Sai Shilang immediately gave Fang Yun a look and asked him to think about it.

Right Prime Minister Cao Dean also looked at Fang Yun, but his face was still calm.

Xiao Guogong immediately said: "Brother Lei, you also underestimate my Jingguo No. 1 person." If Fang Zhenguo doesn't agree to you, then how can he be an example of a literati? I, a Jingguo literati, how can I be suppressed by you, a Lei family!"

Among the old people sitting at the table, there was finally an old Hanlin who couldn't help it, and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, Lao Tzu pointed at your father's nose in the court and scolded, if you are presumptuous again, I will break your legs in the past!

Tens of thousands of people bowed their heads and chuckled, and many ignorant children laughed.

"The eighth father of the king gave birth to a son of a turtle! The eighth father of the king gave birth to a son of a turtle...... Woo......" A child just shouted a few words before an adult covered his mouth.

The little fox shrank in Fang Yun's arms, laughing evilly, and its two front paws were still together, making it look like a turtle crawling.

Xiao Guogong's face was flushed, whether it was identity or status, he was higher than the old Hanlin, but he didn't dare to reply on the Chongyang Old People's Day, even if he didn't say half a word, the hundreds of old scholars would inevitably rush over with crutches, and he and King Kang's Mansion would inevitably become the laughing stock of the Ten Kingdoms.

"Can you say a few words about the little princess, are you trying to force us to be loyal here?" said Sai Lang slowly.

"You ......" Xiao Guogong wanted to scold Sai Shilang for being rebellious, but when he saw the eyes of many officials in the seat on the right, he had to swallow the words back into his stomach and bow his head to drink.

Xiao Guogong's left hand shook slightly.

King Qin and the Qing monarch side almost have similar meanings, it may be the power of the princes and princes to seize the throne, or it may be the anger of the ministers and traitors, and although the meaning of loyalty is not as direct as that of King Qin or Qing Jun, the essence is the same.

Since the Eastern Han Dynasty Bajun stabbed the traitors, the anger of the ministers has happened repeatedly, and the law has not been held accountable every time.

The small country is just a lifter. Unlike Zuo Xiang, who is a scholar, once the anger is aroused, the ministers will inevitably take action, they are not powerless literati.

Xiao Guogong drank a glass of wine, gritted his teeth, he lowered his head, and the most in his eyes was not anger, but horror.

He didn't expect that Fang Yun would have such a great appeal in Jingguo, and there would be officials who were willing to launch the side of King Qin or Qingjun for him, once this excuse was implemented. Not to mention that he is just a national prince, the entire Kangwang Mansion may be destroyed by the Jingguo scholars.

Even if it's only the most extreme possibility, it's terrifying.

It was only at this time that Fang Yun understood the difference between the officials in the capital and the local officials.

Tong Luan, the left attendant of the military department, coughed lightly and said, "Don't be impatient, everyone. I also think that the Lei family's mention is unfair, but if you don't dare to fight and give up, no one in the world will laugh at you. ”

Zhao Hongxiang looked at Fang Yun anxiously. I hope Fang Yun doesn't agree.

Yang Yuhuan's face was calm as usual, looking at Fang Yun's face quietly, and there was even a faint smile in her eyes, because she believed that no matter what. Fang Yun's choice must be the best.

Fang Yun raised his head slightly, and said, "How can Tong Shilang talk about 'not daring'? Do you not dare to defend the Two Realms Mountain by my human race, or do you not dare to rush into the barbarian tribe?"

Tong Luan immediately said: "The two 'dare' you said need to sacrifice your life, so you naturally have to weigh the weight. You and the Lei family are just betting on a poem. There is no damage, if you don't agree, you naturally don't dare. After all, you are my Jingguo literati role model. We cannot just take advantage of it without fulfilling our responsibilities. ”

"Does that Tong Shilang dare to show your guts?" Fang Yun asked slowly.

The conversation of the people was carried out with the spring thunder of the tongue, and the tens of thousands of people present could hear it clearly.

Many people nodded lightly, scholars should have the courage of Fang Yun, even if the other party is a Guogong, a member of the Lei family, and a Hanlin who has been famous for many years.

Tong Shilang's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile: "I got a dragon's brain inkstone not long ago, which is condensed from the dragon's brain of the demon marquis Jiaolong, and it is a first-class inkstone. A natural pair with that ink Jiao pen wash. If you can really get Jian Ming's ink Jiao pen wash, then my dragon brain inkstone will be given to you. If you don't become the leader today, you must give me the first copy of your Zhenguo poem. ”

The audience was in an uproar, this dipterocarp inkstone is several times more precious than the ink Jiao pen wash, not to mention Hanlin Wenbao, even the university scholar Wenbao can't compare.

Dragon's brain into an inkstone, dragon marrow into ink, is the best inkstone or ink ingot between heaven and earth, even if the dragon is not as good as the ordinary dragon family, not as good as the real dragon, but after all, it is a dragon species.

After the death of dragons, it is difficult to retain borneol, and only under special conditions or deliberately sealed by people can the borneol inkstone be formed, which is much more precious than keel dragon horn scales.

The dragon brain inkstone combined with the ink developed by the dragon's blood ink ingot can greatly improve the power of war poems, and the demon marquis dragon brain inkstone is enough to increase the power of a war poem by fifty percent!

Ordinary literati could not directly refine the dipterocarp inkstone into a literary treasure, and only by sending the dipteroctor inkstone to the saints or the former residence of the saints, after a long time of baptism, could they be refined into a literary treasure.

Fang Yun had a lot of inkstones on hand, and he even got the Hanlin Wenbao inkstone in the holy ruins, but that inkstone only sealed a Hanlin war poem, which could not increase the power of the newly written war poem by half.

The four treasures of pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and study can increase the power of war poems, but the inkstone is more special, except for the legendary rare and rare inkstone of the dragon brain inkstone, only the dragon brain inkstone can increase the power of war poetry, which is not possible with any other inkstone.

"Tong Shilang, this is crazy, right?"

"Well, he's not necessarily crazy, he's wise. He thought that Fang Yun would lose, so he deliberately took out this kind of artifact. Every time the Ten Kingdoms appear a dipterocarp inkstone, it will attract attention, if Fang Yun is defeated, this dipterocarp inkstone can make the name of Fang Yun's failure spread more widely. What's more, this old thing is close to the left phase, and doing so will definitely win the favor of the left phase. ”

"Later, when Tong Shilang met Fang Yun, he took out the dragon brain inkstone, and Fang Yun was afraid that it would be ...... Alas......"

"The dragon brain inkstone and the ink Jiao pen wash complement each other, which is enough to make the power of the pen wash stronger, I really hope that it will end up in Fang Yun's hands. ”

"It's too hard, it's too hard......"

Fang Yun and Tong Luan looked at each other on the right and left.

"What, do you want to prove that you really don't dare?" asked Tong Luan with a smile.

"Since Tong Shilang is so sincere, then I will accept this gift. Then, as you said, if I can write the leader, then I will get this dragon brain inkstone, if not, I will give you a copy of the first poem of the town. ”

"That's very good! Please help you keep it. Tong Luan said and threw the dipterocarp inkstone to Cao De'an.

Cao Dean held the dipterocarp inkstone in his hand and stroked it gently, while several scholars next to him looked hot, not to mention others.

The shape of the dipterocarp inkstone is dark red stone, the surface is oily and smooth, and the strange lines are faintly visible inside, which is full of fatal attraction to every reader.

Ink Jiao brush wash, dragon stone and dragon brain inkstone became the focus of the Chongyang Literary Society, and everyone talked about it, and in the fragrance of chrysanthemums and dogwoods, they almost forgot that today was the Chongyang Literary Society.

When the sun was on the third pole, someone suddenly shouted: "There is a great Confucian coming." ”

Everyone looked in the direction of the capital together, and saw two people in purple robes flying on white clouds. (To be continued......)