The three-foot-six-inch orange talent is suspended on it, which is the poetry of Mingzhou.

Ao Huang is not a dragon with vision, he hears very few applause, and no one even comments, and he is angry.

"Why is such a good poem not applauded? How good the artistic conception is!'The most is the benefit of spring in a year, and it is better than the smoke and willows in the imperial capital' The meaning is very clear, and now is the best time for spring, better than the capital full of smoke and willows. How good, have your eyeballs been clouded by the spring rain?"

Fang Yun gave Ao Huang a look, Ao Huang was stunned, the two big dragon eyes turned, realized that the atmosphere was wrong, honestly crossed the chair, and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.

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

Ao Huang suddenly realized and said happily: "Fang Yun is really powerful, I didn't expect this poem to hide a mystery." Okay!

The left prime minister's party was still secretly proud, relying on military transfers to completely obtain military power in Ning'an County, further restricting the party's movements. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun returned his hand and counterattacked with poetry, which made them lose face.

The point is that this counterattack is too fast, and many people analyze the poem from another angle and find it extremely sharp.

"The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp" obviously refers to the change of the sky in the capital, and "the grass color is close but no", in connection with the following text, it is an insinuation that the party of the left prime minister seems to be strong, but in fact, the general trend has gone, and the outside is strong and the middle is dry. The last two sentences are written, the best time for Jingguo in these years is now, better than the era when Zuo Xiang Liushan covered the sky with one hand.

If this poem had appeared in the spring of last year, no one would have associated it with this, but now that it has come out, everyone has to think about it.

Zuo Xiang Liu Shan is over half a hundred years old, dressed in a Tsing Yi University robe, sitting peacefully on a mahogany chair, surrounded by Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan.

Compared with half a year ago, Liu Shan has lost a little weight, his sideburns are a little white, but his spirit is more vigorous, and his eyes are the same as usual. Like a lake and a sea, it seems to contain strange powers, like an ancient city that has been washed over the years, standing on the earth.

But if you look closely, Liu Shan 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 noticed Liu Shan's complexion, so they secretly observed Fang Yun's expression, wondering if he was intentionally alluding to Liu Shan or unintentional.

Fang Yun didn't seem to know anything, and after finishing writing, he bowed his hand to the Queen Mother and the monarch, and was about to leave. The monarch said loudly in a milky voice: "Fang Aiqing is very good!"

Fang Yun was stunned for a moment, this tone was obviously imitating the Queen Mother, so he showed a gentle smile, looked at the little monarch sitting next to the Queen Mother, and said, "Xie Guojun praises." ”

"Uh-huh!" the chubby little monarch smiled with joy and nodded vigorously.

The Queen Mother gently stroked the back of the little monarch.

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

It wasn't until Fang Yun walked down the white marble steps and returned to his seat that Wenhui returned to normal. Many shouted praise.

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

Ji Zhibai sighed heavily, didn't speak, and lowered his head to drink stuffy wine.

He Ludong smiled and asked, "Fang Huiyuan." Did you fight back with this poem because you were persecuted too much, or did you think about it for many days?"

Fang Yun smiled indifferently, raised his wine glass, and said, "Come." I would like to give you a toast. ”

After a drink, no one asked the question again.

Fang Yun sandwiched a chopstick chicken and was about to eat it. I saw a white shadow flash beside me, and the slave jumped onto his lap.

Fang Yun handed the chicken to the little fox, but the little fox, who had always been greedy, shook his head and said that he would not 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, but the slave stood up with a grin, and put his two small front paws on him.

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

The slave nodded in the direction of the Heavenly Temple.

"Want to go there?" Fang Yun asked.

The slave grinned and nodded.

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

The slave reluctantly prostrate on Fang Yun's legs.

Fang Yun presented a unique poem to the literary meeting, which went straight to the list, like a basin of cold water, dousing the delusion of a few humanities to suppress the void saint. Fang Yun dared to rebuke the left prime minister and his party with poetry, if they collided head-on, they would inevitably be crushed.

However, the literati of other countries worked very hard, and still wanted to overpower Fang Yun's masterpiece at the early spring literary meeting.

Will the early spring essay set up a competitive essay list like the Xuemei Wen Club, sharing the ordinary "Ding Bang", but it is more intense, because the Ding Bang has accumulated all the excellent articles or poems recently.

In the past few months, Fang Yun's poems are still on the list, even if they will be lowered in the ranking over time, they will continue for a long time.

The Huiqi poem "Spring Garden Watching Water" on Jinshi Spring Hunting is at the top of it, and with the new poem "Early Spring Drizzle", there are only three places on the Ding List that other literati can compete for.

The great Confucians will not compete for literary fame at such a time, but the bachelors of the second list and the Hanlin of the third list are in full swing.

These people were secretly glad that they were not fighting with Fang Yun.

One after another, the scholars went to the high platform to write their own poems, and if there was talent more than one foot out of the county, it would be commented by Hanlin, and if it was two feet to reach the mansion, it would be commented by the university scholars.

Those really talented people did not compete for the name of the article at this literary meeting, after all, the Xusheng Fang Yun was the first to present poems, and there was no first in the text, so he should be humble when he should be humble, and he competed with Fang Xusheng for the name of the article and not to mention that he would be disgusted by his colleagues, whether he could keep the full name was the key.

When he had almost finished eating, Fang Yun put the slave on the chair and led the other twenty-nine people to toast the people at several tables nearby, and finally toasted everyone with their tongues blooming spring thunder.

Back in his seat, Fang Yun found that something was wrong, and felt that something was missing.

"What about slaves?"

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

Fang Yun saw that the slave was in front of the dragon chair, standing upright like a human, with two small furry front paws clenching into fists, and bowing his hand to the queen mother in a proper manner.

The little monarch giggled, full of curiosity.

The Queen Mother liked the slave very much and stretched out her hand to beckon it over.

The slave tilted his head and thought for a while, pointed to a fruit plate on the table in front of the Queen Mother, and then pointed to the Queen Mother's side. The fruit bowl was full of rare royal fruits, which were not on the table of the rest of the guests.

Xiao Guojun didn't expect the little fox to come and beg for food, and he laughed even more breathlessly.

Fang Yun rolled his eyes, the slave "said" very clearly, if you don't give you delicious food, you won't go to the Queen Mother's side, and you won't let the Queen Mother touch it.

The jinshi on the side also looked over.

Qiao Juze said in a low voice: "At a glance, you can know that it belongs to Fang Yun's family!"

The Queen Mother smiled dumbly, pinched up a pink crystal exotic fruit, and handed it to the slave.

The slave 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 it to eat quickly.

The slave quickly reached out and bit the fruit, and then ate it happily, and the queen mother took the slave to her lap, and the little fox symbolically struggled twice, and then pointed to another fruit.

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

"It's not a family, it's not a family, your family is bold, and the dragon and fox are also bold!" Qiao Juze laughed. (To be continued......)