Yi Zhishi did not reply. Instead, he picked up the teapot and poured himself a cup of tea. Then, he held the teacup with two fingers and brought it to his lips.
The girl in the distance was mesmerized by Yi Zhishi's elegant actions. However, Fang Yun thought to himself, "I've used that teapot before."
Qing Jun smiled and said, "Mr. Zhishi, you are a knowledgeable person. You must have a unique insight. We all want to get your advice before the competition. After all … I have a bet with Gu Jun. I think Zhang Mingzhou will win, while Gu Jun thinks Fang Xusheng will win. I want to hear your opinion. Let me decide if I should stop the bet before the competition. After all, I can't be like a certain family in Jingguo. I can't go back on my words after losing! "
Everyone in the Chen Sheng Family was embarrassed and angry. However, the head of the family, Chen Mingding, lowered his eyes as if he did not hear Qing Jun's words.
The venue of the competition was quiet. There were millions of people here, but only the sound of the river could be heard.
After a few breaths, Yi Zhishi put down his teacup and raised his head to look at Fang Yun who was on the city wall.
"Fang Xusheng will be the leader of the Four Great Talents."
Yi Zhishi's voice was as gentle as jade. It was very pleasant to listen to. Even though his words were like spring thunder, they were like the spring wind that brushed past everyone's ears.
Everyone in Gyeongo's expression changed. Even Zong Ganyu's eyes flashed with a trace of light.
However, Yi Zhishi continued with his second sentence.
"In this competition, Zhang Mingzhou has a higher chance of winning." After Yi Zhishi finished speaking, he continued to drink his tea.
Everyone was stunned. Some people thought that if the person who spoke was not Yi Zhishi, they would have said that it was bullsh * t. They did not know what he was talking about.
However, many scholars were savoring the words carefully.
Not long after, there were whispers everywhere.
Yan Yukong nodded lightly and said, "As expected of a literary hero. He said that he would not offend anyone, but he offended both of them. He said that it was difficult, but in reality, it was not difficult at all. "
"The key is that these words can be interpreted differently from different angles. For example, in his first sentence, I think he was saying that the selection of the Four Great Talents was wrong, and that Fang Yun should be the head of the Four Great Talents. However, the people of Gyeongo might have thought that Yi Zhishi meant that Fang Yun was Xusheng, which was why he could be one of the Four Great Talents. As for the second sentence, we believed that Yi Zhishi meant that the Lei family, Zong Gyeongo, and the others had used so many methods to attack Fang Yun. Even a person made of iron would be affected. Furthermore, Zhang Longxiang had fixed the topic, so Zhang Longxiang would definitely win. However, to the people of Gyeongo, Yi Zhishi is saying that Zhang Mingzhou has surpassed Fang Yun in terms of poetry, "Li Fanming said.
Yan Yukong shook his head gently and said, "No, I don't think that Mister Zhi Shi meant two things. I think that Mister Zhi Shi didn't try to hide anything. You didn't even try to praise him too much. You were just stating two facts."
"Everyone has their own opinions. However, no matter what, this sentence will have a negative impact on Fang Yun. "
Yan Yukong was stunned and nodded silently.
The focus of this Literary Meeting was the literary competition. No matter what the first sentence meant, Yi Zhishi's second sentence was enough to explain everything.
The people of Gyeongo cheered loudly.
"Zhang Longxiang wins!"
"Zhang Mingzhou wins over Xiangzhou!"
"Grand Tutor Zhang is better!"
The people of Gyeongo were extremely excited. Yi Zhishi's words were like a hammer striking the final nail in the coffin. It was a bigger blow to Fang Yun than the Lei family's mourning.
The people of Jingguo knew that what Yi Zhishi said made sense. However, Zhang Longxiang was now Gyeongo's Grand Tutor. No matter what, they didn't want Zhang Longxiang to win.
Zong Ganyu laughed heartily and said, "The words of the Literary Master speak louder than ten thousand gold! As expected of the number one person below Half-saint. This Literary Meeting is the final word. "
Many people looked at Zong Ganyu with disgust. Zong Ganyu had been praising Yi Zhishi as the number one person and the person with the highest status. It was obvious that he was trying to disgust Fang Yun. After all, Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi were on par.
Emperor Qing was even happier. He said, "Grand Tutor Zhang will definitely win this Literary Meeting! No matter what kind of malicious words someone uses to slander my people, a loser is a loser. I, Gyeongo, will be the final winner! "
Zong Wuyuan was elated. He said loudly, "After the Literary Meeting, I will become Zhang Mingzhou's disciple and learn the way of poetry from him! Gyeongo scholars, this is a great opportunity. Don't miss it. "
The Gyeongo scholars were instantly interested. Becoming the disciple of the Four Great Scholars was a good thing to raise their Literary Name.
Gyeongo's Minister of Appointments, Gu Nanhuai, laughed. "Now, I wonder who will bark at the snow. I wonder who has no skills!"
"Well said, Minister Gu!"
"After the Literary Meeting, let's make fun of Fang Xusheng!"
"How about this? If Fang Xusheng doesn't speak, we'll shout 'Fang Xusheng has no skills.' If Fang Xusheng speaks, we'll shout 'Fang Xusheng barks at the snow!' How about that? "
"Good idea! When the time comes, everyone pay attention. We must shout in unison. Let the world know the prowess of Gyeongo! "
"Gyeongo, long live victory!"
"Gyeongo, long live victory!"
The Gyeongo scholars were in an uproar.
Yi Zhishi was drinking tea.
Fang Yun smiled. He didn't look down, but instead looked into the distance.
Although it was late at night, the full moon and the stars were exceptionally bright. The silver light shone on the water, making the endless Yangtze River look like a silver dragon moving forward. It divided the earth and dominated the world.
Fang Yun took a deep breath. It was as if the world was under his breath.
Then, Fang Yun looked at Lei Zhongmo's portrait and smiled.
It was time to end it.
At this time, Zong Ganyu's words were like spring thunder. He smiled and said, "Zhang Mingzhou, please show yourself. Even the Literary Hero, Yi Zhishi, thinks highly of you. The dust has settled for this Literary Meeting! "
Lei Tingzhen said, "Zhang Mingzhou, Old Man has always admired your Literary Name. If you can win today's Literary Meeting and suppress Fang Yun, you can help me wash away the shame of the Lei family. You can let the sinner who killed the Human Race's Scholar, Literary Name, die! After today, Old Man is willing to go to the Dragon Palace to propose marriage and let you marry the Dragon Princess! "
Everyone was in an uproar. The Dragon Princess should be a human with the bloodline of Dragons. Even if she wasn't a real Dragon, since she was conferred the title of Princess by the Dragon Palace, she would definitely receive countless rewards.
Moreover, the Dragons had a custom. Once the Princess married, they would definitely give her a sea. Everything in the sea would belong to the Princess until she died.
Marrying the Princess was equivalent to getting a few decades of exclusive rights to the sea.
Qing Jun said, "The Imperial Tutor is an empty position. If Zhang Mingzhou doesn't mind, Gyeongo's Four Ministers will let you choose! If you like the military, I will also reserve the position of Gyeongo's Grand Marshal for you! "
Everyone was amazed and envious. Gyeongo was a big country. It was different from Jingguo. Gyeongo's Left Minister, Right Minister, Assistant Minister, and Civil Minister were all great Confucian scholars. The Grand Marshal should also be a great Confucian scholar. Now that they were willing to give up their position for Zhang Longxiang, it could be seen how much Gyeongo desired to suppress Fang Yun.
"Brother Longxiang, please show yourself!" Zong Ganyu smiled and said.
Millions of people began to look around, looking for Zhang Longxiang like they were looking for Yi Zhishi.
"No need to look."
A gentle voice came from the top of Yueyang Tower.
Everyone looked at the person who spoke, Fang Yun.
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