"Ghosts have feelings too." Yan Yukong was the first to finish reading and handed over the last page.
Everyone finished reading one after another. Many of them were still immersed in the love story between Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen.
In the Saint Origin World, novelists were not valued. Even if there were novels, they were mainly about education. Although the previous "Romance of the Western Chamber" and "Legend of the White Snake" were also about education, they were mainly about stories. That was why they were so popular and sold so well.
"The story of 'A Chinese Ghost Story' is not inferior to 'Romance of the Western Chamber' and 'Legend of the White Snake'. Fang Yun has the ability to revive the novelists," Jia Jingan said.
Manager Tang suddenly said, "Since the matter of Demon General Turtle has been lifted, why don't you write a 'Legend of the White Snake Queen' to record the true story of the scholar and the white snake and pass it down to future generations?"
Fang Yundao said, "Alright, I will write a sequel and publish it together with the 'Legend of the White Snake'."
Fang Yun returned to his room and wrote a two-thousand-word 'Legend of the White Snake Queen' for Manager Tang. Manager Tang took the three manuscripts and left quickly. He said that it would be published in all parts of the country at the same time tomorrow!
Fang Yun knew that the Xuanting Bookstore could do it, but he did not care about the publishing time.
In the evening, Fang Yun and his friends went to the Wangjiang Restaurant to participate in the celebration banquet.
Everyone thought that Fang Yun would write a good poem during the banquet, but Fang Yun said that it was only a celebration and an apology, so they could only give up.
The Wangjiang Restaurant was a famous restaurant in the Great Yuan Prefecture. Many literati had left their names here. Today, because Fang Yun had booked the entire restaurant, all the literati with status in the Great Yuan Prefecture came to congratulate him.
Someone spread the news that Fang Yun was holding a banquet in the Wangjiang Restaurant, which attracted a large number of literati in the Great Yuan Prefecture. The number of people in the Wangjiang Restaurant increased, and the entire Wangjiang Restaurant unknowingly turned into a literary gathering.
Fang Yun decided to keep a low profile today. First, he announced that he would not be composing any poems today. Then, he said that the prizes for today's event would be set by him. There would be two rounds of competition, Elementary Scholar and High Scholar. The first place of each competition would receive a piece of his couplet, the second place would receive a thousand taels of silver, and the third place would receive five hundred taels of silver.
The things in Fang Yun's Yin River Shell were divided into two extremes. They were either all kinds of extremely precious items, such as the Scholar's Literature Treasure, mysterious stones, and so on, or all kinds of ordinary utensils. Now, there was really no way to come up with a suitable prize, so he could only offer a thousand taels of silver.
To Fang Yun, this item was not worth much. But to an ordinary Elementary Scholar, a thousand taels of silver was a huge sum of money. Not to mention, it was Fang Yun's handwritten couplet.
In Jiang District. Especially in the Dayuan Prefecture and Jade Sea Prefecture, many superstitious old people regarded Fang Yun as a literary star who had descended to the mortal world. There were already thousands of people who set up a memorial tablet for Fang Yun, praying to Fang Yun in the morning and evening. They prayed that their children and grandchildren would be blessed by Fang Yun and become High Scholars.
One spread to ten, and ten spread to a hundred. More and more Elementary Scholars and High Scholars came to Wangjiang Tower. In the end, there were too many people in Wangjiang Tower. Those scholars who had finished writing their poems could only leave and wait outside for the final results.
Late at night, the top three Elementary Scholars and High Scholars were determined.
"Fang Wenhou, please present your couplet!" Magistrate Sun, who was hosting the event, finished speaking. Fang Yun walked down from the second floor. The people who were crowding the stairs all stood to the side to make way for him. The people below also opened up a path to the center of the main hall.
The main hall was filled with Elementary Scholars and High Scholars. Many people outside the door craned their necks to look in. The people closest to the door could not help but jump up and look.
Fang Yun came to the back of the table in the middle. He cupped his hands to the people around him. The brush, ink, and paper had already been prepared. The paper used for the couplet was also divided into three types: long, medium, and short. Fang Yun could choose any one of them.
Fang Yun raised the brush and looked around. He said, "Everyone has seen what has happened in the past few days. Those who are here must be here to support me. Those who want me to give up on the exam are probably not thick-skinned enough to come here. "
Everyone chuckled.
"While I was playing the trick of injuring myself, everyone knew what was happening outside. It was a good training for me. Thank you to those who attacked me. Because you have made me stronger and more courageous! "
Everyone praised him.
"I have been filled with emotions these past few days. There are many things I want to say. But since there are too many, I will not say anything. I will write a couplet to express my gratitude to everyone!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he raised the brush and wrote two couplets.
Cold knows pine and cypress, adversity reveals a true friend.
Distance tests a horse's strength, time reveals a person's heart.
This couplet was not a couplet, but the meaning contained in it was incomparably real. Everyone sighed softly after reading it. Indeed, the matter of the Holy Pen's comments this time revealed a true friend in adversity, and time reveals a person's heart.
These words were not very profound, but as long as they were true, it was enough.
Many older people carefully pondered these words and felt that they were more and more reasonable. Especially the first sentence, which simplified Kong Sheng's words.
Fang Yun wrote again, one for the champion of the Xiucai Exam and the other for the champion of the High Scholar Exam. Then everyone cheered loudly.
Late at night, the celebration banquet ended. The scholars reluctantly left. Many of them exchanged their name tattoos. Fang Yun received a pile of name tattoos near the River Shell. It was half a person tall.
With the name tattoos, one could send urgent messages to their owners. They could also use these tattoos to visit their friends. It was one of the main ways to broaden one's network.
On the way home, Fang Yun received a letter from Chen Xi.
"The Duke of Kang's family sent a letter asking why Guan Changyu was imprisoned. I have already reported it to Governor Lu. Governor Lu said that nobles are not allowed to interfere in politics. If the Duke dares to do this again, he will certainly submit a memorial to censure him. "
Fang Yun sat in the carriage and thought deeply.
The Kang King had many children, but only two princes had high status. The others had almost no power.
One was the Kang King's heir, born of the Kang King's previous wife. He was the Kang King's legal heir, but his mother had already passed away.
The other was the Duke of Kang King's new wife, who was born of the Kang King's new wife. The Duke of Kang King was the grandson of the current Kang King's family. His status was prominent. He was not as simple as a nobleman; at the same time, he was also a learned High Scholar.
Fang Yun did not expect the Duke of Kang King to be so shrewd. With his status, he could have sent a letter asking for Guan Changyu's release, but he only asked. In reality, this was no different from asking for Guan Changyu's release, but he could avoid the censure of the Overwatch Council's censors. Lu Hongyi's reaction was a bit extreme. He should not have said it so directly.
Chen Xi sent a letter. Clearly, he was worried about the Duke of Kang King's power and asked if he should let Guan Changyu go.
Fang Yun replied, "I won't let him go until he's been locked up for a month!"
Not long after, Cai He sent a letter.
"An old friend sent me a letter. He hopes that I can persuade you to let Guan Changyu go and give the Duke of Kang King some face. What do you think? "
"He wants face, but I, Fang Yun, don't want it? Daring to steal my Prolonging Fruit, this is the price! Unless Guan Changyu's elders personally come to apologize, there is no room for negotiation! "Fang Yun's reply was not polite at all.
Cai He looked at Fang Yun's reply and sighed softly.
The Prime Minister, Kang Ha-chuan, sat cross-legged by the river. His eyes were tightly closed. His beard and eyebrows were white, and his silver-white hair flowed down his back. He did not look like an ordinary person.
"He refused?" Kang Ha-chuan asked with his eyes closed.
"Yes. Ah, it's just a small matter. Why would he fall out with the grandson of the head of the Lian family? "
"So he will go further than you in the future! If he was still a scholar or a scholar, would he dare to do this? "
"At that time, he wouldn't dare to provoke such a person."
"If he doesn't change when he becomes a scholar, he won't have a chance in the future. Good. This child is more promising than you. "
Cai He complained, "I'm your student. It wasn't easy for me to carry a 250-pound table to you. Why are you praising an outsider?"
"Stop talking nonsense and continue to comprehend the Enlightenment River!" The Prime Minister waved his hand. Cai He's back was hit by an invisible force. His body involuntarily flew forward and fell into the Enlightenment River.
Cai He squatted in the waist-deep river. He poked his head out and looked pitifully at Kang Ha-chuan, who had his eyes closed. Only direct disciples like him knew that this respected Prime Minister was never soft-hearted when it came to educating his disciples.
'In the future, if there are any good things from Fang Yun, I'll keep them for myself!' Cai He thought.
Because he had to go to Book Hill tomorrow. Fang Yun did not touch a single drop of wine. After returning home, he read as usual.
Before one became a child, reading was more boring and tedious. It tested one's endurance. But the higher one's literary rank, the stronger the feeling of reading.
Now, every time Fang Yun comprehended a new knowledge, he would feel an unusually comfortable feeling in his mind. It was as if his soul had been cleansed.
At a certain point, the feeling was no longer strong. Instead, it became mellow and long lasting like fine wine. It even made one slightly tipsy.
Every time he comprehended something, it was as if his spirit had transformed.
After finishing his reading, Fang Yun went to bed early. After sleeping for four hours, the sky brightened. He got up to wash up and eat.
His friends from the Holy Ground came and went to the Institute of Literature.
The entrance of the Institute of Literature was still lively, but it was much less lively than the day of the Imperial Examinations.
Fang Yun bid farewell to his friends and entered the Institute of Literature.
Those who were ranked below 20th on the High Scholar List respectfully addressed Fang Yun as Marquis Wen or Brother Fang. They were very grateful.
When the time came, everyone entered the main hall of the Holy Temple.
Soon after, the doors of the main hall closed.
Fang Yun couldn't help but blink his eyes as he saw a familiar scene.
Below his feet was a lush green grass field. In front of him was a small river. Opposite the river were nine mountains, each taller than the last. The sky was blue. Before the emperor of a foreign country entered the capital, the sky had been swept clean by the power of the great scholars.
Fang Yun smiled slightly. But soon after, he revealed a confused expression. He could not let others know that he still remembered the Book Hill.
More than 30,000 High Scholars stood on the lush green grass field. Some of the High Scholars could not help but shout and touch their bodies. But most of the High Scholars were observing their surroundings carefully.
Most of them were on high alert. Suddenly, one of them shouted, "Where is Fang Zhenguo?"
Most of the people around Fang Yun were Jingguo High Scholars. They subconsciously moved closer to Fang Yun to protect him. They faced the man.
Before Fang Yun could speak, one of the High Scholars shouted, "Why are you looking for Fang Wen Hou?"
"Jingguo accent? Haha, of course I have to thank him! Our Si Prefecture accepted 500 High Scholars. Book Hill only accepted 100 High Scholars. I am the 101st. If not for Fang Yun, I would not have been able to enter Book Hill. Of course I have to thank him! "
The Jingguo High Scholar turned to look at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled and clasped his hands, "Fang Yun is here. If you want to thank someone, you should thank the Saints. Only they have the final say."
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