Time ticked by. Fang Yun was still sleeping, but there was an undercurrent in the capital. =
Most of the scholars were related to the aristocratic families, so the wives and concubines of the scholars could also directly invite the scholars or scholars.
Many High Scholars and Grand Scholars were walking in and out of the house. After a while, the servants of the High Scholars and Grand Scholars started to get busy. Each of them was carrying a large stack of letters as they left Fang Yun's house to deliver them to the various families in the capital.
Unlike the usual letters, these letters had a fragrance. They were all written on women's letters.
Jiang Manor.
"That old thing, he cried and recited 'Jiangcheng Zi' in front of everyone for that slut. Does he still have me in his heart?" Madame Jiang sat on a chair with a gloomy expression. She was only in her fifties, far younger than Kang Ha-chuan. If not for the death of Kang Ha-chuan's first wife, she wouldn't have been able to become the first wife.
At this moment, the gatekeeper rushed in and shouted, "First Madame …" When the gatekeeper saw that Madame Jiang's expression wasn't right, he was so scared that he knelt down and begged for mercy.
"This lowly one deserves to die, this lowly one deserves to die …"
Madame Jiang quickly restrained her anger and asked with a pleasant expression, "Speak, what's the matter?"
"A madame from the Chen Sheng family sent a letter saying that she's Qiao Juze's first wife and is acquainted with you."
"Quickly give me the letter!" Madame Jiang immediately stood up. Although Kang Ha-chuan was a great scholar, she was also a first-rank titled madame. Her rank was higher than Qiao Chenshi's, but her actual status was far below Qiao Chenshi's. After all, she was the daughter of the Half-saint family.
The gatekeeper handed the letter to a servant girl who ran over. The servant girl ran over and handed the letter to Madame Jiang.
Madame Jiang opened the letter and thought for a moment. She suddenly slammed the table and said, "Yuhuan is so chaste. As the first wife of the Minister, how can I just stand by and watch? Come, take my official robe! "
Zhou Manor.
Zhou Hanlin had already passed away. The power of the Zhou family fell into the hands of Madame Zhou.
Whether it was the relatives of the Zhou family or the neighbors, they were all respectful to Madam Zhou, because Madam Zhou had another identity. She was the great-granddaughter of Chen Sheng, Chen Guanhai. She was over ninety years old and was still healthy.
Lady Zhou was quite famous in the capital back then. Every time the palace invited the ladies of the various families to a banquet, the first letter would be sent to Lady Zhou. However, as Lady Zhou grew older, she rarely attended banquets. She didn't even attend the wedding of the eldest son of the Chen Sheng Clan, Chen Jing. He didn't get to see Dowager Chen for the last time.
Madame Zhou silently looked at the letter written by Yang Yuhuan and Madame Qiao. She read it over and over again three times, and then let the servant girl beside her read it three times before putting the letter aside.
Mistress Zhou squinted her eyes. After a full quarter of an hour, she said in a hoarse voice, "Take the phoenix head walking stick bestowed by Chen Zu and the official robe bestowed by the Jing Long Emperor. This old one wants to go to the front of the imperial palace and listen to the drums! Hold on, Cui Er. Go and draft three letters for me. I'll tell you what to write. Finally, stamp them with my seal and send them away as soon as possible! "
Li Residence, Sun Residence, Zhang Residence, Zhao Residence …
All the ladies of the officials or families who had expressed their dissatisfaction with the Left Prime Minister had received at least one letter. They all received one or more letters, and almost every madam sent one or more letters.
The officials in the capital were arguing in the imperial court, but they didn't know that their ladies were preparing to do something more significant.
Yufang Brothel, the largest brothel in Jingguo.
Yufang Brothel was open all day. However, just a quarter of an hour ago, it suddenly announced that it was closed and all the guests left.
The guests knew that the disciples of several aristocratic families had shares in Yufang Brothel and had even lost money. Hence, they left tactfully.
In the lobby of Yufang Brothel, there were more than two hundred ladies standing. The brothel keeper of Yufang Brothel stood on the second floor. Although she was wearing heavy makeup, she still couldn't hide her red and swollen eyes.
"… Ladies, why can Yufang Brothel be the number one brothel in the capital? Money? Power? None of them! It's those literati who gave the best poems to the ladies of Yufang Brothel! But! No matter how many poems those literati have, they're all bullsh * t! Do you know what the brothel of the Ten Nations is saying now? Whoever is the first to invite Fang Yun to write a poem will be the true number one brothel in the world! "
Yufang Brothel glanced at the ladies with red and swollen eyes and said, "All of you have heard of Fang Zhenguo's poems and lyrics. I don't have to say how good his poems are. I only have one question. If Fang Zhenguo were to come here now, who would be willing to spend money to accompany him? "
"Me …"
"Me! Me! "
The group of courtesans shouted loudly. Even the most shy courtesans were fighting to be first.
"Good! Now, not only do you have the chance to accompany Fang Zhenguo, you also have the chance to earn 100,000 taels of silver! Fang Zhenguo is in jail for being wrongly accused. We can't help him much, but we can still help him beat people up! If you're a woman, come with me to the Left Prime Minister's residence now! We won't scold people and will just stand at the entrance of the Left Prime Minister's residence to attract guests. We'll use your most flirtatious methods to attract guests and make the Left Prime Minister's residence the number one brothel in the capital! Whoever is good enough to get Fang Yun to write a poem for our Yufang Brothel will not only be rewarded with a hundred thousand taels of silver, I will also guarantee you a good husband! Ladies, come with me! "
"Let's go! For Fang Zhenguo! "
"I'll do it!"
"I won't ask Fang Wen Hou to write a poem. I just want him to look at me and I'll be willing!"
Full Spring Courtyard, Fragrant Pavilion, Hundred Flower Brothel and other brothel girls stopped receiving guests. They either walked or sat in carriages to the Left Prime Minister's residence.
The official who was secretly monitoring the capital held his official seal and looked down from the sky. He shook his head and smiled bitterly. He saw two strange places in the capital. A large number of carriages and women began to head towards these two places.
One was the main entrance of the imperial palace and the other was the Left Prime Minister's residence.
Two hours later, the entrance of the Left Prime Minister's residence was filled with a sea of courtesans wearing revealing clothes. All kinds of flirtatious words flooded the Left Prime Minister's residence. Thousands of courtesans shouted with all their might. The men who passed by all went limp. They couldn't bear to leave, but they had no choice.
The servants of the Left Prime Minister's residence and the rest of the people panicked. The wives and daughters-in-law of the Left Prime Minister secretly shed tears. The men didn't care, but the reputation of the women of the Left Prime Minister's residence was probably ruined.
In the study, Ji Zhibai looked at the Left Prime Minister nervously, for fear that the Left Prime Minister would get angry and use the power of the Grand Secretary to chase away the courtesans.
The Left Prime Minister smiled calmly and said, "Old Man was also a playboy back then. How can mere women disturb my mind? Don't worry, when the third poem Fang Yun's poem fails, they will naturally disperse. By then, they will be the ones who are embarrassed, and Fang Yun will be embarrassed! "
"Master, you're right. I admire you," Ji Zhibai said.
The sun set in the west. However, the people of the Ten Nations were all waiting quietly. Thousands of women in official uniforms gathered in front of the Jingguo Palace.
"Dong …"
"I've been wronged …"
As the drums sounded, Yang Yuhuan's mournful cry opened the curtain of the upheaval in the capital.
In Tiger Cage, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes.
"Sorry for the long wait."
After Fang Yun said that, he said, "Please lend me three feet of drawing paper."
"I'll go get it!" Huo Siyu turned around and scurried away.
Soon, Huo Siyu came forward with a roll of drawing paper and personally laid it out for Fang Yun.
Without hesitation, Fang Yun immediately began to draw in the style of the famous bamboo painter Zheng Xie, Zheng Banqiao.
Fang Yun painted quickly. Soon, there were three bamboo shoots. They were rooted on the rock and there was a gust of wind blowing around them, but it couldn't blow away the slender bamboos.
A Jinshi of the Punishment Hall said curiously, "This painting has a sparse appearance and the strokes are thin and strong. It's quite extraordinary. It's actually made with thick ink for the surface and light ink for the back. It's a complete change from the previous bamboo painting method. It's amazing!"
"How can Fang Yun draw so quickly?" Huo Siyu muttered to himself.
"It must be because he's confident!"
Fang Yun painted the bamboos using Zheng Banqiao's painting method and then wrote a poem on the painting.
"Bamboo and Stone."
"Stubbornly clinging to the green hills.
Rooted in the broken rock.
Even after thousands of hardships, still strong.
Let the wind blow from the east, west, and north. "
The poem was only three feet and nine inches long. It was only one inch away from becoming a national hero.
At the same time. Another crisp sound was emitted from the paper, and it was similar to the sound of the Song of Lime from before.
However, unlike before, this crisp sound was only heard by Fang Yun alone. Then, it rose into the sky.
This strange sound flew in the direction of the capital. In the process of flying, little bits of strange light flew from all directions of Jing Country and blended into the sound. This sound seemed to carry the anger of the people and the hatred of all living beings.
"Another gut-refining poem!" Huo Siyu exclaimed.
"This poem and the Song of Lime have their own merits. The Song of Lime has the will to sacrifice, while the Bamboo and Stone has a firm heart," the Jinshi of the Punishment Hall said.
Huo Siyu nodded. However, he suddenly froze and repeated the first sentence.
"Stubbornly clinging to the green hills, stubbornly clinging to the green hills …" Huo Siyu's expression turned uglier every time he repeated it.
As Huo Siyu repeated it, Prime Minister Kang Ha-chuan's voice spread throughout the country. The talent of the Bamboo and Stone easily surpassed four feet. It was a national hero.
At the Ji County Yamen.
While Jiang Hechuan was reciting "Bamboo and Stone", County Magistrate Cai He was drinking tea. When he heard the first line, "Don't let go of the green hills", he spat out a mouthful of tea and coughed.
"Fang Zhenguo! He's a vengeful person indeed! "
At the northern side of Jingguo, in the front line's tent.
"Hahahaha …" Zhang Poyue's voice spread throughout the army. "Fang Yun, good job! You should kill the Prime Minister! I'll personally help you tame the Demon Eagle Commander! "
In the capital, the Prime Minister's Residence.
Jingguo's top scholar this year, Ji Zhibai, looked at his teacher in horror. Just now, he heard a soft sound coming from Mount Liu's forehead.
Prime Minister Mount Liu's right hand gripped the table tightly. Blood flowed from his nostrils and mouth. His lips were tightly shut and his teeth were clenched.
"Um … Master, what's wrong?" Ji Zhibai asked anxiously.
"Fang Yun, that brat! He actually hid my name in the poem and used the Guts Refining Poem to stir the hearts of the people and hurt me! "
"Impossible! You have the protection of the nation's fate. How could you be hurt? "
Liu Shan's hand slowly left the table as he gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression was gloomy as he slowly said, "His national fate is already above mine! He first used the nation's fate to suppress me, then used the people's fate to hurt me! This is very strange. He must have written a poem that could affect the people's hearts. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to have such power! "
"Then why didn't the Sect Sage warn you?" Ji Zhibai asked.
Mount Liu smiled helplessly and said, "The Sect Sage is in the middle of a meeting. In order to fight against the Eastern Sage, he would have to go personally. When it comes to the battle of the saints, he wouldn't have the chance to warn me. "
"Could it be that you've been tricked?" Ji Zhibai was shocked.
Mount Liu shook his head and said, "It's just an accident. But … this poem has at least caused my courage to regress by a few years! I could have become a great scholar at any time, but now it's extremely difficult to do so! "As he spoke, Mount Liu's eyes flashed with anger.
"Fang Yun! How can I allow you to harm my master?! "Ji Zhibai abruptly rushed outside.
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