Fang Yun flipped through the letters while replying to his friends. When he was done with most of the letters, he received a reminder from Qiao Juze and finally remembered that there was a very important literary gathering today.
Jingguo was located in the north of the Saint Origin World. It was chilly outside the city in the first month of the lunar year, and there were no new shoots in the woodland or busy farmers in the fields. However, there were already faint greenery in the city.
For scholars who valued talent and Literary Name, spring was an excellent season as it represented the budding of all things, getting rid of the old and ushering in the new. It represented a better beginning.
Every year, on the 15th day of the lunar year, on the day of the Spring Hunt, various places would hold literary gatherings.
Every year, on the night after the Ten Nations Spring Hunt, which was the night of the 18th day of the first lunar month, early spring cultural gatherings would be held all over the country. From that day until the beginning of summer, the scholars who had been silent for the entire winter would become active again.
Due to the fact that the spring rain affected the harvest of the year, various places would continuously hold literary gatherings to pray for rain every year, resulting in the proliferation of literary gatherings. It became a scene of spring for the human race that lasted for hundreds of years without interruption.
The beginning of "rain" in the 24 solar terms was around the time of the early spring literary gatherings. This solar term affected the precipitation in all parts of the Ten Nations apart from the north, which also affected the yield of crops. Hence, the annual literary gatherings were of great significance and were often held in the palace. The monarch would personally preside over them and pray to the heavens for rain to express his respect to the heavens.
Even if it didn't rain on that day, the ministers of various countries would mobilize the power of the temple to make it rain in the capital city on behalf of the heavens in response to the prayers of the monarch.
The capital city was located in the north and there was no rain in the first month of the lunar year. Usually, it would only rain in February, but the early spring literary gatherings would still be held on that day.
Fang Yun initially didn't want to participate in the early spring literary gatherings, but every year before the early spring literary gatherings, the capital cities of various countries would commend the Scholars who participated in the Spring Hunt and then let a newly minted Scholar present a poem on behalf of the Spring Hunt.
Fang Yun had long been designated as the person who would present the poem. If it were someone else, the chosen person wouldn't dare to go on stage. The tens of thousands of scholars who participated in the literary gatherings wouldn't agree to it either.
After lunch, Fang Yun accompanied his family for two hours before starting to study.
Ever since Fang Yun became a Tong student, he didn't have any rest. There was almost no time for him to rest. He was studying all the time.
It was almost evening. Only then did Fang Yun get into his Dragon Horse limousine. He took Yang Yuhuan, Su Xiaoxiao, and Ao Huang to the Imperial Palace with Little Meteor in his arms.
As soon as the Dragon Horse appeared, all the carriages on the road stopped. Regardless of whether they were ordinary cows or horses, they were all intimidated by the Dragon Horse's aura. No matter how hard the driver tried, he wouldn't budge.
Fang Yun listened to the endless "Jia" sounds, he felt very helpless. He couldn't do anything about this kind of thing, because the Draconic Horses themselves couldn't restrain their aura, and they were not True Dragons like Ao Huang. If it wasn't for an important occasion like the Early Spring Cultural Meet, he would never have taken the Dragon Horse Luxury Car.
In the carriage, Ao Huang looked at Fang Yun and begged, "Fang Xusheng, can you write a poem for me? Let this Dragon Bull go this once! Last time at the Spring Festival Cultural Gathering, this dragon was too unlucky. Just as I finished reciting your poem, I encountered the Hall of Rites punishing the Lei family, and the Fire of the Three Rites descended from the heavens. No one praised this dragon at all, angering this dragon to death! Let me go in your place this time. "
"When we reach the palace, if you still want to recite a poem for me, then you can go."
Ao Huang blinked. Thinking about how he was almost struck to death for the Night Pearl in the palace, he was hesitant.
Along the way, the family chatted and laughed. Yang Yuhuan would occasionally lift the curtain to look out the window, but once she was seen, she would immediately close the curtain. She did not want others to see her.
But Ao Huang liked to stick his big face out of the curtain and laugh for a while. Seeing everyone's shocked expression, he enjoyed it very much.
After not seeing each other for a few days, the little fox was desperately sticking to Fang Yun. It had been lying in Fang Yun's arms, refusing to leave no matter how he persuaded it.
When the carriage arrived at the street where the palace was, the carriage slowed down. This was because there were too many people coming to the palace today. The royal family, the civil and military officials, the scholars of the capital, etc. It was so crowded that not even a drop of water could trickle through.
Fortunately, in the entire capital city, only Fang Yun's carriage was pulled by a pure-blooded Dragon Horse. There were no horses on the road, so it was relatively smooth even on the congested road.
When they arrived in front of the palace, Fang Yun held Yang Yuhuan's hand when they alighted from the carriage as usual. When Yang Yuhuan got off the carriage and stood still, he looked at the palace.
In front of him was the moat of the palace, and further ahead was a square. The square was filled with guests who were participating in the cultural meet before the time was up.
The main gate of the palace and the doors on both sides were tightly shut.
As soon as Fang Yun appeared, he immediately attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people present.
"Fang Xusheng is here!"
"It's really Fang Xusheng!"
The people who were chatting excitedly shut up and looked at Fang Yun together.
99% of the people looked at him with a trace of unprecedented fanaticism!
Fang Yun not only made Jingguo number one on the Ten Nations Spring Hunting List, he also broke the previous records and suppressed the other nine nations. He had more points on the list than all the other nations combined. That was a miracle that had never happened in any era.
The gag order of the hunting ground was only to prevent accidents from happening. After being verified by the Punishment Hall, some things were lifted one after another. For example, everyone knew that Fang Yun had written the Five Wonders Medical Book in the hunting ground, but the fact that he had obtained the medical sutras was kept a secret.
For example, Fang Yun and the Ten Nations Scholars joined forces to kill the avatar of the Lord of Plagues, but the details were not announced.
Half-saint Wang Jinglong had personally spoken, and any doubts were suppressed. No one dared to question the words of the Half-saint.
If the Ten Nations Grand Tournament was to compare the literary achievements of the young scholars of each nation, the Spring Hunting Ground was to compare the military achievements of the new generation of each nation.
At least for this year, Jingguo would be able to claim to be a powerful human nation!
In the 200-year history of Jingguo, that was a moment that had never happened before!
Fang Yun was used to everyone's behavior. He cupped his fists at the crowd and continued to walk forward.
Since the left side was the most important, in the early spring literary gatherings of previous years, the important figures would enter from the left gate while the rest would enter from the right gate. The main gate in the middle would never be opened. The early spring literary gatherings did not allow the palace to open the main gate.
Fang Yun walked towards the left gate with his family, and the people on the road made way for him while greeting him.
"Thank you, Fang Xusheng, for making Jingguo proud!"
"He's the pillar of the nation and the leader of the human race!"
"The casino is open to bet on the rankings of each nation in the Spring Hunting Ground. Although I lost tens of thousands of taels of silver, it was a great loss! I really hope that I lose every year! "
"Thank you, Fang Xusheng, for making our Jingguo Literary Name!"
Yang Yuhuan and Nunu were overjoyed, and so was Ao Huang. She thought that these people had good taste, unlike those idiots who only knew how to criticize Fang Yun.
In front of the left gate, a group of people with the highest status in the literary gatherings gathered.
However, other than the ministers, who had to attend, the scholars were not present. Most of them were scholars and Hanlin scholars.
The 29 people who participated in the Spring Hunting Ground had already arrived early and were standing in front of the left gate. As Jingguo's most outstanding officials, their status today was comparable to that of the scholars.
However, among these people, there were four middle-aged scholars who were different. Even though the four of them were still wearing their uniforms, the aura they exuded surpassed that of the other scholars!
That was because the four of them had been promoted to Hanlin scholars!
That was also one of the main reasons why everyone was so excited!
Fang Yun was able to promote people who had been stuck in the Scholar position for many years. His ability was like a saint and should be worshipped in the Saint Origin World! (To be continued)
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