Saint of the Confucian way

He Yuyu said, "to put it bluntly, it's nothing. The poor family and the gentry are fighting for literary names. The poor family has been pressed by the gentry before. Now there are poor talents like you, who have never been in Jingguo before. Naturally, they want to take the opportunity to get back. However, they should have no malice towards you, otherwise they won't send so many people to you. In fact, they also express a kind of respect and fear of you being careless."

Fang Yun thought quietly and didn't speak.

He Yuyu said, "if you can press the heroes at this poetry meeting, the people of Lishan society will certainly invite you to the Lixia literature meeting in the evening to spread your name. Thank you for pressing the gentry before."

"They have a good idea," Fang Yun said casually, looking out of the window and looking very calm.

He Yuyu immediately said, "since you're not going to steal the limelight at the poetry fair, it doesn't matter, but they must give you enough benefits in the future. You can't rush into battle. They enjoy their success."

Not long after, the carriage left the city and came to Wuli Village, which was very close to the outside of the city.

He Yuyu said: "such cultural meetings are often held out of the city. After all, the city is full of houses. There is no spring to see. Wuli Village has beautiful scenery and Yanghe, a tributary of the Yangtze River. It is the favorite of many scholars. Of course, the green buildings and painted boats here are also unique."

After that, he Yuyu showed a look you know, and Fang Yun smiled.

Most of the two people were talking and Fang Yun was listening. He Yuyu specially said some literati Yin people's harmful means to make Fang Yun be careful.

When he arrived at Wuli Village, he Yuyu showed Fang Daniu the way to Mingyu building, where the poetry meeting was held.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "brother he is a regular guest."

He Yuyu was not embarrassed, but showed a little pride.

The literati and refined scholars of the ten countries all pursue wind and flow. As long as they don't wear official robes, even officials can drink flower wine, but they can't stay overnight.

Not long after, Daniel Fang shouted, "young master, there are too many carriages in front of us. There are guys guiding us. We can't let the carriage in. We can only stop here."

"OK, stop here."

Fang Yun and he Yu got out of the carriage. Fang Yun took out a piece of almost half a liang of broken silver from his purse and gave it to Fang Daniu, saying, "you find a place to eat. We don't know how long we'll leave."

"Thank you, young master." Daniel Fang was overjoyed.

He Yuyu's eyes lit up and his heart was really worth taking refuge in.

Two people get off and walk, and Fang Yun looks around.

On the right is a river about ten feet wide. When the wind blows, the river is sparkling.

On the opposite bank of the river is a dense forest. The shore here is covered with wooden buildings on the second floor, each of which is particularly magnificent and spacious.

These wooden buildings have their backs to the river and face a residential area of Wuli Village.

There were carriages all the way.

The two men went to Mingyu building, displayed the invitation and entered the first floor.

The first floor of Mingyu building is very spacious, with many tables and desks. On the table are all kinds of cakes, cold dishes and drinks, and on the desk are pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Six Leji were playing the piano and flute in the lobby, and the melodious voice echoed in the air.

More than 50 scholars are distributed in the corridors on the first and second floors. Many people hold one or even two women, but more than half of them don't touch women, but get together and talk freely.

The doors of all rooms on the second floor were open, and men's conversation and women's laughter could be vaguely heard.

"Fang Shuangjia!" Gao Minghong waved to Fang Yun loudly.

As soon as these three words came out, all the scholars stopped what they were doing, and even the women looked at the door with surprise.

The music suddenly became chaotic, and the six music girls were distracted by Fang Yun and had to stop playing musical instruments.

The people in the rooms on the second floor also went to the corridor and looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun helplessly bowed his hand, said hello to everyone, and then walked to Gao Minghong.

Only one person saw Fang Yun and quickly walked into room Tianzi on the second floor.

Yue Ji continued to play musical instruments, and Mingyue building returned to normal.

Many people came to Fang Yun and wanted to talk to Fang Yun.

"Fang Yun, you should cheer for our poor family and win the first prize of the poetry club today." Gao Minghong said.

Fang Yun thought that what he Yuyu said before was right. Gao Minghong must have been used as a pen, otherwise he wouldn't have said such words just when he met.

"Today, I only have my mouth but no hands, so I can't write poetry. I'll leave when I'm full." Fang Yun smiled.

The scholars around didn't know what had happened. Some were at a loss. Some thought Fang Yun was joking.

Gao Minghong asked suspiciously, "what happened? We just concluded that you are the Shikui this time. Why don't you participate?"

"Writing poetry is not eating or drinking water. I can't say there is. I'm exhausted today. I really can't write poetry. I hope you'll forgive me."

"What a pity."

Many people sighed.

Just then, a line of young people in luxurious robes came out of the Tianzi room and appeared in the corridor on the second floor, holding the railing.

The music stopped and everyone looked at those people.

One of the scholars with brocade carp patterns embroidered on his clothes bowed his hands to the crowd and said with a smile: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity to host this summer cultural meeting. I wanted to spit out my bitterness, but I heard that Fang Yun's parents came. It's worth the bitterness these days. On behalf of all the people present, I thank Fang Yun, not only for letting us see good poetry, but also for making our scholars proud!" he said, clapping his hands vigorously.

Mingyu building burst into applause.

Fang Yun and a few people feel wrong.

It's obviously a problem that this person first praised Fang Yun and praised Fang Yun to the sky. Moreover, applauding is a high honor for actors and storytellers, but it's a little hasty to applaud a scholar so abruptly.

Gao Minghong on one side immediately said, "he is a big man in the British society. Guan YaoYuan is only a famous family, but his uncle is the head of the official Department of the fifth grade in the capital. He has a good relationship with the two brothers of the Liu family." then he gave Fang Yun a look to be careful.

Fang Yun immediately stood up and bowed his hands to the crowd and said, "brother Guan, I'm just an ordinary scholar. I occasionally wrote a few good poems, and I dare not take credit. Today I'm just here to eat the fresh fish in the Yang River. As for the poetry meeting, it's up to brother Guan."

Fang Yun finished and sat down.

The crowd saw Fang Yun's concession. Some were curious, some nodded secretly, and some were dissatisfied, but several people around Guan YaoYuan sneered.

Guan YaoYuan sighed and said: "Speaking of the poetry club, Guan apologized to you. Because the servants of my family passed the wrong words, which led to the wrong writing of the invitation. This is not a poetry club, but a poetry club. In order to express my apology, the lottery reward for the first, second and third place of this poetry club has doubled. However, since everyone is making poetry on site, they don't care about such a small matter."

"Of course, poetry will be the same."

"It's all cultural clubs!"

All the people helped Guan YaoYuan out.

Gao Minghong flashed an angry look on his face and immediately stood up and said loudly, "brother Guan, you didn't announce it sooner or later. It happened that you changed it after Fang Yun came. Was it because you were afraid of Fang Yun's poem name, so you changed it into a CI meeting temporarily?"

Guan YaoYuan immediately bent down and arched his hands and begged: "Brother Gao, I'm wrong. I'm really wrong. Can't I? Come on, I'll go down and pour you tea. I really don't think so. Even fools know that since Fang Shuangjia can share three poems, there will be no problem with his lyric level. If you don't believe it, you can ask the shopkeeper of Mingyu building and miss Hua Kui Pan'er of Mingyu building. Did I say that poetry is too boring every summer Interesting, we must have a word meeting this year. "

"Gao Minghong, poetry is not divided. You are too aggressive."

"Yes, Guan YaoYuan begged you so much. Don't push an inch."

"Brother Gao, you have to forgive others."

Even some poor scholars helped Guan YaoYuan.

Gao Minghong sat down with a cold hum, and then looked at Fang Yun. His face was very serious.

Fang Yun understood that Guan YaoYuan's position was so high, but now he pretended to be like a grandson in front of Gao Minghong. He must be trying to do something big.

"Is Liu Zicheng trying to stink me? Attack my literary name?" Fang Yun thought.

Guan YaoYuan saw Gao Minghong sitting down and said, "when I finish the following news, you should all doubt me for making trouble. If you don't doubt me, you won't be a man. Because miss Pan'er decided that she would present her first night to the leader of this Ci meeting! End the cleaning of the shepherd!"

"What?"

"When a family member wanted to redeem her and marry her, she refused. How could she die for a word?"

"She won't look at the top armor, will she?"

"Alas, it seems that it came for Fang Shuangjia!"

Mingyu building is a mess of porridge

Gao Minghong was stunned. If Liu Zicheng had arranged it, it would have cost too much. Pan'er is a cash cow of Mingyu building. He is proficient in poetry, songs and Fu. He can even discuss classics and strategies with some scholars. He can earn at least 20000 liang of silver for Mingyu building a year. His high value is terrible.

Gao Minghong hesitated for a moment and whispered to the other side, "it's hard to say. Liu Zicheng can't say anything, miss Pan'er."

He Yuzhu, who came in a carriage with Fang Yun, leaned over and whispered, "you must not leave now. Once you leave the table early, they will spread rumors and cause trouble, saying that you are afraid and bad your name."

Fang Yun smiled. He had always looked light and light, but now there are slight changes.

"If you want to ruin my literary name, you will have to pay a higher price." Fang Yun finished and drank a sip of tea.

Fang Yun didn't lower his voice. The people at the table could hear it. They could only be silent.

Gao Minghong sighed and whispered, "if your literary name is damaged after today, I will find a way to compensate."

"Brother Gao doesn't have to do this," Fang Yun said.

Gao Minghong shook his head.

Without questioning, Guan YaoYuan began to announce the rules of the CI meeting. The rules were very simple. He wrote a word on the spot with the title of "spring", and then it was judged by everyone. If the lyricist was not convinced, he went to the literary academy to test his talent.

The leader of this Ci meeting can not only get the first night of Pan'er, but also get a full 600 liang of silver. The second place is 200 Liang, and the third place is 100 Liang, which is not a small number for most people here.