Ci Jun looked at the three feet nine inches of talent in the poem and smiled helplessly. "There are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. Fang Zhenguo, Fang Zhenguo, this nickname is really convincing. These two poems will definitely become famous in the country soon. "
"Hmph, I want to see how they will suppress Fang Yun!" The old Scholar Kong sneered.
Fang Yun became the only focus of attention in the Sishui Courtyard after the two poems became famous.
Some people recited the two poems in a low voice, some discussed and praised the two poems in a low voice, and some explored the artistic conception of the story.
There were also a few people who observed Fang Yun and Gong Yangxun as if they were investigating a case. They suspected that these two Jingguo people had joined hands to create this incident to promote the Literary Name.
Most people believed that Gong Yangxun was using this opportunity to make things difficult for Fang Yun. Even Ci Jun did not dare to help others compose a poem. If it was not done well, it would be a scandal.
Liu Zizhi immediately smiled and said, "Fang Zhenguo deserves his reputation! With the help of this poem, I did not lose face for Jingguo people. Thank you Fang Zhenguo for lending a helping hand. Zizhi is very grateful! There are many Jingguo people who came this time. I don't know if you can help them one by one. Brother Wu, you are a great talent in Jingdu. Don't tell me that you are jealous of Fang Yun's reputation and do not want Fang Yun to help you? "
A person walked over with a smile and said, "Zizhi, why are you talking about me like this? Do I look like someone who is jealous of others' talents? Fang Maocai, if I ask you for help, will you help me? "
Fang Yun smiled and looked at High Scholar Wu. He asked, "Are you from the Wu family, one of the Eight Great Families of Jingguo?"
"My surname is Wu and my name is Xing. I am from the Wu family." Wu Xing said.
Fang Yun turned his head and said, "Brother Fan Ming, help me remember. One is from the Gongyang family, one is from the Liu family, and one is from the Wu family. I will help these three families write poems. When I go to the capital in the future, I have to ask for some money."
The atmosphere in the Sishui Courtyard became more solemn. Many people had angry looks on their faces. The trio's request for poems was too much. Today's Poetry Meet could continue, but after the Poetry Meet ended, Fang Yun would definitely settle the score!
Li Fanming immediately said, "I've already noted it down! When you're done with the wedding money, I'll do the same! "
Zu Yuanhe said, "In a few days, I will go and beg my uncles and brothers to ask the friends of the Gong Yang family for wedding money in the Notre-Dame."
Gong Yangxun's eyes flashed, but he quickly regained his composure.
A person sitting behind the single table said, "I haven't had a literary duel in Notre-Dame for a long time. Tomorrow I'll find a literary friend of the Gong Yang family to exchange pointers."
Gong Yangxun's expression finally changed.
Sishui Courtyard was in an uproar. That was a member of a secondary saint family. He was the nephew of the current head of the Zeng family. Zeng Zi and the Zeng family's inheritances were "Self-Discipline" and "Shendu".
Shendu meant that even if one was alone and unsupervised, one had to scrupulously abide by one's beliefs and actions. In the Mid-Autumn Festival Meet, one had to be even more cautious and respectful. It was impossible to speak arrogantly. However, Gong Yangxun had forced such a member of the Zeng family to say that he wanted a literary duel. That was almost to the extent of being condemned by everyone.
At this moment, Liu Zizhi was calmer than Gong Yangxun. His gaze carried a decisiveness that no one else had.
That Wu Xing looked at Gong Yangxun with difficulty. Gong Yangxun narrowed his eyes. A hint of fierceness flashed through his eyes.
Wu Xing sighed softly. He reached into the cardboard box and took out a piece of paper. On it were two words: Chang 'e.
Wu Xing said guiltily, "Hou Yi shooting down the sun and Chang 'e rushing to the moon are ancient myths. It's a pity that I can't think of a good poem at the moment. I hope Fang Maocai can help me. "
Fang Yun looked at Wu Xing and nodded his head. He said, "'Looking at the Distant Moon' should be written as' Rising Moon ',' Passing Mountain Moon 'should be written as' Moon in the Middle of the Sky '. For the third poem, write a scene of the setting moon called 'Sighing of Chang' e ', to fill the night with the bright moon! "
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he picked up the brush and began to write.
The candlelight on the screen of mica was deep, the long river gradually fell, and the morning star sank.
Chang 'e regretted stealing the elixir, the blue sea and blue sky were lonely every night.
When the great poet Li Shangyin's famous poem came out, Cai Qi once again surged three feet, the Mid-Autumn Festival Three Poems Together.
"Rustle …" The branches of the ancient trees swayed again and the leaves fell incessantly.
Just like before, Lord Ci used his tongue to recite the poem. When everyone heard the first two sentences, they knew that he was writing about the night scene. The candlelight fell on the screen of mica, getting darker and darker. The galaxy and stars in the sky began to fall together, and the bright moon was no exception.
After hearing the last two sentences, everyone praised in their hearts. This poem was about Chang 'e regretting stealing Hou Yi's elixir for immortality. In the end, only the blue sea and blue sky accompanied her heart.
"One man's love for the moon for a night, this trip was not in vain!" Lord Ci praised with a smile, his heart full of joy.
The number one love poem in the Tang Dynasty was none other than Li Shangyin. When this poem was finished, most people were still immersed in Chang 'e's regret, but many people had already seen Fang Yun's intention hidden in this poem.
Fang Yun was determined to let Gongyang Xun, Liu Zizhi, and the others who harmed him be like Chang 'e, regret for life!
Someone whispered, and after a moment, it spread throughout the whole place. Everyone heard the hidden meaning in this poem, and they all looked at Fang Yun to seek confirmation.
Fang Yun put down the brush and looked around, like a crane in a flock of chickens. Finally, he looked at Liu Zizhi and Gongyang Xun.
"Who else!"
Fang Yun's voice was clear and loud, like the sound of war drums and bugles, grand and imposing. After these three words, it was as if there were thousands of soldiers and horses standing behind them. Gongyang Xun and Liu Zizhi were actually frightened and did not dare to look at Fang Yun.
No one responded.
That Grand Secretary Kong suddenly snorted and said, "The moon is bright and clear, such a despicable person is really a disgrace to the refined culture! Get out! "
He waved his big sleeve, and a gust of wind surged out like a wave. Liu Zizhi, Gongyang Xun, and more than ten people were all blown out, landing heavily outside the door. They were incomparably embarrassed.
Everyone exclaimed in a low voice. No matter how bad this Gongyang Xun was, he was still the eldest son of the Half-saint family. In the whole world, only the people of the Kong family had such courage to tell him to get out.
Gongyang Xun's face was ashen. He sighed and turned to leave.
Liu Zizhi looked back at Fang Yun, and then lowered his head. His hands were tightly clenched into fists, and he hurriedly left.
"The poem will continue," Grand Secretary Kong said.
However, no one went forward to write another poem. Some were discussing the three poems, some were discussing the battle between Jingguo and Gyeongo, some were mocking Gongyang Xun for being muddle-headed, but there were still people who were trying to find out the deeper meaning behind Gongyang Xun's actions.
Fang Yun put away the original manuscripts of the three poems, and returned to the long table.
The dozen or so people at the table were very excited. They were discussing Fang Yun's three poems intensely.
Fang Yun secretly thought about the Gongyang family's attitude. Li Fanming sighed in a low voice, "Alas, this Gongyang family is really muddle-headed. At this moment, they should be protecting themselves like the Ji family. How could they be so muddle-headed?"
"Protecting themselves?" Fang Yun's heart skipped a beat. Then, he suddenly realized that if the Gongyang family really wanted to be his enemy, after the "Three Character Classic" appeared on the front page of the "Holy Road", the head of the Gongyang family would not personally send a letter to invite him to the Gongyang family's literary gathering. Moreover, there was no need to make things difficult for him at a place like the Mid-Autumn Festival Poetry Gathering. He would definitely mobilize all of his forces to deal with him in Jingguo.
"So that's how it is. Eggs cannot be placed in the same basket. There should be a dispute within the Gongyang family. The Gongyang family originally had a good relationship with Gyeongo's School of Miscellany and the Left Minister. However, after the "Three Character Classic" appeared on the front page of the "Holy Road", the status of Jingguo greatly increased. On the contrary, the power of Gyeongo's School of Miscellany weakened, and there were different voices within the Gongyang family. Therefore, the head of the Gongyang family first befriended me and did not stop Gongyang Xun from making things difficult for me. In the end, no matter who wins or loses, the Gongyang family can punish one side and protect the other side. "
Fang Yun understood the gist of it.
"This is the tragedy of the declining Half-saint family. However, this Gongyang Xun was not unjustly driven away. I'm afraid that he represents the Gongyang family's power to oppose me. He probably knew that I had a conflict with Fierce Prince and believed that I would lose, so he hurried to take action before the Holy Ground. This means that the Gongyang family actually supports the Gyeongo's School of Miscellany. In the future, when Gyeongo annexes Jingguo, they can smoothly integrate into the Gyeongo family. "
While Fang Yun was thinking, he suddenly felt that the surroundings were quiet. Then, the whole Sishui Courtyard became quiet, and everyone in sight was looking at him and his side.
Fang Yun turned his head in confusion and saw that Master Ci was looking at him with a smile. He hurriedly stood up.
"I was lost in thought. I didn't realize that you were here, please forgive me. "Fang Yun hurriedly cupped his hands and bowed. The other party was one of the four great scholars of this generation. He was also a scholar, and his attitude towards him was not bad, so he could not neglect him.
Master Ci smiled and joked, "Are you thinking about the Scholar Wen Bao and the fake Dragon Ball?"
Everyone laughed.
Fang Yun blinked his eyes and asked, "Didn't you say that helping others doesn't count? Am I really qualified to win the prize? "
Ci Jun immediately pointed at Fang Yun. He turned around and said to Grand Secretary Kong and the others with a smile, "Look at Fang Maocai. He has taken advantage of the situation and is still pretending to be innocent. My lords, tell me, if Fang Yun does not win the first prize in this literary competition, who would dare to? Come, who wants to stand up, I'll let Fang Yun write three poems for you, and write tomorrow's sunrise and sunset! "
Many people laughed again.
Master Kong smiled, "Three poems in a row, this is unheard of. If anyone dares to snatch the prize, Old Man will chase him out! "
Master Ci continued, "Fang Yun, I'm worried. You are going to the Holy Ground tomorrow, and any of these three poems will be able to compete for the prize in the Holy Ground Mid-Autumn Cultural Meet. If you write one today, what will you do tomorrow?"
"We'll talk about tomorrow's matter tomorrow. There will only be a tomorrow after today." Fang Yun said.
"You are quite open-minded. Today's Mid-Autumn Cultural Meet has opened my eyes. I originally did not want to participate in tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Cultural Meet, but now I have changed my mind. I must go! I will send a letter to the other three and ask them to attend this rare event. Fang Zhenguo, if your poem tomorrow is not as good as today's, don't blame the four of us for undermining you! "Master Ci laughed.
Without waiting for Fang Yun to speak, everyone became excited.
"Really? The Four Great Scholars will gather tomorrow? Master Ci, don't lie to us! "
"Other than the year when the Four Great Scholars were chosen, the Four Great Scholars have never gathered. Then we will go and wait today, in case we are too far away and do not have a good seat!"
"Fang Yun, your three poems have summoned the Four Great Scholars. It's really worth it!"
"Fang Mingzhou, why don't you write another poem and make it four, matching the Four Great Scholars!"
"That's right! Quickly write, or we won't let you leave the Sishui Courtyard! "
Everyone began to jeer.
Fang Yun smiled, "I have to write a poem for the Holy Ground Cultural Meet no matter what. Tomorrow's poem will be the fourth, using the names of the Four Great Scholars. How about that?"
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