The Double Ninth Literary Meet emphasized chrysanthemums. Looking around, there were potted chrysanthemums everywhere, like a golden sea.
The tables and chairs were all covered with red silk cloth, which made it seem even more festive with the golden color.
The venue was crowded with people. Many people had brought their entire families here. Children could be seen running and playing everywhere.
This was a mountainous area, not a flat land. The venue was divided into three levels of flat ground, each level higher than the last, like three giant stairs.
In the deepest part of the third level, there was a writing table for people to write poems after the meet started.
Most of the women here wore festive red robes, while the men's clothes were neatly arranged, almost corresponding to where they were.
Most of the men on the first floor wore black robes, mixed with a few blue robes. On the second floor, there were many white robes embroidered with swords. Occasionally, there were some black robes. On the highest floor, there were many white robes with black robes. Most of the men on the second floor wore white robes, and there were also some black robes.
There were no names on the tables, and no one to guide them, but everyone knew where they should sit.
The only exception were the old people on the third level. Those old people's robes were of different heights, and their white hair was very eye-catching.
"Where should we sit?" Yang Yuhuan looked at the dark venue, not knowing how to choose.
"Keep walking forward until you reach the highest point," Fang Yundao said.
"Oh."
Fang Yun's tone was very calm, but Yang Yuhuan felt a surge of energy in her body. She couldn't help but straighten her body and raise her chin.
The two slowly walked forward. Yang Yuhuan turned back to look at the masked woman. That woman was coming down from the chair. There was some confusion in her eyes, and then she turned back to continue walking with Fang Yun.
There were too many people at the Double Ninth Literary Meet. The further they walked, the louder the buzzing sounds in their ears.
They hadn't walked a few steps when someone on the right suddenly bowed and said, "Greetings, Fang Wenhou!"
Fang Yun looked towards the direction of the voice. It was a student from the academy. He smiled and bowed back.
"Ah? It's really Fang Wenhou? "
The people sitting around, regardless of gender or age, all stood up.
Even the children who were playing and running quieted down. They all looked at Fang Yun, wanting to see if the person they heard every day had three heads and six arms.
"Greetings, Fang Wenhou."
"Greetings, Fang Zhenguo!"
…
At first, only the people around Fang Yun stood up. Soon, the people next to him also stood up. Most of them looked happy, but a few of them slowly stood up reluctantly.
"Fang Wenhou is here."
"Fang Zhenguo? Get up quickly … "
Not long after, over ten thousand people on the first floor stood up.
Greetings to Fang Yun rose and fell one after another. From the moment Fang Yun appeared, he did not stop.
"Fang Yun greets you … Fang Yun greets you …" Fang Yun cupped his hands to both sides as he walked. Yang Yuhuan nervously followed behind with her head lowered, not daring to look at those people.
The little fox, on the other hand, jumped up and down with Fang Yun. She liked this kind of scene very much.
Other than the three feet drop and some stairs between the first and second floor, there was no gap. The people on the second floor soon knew that Fang Yun had arrived.
Many people could not help but stand up and stretch their necks to look down. They wanted to see what kind of person Fang Yun was.
Soon, the people on the third floor stopped chatting and stood up one after another to look down.
Some of the people on the third floor had smiles on their faces. Some were surprised, some were gloomy, and some were expressionless.
When Fang Yun walked up the stairs to the second floor, the people on the third floor had all stood up. Even the scholars in green robes did not sit down.
Then, many people's expressions changed.
In this literary conference, unless the Great Confucian came personally. Otherwise, even if Li Wenying, who was at the peak of his power, came here, everyone would not stand up.
However, a High Scholar could make everyone stand up. His influence was terrifying, even if it was Fang Yun's first time in the capital.
The gloomy people's expressions were even worse. A few of them even snorted and sat down.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Fang Yun walked forward calmly. He smiled and cupped his hands to greet the people on both sides.
When Fang Yun walked to the middle of the second floor, the people on the first floor had not sat down yet.
A thunderous voice that sounded like a large bell suddenly rang out.
"Good! As expected of Fang Zhenguo. Not only did he suppress Gyeongo, but he also suppressed everyone in the Chongyang Literary Conference! "
Fang Yun immediately looked over and saw a middle-aged man in a white blademaster robe smiling at him from the crowd on the first floor. His smile was very kind.
Fang Yun's ears were buzzing with the sound of mosquitoes and flies as the discussion broke out.
"Who is that person? Why haven't I seen him before? Jingguo would never have such a High Scholar. "
"Judging from his accent, he is not from Jingguo. If he dares to sow discord, he must be from the Half-saint aristocratic family."
"That person's High Scholar robe doesn't seem to be from Gyeongo either. It seems to be from Jia Country?"
"That makes sense in Jia Country. That person has a lot of accessories on him. Other than the Lei family, other scholars don't like to wear random things. "
"Lei family? It's over, it's over. This person is even more difficult to deal with than a normal Half-saint aristocratic family. It's better to provoke an aristocratic family than the Lei family. When did Fang Yun offend such a big family? It's said that the Lei family will become an aristocratic family in no time. With the relationship between the Lei family and the Dragons, Fang Yun will probably be a thorn in the side of the Dragons. "
Before Fang Yun could speak, a familiar voice sounded from the crowd on the first floor.
"I'm not sure if Fang Yun will be suppressed or not, but once the Great Scholar Nangong comes, he will definitely suppress our Jingguo. Lei Yuanting, if I'm not wrong, the Lei family invited the Great Scholar Nangong, right? "
Fang Yun took a closer look. It was the Assistant Minister Sai who brought the Empress Dowager's secret order to the Jade Sea. He was also an official from Jiang Province.
"Our Lei family did invite the Great Scholar Nangong, but he just happened to be passing by and doesn't have much to do with our Lei family. As for what I just said … "
"Alright, everyone, please sit down." The Grand Scholar and Right Prime Minister Cao Dean's voice sounded.
Lei Yuanting glared hatefully at Fang Yun before sitting down with the others.
Fang Yun cupped his hands one last time, then held Yang Yuhuan's hand and continued to walk forward.
When the women present saw this scene, they all revealed looks of envy. A man was willing to hold a woman's hand in this place. This was more intoxicating than any sweet talk.
Some of the unmarried women even had looks of longing in their eyes. They didn't know if they were longing for themselves to become Yang Yuhuan. Or if they wanted their future other half to be able to walk with them in this place.
The road was in the middle, and the tables and chairs were separated into two sides.
Fang Yun glanced around. The Left Prime Minister's loyal dog, Si Yueqing, Lei Yuanting, the young duke, and the others who wanted to sow discord were all on the left side. The Right Prime Minister Cao Dean and the Assistant Minister Sai were on the right side.
At the closest part of the literary table, there were five large tables on the left and right. Each table could seat ten people, but none of them were full.
Fang Yun stepped onto the third floor. Everyone on the third floor didn't say anything, they just silently watched him.
The atmosphere at the scene became heavy.
The road that separated the two sides was obviously very ordinary, but in Fang Yun's eyes, it was like a natural moat that no one could cross.
Fang Yun was about to walk to the right. At the second table on the left, an old Han Lin dressed in white clothes with dark plum blossoms stood up. Fang Yun was slightly stunned. This person looked familiar, but he had definitely not seen him before.
"Old Man Tong Luan greets Fang Wenhou. This table is empty, why don't you come and sit here." This person had a smile on his face and white hair. He was a benevolent old man.
Fang Yun's gaze tightened. During the Elementary Scholar Examinations, he had once gambled with a person called Tong Li to shatter the literary palace. They competed to see who could climb the highest Book Hill. In the end, he won and Tong Li committed suicide. Tong Li's grandfather was Tong Luan, the Left Assistant Minister of Jingguo's Ministry of War. His position in the Ministry of War was second only to the Minister of War. He was a Rank 3 official, and like Fang Yun, he was an 'Inner Cabinet Advisor'.
Fang Yun had received news that after Tong Li's death. This Left Assistant Minister Tong Luan had left the capital south to enter Jade Sea City. In the end, he was forced to retreat by Li Wenying.
Tong Luan had a lot of military achievements. He had killed countless barbarians in the northern border, and was the best candidate to become the next Minister of War. He had great potential, and had at least fifteen more years of official career.
Fang Yun sighed. Tong Luan was originally a neutral party in the military, but because he was stopped by Li Wenying, he was unable to avenge his grandson. In a fit of anger, he joined the Left Minister's camp, increasing the Left Minister's strength.
The hatred between the two was as deep as the ocean.
Fang Yun clasped his hands: "Fang Yun greets Lord Tong. But the wind on the left side is too strong, I think it would be better for me to sit with the Assistant Minister of War."
The people on the right side all stood up to welcome him, and the atmosphere improved.
Right Minister Cao Dean smiled: "Fang Wenhou, you can sit here."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "I really want to sit there, but I'm not like you guys, whose wives are dead set on you. I'm not married to the one beside me, and I'm afraid that she'll run away, so I have to sit with her. I really can't leave."
Everyone laughed.
Cao Dean pointed at Fang Yun and laughed: "Look at this Fang Yun. To put it nicely, he is a good man who dotes on his wife. But to put it bluntly, he is a pervert who is unable to extricate himself from his wife!"
A scholar beside him joked: "Prime Minister Cao, if you had a beauty of the capital as your wife, your two legs might not have the strength to go up the mountain. Just on this point, Fang Yun is ten times better than you. "
The people on the left and right laughed.
Yang Yuhuan's face turned red, and she lightly stomped her foot, cursing these old hooligans in her heart.
Cao Dean laughed and did not mind. He said to Fang Yundao: "Then you can take your Jiangzhou beauty to the third table. There are fewer people there."
Fang Yun took a look and found that the people sitting at the first and second tables were either officials of the capital city or important figures of the Half-saint families. Among them was the Grand Secretary of the Chen Family whom Fang Yun had met before. However, the person sitting at the third table looked indifferent. He didn't look like an official at all. Fang Yun vaguely guessed that they should be the heads of several wealthy families. Therefore, he walked over with Yang Yuhuan.
Fang Yun had just walked to the table, and before the heads of the families could introduce themselves, a young man's words came from the left side of the table.
"Assistant Minister Tong invited Fang Yun but was rejected. He went to the right side and did not come to the left side. It really makes me sad. Why don't the left and right side of the table decide the champion of this literary competition? "
Even Yang Yuhuan looked over in surprise. "Deciding the champion" was not a good thing. Usually, only when people from different countries were at the same literary competition would they decide the champion before the competition began.
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