Gyeongo's Minister of Culture stood up and said, "Fang Xusheng's poetry is worth more than a thousand gold coins, not to mention the original. As for those who are not guilty, although they are just clansmen who have been implicated or people who have been sold, there are a lot of them. They are already used to the Kingdom of Qing, and I am afraid that returning to the Jing Kingdom is not what they want. I hope that Saint Fang Xu will not blame them. "
The Qing Emperor said, "Minister of Culture is right. I hope Fang Xusheng can understand."
Fang Yun said expressionlessly, "Let's settle them in Xiangzhou. It is very convenient."
The Qing Emperor took a deep breath, his face red with anger. All the Gyeongo officials clenched their fists, their joints cracking. They were all so angry that they almost exploded.
Fang Yun's words were basically saying that Xiangzhou was Gyeongo now, but would soon become Jingguo!
He was treating Gyeongo as if they were nothing!
The Jingguo officials were still angry before, but now they were laughing in their hearts. No wonder Fang Yun could become Xusheng. Just his mouth alone could anger Jingguo people to death.
The Qing Emperor's eyes flashed with coldness. He said slowly, "Based on Fang Xusheng's words, Gyeongo's Xiangzhou is in your pocket?"
"Everything depends on effort," Fang Yundao said.
The Qing Emperor suddenly smiled and said, "How about this? If you can win the literary battle, then I will agree to your poem in exchange for the person. If you lose the literary battle, the person will remain, but the poem will also remain! How about it? "
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Okay, then I will write a poem and gift it to this dancer. Regardless of whether I win or lose the literary battle, this poem will belong to Gyeongo."
"Good! Fang Xusheng is straightforward. I look forward to it. Servants, bring the four treasures of the study! "
The Gyeongo officials were certain that Fang Yun would definitely lose the literary battle and gain a good poem for free. The anger of being looked down upon by Fang Yun also slowly dissipated.
The Gyeongo eunuchs immediately removed the food on the table and replaced it with the best four treasures of the study.
Fang Yun picked a Wolf-Marquis pen from the pen holder.
Everyone's eyes widened because the Wolf-Marquis Brush was the hardest brush that the human race could use. Its bristles were as hard as needles. Without reaching the first level of calligraphy, the Marquis Brush would definitely pierce through the paper, making it impossible to write complete words.
Fang Yun chose the Langhou Brush. It was obvious that he wasn't going to write any good poems. His brush was like a knife. What about poetry?
Many Gyeongo people looked worried.
The Qing Emperor had a smile on his lips. He held a wine cup in his hand and wanted to see what kind of poem Fang Yun could compose.
Fang Yun didn't care about what others thought. He continued to write and recite.
Three thousand miles away from his homeland.
Twenty years in the palace.
A song of Mulan.
Her tears fell in front of you.
When the poem was completed, a peculiar sense of sadness emerged from the poem. It spread out in all directions.
The dancers cried together, and the sadness was thick.
Those with high literary positions only sighed, but the eyes of the musicians, eunuchs, and palace maids turned red. Many of them cried silently.
But after a moment, the officials of Gyeongo were furious. They wanted nothing more than to go up and tear the poem apart.
The Qing Emperor was stunned at first. His eyes were wide open in anger. He suddenly realized, but it was too late.
"Pa …" The porcelain cup in the Qing Emperor's hand was crushed. Blood flowed from between his fingers.
The brush was like a knife, and the poem was like a sword.
"Aiya! Emperor! " The eunuch at the side rushed over, but the Qing Emperor raised his leg and kicked the eunuch, who was usually very favored, in the stomach. He kicked him down the steps. The back of his head hit the ground, and with a groan, he fainted.
Blood flowed from the back of his head.
The Qing Emperor threw away the broken cup in his hand and wiped it on his yellow robe. He looked at the fainted eunuch with disgust and said, "Drag him out, you eyesore."
The guards and eunuchs at the side hurriedly dragged the eunuch away and cleaned him up. Some of the junior eunuchs were secretly happy. This eunuch had fallen out of favor, and they had a chance to be promoted.
Assistant Minister Sai glanced at the general of Gyeongo's Hanlin Academy, Xin Zhi. He smiled and said, "Good poem! Good poem! "
He Ludong pretended to be surprised and asked, "What's good about it?"
Assistant Minister Sai said, "The two lines, 'Three thousand miles from home, twenty years in the palace.' The former refers to distance, the latter refers to time. They match up neatly. Dare I ask, other than time and space, what else can trap people? The palace is deep and profound. Just the three thousand miles and twenty years show that Fang Xusheng's writing skills are experienced and precise. It is not something that ordinary people can compare with. These two lines can be called the finest of palace poems. It is difficult for the predecessors to match them, and difficult for future generations to surpass them. Of these two sentences, only Fang Xu Sheng's' thousands of sails are not worth mentioning 'can compare to the hatred of these two sentences. "
The Jingguo people pretended to nod, but they were actually very happy. Assistant Minister Sai pointed at the Qing Emperor's nose and scolded, "The dancers and palace maids hate you! Their hatred is unprecedented! "
The Qing Emperor lowered his head and looked at the table, not saying a word. Appreciating poetry was the duty of a scholar. In the past, there was an emperor who interrupted him. He was considered a wise emperor, but he was belittled by a group of scholars and was cursed for a long time.
Moreover, even if he dared to stop them, the Jingguo people would not stop talking. The more he stopped them, the more humiliated Gyeongo would be.
He Ludong asked again, "What's so good about the last two lines?"
Kang Ha-chuan continued, "The pitiful dancer was locked in the palace for twenty years. Her home country was thousands of miles away, and she had completely cut off all ties with Jingguo. However, because of a song, 'Ode of Mulan', she was used by a scoundrel and forced to cry in front of the emperor. The first two lines are ruthless, but the last two lines are heartless! "
The dancer could no longer control herself. She fell to the ground and wailed.
There were many officials from Xiang Province who lowered their heads and wiped their tears with their sleeves.
The scholars from Xiang Province had always been suppressed by Gyeongo. No matter how they fought for their rights, it was all in vain. In the end, they either became numb to it or secretly hated it. Why would they fight so hard? They would leave Xiang Province, go to the Ancient Lands, or go to the Notre-Dame? They would rather die in battle than be discriminated against.
Assistant Minister Sai was only from Hanlin, so he did not dare to say too much. However, Kang Ha-chuan was a great scholar, so he did not need to care about the Qing Emperor's anger.
Kang Ha-chuan was a sentimental person. Seeing the dancer fall to the ground and cry, his eyes reddened. He said, "Fang Xusheng's poem is not about the palace maid's hatred, nor is it about the palace's hatred, but about the people of Xiang Province's hatred! When he was young, the Old Man met people who escaped from Xiang Province. He once saw him shouting in the streets, 'We're all humans, so why is the Independent Xiang Province like this!' "
The sleeves of the Xiang Province officials were even more wet.
A few young Xiang Province officials clenched their fists tightly and gritted their teeth. Tears slowly slid down their faces.
The evil that Gyeongo had inflicted on the people of Xiang Province would never disappear!
Fang Yun silently put away his brush.
Ao Huang lowered his head and wiped away his tears. He gritted his teeth and said, "The Left Prime Minister of Jingguo has a bellyful of evil tricks, but the Empress Dowager is a smart person. This Gyeongo, on the other hand, is clearly muddle-headed! When two countries were fighting, they pulled out a woman to be the scapegoat. Luckily, Fang Yun was responsible enough to directly redeem these people. If it were anyone else, they would have been pushed out, beaten to death, and then used to slander them. "
However, some Gyeongo officials were still angry. The Qing Emperor's anger had not yet subsided, because Fang Yun's poem had hit a sore spot for all the emperors.
To treat a palace maid like this, and in fact, she was one of their own people, this was heartless!
The emperor and the emperor could be unjust, could be rude, could be untrustworthy, could be incompetent, but they could not be heartless.
A heartless emperor was the basic requirement of the Confucian school for a country's emperor. If a country's emperor was criticized for being heartless, it was the most extreme accusation in the Saint Origin world.
The Jingguo officials had already prostrated themselves in admiration of Fang Yun. It was clearly a sudden incident, but Fang Yun could not only use a poem to turn the situation around, but also accuse the Qing Emperor of being cruel and heartless, creating the most sufficient reason for the civil war in Xiang Province and the recovery of lost territory.
Once this poem spread, it was enough to resonate with the people of Xiang Province.
(To be continued)
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