Most of the people who were begged had their heads lowered. Only a few of them had smiles on their faces, not bothering to hide their pride.
"The four of you, forget it. Don't ask anymore. This gathering is just like life. It's good to see others win, but you can also laugh when others are unlucky!" Chang Dongyun said.
"Chang Dongyun, you bastard. I treated you to a drink for nothing!"
"After this gathering, I'll treat you to two drinks!"
"You don't have any pity at all! I curse you all to lose your guts! "
"So be it. It's better than being a piece of waste paper in front of Fang Yun."
The people who were not in the same group as Fang Yun snickered.
Fang Yun shook his head with a smile and continued to look at the stage.
The five people at the stage had already prepared a draft. After Master Wei gave the order, the five of them picked up their brushes and began to write.
While they were writing, the orange colored talent aura that appeared on the paper slowly increased.
When the five of them finished, one person's talent reached a foot and an inch high, exceeding the county by an inch.
The other four did not leave the county. The one with the lowest talent was six inches.
"Sigh …" That person sighed softly. He cupped his hands towards the crowd and left quietly. This meant that no one knew what he wrote. It was a complete failure.
Next, Master Wei read the poems of the four people one by one from the fourth place. He also pointed out their names and made them famous.
After that, except for the first person, the other three left.
Finally, Master Wei invited a Hanlin Academy scholar to comment on the first place's seven quatrains. Every word was a gem, attracting a lot of applause.
The second group of five scholars went on stage.
Groups after groups of people went on stage one after another, and one after another, they left dejectedly.
Fang Yun sympathized with the unknown fifth person in each group, but he did not blame the elimination system. The world was countless times crueler than this gathering. A small failure in the gathering could not even be considered a lesson. It was just a small setback that everyone would encounter.
Those who participated in this gathering were all High Scholars or Grand Scholars. In terms of talent, Grand Scholars were far superior to High Scholars. However, in terms of talent and ability in poetry, High Scholars and Grand Scholars were not far apart.
The Confucian classics emphasized learning, but poetry emphasized talent even more.
Fang Yun had to admit that the scholars in Jingguo were very different from those in the big countries.
During the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Meet on the 15th of August, the candidates of the Ten Nations would participate. Although there were no national poems, there were many of them in Da Prefecture and Ming Zhou. Hence, it wouldn't cause any surprise if they participated.
But at the Chong Yang Literary Gathering … When it was the last group's turn, there was only one Da Fu. Even Ming Province did not have one.
However … Fang Yun discovered another problem. There were very few famous scholars on stage today. Some of them were not in the capital, but many of them were on the mountaintop. However, they did not participate in this Scholarly Meet.
Fang Yun shook his head helplessly. He understood that those people were trying to protect themselves. He was afraid that he would fall into a conflict between himself and the Great Scholar Nangong. He was even more afraid of being caught in a fight between the left and right seats.
After a Hanlin scholar finished commenting on the fourteenth set of poems, everyone walked down the stage. Only the head of the Wei family was left.
Clan Master Wei smiled and said, "Although what I'm about to say is unfair to the other literary friends, it's not fair. But I still have to say, everyone, are you tired of waiting? Then there was no need to wait. It's time for the last group! Fang Yun, Model Scholar, Leader of the Holy Ground, Top Eight in the Imperial Examinations, Top Twelve in the Holy Journal, Minister of the Cabinet, Top Scholar in the World, Fang Yun, Fang Zhenguo, please come to the stage! "
There were thunderous cheers.
Fang Yun stood up and thanked everyone with cupped fists. Then, he quickly walked towards the stage with the other four people.
The four of them looked at Fang Yun with resentment. They were as sad as a child who had been robbed of their snacks for a year.
Fang Yun coughed softly and cupped his fists slightly. He walked up the stage and walked towards the fifth table.
The five of them stood still at the table. One of them muttered softly, "Legend has it that during the Mid-Autumn Festival Cultural Meet, there was a genius who hated Fang Yun to death. It was because the emcee wanted to introduce that person, but Fang Yun's' Shuidiao Getou 'became famous and covered that person's Literary Name. No one knows what that person wrote. God knows how many tears he shed! Why don't the four of us compete first? The last one to leave is to let the Wei Clan Head read our poems. After we leave, we will let Fang Yun write his own and let him compete with the Great Scholar Nan Gong. "
"Don't be delusional. If we had the chance to fight back, why would we beg those people? Look at the smiles of those people below the stage. I really want to jump off a jade mountain! "
"Let's write together. When we are done, we will jump together!"
"Okay!"
The four of them angrily started writing. However, after writing a sentence, the four of them raised their heads and looked at the people below the stage. They found something even sadder. Everyone was staring at Fang Yun!
Whether it was the Great Scholar or the Great Scholar at the first table, or the women and children in the distance, even the white fox, no one looked at the four of them.
Even the Wei Clan Head, who was hosting the Cultural Meet, walked behind Fang Yun. He looked at Fang Yun's writing and recited it with his tongue. This was a treatment that no one could enjoy before.
"I'm not writing anymore!" One of them put down his brush angrily and hurriedly walked behind Fang Yun, stretching his neck to look.
The other three looked at each other and silently did the same thing. They walked behind Fang Yun together.
The Wei Clan Head recited the title with his tongue like spring thunder, "Remembering the Brothers of the Holy Ground on the ninth of September …"
Fang Yun continued writing.
"Alone in a foreign land as a stranger …"
After the Wei Clan Head finished reciting, everyone saw an orange yellow talent aura rise from the paper. However, it rose very little, only two inches. Not only was it worse than many of the poetry geniuses, it was not even outstanding when compared to the other people in the Chong Yang Literary Meet.
"Jiang Lang's talent has run out!" the young duke said softly.
Lei Yuanting smiled and nodded.
Many people on the left shook their heads and sighed. They seemed to feel pity.
On the other hand, the people on the right did not say a word. They stared nervously at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun slowly wrote the second sentence. The Wei Clan Head also recited it slowly. Then, everyone saw a strange scene that they had never seen before.
Every time Fang Yun wrote a word, his talent aura rose by five inches. That talent aura was not surging, but flying!
"Every festive season, I miss my family."
After the second sentence was written, the talent aura on the paper rose by three feet and five inches!
Most people were stunned by the terrifying growth of talent aura. No one had seen such a strange scene before.
"The legendary line that guards the country!" a Jinshi blurted out.
However, those with higher literary positions did not care about the talent aura phenomenon. Instead, they were trying to figure out the sentence, "Every festive season, I miss my family."
Minister Kang Ha-chuan could not help but mutter to himself, "There are thousands of poems about missing one's family, but they can't compare to Fang Yun's seven words."
"The emotions in this sentence are true and deep. It has already reached the realm of returning to the original. The rhetoric is far inferior to that of 'Shuidiao Getou? When will the moon appear? ', but the feelings of longing in it are not inferior. As expected of Fang Zhenguo. I can write thousands of poems, but I will never be able to write such a sincere and simple poem. "
"First, there was' If the love between two people lasts forever, how can it be together every day and every night '. Then, there was' The moon shines above the sea, and the horizon shares this moment '. Then, there was' I hope that people last forever, and we share the beauty of a thousand miles away '. A few days ago, there was' My belt grows wider, but I don't regret it, I'm haggard because of her. 'Today, there was' Every festive season, I miss my family. 'Fang Yun's strength in writing love is probably unprecedented."
"If Cao Zhi was alive, I'm afraid that he would personally take the 'Eight Dou Crown' and give it to Fang Yun."
In the midst of everyone's discussion, Fang Yun finished writing the poem.
Alone in a foreign land as a stranger,
Every festive season, I miss my family.
From afar, I know that my brothers have climbed high,
Everywhere, there is one less person.
Talent aura broke through four feet, officially guarding the country.
Minister Kang Ha-chuan stood up and slowly applauded.
The rest of the people stood up one after another, including the great scholar of Wu Guo, Nangong Leng. Even the assistant minister of the Ministry of War, Tong Luan, whose grandson died because of Fang Yun, could not help but nod gently.
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