The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

A three-foot-six-inch orange talent was suspended above it, and it was a poem by Mingzhou.

Ao Huang was not a perceptive dragon. He was furious when he heard that there were few applause and even no comments.

"Why didn't such a good poem get any applause? What a great artistic conception! The meaning of 'the best time of the year is spring, far better than the willows and smoke all over the imperial capital' is very clear. Now is the best time of spring, better than the willows and smoke all over the capital. How wonderful! Have your eyes been covered by the spring rain?"

Fang Yun winked at Ao Huang, who was stunned. His two big dragon eyes turned and realized that the atmosphere was wrong. He sat cross-legged on the chair and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.

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

Ao Huang suddenly realized and said happily: "Fang Yun is really amazing. I didn't expect this poem to have a hidden meaning. Good! Even better!"

The left prime minister's party was secretly proud just now. They relied on the military mobilization to completely obtain the military power of Ning'an County and further restrict Fang Yun. But they didn't expect Fang Yun to fight back with poetry, which made them lose face.

The key is that this counterattack was too fast. Many people analyzed this poem from another angle and found it very sharp.

"The rain on the street is as soft as butter" obviously refers to the change in the capital, and "the grass looks far away but not near", combined with the following text, is alluding to the fact that the left prime minister's party seems strong, but in fact the general trend is gone, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. The last two sentences are about writing that the best time for Jingguo in recent years is now, better than the era when the left prime minister Liushan covered the sky with one hand.

If this poem appeared in the spring of last year, no one would have this association, but now that it has been published, everyone has to imagine it.

The left prime minister Liushan is over fifty years old, wearing a blue university scholar robe, sitting safely on a mahogany chair, and the minister of literature Jiang Hechuan is next to him.

Compared with six months ago, Liu Shan was thinner, with a little graying at the temples, but he looked more energetic. His eyes were the same as usual, like a lake or an ocean, as if they contained strange power, like an ancient city that had been washed away by time and stood on the earth.

But if you look closely, Liu Shan is just an ordinary old man. All his power seems to have dissipated, but the light in the depths of his eyes is brighter than the stars.

Many people noticed Liu Shan's expression, so they secretly observed Fang Yun's expression, wondering if he was intentionally alluding to Liu Shan or unintentionally.

Fang Yun seemed to know nothing. After writing, he bowed to the Queen Mother and the King. Just as he was about to leave, the King said loudly in a baby voice: "Fang Aiqing is very good!"

Fang Yun was stunned. This tone was obviously imitating the Queen Mother, so he smiled gently, looked at the little King sitting next to the Queen Mother, and said: "Thank you for the compliment, King."

"Yeah! Yeah!" The chubby little King smiled happily and nodded vigorously.

The Queen Mother gently stroked the back of the young prince.

Fang Yun could not see the Queen Mother's face behind the veil, but he could feel the warmth in her eyes.

It was not until Fang Yun walked down the white marble steps and returned to his seat that the literary gathering returned to normal, with many people praising loudly.

However, the people at some tables remained silent.

Ji Zhibai sighed heavily, said nothing, and lowered his head to drink his wine.

He Ludong smiled and asked: "Fang Huiyuan, did you write this poem to fight back on the spot because you were forced too much, or did you plan it for many days?"

Fang Yun smiled indifferently, raised his wine glass, and said: "Come on, I'll toast everyone."

He drank it all in one gulp, and no one asked the question again.

Fang Yun picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and was about to eat it when he saw a white shadow flash by his side and Nunu jumped onto his legs.

Fang Yun handed the chicken to the little fox, but the greedy little fox shook his head and said he didn't want to eat it. Fang Yun didn't force it, put the chicken in his mouth, closed his mouth, and chewed slowly without making a sound.

Fang Yun was about to continue eating, when Nunu stood up with a smile, and put his two little front paws on him.

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

Nunu pouted in the direction of Fengtian Hall.

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

Nunu nodded with a smile.

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

Nunu reluctantly crawled on Fang Yun's legs.

Fang Yun presented a unique poem for the literary meeting, which was directly on the literary list, like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the delusion of a few people who wanted to suppress the false saints. Fang Yun dared to rebuke the left prime minister's party with poetry, and if they ran into him head-on, they would be crushed to pieces.

However, the writers from other countries worked hard and still wanted to suppress Fang Yun's masterpiece at the early spring literary meeting.

The Early Spring Literary Association will not set up a competitive literary list like the Snow Plum Literary Association, and will share the ordinary "Ding List", but it will be more intense, because all the recent excellent articles or poems are accumulated on the Ding List.

In the past few months, Fang Yun's poems and essays are still on the Ding List, even if they will be ranked lower over time, it will last for a long time.

The poem "Quanyuan Guanshui" written by Jinshi Chunlie ranks high on it, and with the new poem "Early Spring Drizzle", other literati can only compete for three places on the Ding List.

The great scholars will not compete for literary fame at this time, but the university scholars on the B list and the Hanlin scholars on the C list are competing fiercely.

These people are secretly glad that they are not fighting on the same list with Fang Yun.

One by one, scholars went to the high platform to write their poems. If the talent exceeds one foot out of the county, they will be commented by the Hanlin, and if the talent reaches two feet to the government, they will be commented by the university scholars.

Those who were truly talented did not compete for literary fame at this literary gathering. After all, Xusheng Fang Yun was the first to present his poems, and there is no first in literature. One should be humble when necessary. Not to mention that competing with Fang Xusheng for literary fame would be disliked by colleagues, the key was whether one could preserve his literary reputation.

After eating almost everything, Fang Yun put Nunu on a chair and led the other 29 people to toast the people at the nearby tables. Finally, they toasted everyone with their tongues.

When they returned to their seats, Fang Yun found something wrong and felt that something was missing.

"Where is Nunu?"

Fang Yun first looked at where Yang Yuhuan, Ao Huang and others were, but Ao Huang stretched out his dragon claws and pointed at Fengtian Hall, then showed a headache.

Fang Yun looked and saw Nunu standing upright in front of the dragon chair, with two furry little front paws clasped together, and bowed to the queen mother in a proper manner.

The little prince giggled and was full of curiosity.

The queen mother liked Nunu very much and stretched out her hand to beckon it over.

Nunu tilted his head and thought for a while, then pointed to a fruit plate on the table in front of the queen mother, and then pointed to the side of the queen mother. The fruit plate was full of rare royal fruits, which were not on the tables of other guests.

The little prince did not expect the little fox to come to ask for food, and he laughed even more breathlessly.

Fang Yun rolled his eyes. Nunu had made it clear that he would not go to the Queen Mother unless she gave him something delicious, and would not let the Queen Mother touch him.

The scholars on the side also looked over.

Qiao Juze whispered, "You can tell it's Fang Yun's at first glance!"

The Queen Mother laughed dumbly, picked up a pink, crystal-clear exotic fruit, and handed it to Nunu.

Nunu hesitated again, turned his head to look at Fang Yun, Fang Yun was helpless, and then pretended to be disgusted and waved his hand to signal him to eat quickly.

Nunu quickly stretched his mouth to bite the fruit, and then ate it happily. The Queen Mother took Nunu to her lap. The little fox struggled symbolically for a few times, and then pointed to another fruit.

"I can't control it." Fang Yun shook his head, turned around and sat down, not looking at Nunu.

"If we are not from the same family, we will not enter the same door. The people in your family are bold, and the dragon and the fox are also bold!" Qiao Juze teased.