingly streaming down her face.
At this moment, Magistrate Dong walked to the city walls and made an inviting gesture.
Fang Yun stood up and walked to the city walls, cupping his fists towards the people below.
The cheers became even more fervent, mixed with the screams and shouts of many people.
"Fang Yun, long live victory! The heavens bless the human race! "
"The number one talent under the heavens, Jingguo's Fang Banxiang!"
"Only then will he suppress Gyeongo, his name will spread throughout the world!"
Fang Yun cupped his fists once more, and then had no choice but to leave. These people were too enthusiastic, and there were more and more of them.
After returning to his seat, Fang Yun looked at Magistrate Dong and nodded to express his thanks. Magistrate Dong had used his official seal to let the entire city hear about it, which was to spread the news of Fang Yun's achievements and to make him famous. This could be said to be the greatest kindness.
The people of Gyeongo either lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, or their faces were as green as moss. They thought that the Flood Dragon King had risked being skinned alive for more than half a month. In the end, not only was he skinned alive, but he also became Fang Yun's stepping stone. Luckily, it was only the Flood Dragon King. If the Flood Dragon King had accidentally fallen into the hands of Fang Yun, then it would not just be the magistrate's voice spreading throughout the city. Even if one's ears were stuffed with cotton, they would still be able to hear the voice of Half-saint praising Fang Yun. All the water demons in the Yangtze River would be too ashamed to face anyone.
One of the Gyeongo people whispered, "Why don't … why don't we leave?"
"I have a bad feeling about this!" A High Scholar covered his swollen face and said.
"This Fang Yun … is a little strange. The great scholar helped him chase away the mourning of the Liu family, and the special envoy of the Dragons helped him to skin the Flood Dragon King. What if he writes another unprecedented Chinese Valentine's Day poem? We … will wake up in the future when we shout Fang Yun's name in our dreams. "One of them said dejectedly.
Shi Jun's disciple lowered his voice and said angrily, "Where is your courage? Where is your vow to give up everything for Gyeongo? "
One of them whispered, "Mencius said, 'To hold Mount Tai and surpass the North Sea'." Then, he was too embarrassed to continue.
Another person added, "I can't."
Shi Jun's disciple was so angry that his lungs almost exploded. He shouted in a low voice, "Shut up! When he can't come up with a good Chinese Valentine's Day poem, we must teach him a lesson! "
"What if he does?" One of them whispered.
Shi Jun's disciple opened his mouth, but no words came out. In the end, he snorted and drank his tea. Then, he looked coldly at the people of Jingguo.
Because this Qixi Poetry Festival was exceptionally grand, the Qixi Poetry Festival was divided into several stages. Starting from the children, the scholars, the scholars, and the scholars presented their Qixi Poetry Festival one by one. Magistrate Dong then recited the best Qixi Poetry Festival.
Magistrate Dong finished reciting the High Scholar's poem very quickly. However, the people outside the city could not hear him and continued to discuss.
"Why isn't the Elementary Scholar's poem written by Fang Yun? Fang Yun's Chinese Valentine's Day poem is not as good as others? "
"How is that possible? Don't tell me Fang Yun is not going to write a Chinese Valentine's Day poem today? "
"That's strange. The Chinese Valentine's Day poem gathering has not ended yet. Let's wait a little longer."
Deputy General Lai smiled and said to Fang Daniu, "Your young master's poem has not appeared yet. Have you given up?"
Fang Daniu said guiltily, "The poem gathering has not ended yet. Let's wait and see!"
"Then let's wait a little longer." Deputy General Lai smiled.
At this moment, Magistrate Dong's voice echoed throughout the South Deputy City, "Gyeongo's Poem Lord wants to present a poem to our country. Now, let's invite Lord Shi's first disciple to recite a poem."
After Magistrate Dong finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Yun and looked at Lord Shi's first disciple with a smile on his face. He said, "Please."
Many Jingguo people looked at Lord Shi's first disciple. Everyone knew that Magistrate Dong purposely asked Lord Shi's first disciple to recite a poem to protect Fang Yun. If Lord Shi's poem talent was good enough, then Fang Yun would not be allowed to write a poem. If Lord Shi's poem talent was not good enough, then Fang Yun would be allowed to write a poem. Although poems and poems could not be suppressed, Literary Name's suppression was inevitable.
Lord Shi's first disciple did not fall for it and sneered, "Why? Is Fang Yun scared? Is he afraid that the Chinese Valentine's Day poem is too bad? If Fang Yun does not write a poem, then I will not write a poem! Don't treat me like a three-year-old child. "
Magistrate Dong looked at Fang Yun helplessly.
Fang Yun nodded his head and said, "Then I'll embarrass myself and write a Chinese Valentine's Day poem. I would like to seek advice from the head disciple of Shi Jun."
After that, Fang Yun walked to the table with a brush and ink.
Magistrate Dong and others looked at Fang Yun questioningly. They wanted to know how confident he was, but Fang Yun looked at the table without blinking.
Nuu jumped on the table first and held the inkstone with her paws and slowly ground the ink.
Magistrate Dong held the official seal in his hand and formed a strange power to cover Fang Yun's table. So when Fang Yun wrote, everyone could see the rise of talent on the paper.
After Nuu ground the ink, Fang Yun dipped the brush in the ink and wrote on it. The beginning was the three words "Immortal at the Magpie Bridge".
The city wall was silent. Many people even held their breath and waited for Fang Yun's poem. All the Jingguo people's hearts were in their throats. They were afraid that Fang Yun's poem was not good enough.
Fang Yun continued to write and Magistrate Dong read.
"The delicate clouds are skillful, the flying stars transmit hatred, the silver river secretly crosses the river."
When the whole sentence came out, the orange talent burst out from the paper and was a foot high. It shocked the people around.
The talent could be out of the county with a foot high. Just a whole sentence was only a foot high, and the talent was like an explosion. No one had ever seen it before!
Could it be …
Countless people thought of Fang Yun's other nickname. The Jingguo people were excited. Feng Yuanjun whispered, "The scene of the clouds changing, because of the flying stars transmitting hatred, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl quietly crossed the river. The choice of words is wonderful." However, his expression was very nervous because the beginning was good but the other parts were not.
"Hmph, the first sentence is ordinary." Lord Shi's first disciple relaxed a little.
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