Everyone thought that Gong Yangxun and Fang Yun were both from Jingguo, and that they were either joking, or deliberately promoting each other's Literary Name. However, when they saw Fang Yun's expression, they were all confused.
Fang Yun looked at Gong Yangxun with a confused expression.
Everyone then realized that Gong Yangxun did not discuss this with Fang Yun, but suddenly spoke. It seemed that he had other intentions.
Many people thought of Fang Yun's experience in Jingguo, and understood that it was very likely that Gong Yangxun was targeting Fang Yun. However, using such an indirect method, it did not seem like he wanted to kill Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's pretense of confusion dissipated, and then he said with a smile, "Brother Gong Yangxun, you must be joking. You are a disciple of the Half-saint family. Why would you need my help? People make mistakes, and horses stumble. Even if Brother Gong Yangxun occasionally makes mistakes, it is not a big deal. However, you cannot represent Jingguo, and neither can I. "
Gong Yangxun said casually, "You are too serious. I am just asking for help. Perhaps I will draw a topic that I have prepared beforehand, and you will not need to do anything. "
Many people present had ugly expressions, especially the Grand Scholar who had written a poem.
Fang Yun's title was a compliment in private, but if it was used at a literary event like this, it would make others even more jealous and hostile towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled and looked at Gong Yangxun. After a few minutes, the Sishui Courtyard was completely silent.
"Well, since Brother Gong Yangxun is also from Jingguo, and you are also a member of the Half-saint family of Jingguo, and you are working for the human race, I, Fang Yun, would be heartless and unrighteous if I do not help you. I will help! Even if I can't write a poem, I will stand there for a quarter of an hour and let everyone see me, Fang Yun, lose face. I will help! However, this is only between you and me, and it has nothing to do with Jingguo! "
Fang Yun's voice was powerful, and countless people praised him in their hearts.
The Hanlin Academy and the Grand Scholar secretly sighed that Fang Yun was really a genius. If the two of them continued to argue, Jingguo would lose face before they could write a poem. Fang Yun decisively chose to help, and he did not hesitate to blame Gong Yangxun for being heartless and unrighteous. However, he would not do so. He could lose face himself, but he could not lose face in front of outsiders. Jingguo.
"The style of a famous scholar." The Grand Scholar of the Kong Family couldn't help but sigh, feeling quite regretful.
Gong Yangxun's expression did not change, and his face was still full of smiles. He reached into the cardboard box and took out a note. Then, he sighed helplessly, "Qingsi. Sigh, I did not prepare, I did not prepare, I, Seems, I, I really need your help.
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Li Fanming hurriedly instructed in a low voice, "Leave the best Mid-Autumn Festival poem for the Holy Ruins Literary Meet tomorrow! Use it when you enter the Holy Ground, don't be provoked by them! "
Fang Yun nodded and continued to walk forward.
"Won't shirk? Okay, but there is no classic, where did it come from? "a Grand Scholar asked.
Ci Jun pondered for a moment and said with a smile, "It should be Fang Yun's words. His words and poems have always been novel. "
The rest of the Grand Scholars had also read the classics of the saints, and it was their first time hearing this idiom, so they were certain that it was Fang Yun who said it.
"There is a book called 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'." Fang Yun thought about the source of the book and walked to Gong Yangxun.
Gong Yangxun immediately took the initiative to grind the ink for Fang Yun and said with a smile, "Thank you for your help, I will not shirk my duty if you need my help in the future!"
Fang Yun picked up the brush and said, "Brother Gong Yangxun, you're being too polite. A few days ago, I was admiring the moon in Jade Ocean City. I happened to hear a sentence, but I didn't know how to continue it. Today, seeing the elites of the Ten Nations gathered here, and being far away from home, I thought of the next sentence. "
As Fang Yun spoke, he picked up the brush and wrote.
The bright moon shines above the sea. The world shares this moment.
This was the Confucius Academy, and as soon as these two sentences were out, orange colored talent seeped out of the paper. Two feet. With just these two sentences, his talent had already surpassed that of anyone in the Confucius Academy.
Master Ci immediately stood up and said with his tongue, "The bright moon shines above the sea, the world shares this moment."
When everyone heard Master Ci's words, these two sentences immediately appeared in their minds clearly. Master Ci's voice was like a brush and ink, writing these two sentences in their minds.
That Grand Scholar said, "This sentence can be passed down through the ages."
"This' birth 'is not' rise ', it has the concept of nurturing and birth, wonderful!"
"The sentence 'the world shares this moment' speaks of everyone's yearning for reunion on the Mid-Autumn Festival."
Many of the High Scholars' eyes dimmed, most of them were unable to reunite with their families on this Mid-Autumn Festival.
Then, Fang Yun finished writing the remaining six sentences of the Tang Dynasty's Prime Minister Zhang Jiuling.
"Qing!"
"Resentful of the distant night, unexpectedly lovesick at dusk."
"Extinguished candles full of pity, wearing clothes to feel the dew."
"Unable to bear the gifts, still dreaming of the best time."
Finally, Fang Yun wrote at the top, "looking at the distant moon."
Only three feet and a half.
"Poem out of Mingzhou, after circulating for a long time, it has the possibility of stabilizing the country!" someone whispered.
Li Fanming praised, "Good poem!" The first two sentences are half scenery and half emotion, combining the scene into one. The last few sentences are like a story, describing the action of missing one's family, as if it is right in front of one's eyes. "
Some people were still immersed in this poem. This poem used the scene of the rising moon as a guide, transcribed as "Qing."
"Vexed that the night is too long, heart lovesick." Clearly wanted to extinguish the candles and sleep, but seeing the bright moon, could not help but put on clothes to go out and admire the moon. In the end, because it was too long, it was wet by the dew. Wanting to give the moonlight to the person far away, but unable to do so, in the end could only sleep, placing the hope of meeting in a dream.
"Fang Yun must have missed him yesterday."
"Qing" then wanted to write this poem. Without real experience, it is impossible to write such a detailed and memorable poem. "
A scholar said with a smile, "As expected of Fang Yun. Even if it was a temporary idea, he could still create a poem out of Mingzhou, comparable to a poet."
But Ci Jun said with a smile, "'The bright moon above the sea' has a strong momentum, but the mood is beautiful. 'The ends of the earth share this moment' is one sentence that describes the whole world. He is far inferior. "
Many people did not pay attention to Ci Jun's words, but a few people remembered it in their hearts. Ci Jun and Shi Jun were originally good friends, but now he was obviously very dissatisfied with Shi Jun. He only said "he" and did not even mention his name. Everyone knew that Shi Jun and Fang Yun had a feud because of the death of their disciple. It seemed that Ci Jun was on Fang Yun's side.
Suddenly someone shouted, "The trees are alive! The leaves are falling! "
Everyone looked up and saw hundreds of branches of ancient trees moving without wind, making a rustling sound. Then the leaves fell, dancing like butterflies under the bright moon.
Everyone could feel the joy of the ancient trees. This feeling was very strange and ridiculous, but it was real.
Some people reached out and took a few leaves from the ancient trees. The ancient trees of the Confucius Academy were evergreen all year round, and their leaves would not fall even in the wind and rain. Only poems could make them forget about everything and wilt. Because of this, Mister Tree's leaves were the most popular souvenirs in the city of Kong.
After a few children asked their elders, they immediately ran under the trees and opened their arms in the sky full of fallen leaves, cheering happily.
The leaves of the ancient trees were a great honor in the city of Kong, especially for those who had studied in the Confucius Academy. They looked at Fang Yun with envy. After the leaves fell, Fang Yun's name would definitely be left on the stone wall that recorded the fallen leaves of the ancient trees.
At the same time, there were people shouting all over the Confucius Academy.
"Mister Tree has fallen! Mister Tree has fallen! "
"Quickly go to the Sishui Courtyard and pick up Mister Tree's leaves!"
Liu Zizhi suddenly strode over and said, "Fang Yun, if I can't come up with a poem, are you willing to help me?"
Fang Yun stared at Liu Zizhi and said, "The Liu family is a family of martyrs. Liu Zicheng is open and aboveboard, and Liu Xiang has even shed his blood for the sake of the human race. How can I not help when the barbarians are dead?"
Fang Yun's tone did not have the slightest bit of resentment, but the "facts" he described inexplicably gave rise to a strong sense of resentment.
"The shame of Jingguo, the great thief of the human race!" A High Scholar could not help but curse the Left Minister.
Many people lamented. As the role model of the nation, Fang Yun was almost killed by the family of the Left Minister of Jingguo. It had long been published in the Wen Pao, and everyone in the Ten Nations knew about it.
Liu Zizhi's expression did not change. He reached out and took out a piece of paper from the cardboard box. Finally, there was a slight change in his expression. He said reluctantly, "Unfortunately, there is the word 'frontier fortress' on the paper. I have never been to the Northern Frontier, so I can't write a poem.
Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun, and his heart was full of resentment. He did not believe that Fang Yun could come up with a good poem again in such a short time.
Fang Yun picked up the brush and said, "Why not? Then I'll write a poem, 'The Moon of Guan Shanyue Sends Willow Mountain to the Generals and Soldiers', to praise Prime Minister Liu's great achievements! "As he spoke, Fang Yun wrote a famous poem by the immortal poet Li Bai, 'The Moon of Guan Shanyue'.
The bright moon rises above the Heavenly Mountain, in the vast sea of clouds.
The wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, across the Jade Gate.
Fang Yun wrote a sentence, and the Master of Ci said a sentence with a thunderous voice. When Fang Yun finished the first four sentences, thousands of people could not help but stand up, and the sound of tables and chairs could be heard.
"This … is too magnificent! His mind is like that of a saint! "
"Pondering over it again and again, it's picturesque. No, it's realistic. The moon rises above the Heavenly Mountain, in the sea of clouds, and the wind blows. It's as if it's right in front of your eyes!"
"This poem and this scene are too magnificent! The previous poem, 'The Bright Moon Rises Above the Sea', had a strong momentum, but the scenery was beautiful. The first four sentences of this poem have a majestic momentum, but the scenery is magnificent. The former is like a great scholar composing a poem by the sea, while the latter is like a great general admiring the moon from beyond the Great Wall. Amazing! "
A disciple of an aristocratic family said excitedly, "We came at the right time! We came at the right time! We came at the right time … "
"Mister Tree is moving again!"
The rustling of the ancient tree continued, and the leaves fell one after another.
Fang Yun lowered his head and finished writing the rest of the ancient poem.
Under the Han Dynasty, Bai ascended the Dao, peeking at Qing Hu Bay.
From where I came to fight, no one was left.
The garrison looked to the side, and thought about it with a bitter face.
In the night, the tall building sighed but did not rest.
When the poem was finished, his talent exceeded three feet, and he was almost four feet tall.
"It's the Zhenguo of Mingzhou again!"
"Humph, if it weren't for the Left Prime Minister of Jingguo's interference last year, how could 'no one be left'? Fang Yun wrote it well! I really want to smash this poem on that evil man's face! "
"Alas, the last four sentences are sincerely for the soldiers. Under the moon at the border, they miss their loved ones at home. On the same night, their wives also sighed day and night at home."
Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun as if he was looking at a ghost. Fang Yun had clearly drawn the paper on the spot, but not only did he write a frontier fortress poem, not only did he use the moon as the theme, not only did he include the Left Prime Minister, but he also wrote it so well and so quickly. Who could compare with such a talent? Who could suppress him?
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