Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun held his official seal and looked at the time. It's more than a quarter past noon. Calculated by military time, it's 11:18 a.m. it's lunch time, and scholars can participate in the cultural conference while eating.

"OK, I'll go immediately."

Fang Yun got up and went out of the lobby, chatted with Yang Yuhuan, and then handed over the next thing to the staff, who decided what to do.

Being an ordinary county magistrate is a very cumbersome thing. As a virtual saint, Fang Yun needs to pay more attention.

The county government is not only the place where the case is tried, but also the place where many officials live and work. It is a very complex complex complex, including not only the main hall, the second Hall and the third hall, but also the magistrate's house, the county magistrate's house, the master's book house, the history house, various official houses, kitchens, canteens and warehouses. Moreover, the prison is close to the county government, which can also be regarded as a part of the county government.

Fang Yun's residence alone needs to be rechecked in the punishment hall. At the same time, demon iron cavalry and barbarian private soldiers are arranged to guard day and night for 12 hours.

In addition to security, there are also the resettlement of family members and various household settings, and the resettlement of all private soldiers is a big problem.

Fang Yun didn't let all private soldiers follow him. He only took the daily guard, which was composed of two horse manhou, four turtle demon Shuai, 20 dragon vein horse manshuai, 100 demon iron cavalry, 20 Ju people and four Jinshi. This is the minimum daily guard of Xusheng.

After Fang Yun and officials of Ning'an County left the county yamen, private soldiers became busy. Some helped Yang Yuhuan settle down, some began to send and receive documents, and some left the County Yamen and began to visit the people of Ning'an county.

Not long after, the mighty convoy of officials came to Juyue building not far from the county literary academy.

Fang Yun stopped for a moment on the dragon horse luxury car. After a while, when the others got off, he walked meandering with the little fox in his arms and got off the carriage. Ao Huang followed him with beads in his eyes.

Fang Yun prohibited Ao Huang from opening his mouth at the county government office or on a particularly solemn occasion, but the Wen Hui was an entertainment occasion for literati, and he could enjoy himself.

When Fang Yun landed and stood firm, he saw more than 50 scholars standing at the door of Juyue building, bowing together.

"Welcome Lord Xu Sheng."

Fang Yun nodded and said, "you don't have to be polite. Since it's a literary society, I can be just an ordinary Jinshi." Fang Yun said, and walked forward. The people in front separated both sides, slightly lowered their heads and dared not make a mistake.

Those old readers are extremely calm, but some young readers have a slight nervous look on their faces, and everything is captured by Fang Yun's eyes.

Ao Huang looked at these people with a cold hum in his heart. No wonder it's a small place. A literary society is such a person.

However, the private soldiers of the scholars behind Ao Huang were different. Many of them found it bad. They secretly held the official seal and sent a leaflet for Fang Yun, telling Fang Yun that there were too few people this time.

Fang Yun has long seen that Ning'an county is not a lower county like Ji County, but a large county with several countries in ten countries. There must be at least three or five hundred people in this large cultural association, and now, with the officials who follow, there are less than two hundred people.

However, Fang Yun didn't say anything. He continued to walk inward and finally sat down at the table nearest to the high platform of the cultural conference.

When the people sat down one after another, they saw an old man over 50 walking up the high platform of the meeting, looking at Fang Yun with apology and saying, "as the host of this meeting, I apologize to Fang Xusheng. Because I don't know when you will arrive, the meeting will be held normally. At this time, it has been held for two quarters of an hour, and many people have written words. I hope Fang Xusheng will forgive me."

Fang Yun smiled and said, "it was a CI meeting. Then go on. I won't participate today. I'll just be a spectator."

The host hurriedly said, "Fang Xusheng, if you don't participate in the cultural meeting for the first time, if it is publicized, there will be curfew people who say that you despise hundreds of thousands of people in Ning'an county and disdain to write poetry in Ning'an county. Besides, you are famous for poetry. It's unreasonable not to write a famous poem when you visit Ning'an county."

Lao Ju smiled and spoke with the power of strategists, which made people feel no disgust at him.

When Fang Yun heard this, he knew that these people had set a trap related to poetry. If he left now, he would be labeled with a big hat. What was afraid of poetry, what was arrogant, what disdained to write poetry in Ning'an, and so on.

Fang Yun asked, "since it is a CI club, it must need the name of the CI card. What are the requirements?"

Fang Yun has long studied the poetry of Shengyuan continent. In some aspects, it lags behind the Tang and Song dynasties of ancient China, but in some aspects, it is ahead. For example, there are far more types of word cards than the Tang and Song Dynasties, but there are only many word cards, and few good words. After all, poetry has received unprecedented attention in recent years.

The poems examined in the imperial examination have strict rhyme restrictions, but the Literary Association is relatively loose. Generally, the literary association with rhyme restrictions will explain it two days in advance to make people prepare. After all, once rhyme restrictions are imposed, people's thinking will become rigid. Ninety nine percent of the good poems were not made in the examination room in either the Shengyuan mainland or the imperial examination of the Tang Dynasty.

The host said, "this Ci meeting is not limited to word cards, as long as spring is the topic. Fang Xusheng, you can be called a local bookcase and can write poetry at will. Why don't you go on stage and write a poem about spring for the people of Ning'an county?"

Fang Yun pondered and thought about the means of these people, but he had no clue, because there were too many means to attack people at the conference, and some clearly simple words could be attacked.

Fang Yingwu suddenly got up and said with a smile, "Fang Xusheng went to Qingguo cultural war first. He came to Ning'an County immediately before he had a rest for a few days. He was very tired. I think it's better to let him rest for a while and let him play at the end of the CI meeting. As a Xusheng, he is the most noble and naturally should play last."

Fang Yun's scholars and private soldiers agreed one after another.

Yu Bachi also said, "when county magistrate Fang first arrived in Ning'an, he was tired. I think it's better to have a rest."

"Yu Dianshi said quite well!" a small official without grade suddenly opened his mouth.

A large number of officials looked at the ordinary little official with a strong color of warning and threat in their eyes.

The official was only in his twenties. He was thin and weak. His throat moved gently. He was swallowing saliva. He didn't dare to look at those people and bowed his head.

Subsequently, small officials supported Fang Yun continuously. Finally, a total of five officials stood on Fang Yun's side.

Fang Yun's private soldiers smiled, which meant that only on the first day, Fang Yun tore a slight hole in the officialdom of Ning'an County by means of communication!

Ao Huang laughed. He used to think Fang Yun was too weak, but today it's a means of thunder, which suits his temper best.

Fang Yun winked at Fang Yingwu. Fang Yingwu nodded and understood that Fang Yun meant to protect the five people without any loss.

Later, Fang Yun took out the official seal from the drinking River shell, held it in public, sang softly, and saw five lights flying out and falling on the five officials!

From now on, as long as the five officials are located within the scope of the holy temple and call Fang Yun, Fang Yun can know it for the first time. If five people are killed, Fang Yun can help with the power of the holy temple.