Saint of the Confucian way

Three feet and six inches of orange can float on it, which is a poem of Mingzhou.

Ao Huang was not a discerning dragon. He was very angry when he heard few cheers, and even no one commented.

"Why didn't such a good poem applaud? How good the artistic conception is!" the meaning of 'it's the best spring of the year, and it's better than the imperial capital full of smoke and willows' is very clear. Now it's the best time of spring, better than the capital full of smoke and willows. How good, are your eyes covered by the spring rain? "

Fang Yun winked at Ao Huang. Ao Huang was stunned, and the two big longans turned. He realized that the atmosphere was wrong. He was honest and set his hands on the chair and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao dipped her hand in clear water and wrote the word "Liu" on the table.

Ao Huang suddenly realized and said happily, "Fang Yun is really powerful. I didn't expect that there is a mystery in this poem. Good! Better!"

Zuo Xiang's party was also secretly proud. It completely obtained the military power of Ning'an County by virtue of military mobilization and further restricted Fang Yun. But I didn't expect Fang Yun to fight back with poetry, which made them lose face.

The key is that the counterattack is too fast. Many people analyze the poem from another angle and find it extremely sharp.

"The light rain on the sky street is as smooth as crisp" obviously refers to the change of weather in the capital, while "the grass color is far away, but there is no near". In the following text, it implies that the left-wing party seems to be strong, but in fact, the general trend is gone, and the outside is strong and the middle is dry. The last two sentences are written that the best time of Jingguo in these years is now, better than the era when Zuo XiangLiu mountain covered the sky with one hand.

If this poem had appeared in the spring of last year, no one would have this association, but now it comes out, people have to think about it.

Zuo XiangLiu mountain is over half a hundred years old. He is dressed in a scholar's robe of Qingyi University. He sits safely on a mahogany chair with Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan beside him.

Compared with half a year ago, Liushan was a little thinner. Its temples were a little white, but its spirit was more hale and hearty. Its eyes were the same as usual, like a lake like the sea, as if it contained strange power, like an ancient city washed by years standing on the earth.

But take a closer look, Liushan is an ordinary old man. All the power seems to have dissipated, but the light in the depths of his eyes is brighter than the stars.

Many people found Liu Shan's face, so they secretly observed Fang Yun's expression and wanted to know whether he was deliberately alluding to Liu Shan or unintentionally.

Fang Yun seemed to know nothing. After writing, he bowed his hands to the Empress Dowager and the monarch and was about to leave. The monarch said in a loud voice: "Fang Aiqing is very good!"

Fang Yun was stunned. The tone was obviously imitating the empress dowager, so he showed a gentle smile, looked at the little monarch sitting next to the Empress Dowager and said, "thank you for your praise."

"Hmm! HMM!" the chubby little king smiled happily and nodded hard.

The Empress Dowager gently stroked the little monarch's back.

Fang Yun could not see the Empress Dowager's face behind the veil, but could feel the warmth in her eyes.

It was not until Fang Yun went down the white marble steps and returned to his seat that the cultural conference returned to normal, and many people praised it loudly.

It's just that people at some tables are always silent.

Ji Zhi Bai sighed heavily, didn't speak, and bowed his head to drink muggy wine.

He Ludong smiled and asked, "Fang Huiyuan, are you forced to fight back with this poem on the spot, or are you brewing for many days?"

Fang Yun smiled calmly, raised his glass and said, "come on, I'll give you a toast."

Drink it up and no one asks this question again.

Fang Yun took a chopstick of chicken and was about to eat when he saw a white shadow flash by and nu jumped on his leg.

Fang Yun handed the chicken to the little fox. Unexpectedly, the greedy little fox shook his head and said he didn't eat it. Fang Yun didn't force him to put the chicken in his mouth, shut his mouth and chew it slowly without making a sound.

Fang Yun was about to continue eating. Nu Nu got up with a smile and put two small front paws on him.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yun asked in a low voice.

Nu Nu nuzui in the direction of Fengtian hall.

"Where do you want to go?" Fang Yun asked.

Nu Nu smiled and nodded.

"Not now. I'll have a chance to take you there." Fang Yun stroked Nu Nu's small head and continued to chat with others.

Nu Nu reluctantly crawled on Fang Yun's legs.

Fang Yun presented a new poem for the cultural conference, which went straight to the top of the list, like a basin of cold water, watering out the delusion of a few people to suppress the virtual saint. Fang Yun dares to reprimand the Zuo Xiang party in poetry. If they hit head-on, they will be crushed to pieces.

However, scholars from other countries worked hard and still wanted to beat Fang Yun at the early spring cultural conference.

Will the early spring Literary Association set up a competitive literary list like the Xuemei Literary Association, sharing the ordinary "Ding list", but it is more intense, because all the recent excellent articles or poems have been accumulated on the Ding list.

A few months ago, Fang Yun's poems are still high on the Ding list. Even if the ranking will be reduced over time, it will last for a long time.

Jinshi spring hunting's breath returning poem "watching the water in the spring garden" tops it. Coupled with the new poem "early spring drizzle", other scholars can compete for only three places in Ding list.

The great Confucians would not compete for literary titles at this time, but the great scholars in B list and the scholars in C list were in full swing.

These people are secretly glad not to fight with Fang Yun.

One scholar after another went to Gaotai to write their own poems. If there is talent more than one foot out of the county, it will be commented by the Hanlin. If there is talent two feet into the government, it will be commented by the University scholar.

Those really talented people didn't compete for the title at the conference. After all, Xu Shengfang Yun was the first to offer poetry, and there was no first place in the text. When it was time to be humble, they should be humble. Competing for the title with Fang Xusheng without saying that they would be disgusted by their colleagues. The key is whether they can protect the name of the full text.

When he had almost eaten, Fang Yun put Nu on his chair and led the other 29 people to propose a toast to the people at several tables nearby. Finally, he made a toast to everyone with spring thunder on his tongue.

When he returned to his seat, Fang Yun found something wrong and felt that something was missing.

"Where's the slave?"

Fang Yun first looked at the place where Yang Yuhuan, Ao Huang and others were located, but Ao Huang stretched out his dragon claw to the Fengtian hall, and then showed a headache.

Fang Yun saw that the slave was standing upright in front of the Dragon chair, with two furry front paws clasping fists and bowing to the Empress Dowager in a regular manner.

Xiaoguojun giggled, full of curiosity.

The Empress Dowager loved the slave very much and reached out to invite it to pass.

Nu Nu tilted her head, thought for a moment, pointed to a fruit plate on the table in front of the empress dowager, and pointed to the Empress Dowager's side. There are rare Royal fruits on the fruit plate, not on the table of other guests.

Xiaoguojun didn't expect the little fox to beg for food. He was out of breath with laughter.

Fang Yun turned his eyes. Nu Nu said it very clearly. If she didn't give delicious food, she wouldn't go to the Empress Dowager and let the Empress Dowager touch it.

The scholars on one side also looked at it.

Qiao juze whispered, "I know it's Fang Yun's!"

The Empress Dowager smiled, picked up a pink crystal strange fruit and handed it to nu.

Nu Nu hesitated again and turned to Fang Yun. Fang Yun was helpless. Then he pretended to dislike it and waved to it to eat.

The slave quickly touched his mouth and bit the fruit, and then ate happily. The Empress Dowager took the slave to his leg. The little fox struggled symbolically twice and pointed to another fruit.

"I can't manage it." Fang Yun shook his head, turned and sat down, and didn't go to see nu.

"It's not a family. If you don't enter a family, your people are bold, and so are the dragon and fox!" joked Qiao juze.