After Ji Zhibai left, the Left Minister's party left one after another.
If it was a few months ago, at least half of the people would have left, but now, less than 20% of the people left.
In the pavilion, Chen Hanlin let out a sigh of relief and started hosting the Snow Plum Literature Gathering as usual. He originally wanted to invite the person with the highest status in the Plum Garden to give a speech, but seeing that Kang Ha-chuan wasn't interested, he went straight to the next step. He let the ten new students recite the top ten poems from last year.
These students were very happy. They didn't come just for show of courtesy. With so many scholars present, it was very beneficial to them.
After the ten students finished reciting the poems from last year's Snow Plum Literature Gathering, Chen Hanlin started to talk about the interesting stories of the past Snow Plum Literature Gathering. There were a few stories that many people had heard before, but they never got tired of hearing them.
It was Fang Yun's first time attending the Snow Plum Literature Gathering. It was the first time he heard many interesting stories, so he found them quite interesting.
Nunu and Ao Huang also listened carefully. The fox and dragon often laughed. Nunu laughed softly, looking very ladylike. Ao Huang laughed loudly, his voice shaking half a mile. Nunu patted him from time to time with her furry little paws to ask him to be quieter.
When there was a story that was too funny, Nunu held her stomach and jumped into Fang Yun's arms, rolling around and laughing.
The Plum Garden was full of laughter.
After telling the interesting stories, Chen Hanlin said, "This year's Snow Plum Literature Gathering is better than last year's. Let's start with the tenth ranked poem, 'Lin Xue'. I remember that Old Sun wrote a poem called 'Song Xue' last year. Why don't we invite Old Sun to comment on this poem! Let's invite Old Sun to the pavilion to enjoy the poem. "
Old Sun smiled and stood up. He was over eighty years old, but his steps were steady and his expression was calm. He slowly walked towards the pavilion.
But a few guests were laughing softly. A few of them were Old Sun's students. Old Sun had a habit of saying "very good" at the end of whatever he said.
When he was still a Jinshi and was teaching in the Learning Palace, a group of students colluded and found an opportunity to say "very good" in unison before he did. Their voices almost overturned the roof.
Old Mister Sun was dumbfounded. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He choked out a "very bad", which made the students laugh until their stomachs hurt.
However, the students didn't have any ill intentions, because Mr. Sun was indeed talented. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become the country's most important teacher. Afterwards, the leading student took the initiative to apologize. Old Mister Sun did not care about this matter and was exceptionally open-minded.
Old Master Sun stood in the pavilion and took the poem from Chen Hanlin's hands. He smiled and nodded, saying, "This poem …"
"Very good!" The voices in the Plum Garden rose and fell one after another. Apart from the young students, there were also some old scholars who liked to be lively.
Old Mister Sun didn't seem to mind. He chuckled and said, "… Very good! What was so good about it? Listen to me one by one … "
The seating arrangements in the Plum Garden were very particular. Some people were willing to appreciate the poems, while others were not. Arranging it in advance would be disadvantageous. Therefore, on both sides of the pavilion, there were a few tables for people who were willing to go up on stage to appreciate the poems. Then, the host of the literary gathering would choose which poem was suitable for appreciation.
Most of the people who appreciated the poems were old scholars. Young students rarely went up. After all, there were too many references to poems. Even the old scholars could make mistakes, let alone the young ones. No one ever attacked the mistakes in the process of appreciating the poems. The sea of literature was vast. Even the great scholars could have mistakes or even blind spots in their memory.
Fang Yun looked at Mr. Sun and nodded secretly. This old scholar had experienced both the accumulation of time and knowledge. That kind of open-mindedness and calmness was not something that young people could learn. This kind of old scholar could fight until his face turned red for knowledge, but if someone maliciously insulted him on the street, he wouldn't even bat an eyelid.
There were seats for appreciating the poems, and naturally there were also seats for presenting their own poems. The convention of the Plum Garden Literary Gathering was that after appreciating a poem, the next person would go up on stage to compose a poem. Most of them were young students, and there were also some who wanted to enter the literary rankings.
Chen Hanlin chose a young person to compose a poem in the pavilion.
The first person to present a poem at the Plum Garden Literary Gathering in the capital should be this year's top scholar. Unfortunately, Ji Zhibai left early, and the second place was not around. Chen Hanlin had no choice but to find the third place to present a poem.
After the third place finished composing the poem, Chen Hanlin picked out a few good points to praise. He didn't mention any mistakes or flaws, and he wouldn't invite people of high status to appreciate the poem in detail. This was also a form of etiquette. If the poem was on the literary rankings, Chen Hanlin would find someone else to appreciate it.
Fang Yun's "Farewell Li Wenying in the Snow" was on the literary rankings, but Chen Hanlin didn't mention it. Clearly, he was preparing for the final appreciation as the highlight of the gathering.
The Plum Garden Literary Gathering was not only held in the capital, but also in all the cities of the Ten Nations. However, the Plum Garden Literary Gathering was the grandest in Kong City and the capital of the Ten Nations.
Many people sighed softly when the third place poem wasn't on the literary rankings. However, there were changes in the rankings. The tenth place poem was pushed down, and a new poem went straight to the fifth place.
Fang Yun used his official seal to enter the literary rankings and take a look. The new poem was written by one of the "Eight Talents of Hanlin Academy", Duan Yaohai. It caused many people at the gathering to discuss it softly.
"He's indeed one of the Eight Talents of Hanlin Academy. This person isn't famous for his poems, but he can make it onto the literary rankings. He's really talented."
"There are many talents in Qi Nation. Two of the Eight Talents of Hanlin Academy are in Qi Nation. Unfortunately, no one from Jingguo can become one of the Eight Talents."
"Gu Nation has one of the Eight Talents of Hanlin Academy. He's better than our Jingguo."
"The Eight Talents are just unique talents. Moreover, they are evaluated once every five years. Due to the age requirement, many outstanding talents are missed. There are also some people who don't want to be one of the Eight Talents at all. Just like the Four Great Scholars, not everyone likes them. "
"However, being one of the Eight Talents of Hanlin Academy is a great honor. If nothing goes wrong, Fang Zhenguo will definitely be one of them."
"Nonsense, if he doesn't become one of the Eight Talents of Hanlin Academy, the Eight Talents will only be in name."
Although there were many discussions, they were generally praising Duan Yaohai's talent.
As soon as the literary rankings changed, Chen Hanlin immediately invited people to appreciate the poems.
The Plum Blossom Literary Meeting took a long time. It would only end tomorrow morning.
Time passed slowly. There were people constantly appreciating the poems at the literary meeting. There were people constantly presenting their poems. The literary rankings also kept changing. However, Fang Yun's poem, "Farewell to Li Wenying in the Snow," was always at the top of the list. No one could surpass it.
It was not harmful for scholars to stay up late. However, those family members could not bear it and left one after another.
Fang Yun originally wanted to ask Yang Yuhuan and the other two to leave. However, the three of them were determined not to leave. Moreover, Nunu and Ao Huang also refused to leave. They were all very interested in the literary meeting. Fang Yun had no choice but to give up.
There were fewer people in the Plum Blossom Garden, but the atmosphere was more lively. Many people were waiting for the turn of the Morning Moon. According to the usual practice, there would be a large number of outstanding poems appearing at that moment. The rankings on the literary rankings would be flipped rapidly. It was also known as the "Flying Literary List". It was the favorite topic of scholars every year.
As it got closer and closer to the Morning Moon, the number of people presenting their poems increased significantly. The changes on the literary rankings also became more frequent. Many people knew that it would be difficult for them to be on the list after the Morning Moon, so they might as well take the opportunity to be on the list now.
Fang Yun looked at Kang Ha-chuan and said softly, "Lord Minister, do I have to compose a poem today?"
"Poems and essays are fine too." Kang Ha-chuan looked forward. His eyes seemed to be a little empty. He was obviously cultivating silently.
Fang Yun had no choice but to ask, "What time do you have to compose?"
"Compose as soon as the Morning Moon arrives. Don't waste time. Go back and sleep after suppressing the talents of the Ten Nations," Kang Ha-chuan said.
"You … are very straightforward."
Fang Yun calculated the time in his heart. The Morning Moon would be one o 'clock in the morning according to military time. It would be soon.
When it was almost one o 'clock in the morning, no one presented their poems in the Plum Garden. Everyone looked at Fang Yun.
At the same time, the Snow Plum Literary Gatherings in various cities in Jingguo were unusually quiet. Everyone seemed to be waiting for something. There were also changes in the other nations.
People from all over the Ten Nations looked in the direction of Jingguo's Capital City.
"I wonder if Fang Zhenguo can guard the nation again!"
"Fang Zhenguo, please don't write, please don't. If you write, I won't be able to be on the Snow Plum Literary Rankings this year …"
"Guard the nation failed! Guard the nation failed … "A few people secretly cursed.
Many famous people were exceptionally calm at this moment. It seemed that they were not prepared to compose a poem at the most critical moment.
The Morning Moon bell rang. In the past, at this moment, the Snow Plum Literary Rankings would be as chaotic as snow. However, at this moment, it was quiet and the rankings did not change.
Tens of thousands of people looked at Jingdu. The Plum Garden suppressed the world.
"Let's go up," Kang Ha-chuan said.
Fang Yun nodded and walked towards the pavilion while talking.
"The Snow Plum Literary Gathering is one of the major literary gatherings of the human race. On the day I stepped out of the Dragon Platform, I had been thinking about it but I couldn't figure it out. After entering Tiger Prison, I recalled the past and thought about that day. I wrote half of the poem 'Divinator' but I couldn't compose the second half. I'll write it first. "
As Fang Yun spoke, he entered the pavilion and picked up his brush to write the first half of the poem 'Divinator'.
"By the broken bridge outside the posthouse, there is no owner. It is already dusk, and I am alone with the wind and rain. "
Sighs filled the air.
Nunu blinked and looked at Ao Huang.
Ao Huang thought about it and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao said softly, "The first half of this poem is probably about recalling the scene in early spring. Beside the broken bridge at the posthouse, a plum tree bloomed alone and no one paid attention to it. It was already dusk, and now there was only one plum tree. Naturally, it was especially sad. But what was even more desolate was that the wind and rain made the plum blossom petals scatter everywhere. "
"Xiao Yun has suffered." Yang Yuhuan lowered her head and wiped her tears. Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly passed her a handkerchief.
Nunu jumped onto Yang Yuhuan's legs and looked at Yang Yuhuan. She cooed softly and comforted her.
Fang Yun continued, "After suffering in the prison, I had already comprehended something. But before I could think of the second half, I was sent out of Tiger Prison. Only after the Moon Tree God's Punishment did I have time to think about the second half. "As he spoke, Fang Yun continued writing.
As Fang Yun was writing, Kang Ha-chuan casually threw out the Literary Reflection Seal. A formless power landed on the paper.
"Without the intention of struggling for spring, a group of flowers jealous. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains. "
After Fang Yun finished writing, his Qi of talent soared into the sky. More than four feet of Qi of talent appeared on the paper.
The poem became a country stabilizing force.
The fragrance of ink drifted through the air, the sound traveled a hundred li, the words glowed, and strange phenomena appeared.
But in the end, a warm aura spread throughout the plum garden.
It was clearly late winter, and even though the plum trees were affected by the power of the Holy Temple, they had not completely bloomed. But after the poem was finished, countless plum blossoms bloomed, filling the air with their fragrance.
The branches of the plum trees were covered in pink, red, and white plum blossoms. There were so many plum blossoms that the branches drooped.
"This …" Kang Ha-chuan was astonished. r1152
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