Not long after, Zeng Yuan sent Ji Mengxian's "Denunciation of Fang Yun".
Fang Yun read it carefully.
"Since Confucius wrote the Spring and Autumn Annals, it talks about human relations, monarch and minister, father and son, superior and inferior, and the order is as unalterable as a crown. Fang Yun of Gyeongo is despicable, despicable, and despicable … "
The text was playful and angry, scolding Fang Yun badly. Although some of the evidence was based on groundless accusations, the literary talent was remarkable. Anyone who saw it would be moved. Denunciations were originally full of provocation. Emotions came first, literary talent came second, and facts came third.
When Fang Yun read the denunciation, he frowned at first, then became angry. After that, he calmed down and smiled at the end. After reading it, he immediately sent a letter to Zeng Yuan.
"As expected of Gyeongo's top scholar. This person has the ability of a prime minister and the talent of a civil minister!"
Zeng Yuan asked curiously, "Why are you speaking for the enemy?"
"This person has the talent of a minister but no virtue. Pity. "Fang Yun sent another letter.
"You are indeed the Fang Zhenguo that appears once in a thousand years. Others use denunciations to denounce you, but you praise and pity."
"If it was that kind of crappy denunciation, I would have reprimanded it and covered my nose. Although this text has some flaws, it is a rare piece of fine literature. Brother Zeng, please help me tell Ji Mengxian that I am willing to exchange Mingzhou's poems for the original manuscript. "
"Haha, even when Chen Lin wrote the" Denunciation of Cao Cao ", the great scholar Cao Gong did not have such breadth of mind."
"Scholars despise each other but also value each other. This person's talent is both real and fake. If he knows his mistakes and can correct them, it would be great. I see that although this person is playful and angry in the text, he does not belittle or attack my contributions. This is also salvageable. Come, if there are any denunciations against me, send me any that are on the literary list. Today, I want to read to my heart's content! Cutting through thistles and thorns is tempering, traveling thousands of miles is tempering, and facing thousands of people's denunciations is also tempering! "Fang Yun's scholarly spirit emerged.
"You really want all the texts?"
"There's no point in reading those slanderous poems. Reading their literature dirties my eyes. I want to read something that has literary talent and is interesting, "Fang Yundao said.
"Good! Please wait a moment. "
After that, Zeng Yuan continued to send all kinds of criticism and even attacks on Fang Yun.
Fang Yun read with his head lowered. Sometimes, he would be indifferent, sometimes he would sneer, sometimes he would exclaim that it was interesting, and sometimes he would praise the wonderful writing. However, he would often be so angry that his eyes would widen, and he would even close some of the letters. But in the end, they would open it and finish reading it.
Fang Yun read the letters one by one. Starting from the 51st letter, he had been smiling and occasionally praised it.
From then on, all the slander and curses were like floating clouds, and could no longer anger Fang Yun.
By the time he finished reading the thousand poems, it was already past midnight. The sky in the east was already starting to brighten. Fang Yun felt that his waist was a little sore, so he stood up and walked around lightly.
With a smile on his face, Fang Yun took a few steps forward. He heard a strange crisp sound coming from his literary palace. It was like rocks hitting each other, steady and powerful. In an instant, it spread across a thousand miles.
Within a thousand miles, everyone with literary courage was startled awake.
The examiner in the State Literature Institute's marking room suddenly raised his head. The beggar Imperial Uncle Zhao Jingkong, who was not marking the papers, suddenly looked at Fang Yun. The noodles on his beard trembled slightly and fell to the ground.
Governor Ge put away his brush and smiled, "Good! This person's literary courage is not only at the second realm, it's as firm as a stubborn rock, but also at the level of a stubborn rock's voice. Our Jingguo has another person who has the potential to become a fearless person. The next step is the stubborn rock giving birth to jade, and the last step is the completion of the second realm of literary courage. Even Duke Jian Mei has not reached the third realm of literary courage. "
"We are really lucky. The stubborn rock's voice only travels a thousand miles. Unless you are in a place like Notre-Dame or the capital of a country, you might not even see it once in a few years. This time, the stubborn rock's voice has spread throughout Jiang Prefecture. Many scholars at the High Scholar level and above are probably laughing. "
"That's natural. His literary courage has a voice, and my literary courage resonates. This has increased our chances of breaking through."
"However, I wonder which Hanlin Academy or university scholar has achieved literary courage. If I knew, I would definitely congratulate him."
"We will thank him together when the results are released tomorrow."
"Alright."
The examiners continued marking the papers.
The joy in Zhao Jingkong's eyes dissipated and was replaced by confusion. With a slight movement of his finger, the finger-long noodles on the ground flew into the air and stuck to his beard again.
"Huff huff …" In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jingkong was back in his armchair, snoring with his head tilted to the side. The brush in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter. The brush rolled and left ink marks of different shades on the ground.
The sun had yet to rise, but the barking of dogs in Great Origin City broke the silence.
On the pleasure boats on the banks of the Great Origin River, scholars and courtesans were reluctant to part. In the red-light district, scholars and prostitutes were seriously calculating the cost of prostitution. At the entrance of River Gazing Inn, hungover scholars boarded their carriages in a daze. In the simple and crude inns, students of humble backgrounds carried their books and left in groups.
Some of the doors of Jade Sea City quietly opened. The old masters, young masters, madams, and young misses of the prestigious clans sat in their carriages and palanquins. The young students walked briskly with their friends. Some pretty daughters of humble families, dressed in festive clothes, looked on with anticipation.
They were all walking towards the same place, the State Academy of Arts.
People crowed earlier than roosters.
The entrance of the State Academy of Arts became abnormally lively. The yamen runners yawned and invited everyone to put away their tents, blankets, and carriages.
The flow of people was like water, slowly gathering towards the State Academy of Arts.
A group of carriages stopped outside the north gate of Great Origin City. Then, a green flood dragon carriage left the group. Under the protection of four other carriages, it entered the city and drove towards the Fang Clan.
Thousands of miles away, in the imperial palace of the capital, a woman sat in front of a bronze mirror on a dressing table, gently stroking her face.
This woman was petite and dainty. She wore white undergarments, and her slender waist seemed to be able to be grasped with one hand. The skin of the person in the mirror was like snow and jade. Time had not left any traces on her face.
However, the majesty in her eyes suppressed the sun.
On the dressing table, there were many exquisite boxes and porcelain bottles, which contained the most precious beauty products of Saint Origin World.
There was powder ground from a flood dragon pearl, rouge made from fragrant deer blood, moon peonies from the Demon Realm … On the far right side, there was a neat stack of manuscripts.
Beautiful small characters were listed on the papers. The handwriting was delicate and strict. One could vaguely see that it was written by a quiet woman under the candlelight.
A light breeze blew, and the papers scattered. Lines of poetry appeared on each of the papers.
"… If two people love each other for a long time, why should they be together day and night?"
"… Turning red pavilions, low and beautiful households, under the moonlight, sleepless …"
"… People outside the walls. The beauties within the walls laugh. Their laughter gradually dies away … "
Every year on the fifth day of the ninth month, at the entrance of the State Wen Academy, it was more festive than a festival.
Everyone tacitly made way for the incoming scholars. The dark blue scholar robes were the most eye-catching tokens.
Looking around, near the entrance of the State Wen Academy, there was a large group of dark blue robes.
The backs of these blue robes carried the gazes of countless people.
The scholars of the various prefectures of the Jiang State Wen Academy gathered together, complimenting and humbling each other.
The place where the scholars of the Gu Prefecture gathered was the most lively.
"Brother Chen's' Poetry Reading Notes' from last night has already become famous in the Grand Yuan Prefecture. Unfortunately, if you wrote it after the results were released today, it would definitely enter the rankings. It would compete with the scholars of various countries! In it, you praised Fang Yun and ridiculed Gyeongo scholars. Every word is a gem. "
"You flatter me."
"Your 'Poetry Reading Notes' is the real work of a gentleman. Not only did you praise Fang Yun, but you also pointed out his flaws. If Fang Yun saw it, he would definitely thank you."
"I don't ask for his thanks. I only ask that he can continue to lead the scholars of Jingguo and not fall before the people of Gyeongo and Wu Guo."
"I hope so."
A red sun broke through the clouds, and the warm sunlight shone on the earth. It dispelled the chill of the night.
The main entrance of the State Wen Academy opened with a bang.
The square of the Wen Academy was dark and silent.
The Grand Scholar Zhao Jingkong was in the lead, followed by the Notre-Dame Inspector, the Jingguo Academy Superintendent, and the Governor of Ge Province. Behind them were many officials.
The scholars were full of anticipation. However, the people of the Grand Yuan Prefecture in the distance were stunned. What kind of power allowed a beggar to walk among the officials? And there were noodles hanging from his beard!
Many girls covered their mouths and giggled.
The scholars did not laugh. Instead, they looked at Zhao Jingkong in confusion and pity.
Zhao Jingkong glanced at the crowd with a dazed look. Then, he slowly moved to the side and said slowly, "The Imperial Examination will be supervised by the Sage. We will do our best to assist the Sage. After a day, the results are finally out. Governor of Ge Province, please announce the High Scholar List in Jiang Province. "
A few of the examiners rolled their eyes. Zhao Jing Kong had been sleeping the entire time. Other than the top ten positions, which he had to write, he didn't write anything else. Even the second to tenth positions were decided by the other examiners.
The Governor of Ge Province coughed softly. He was about to speak when he suddenly froze and looked up at the sky in front of him.
All the officials at the entrance looked at the sky in front of them with confusion and surprise in their eyes.
Only Zhao Jingkong's eyes were still filled with confusion.
Everyone on the Wen Academy Street turned their heads to look at the sky behind them.
They saw a carriage with a green tent pulled by eighteen flood horses appear in the sky. The flood horses walked in the air elegantly, and the wheels of the carriage turned slowly as if they were on the ground.
"Flood Horses Flying Carriage! The Great Scholar is here! "Someone could not help but shout. The crowd was filled with exclamations.
"The curtain of the carriage is a Green Jade Flood Dragon Tent. It should be the Prime Minister!"
"Really?"
Everyone was extremely excited. The Prime Minister held a high position in the hearts of the people of Jingguo. Even if Jiang Province produced Li Wenying and Fang Yun, the Prime Minister's position in the hearts of the people of Jiang Province was still irreplaceable.
In the hearts of the people of Jingguo, the King could be changed, but the Prime Minister should never be changed.
The Flood Horses Flying Carriage flew to the center of the Wen Academy Square. The people below the carriage scattered, and the impenetrable crowd suddenly opened up a large space for the carriage to land.
"Neighhh …"
The eighteen flood horses neighed in unison, and the flying carriage slowly descended.
An old man in a loose purple robe opened the curtain and walked out. His long white hair was draped behind his back, and his face was covered with fine wrinkles. His nose was high, and his eyes were gentle like water. His entire body seemed to be covered by a layer of faint white light.
It was as if everyone's troubles would disappear just by looking at him.
The Prime Minister, Kang Ha-chuan.
"Greetings, Prime Minister!" Governor Ge bowed.
"Greetings, Prime Minister!" Tens of thousands of people crowded the Wen Academy Street bowed together, and many people bumped into each other.
Kang Ha-chuan smiled kindly and said, "No need to be so polite. Today, I am only accompanying Fang Yun to see the results."
A blue-robed scholar walked out of the carriage and stood beside Kang Ha-chuan.
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