He Ludong immediately stepped forward to stop him. "The person chosen by Gu Xiang is very inappropriate. Previously, the two of them were about the same age as Fang Xusheng, so it was normal for them to give gifts. However, Zong Wuyuan is quite old, and he is a Hanlin scholar. He can't be considered a young man in Gyeongo. "
Zong Wuyuan stepped forward and smiled. "Compared to Fang Xusheng, our achievements are insignificant. We can all be considered young men. It's just a title, General He. Don't be so calculative. Moreover, the three of them are getting older. Other than me, there doesn't seem to be anyone suitable. Otherwise, someone in Gyeongo would have stood up to oppose. General He, please ask. "
He Ludong looked at the scholar in Gyeongo and was speechless.
Most people in Gyeongo felt that it was normal. Zong Wuyuan was indeed qualified to say such things. As a direct descendant of the Half-saint family and a thirty-year-old Hanlin scholar, if he wasn't qualified to speak, then no one present was.
However, Fang Yun noticed that some of the officials had cold expressions. They were obviously disgusted by Zong Wuyuan's words.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "That's right. Brother Wuyuan is very famous. He became a Hanlin scholar before he was thirty years old. He can be considered the leader of Gyeongo's younger generation."
Those who were disgusted by Zong Wuyuan became even more disgusted when they heard this.
Zong Wuyuan's eyes flashed. He immediately took off the sword at his waist and said, "A sword is given to a hero, and a poem is given to a famous scholar. Fang Xusheng is both a hero and a famous scholar. Naturally, a sword and a poem should be given to him. This sword is not ordinary. It is the sword of a famous general in Gyeongo, Gu Qingyuan. "
When they heard the name "Gu Qingyuan", the smiles on many Jingguo people's faces disappeared. Even Fang Yun's expression changed slightly.
A hundred years ago, Gu Qingyuan was known to be unparalleled in military strategy. He suppressed Jingguo and now Yongzhou, which was adjacent to Xiangzhou. It was Gu Qingyuan who took it away from Jingguo.
At this moment, everyone knew that there was something wrong with the poem given by Zong Wuyuan.
They saw Zong Wuyuan holding the sword with both hands and slowly reciting the poem.
"Wanderers all go to Jingguo,
A sword is worth a thousand gold.
When we break up, we give each other gifts.
My whole life, my heart. "
Many Jingguo people were confused at first, but they soon became angry. However, they could only suppress their anger in their hearts.
This poem looked very ordinary on the surface. He only said that Fang Yun wanted to go back to Jingguo, and Zong Wuyuan gave him the sword. It represented one's sincerity, and the words were shallow but deep. It was a good poem in itself.
However, a scholar was not a brute. Many poems and essays were not as simple as they appeared on the surface.
Fang Yun was already on his guard. After hearing this poem, he immediately thought of an allusion from the Records of the Grand Historian.
According to the Records of the Grand Historian, the Son of Ji met Xu Jun. Xu Jun liked the sword in the Son of Ji, but he didn't ask for it. The Son of Ji could tell. However, the Son of Ji wanted to travel to another country with his sword. He didn't say anything.
When Ji Zi returned from his diplomatic mission, he was prepared to gift the sword to Xu Jun. However, Xu Jun was already dead. Thus, Ji Zi hung the sword on a tree branch in front of Xu Jun's grave.
This was a story that was praised by the ancients.
If Yan Yukong used the same allusion and the same poem, it must be sincere. However, if it was written by Zong Wuyuan, it was obviously cursing Fang Yun to die.
If Zong Wuyuan was not a member of an aristocratic family. In the face of such a curse, Jingguo had the right to directly appeal to the Punishment Hall and investigate this person. After all, it was a very serious offense and a breach of etiquette. However, Zong Wuyuan was not only a direct descendant of an aristocratic family, but Zong Wuyuan was also still alive. Even if they shed all pretense of cordiality and sued Zong Wuyuan, there would be no results in the end. At most, Zong Wuyuan would verbally admit that he was wrong and shouldn't have used the allusion.
The people of Jingguo were full of anger.
Some of the Qing people looked pleased. A battle of poems, essays, and words were the skills of a scholar. The Qing Kingdom had lost a province, and cursing Fang Yun could be considered a way to vent their anger.
However, most of the scholars of the Kingdom of Qing, who were of higher rank, lowered their heads slightly. It was clear that they disdained to participate in this kind of conflict. However, being in the Kingdom of Qing, they could not oppose their fellow countrymen. They could only remain silent.
Fang Yun knew that the people of Gyeongo were laughing at him and wanted him to lose control of his emotions and say something rude. However, he smiled indifferently.
Whether it was Zong Wuyuan, Lord Qing, or others, they all did not understand why Fang Yun did not care.
Gyeongo's minister of culture was cunning. He immediately coughed lightly and cupped his hands. "Fang Xusheng, the three of us in Gyeongo have finished presenting our poems. If you don't mind, please give us one in return. You are someone who is leaving, so according to tradition, there is no need to write a farewell poem. Right now, it is spring. The peach blossoms are blooming and the river is surging. Any scene can be used in a poem. "
Fang Yun smiled. "I want to write two poems. Since this is Jiangnan, the first one will be 'Reminiscing Jiangnan'. "
"We await Xusheng's masterpiece!" Gu Fu took a step back to show his respect.
Fang Yun put his hands behind his back and raised his head slightly to look at the Yangtze River.
Most of the people present nodded slightly. Some even bowed slightly to show their respect for Fang Yun.
Fang Yun walked slowly to the Shili Pavilion and began to recite a poem.
"Jiangnan is good. The scenery is old. The flowers on the river are red at sunrise, and the water is green like blue in spring. How can it not reminisce Jiangnan? "
After Fang Yun finished reciting Bai Juyi's famous poem, the praises were thunderous.
"Good!"
"As expected of Fang Xusheng. He also wrote it on the spot. One person is better than three scholars!" An old scholar from Gyeongo was not stingy with his praise.
"The colors are strong, and the colors are exceptionally bright. A single word describes the beauty of Jiangnan in spring!"
At this moment, the people from Gyeongo were discussing the matter. No one dared to criticize, and no one was willing to criticize. After all, it was written very well.
"The flowers on the river are red at sunrise, and the water is red in fire. It should be the red flowers by the river, right?"
"It's hard to say. The rising sun can dye the waves in the river red. "
"Green like blue is used well. The green of the river is greener than the dye used to make green. The bright colors are vivid in front of my eyes."
Everyone was discussing, but their voices suddenly quieted down. It was because a young Jinshi suddenly asked.
"Fang Xusheng has never been to Jiangnan. Why did he say 'the scenery is old'? How can he be familiar with the scenery if he hasn't seen it? "
Zong Wuyuan and the others' faces darkened. They did not speak.
Everyone looked at each other and thought carefully. Someone suddenly understood.
This sentence clearly meant that many places in Jiangnan were Jingguo's territory. As a Jingguo citizen, Fang Yun should have been familiar with them. If this statement was true, then the meaning of the first sentence was too obvious.
Rather than reminiscing about Jiangnan, it was better to say that Fang Yun returned to Jiangnan as a victor.
The people of Jingguo nodded and smiled. They roughly understood Fang Yun's intention in writing this poem. Fang Yun only used one poem to prove that he was the victor and to strike back at Zong Wuyuan from a higher level.
Jiangnan is good because the scenery of the past will reappear.
Just like how the people of Jingguo could not strike back at Zong Wuyuan, the people of Gyeongo could not reprimand Fang Yun. Moreover, Fang Yun did not personally attack. He wrote the poem as a victor. Even if they admitted the metaphor, they could not blame him.
Gu Fu did not want the situation to continue to be awkward, so he said, "Fang Xusheng, where is your second poem?"
Fang Yun glanced at Zong Wuyuan and then looked deeply at Qing Jun before turning to leave. As he walked, his words were like spring thunder.
"In the future, when Bensei arrives at the palace of Gyeongo, I will bring this sword and give my second poem to Qing Jun."
Qing Jun's expression changed dramatically.
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