As a result, there was a spectacular scene of the entire human race writing poems. The number of poems that appeared on the list soared. Many people were not satisfied with just one poem, so they continued to write.
Soon, some scholars in Jingguo discovered that there were Gyeongo scholars who were secretly causing trouble.
Some of the scholars of the Kingdom of Qing deliberately praised Fang Yun to the heavens. They were just short of mentioning Fang Yun by name, saying that his strength was superior to that of the saints.
Some Gyeongo scholars deliberately commented on the inferior poems of those who were not even scholars. They mocked those who praised Fang Yun. How ridiculous was that?
Not long after, some people in Jingguo passed on the news to the higher-ups of Jingguo.
Li Wenying was hosting the literary event. When he received the news, he glanced at the seats of Gyeongo scholars. He realized that the scholars and scholars were fine, but the low-ranking scholars were already mocking Fang Yun and Jingguo scholars.
Li Wenying hosted the literary event as usual. During the break, he changed the topic and said with a smile, "This literary event covers the ten countries under the heavens. It is inevitable that there will be good and bad people in the human world. So, everyone present will be the big wave and wash away the sand. Next, I will choose some strange poems from the list. If you choose the most strange one, I will give a hundred taels of silver to sponsor him to go back to school. "
Many people thought that this was interesting, so they asked Li Wenying to quickly read out the strange poems for everyone's amusement.
Li Wenying coughed lightly and said, "I was distracted by the list just now and saw a poem that made me want to laugh. I will read it for everyone. Please listen … "
"Fang Yun is really good. He is as tall as a mountain. I want to eat the holy apricot, I will be hanged immediately!"
Li Wenying deliberately did not say the last word clearly. He used the Jiangzhou dialect to read it, but the scholars present immediately knew that the original word was "cock" with the word corpse.
The scene was silent at first, then roared with laughter.
Some of the scholars who were drinking tea could not control themselves and spat out a mouthful of tea. In the hall, the sound of puffing could be heard.
"What a talent!" The group of scholars laughed and scolded.
A military scholar scolded in a low voice, "Even if this person eats ten thousand Sheng Apricots, he won't turn into a crane. He will only turn into a strand of hair!"
While Li Wenying was reciting the poem, many scholars began to look for all kinds of strange poems.
After everyone finished laughing, Li Wenying continued, "Next, I will recite the second poem. Please listen … "
"When Fang Yun roars, everyone follows. When Fang Yun ignores you, you're just a ball!"
Many scholars slapped the table and laughed, rocking back and forth with laughter.
This ball and that hook were completely connected. Hearing such a grand scholar recite such a poem at such an elegant literary gathering, it formed a huge contrast and made people laugh uncontrollably.
In fact, in private or small-scale literary gatherings, there were many vulgar jokes or poems. Everyone would just laugh it off, and no one would shout or kill. Now that there was such a joke at the literary gathering, everyone just laughed along.
Li Wenying shook his head and didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I have learned something today. My Saint Origin World is really full of talents. However, since it is a poem composed by the entire nation, their talents are limited. It is already commendable that they are willing to participate. Everyone, please don't be too harsh on them. They are not proficient in their learning, so we shouldn't make a big fuss out of it. Alright, I will choose another strange poem … "
Many people thought that this was one of the fixed programs of the Saint Almond Literary Gathering this time. However, only an extremely small number of people understood that when Li Wenying said this, he had stopped some people from using this opportunity to ridicule and attack Fang Yun. Otherwise, they would be making a mountain out of a molehill and using this as a pretext to make a fuss. Moreover, those who laughed because of these poems were cleverly brought into Li Wenying's camp. Everyone laughed because they felt that it was harmless. If anyone used these strange poems to attack Fang Yun, it would be equivalent to criticizing the person who laughed.
Many scholars of Jing Kingdom gradually found out about this matter and they all admired Li Wenying. Li Wenying reciting such a vulgar poem in public could be recorded by people with ulterior motives or even by historians. It would become a small stain on his reputation.
However, Li Wenying didn't care.
Li Wenying resolved the potential crisis, and the gathering continued.
Suddenly, Grand Scholar Zong Xueyan stood up and cupped his fists towards all directions. Then, he said with a thunderous voice, "Saint Almond was formed because of Fang Xusheng. It is only right that this gathering focus on reciting Fang Xusheng. However, I found that everyone has entered a misunderstanding. Reciting Fang Yun, why must it be praised? As long as it is a neutral evaluation, it is considered positive. Fang Xusheng himself also said, 'If there is something wrong, change it, and if there is nothing wrong, strengthen it'. It can be seen that Fang Xusheng is willing to accept criticism. Therefore, I implore everyone not to blindly praise Fang Xusheng. Once you praise him too much, it will become a death sentence. Appropriately pointing out some of Fang Xusheng's shortcomings is also for his own good. If he can correct them, he will definitely improve, and it will be a blessing for the human race! "
After Zong Xueyan finished speaking, he casually sat down.
The gathering quieted down. A few scholars mocked Zong Xueyan impolitely, but they didn't use their words. After all, Zong Xueyan's words stood on the moral high ground, and he wasn't wrong.
Many people who defended Fang Yun didn't immediately speak. Firstly, they wanted to avoid being caught red-handed. Secondly, they wanted to act according to the situation. They wanted to see what the Zong family or Gyeongo wanted to do.
At this time, a young Grand Scholar from Gyeongo said with a thunderous voice, "Lord Jian Mei, please give us an answer. Is this gathering only allowed to praise Fang Xusheng, or are we allowed to give a fair evaluation? If you say that this gathering only allows to praise Fang Xusheng, then I won't stay here. "
Many people looked at the young Grand Scholar. This person was actually last year's Gyeongo Champion, Feng Mo.
Li Wenying's gaze was cold as he slowly said, "Young Grand Scholar, if on your father's birthday, I give him a coffin, saying that everyone will die one day and a coffin must be used, what will you do? This Sacred Apricot Literary Gathering arose because of the distribution of apricots. Most of the apricots were distributed to the human scholars free of charge by Fang Yun. Such a generous person, such a benevolent and righteous person, just by writing a poem at home, you people can run to the top of the Fang family's walls and make irresponsible remarks. It's like reading the Analects of Confucius to scold Kong Sheng and using your talent to scold Zhong Ni. You have no upbringing, no upbringing! This Sacred Apricot Literary Gathering was originally Fang Yun's literary gathering. He didn't forbid Gyeongo people from joining because we are all humans. Instead, he gave you a reason to criticize us? I, Li Wenying, will say right here, since you don't want to stay, get out of the Sacred Apricot Literary Gathering. I, Li Wenying, don't welcome you! I'll give you a hundred breaths to walk out of here. After a hundred breaths, I, Li Wenying, will kill all the uninvited guests! "
Hualala …
Countless Jingguo scholars stood up and stared at the Gyeongo Champion, Feng Mo.
A strong fighting spirit rose in the air above the Literary Courtyard. This was a sign that the Jingguo scholars were united.
In the Literary Courtyard of Yueyang Pavilion, Li Wenying was the master of this place. He controlled the power of the Holy Temple. If he wanted to kill someone, even if all Gyeongo people worked together, they wouldn't be able to stop him.
Many Gyeongo people's faces were ashen. Some Gyeongo people also stood up and stared angrily at Li Wenying and the Jingguo people.
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