No one had expected Fang Yun's poem, "Divinator? Praise of Plum Blossoms ", to trigger a rare phenomenon.
"Is it spring in winter?"
The phenomenon of spring in winter was very unique and rarely triggered by poems. Once it was triggered, it would appear every year at this time, year after year. Usually, only the power of the Saint Path could trigger such a phenomenon.
In the future, the plum blossoms in the garden would bloom early every winter. It was enough for everyone in the capital to visit and become one of the most famous places in the capital.
For scholars who wanted to leave their names in history, such a phenomenon was very valuable. They would rather exchange ten years of their lives for it.
"Look, flowers bloom from a dead tree." A young man pointed at a dead plum tree.
"What!"
"Where is it?"
"Then it's not spring in winter. It's a more advanced phenomenon."
Many people stood up and walked over to take a closer look. Indeed, the plum tree was dead. Its roots had been dug out, but it was still blooming like a living plum tree.
"I … feel hot!" an old scholar said.
"This is the power of spring in winter. Old gentlemen, you are all lucky! If anyone has a chronic disease, it will either disappear or get better, "Chen Hanlin said loudly with a smile.
"I've heard that spring in winter has such power!"
"No wonder even the Minister of Wen was so surprised."
"Haha, Fang Zhenguo, good job! If the chronic disease is alleviated, it will allow us old fellows to live for another year or two. If anyone has a breakthrough, it will be equivalent to increasing their lifespan by a few decades. "
Suddenly, a kind-looking old man appeared in a corner of the garden. The old man looked ordinary, so no one paid attention to him. But Chen Hanlin, who was standing in the pavilion, noticed the old man. His expression changed. Just as he was about to say something, the old man waved his hand. Chen Hanlin quickly shut up and looked away.
A few people noticed Chen Hanlin's abnormality. They looked in the direction Chen Hanlin had been looking at, but it was empty.
"Spring in winter is good. But it's not better than this poem! Although the Old Man is from the Snow Party, I have to thank the Minister of Wen for forcing Fang Zhenguo to become a member of the Plum Party and writing such a good poem. Fang Zhenguo's poem, 'No intention to struggle for spring. He wanted to be a quiet member of the Snow Clique, but he had no intention to be a member of the Plum Clique and fight for the spring! "
"Distorting the meaning of the text! How could the Snow Gang know the plum blossom poem? He clearly said that Fang Wenhou had no intention of fighting with these aristocratic families, but in the end, he provoked their jealousy and hatred! "
"Stop arguing. I think the last two sentences are better. The first two sentences were lonely, the next two were sorrowful, and the last two were envied. "Zero ground into the mud and crushed into dust" was extremely tragic, and then the meaning of the text was sublimated. The fragrance of the plum blossoms was still there! No matter how the enemy attacked, even if the Moon Tree God Punishment came. You can only kill Fang Yun's body, but you cannot harm Fang Yun's name! "
"The winter plum blossoms are proud of the cold. If Fang Zhenguo fights against the scum of the human race alone, even if he fails, he will still be fragrant."
"No wonder people gave him the nickname Mad Monarch. 'I have no intention of struggling for spring, but with a single move, I will cause the crowd to be jealous.' Other than Fang Zhenguo, who else in the world could say that? Who would dare to say such a thing! This poem was already ranked first in the literature rankings. It's better than the scholars of the Ten Nations! "
"There are already people in the rankings who are appreciating this poem. Those who originally thought that Fang Yun couldn't write a good poem have all shut up and are full of praises."
"One of the Eight Talents, Duan Yaohai, has posted on the rankings, saying that this poem is the best poem in the world to praise the plum blossoms. If the predecessors can't match it, it will be difficult for the future generations to catch up!"
"Congratulations, congratulations!" Qiao Juze and the other Scholars were at the side, congratulating Fang Yun together.
Fang Yun smiled and returned the greeting. When he was imprisoned, these wives and concubines of the Scholars had been helping Yuhuan.
Qiao Juze sighed and said, "A few months ago, I thought that the gap between Fang Yun and me was not big. Today, I realized that the gap between Fang Yun and me is ten Ji Zhibai's!"
Many Scholars nodded.
Fang Yun nodded and said seriously, "Oh, it seems that the gap between us is not big."
Everyone was stunned.
"Pfft …" Zhao Hongzhuang was drinking tea, but in the end, she spat out all the tea in her mouth and sprayed it all over Ao Huang's face. Then, she coughed and laughed. Yang Yuhuan pursed her lips and gently massaged Zhao Hongzhuang's back with a smile.
Ao Huang looked at Zhao Hongzhuang aggrievedly. He wanted to laugh too, but in the end, he was choked back by the tea in his face.
Nuu pointed at Ao Huang's face and laughed out loud.
Then, the sound of tea being sprayed could be heard continuously. Many people clapped their hands and laughed. Those words had really tarnished Ji Zhibai's reputation.
Qiao Juze pointed at Fang Yun and said to the crowd with a smile, "Look at this iron mouth of Fang Yun. Once he opens his mouth, he will ruin people's reputation. Whoever offends him will be really unlucky! "
"Fang Yun's ability to make up stories is not inferior to his poems. This reminds me of his sentence, 'Eyes on the buttocks, only recognizing clothes and not people'. He's really not to be trifled with!"
"In the future, if we say that there is a difference of a few Ji Zhibai's, it will be a scolding."
"If Ji Zhibai hears Fang Yun's words, he will be so angry that he will vomit blood."
The laughter in the plum garden was endless.
Fang Yun continued to look at the rankings. Someone actually posted his rebuttal to Ji Zhibai and his joke just now. A large number of scholars praised his previous words for being very reasonable, and many said that after reading Fang Yun's words just now, they laughed on the spot.
In the pavilion, Chen Hanlin smiled and said, "I have to note it down. At next year's Snow Plum Literary Meet, there will be interesting things to talk about."
Everyone smiled knowingly.
The Snow Plum Literary Meet did not move for a long time. That was the respect that the scholars had for Fang Yun. None of them contributed poems. After a full quarter of an hour, there were people from all over the ten nations who continued to recite poems and praise the plum blossoms.
In the plum garden, Chen Hanlin looked at the Minister Kang Ha-chuan and said, "Minister, since you asked Fang Yun to compose a poem about plum blossoms, why don't you give a brief comment on this' Divinator '?"
Kang Ha-chuan nodded and said, "Weathering wind and frost without discouragement, the first hundred flowers without pride, falling into the mud without sorrow, leaving only their fragrance, having bones and heart, a good poem! This year, the Plum Party has won! "
After Kang Ha-chuan finished speaking, he got up and walked out slowly.
Everyone immediately got up to send him off.
Fang Yun did not want Yang Yuhuan to stay up late, so he left with the Minister. Ao Huang finally got to attend a literary meet and was very reluctant to leave, but still obediently flew behind Fang Yun.
"Ah, Fang Yun is really cunning. He didn't give me a chance to surpass him! If I recite a poem about plum blossoms, my name will definitely be on the list! "Ao Huang shook his head and sighed.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "We haven't left the plum garden yet, so recite a poem about plum blossoms on the spot!"
"Huh? Do you really want me to recite a poem? I won't stand on ceremony then! "
"Go ahead," Fang Yun said as he stopped in his tracks.
Kang Ha-chuan also stopped in his tracks. He smiled and looked at Ao Huang, wanting to see what good poem this little true dragon could come up with.
The surrounding scholars looked at Ao Huang curiously. There were indeed outstanding Dragons, but they were only a minority.
Ao Huang pondered for a moment and pretended to look around the plum garden. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he raised his head to yell, "I've thought about it! One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces. Five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces. They can't even be seen when they fly into the mud! How about it, okay? Do you have the domineering aura of the Dragons? Can I write a poem that will be passed down to the world? You can even give me a country guardian! "
Everyone was dumbstruck.
Nunu was stunned, her little eyes wide open. She was completely shocked by Ao Huang's limerick. Her little face seemed to say, "You call this a poem?"
Finally, Zhao Hongzhuang couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.
Yang Yuhuan also lowered her head and giggled. Su Xiaoxiao's shoulders trembled as she covered her mouth and giggled.
Many of the scholars could not help but laugh. There was no harm in treating this poem as a game. After all, it was interesting. However, Ao Huang's shamelessness was unprecedented. He was famous throughout the world and was the guardian of the country.
Fang Yun laughed and scolded, "This poem can be used as a nursery rhyme for a six-year-old child. What country guardian? Hurry up and go home with me. Don't embarrass yourself here. "
"You're jealous of my talent! Just you wait. I'll spend money to bribe people to flatter this poem and then say it was written by you. Later generations will definitely think it's a good poem! "Ao Huang said angrily.
"You've learned to be smart!" Fang Yun laughed and left with Minister Wen.
They got on Minister Wen's eighteen flood dragon carriage. Fang Yun and Minister Wen sat together. The others sat opposite. Minister Wen waved his hand. The curtains in the middle were drawn, separating the two sides.
Fang Yun looked sideways at Kang Ha-chuan.
Kang Ha-chuan's white hair was scattered behind his back. His white eyebrows were slender, his face was rosy, and his gaze was deep, as if a starry sky was hidden within.
"You're quite eloquent. You refuted Ji Zhibai until he was speechless."
"My tongue is sharp, it's not worth mentioning," Fang Yun said modestly.
"However, there's one thing you've seen clearly. I came to the Snow Plum Literature Meeting to appease the people. "
"This student can see that."
Kang Ha-chuan smiled and said, "However, I didn't expect you to compare me with the Sage of Arithmetic, Liu Hui. At that time, you were so impassioned. Even I didn't expect myself to be so great."
Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "As long as the reasoning isn't wrong, it's fine. As for bringing out Liu Sheng, it's just a debate method. It's a small trick."
"Your brain is different from normal people. Even I found it hard to forcefully link this matter to Liu Sheng. I was afraid that you were too scholarly when you were the substitute county magistrate. Now that I see that your debating skills aren't inferior to the famous scholars, I know that you're well-versed in the ways of adaptation and have a high ability to adapt to situations. I'm relieved. "
"The Student Council will do its best to govern a county."
Kang Ha-chuan nodded and suddenly sighed softly, saying, "Just now, everyone commented on your poem, 'Divinator?' 'Praise of the Plum Blossom', but they didn't hit the nail on the head. They thought that the sentence, 'Ground to dust, only the fragrance remains as old as before', had already passed. However, I see that you have the determination to compete with me for the Holy Road, and even more so, you have the determination to protect Jingguo! Even if you're ground to dust, you have to carry out your own ideas. The fragrance of your plum blossom is your Holy Road! "
Fang Yun was shocked. When he chose this poem, he didn't realize it clearly. However, after Kang Ha-chuan pointed it out, he realized that he was the same as Lu You in the past. Even if he was ostracized by the officials and abandoned by the imperial court, he still firmly chose to be in the pro-war faction!
Even if he died, he had no regrets.
Fang Yun nodded slightly and agreed with Kang Ha-chuan's words. He admired these old scholars even more. Although there were certain limitations of the era, they had reached a height that ordinary people couldn't reach in many aspects.
Kang Ha-chuan said slowly, "Wen Ying went to the Ancient Barren City to train, and I don't know when he will return. Jingguo is full of talents, but the only one who can truly compete with the Left Minister is the Old Man. If anything happens to the Old Man, the Left Minister will dominate the imperial court again. You are a hidden dragon, but you are still too young. What you need now is to accumulate experience, not to compete with the Left Minister. "
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