The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Fang Yun held the official seal in his hand and looked at the time. It was now a quarter past noon. In military time, it was 11:18 in the morning. It was lunch time, and scholars could eat and participate in the cultural gathering at the same time.

"Okay, I'll go there immediately."

Fang Yun stood up and walked out of the lobby, chatted with Yang Yuhuan for a few words, and then handed the next matter to his staff to decide what to do.

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

The county government office is not only a place where cases are tried, but also a place where many officials live and work. It is a very complex building 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 and the principal's house. , Dianshi's house, officials' rooms, kitchen, dining hall, warehouse, etc., and the prison is close to the county government office, so it can also be regarded as part of the county government office.

Fang Yun's residence alone needs to be re-inspected by the execution hall, and at the same time, demon iron cavalry and barbarian private soldiers are arranged to guard it day and night, non-stop for twelve hours.

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

When Fang Yun went out, he did not let all the private soldiers follow him. He only brought his daily guards, consisting of two horse barbarians, four turtle demon commanders, twenty dragon-veined horse commanders, a hundred demon iron cavalry, and twenty Juren Composed of four Jinshi, this is Xu Sheng's lowest standard daily guard.

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

Not long after, a huge convoy of officials arrived at Juyue Tower, not far from the County Academy of Literature.

Fang Yun first stayed in the Longma luxury car for a while. After a while, he waited for the others to get off, then he meandered away with the little fox in his arms and got off the carriage. Ao Huang followed behind, his eyes darting around.

Fang Yun prohibited Ao Huang from speaking randomly in the county government or on particularly solemn occasions, but the Wenhui was an entertainment venue for literati, and he could enjoy it as much as he wanted.

When Fang Yun landed and stood firm, he saw more than fifty scholars in front of him standing at the door of Juyue Tower, bowing together.

"Welcome to Lord Xu Sheng."

Fang Yun nodded and said: "You don't need to be polite. Since this is a literary society, there is no distinction between superior and inferior. Just treat me as just an ordinary Jinshi." After Fang Yun finished speaking, he stepped forward. The people in front stood on both sides. He lowered his head slightly, not daring to make any mistakes.

The older scholars were extremely calm, but some of the younger scholars showed slight nervousness on their faces, and everything was captured by Fang Yun's eyes.

Ao Huang looked at these people and snorted in his heart, no wonder it was a small place and a literary society only had so many people.

However, the private soldiers of scholars behind Ao Huang were different. Many of them realized that something was wrong. They secretly held the official seal and sent a letter to Fang Yun, telling Fang Yun that too few people came this time and there might be something fishy.

Fang Yun has long seen that Ning'an County is not a lower county like Ji County, but a large county among the ten countries. Such a large cultural gathering must have at least three to five hundred people, and now with the officials who followed, There were less than two hundred people in total.

However, Fang Yun said nothing and continued walking inside, finally sitting down at the table closest to the Wenhui high platform.

Everyone sat down one after another, and saw an old scholar who was over fifty years old walked up to the high platform of the literary meeting, looked at Fang Yun apologetically, and said: "As the host of this literary meeting, I would like to apologize to Fang Xusheng." . Since I don’t know when you will arrive, the literary meeting will be held as usual. It has been held for two quarters of an hour and many people have already written lyrics. I hope Fang Xusheng will forgive me.”

Fang Yun smiled and said: "It turns out to be a speech party, so you can continue. I will not participate today and will only be a spectator."

The host hurriedly said: "This is your first visit to Ning'an County, Fang Xusheng. If you don't participate in the cultural meeting, if word gets out, there will definitely be people who say that you look down on the hundreds of thousands of people in Ning'an County and disdain to work in Ning'an County." Write poems in An County. Besides, you are famous for your poems, so it would be unreasonable to visit Ning'an County and not write a famous poem."

Lao Juren was smiling all over his face, and there was a faint hint of the power of a political strategist in his words, which made people unable to feel the slightest disgust towards him.

When Fang Yun heard this, he knew that these people had set a trap related to poetry. If he left now, he would definitely be slapped with big hats, such as being afraid of poetry, being arrogant, and disdainful of being in Ning. An composed poetry and so on.

Fang Yun asked: "Since it is a CI meeting, we must have a CI brand name. 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 poems than in the Tang and Song Dynasties, but there are just more poems and very few good poems. After all, poetry has only received unprecedented attention in recent years.

The poems tested in the imperial examination all have strict rhyme limits, but the rhyme limit is relatively loose for the literary meeting. Generally, the rhyme limit for the literary meeting will be explained two days in advance so that people can be prepared. After all, once the rhyme is limited, it will make people think. Rigid. Whether it is the Shengyuan Continent or the imperial examinations of the Tang Dynasty, 99% of the good poems were not written in the examination room.

The host said: "This poetry meeting is not limited to poetry cards, as long as the title is spring. Fang Xusheng, you can be called a standing bookcase, and you can compose poetry casually. Why don't you go on stage now and compose one for us people in Ning'an County?" How about chanting the words of spring?”

Fang Yun pondered, thinking about these people's methods, but he had no clue, because there were too many ways to attack people at the cultural conference, and some simple words could be attacked.

Fang Yingwu suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "Fang Xusheng went to the Qingguo literary war first, and he came to Ning'an County immediately without a few days of rest. He is very tired. I think it is better to let him rest for a while and let him go on stage at the end of the poetry meeting. As a Xusheng, he is the most honorable, so he should go on stage last."

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

Yu Bashi also said: "County Magistrate Fang has just arrived in Ning'an and is tired from the journey. I think it is better for him to rest for a while."

"Yu Dianshi is right!" A clerk without rank suddenly spoke.

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

The clerk was only in his twenties, thin and weak, his throat moved slightly, and he was swallowing saliva. He did not dare to look at those people and lowered his head.

Afterwards, a series of clerks supported Fang Yun, and finally there were a total of five clerks standing on Fang Yun's side.

Fang Yun's private soldiers were smiling, which meant that on just the first day, Fang Yun had used his all-powerful means to tear a tiny hole in the officialdom of Ning'an County!

Ao Huang laughed. He always felt that Fang Yun was too weak in the past, but today he used thunderous means, which suited his temper best.

Fang Yun winked at Fang Yingwu, who nodded, understanding that Fang Yun meant to protect these five people and not to lose them.

Then, Fang Yun actually took out the official seal from the Yinjiang Shell, held it in public, and with a slight hum, five rays of light flew out and fell on the five officials!

From now on, as long as these five officials are within the scope of the Holy Temple and call Fang Yun, Fang Yun will know it at the first time. If the five people are killed, Fang Yun can use the power of the Holy Temple to help them from a distance.