People continued to climb to the top of Jade Mountain.
A bailiff holding a tray walked toward Fang Yun. There were small sachets on the tray, and inside the sachets were dogwood.
During the Double Ninth Festival, everyone had to wear a dogwood sachet to ward off evil spirits.
The bailiff walked to Fang Yun's side and stood still, not daring to disturb him.
The fragrance of dogwood and chrysanthemum spread across the top of Jade Mountain, but no one cared about the smell of the festival. They only paid attention to the young duke who spoke like spring thunder.
Fang Yun looked at the young duke, but the young duke responded with a smile, as if he was just talking about something insignificant.
Fang Yun knew that the arrival of the Great Scholar Nangong was just the beginning, but he didn't expect that the young duke would decide the winner of the literary gathering.
All literary gatherings had prizes, and most of them were announced before the gathering. In the end, the winner of the gathering would receive the best prize, and the rest would receive the following prizes.
If the winner was decided, they could choose the winner they thought would be the winner before the gathering began. They could offer more prizes, and in the end, the winner would receive everything.
It was different from normal prizes. Once the winner was decided, the prize had to be a literary treasure. If one side offered a literary treasure, the other side had to offer a similar one.
Normally, the winner would return the prize to his own side, and the other side could keep the prize.
Most importantly, one side had to admit that they were inferior in front of everyone.
Fang Yun understood that the other party was not stupid enough to think that a single Literary Meeting would be enough to defeat him. Instead, they were slowly creating one failure after another for him. When the multiple failures were connected together, it would be like a collapsing dam, instantly washed away by the flood.
Whether it was the Great Scholar Nangong or the winner this time, it was just the beginning. Once this gap was opened, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fang Yun looked at the young duke quietly. His breathing was still steady, but he felt that the dogwood fragrance was more pungent.
The morning sun rose higher and higher, but Jade Mountain grew colder and colder.
Some of the scholars looked angrily at the young duke. The name of the Great Scholar Nangong was well known. If Fang Yun were to compete with the Great Scholar Nangong, Fang Yun would lose without a doubt.
Nangong wasn't an ordinary scholar, but a great scholar who had come prepared!
Fang Yun wanted to speak, but he suddenly thought of something and didn't say anything.
"What? Is Fang Wenhou scared? "The junior duke smiled.
Assistant Minister Sai said, "You are also a citizen of Jingguo. Why would you want to harm Fang Yun? If this news were to spread throughout Jingguo, the reputation of the Prince Kang's Residence would be ruined!"
The young duke suddenly said seriously, "Uncle Sai, you misunderstood me. I want to give the prize to Fang Yun. Not the Great Scholar Nangong! The reason why I want to be the champion is because Wu Guo has gone too far! Everyone said that Great Scholar Nangong would definitely defeat Fang Yun. They said that Great Scholar Nangong would sweep away the face of the Jingguo people at the Chongyang Literary Meet, and take revenge for Gyeongo and those Wu Guo people whose courage was shattered by Tianyi. But I don't believe it! In today's world, the number one poet was definitely Fang Yun. Even if the Great Scholar Nangong was an old poet, he still couldn't compare to Fang Yun! Jingguo will win! "
Those originally angry scholars gradually calmed down. They looked at the young duke coldly. They didn't think that the young duke would be so despicable.
"Young duke, is this true?" A hoarse voice sounded.
This person was wearing a green scholar's robe and sat at the first table on the right. In front of the others were wine cups, but in front of him was a bowl.
Fang Yun looked at this scholar from the side. His tall aquiline nose was very eye-catching.
Fang Yun didn't know this person, but he immediately guessed it when he saw the aquiline nose. This person was Jingguo's Great General Zhou Junhu. His position in the army was second only to the Grand Marshal, and he was in charge of the capital. He controlled Jingguo's most powerful imperial guards, as well as the military power of all the forts, checkpoints, and fortresses in the capital.
Before he was 20 years old, he was a maniac. Before he was 40 years old, he killed demons and barbarians. After he was 40 years old, he cultivated his body and mind. He rarely spoke, but every time he did, it would make people tremble in fear.
The last time he spoke in public was on the snowy day after Jingguo's defeat last year. In front of all the civil and military officials, he said something to the Minister of the Left.
"When we meet, where there is no one, I will kill you with my pen."
As soon as he said this, the snow within a hundred miles of the capital turned to ice, and all the beasts died.
It was said that the Minister of the Left, who was always calm, also changed his expression. That day, the Overwatch Council's Imperial Censors all wrote to impeach Zhou Junhu, but he still held the position of Great General.
Someone once said that Li Wenying and Zhou Junhu should never be together. Otherwise, if the two of them got excited, they would kill their way into the Dragon Palace.
The young duke's body trembled. He looked at the people beside him and said loudly, "Of course, it's true."
"You, don't leave the capital."
All the potted plants in the venue exploded. Chrysanthemum petals of different colors flew into the air and scattered everywhere.
A gust of wind blew by, and the young duke's black robe was torn into threads, flying in the air with the chrysanthemum petals.
The young duke's face was pale, but he still stood. His chin was half an inch lower than before.
"Good!" Some people couldn't help but whisper.
Assistant Minister Si Yueqing slammed the table and said in a low voice, "Zhou Junhu, as the Great General of Jingguo and a scholar, you want to kill a Duke and a member of the royal family. How should you be punished?"
Zhou Junhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, you dare to arrest me?"
"You …" Si Yueqing was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Zhou Junhu looked at Si Yueqing coldly, poured himself a full bowl of wine, and drank it all in one gulp.
"The Great General of Jingguo can't do anything else, but he is good at bullying children!" A white-robed Jinshi sneered.
"Uncle …" The young duke looked at the person beside him gratefully.
Zhou Junhu glanced at the person and continued drinking.
"It seems that you know you are in the wrong," the person said.
Zhou Junhu didn't seem to hear him.
A Hanlin general at the fourth table on the right laughed and said, "You, Jian Ming, are worthy of Great General Zhou speaking? Idiot! Great General Zhou didn't speak because you were born in a Half-saint family. You are better than us, but you are still a Jinshi at such an old age. You are just a good-for-nothing! "
"You …" Jian Ming gritted his teeth and then suddenly looked at Fang Yundao. "Fang Zhenguo, do you dare to determine the winner?"
Many of the Jing people sighed helplessly. Grand Scholar Nan Gong would definitely win but Fang Yun couldn't declare Grand Scholar Nan Gong as the winner. If he dared to declare himself as the winner, then he would lose a literary treasure. If he didn't dare to, then he would lose his courage.
Fang Yun slowly took out his Guqin and said, "My sister Yuhuan chose me as the winner and gave me this guqin as the prize. If you can take out a Hanlin literary treasure, then you can determine the winner with me. Otherwise, don't embarrass the Jian family here!"
Jian Ming laughed and said, "You are just a Juren, so you can only use a Jinshi literary treasure. This guqin is not worth a Hanlin literary treasure."
"Oh, that's because you don't know that this guqin has Thunder Lacquer on it," Fang Yundao said.
Jian Ming was stunned. If a Jinshi literary treasure had Thunder Lacquer, its value would be much higher than a Hanlin literary treasure. It was almost half a Jinshi literary treasure.
The Half-saint family could easily obtain a Juren literary treasure. They also had several Jinshi literary treasures. However, there were very few Hanlin literary treasures. Jian Ming was a member of the Half-saint family who lived in Jingguo, but he only had two Hanlin literary treasures. Moreover, one of them didn't belong to him. Once he finished his job in Jingguo, he would have to hand over a Hanlin literary treasure.
"That's all." Fang Yun was about to put away the Guqin.
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