Not long after, Zeng originally sent Ji Mengxian's "Seeking Fang Yunxuan".

Fang Yun read carefully.

"Since Confucius's book "Spring and Autumn", Dun narrates the people, the monarch and the minister, the father and the son, the upper and lower, the respect and the humble, the rank is like a crown and cannot be reversed. Qingguo Fang Yun, the inferior people, the land is poor and lowly......"

The text laughed and scolded, scolding Fang Yun to the point of blood, although some of the basis is completely chasing after the wind, but the writing is brilliant, and anyone who sees it will be moved. The prose is inherently inflammatory, emotion first, literary style second, and facts come second.

When Fang Yun read this article, he began to frown, then his face was full of anger, and then he regained his composure, but when he saw the end, he smiled, and immediately passed the book to Zeng Yuan after reading it.

"He is worthy of being the champion of Qingguo, this person has the ability of a prime minister and the talent of a literary minister!"

Zeng Yuanqi said: "How can you speak for the enemy?"

"This person has the talent of appearance, but he has no virtue. It's a pity. Fang Yun passed the book again.

"Sure enough, it is Fang Zhenguo, which comes out once in a thousand years, and others use the text to crusade against you, but you praise and regret it. ”

"If it's that kind of lame abuse, I'll rebuke it and cover my nose and walk around. Although this article is slightly flawed, it is a rare good article. Please ask Brother Zeng to help me report to Ji Mengxian, I am willing to exchange Mingzhou poems for the original manuscript of this article. ”

"Haha, even if Chen Lin wrote "Seeking Cao Cao" back then, a generation of great Confucian Cao Gong did not have such a mind. ”

"The literati are both light and heavy, this person's talent is real and false, if you know that you can change your mistakes, you are very good. Although I look at this person, although he laughs and scolds, he does not belittle the credit for attacking me, but he is also saved. Come, what else is there to crusade against me, all those who are on the literary list will be passed on to me, I want to have a good time reading it today! Overcoming thorns and thorns is grinding, traveling thousands of miles is grinding, and facing the scolding of thousands of people is also grinding!" Fang Yunshu came out angry.

"Do you really want anything?"

"Those poems that scold and slander at every turn don't read them. Looking at their writing dirty my eyes, I want to see it literary and interesting. Fang Yundao.

"Okay, then you wait. ”

Subsequently, Zeng Yuan kept sending all kinds of poems accusing and even attacking Fang Yun.

Fang Yun lowered his head to read, sometimes lightly, sometimes sneering, sometimes shouting funny, sometimes praising the wonderful pen, but he would often be so angry that his eyes widened, and even turned off some of the books. But in the end, they will be opened and read to the end.

Fang Yun read them one by one, and since the fifty-first letter, he has been smiling and occasionally complimenting.

Since then, all the slander and curse have passed like clouds, and they can no longer make Fang Yun angry.

After reading a thousand poems, it was already the second half of the night, and the sky in the east was already a little bright. Fang Yun felt a little sore in his back, so he stood up and walked lightly.

Fang Yun smiled and took a few steps. I heard a strange crisp sound coming from his palace, like a stone striking each other, calm and powerful, and instantly spread for thousands of miles.

Within a thousand miles, all the brave people woke up.

The examiner in the reading room of the State Academy of Literature looked up sharply. Zhao Jingkong, the beggar emperor's uncle who didn't read the papers at all, suddenly looked at Fang Yun, where the Fang family was located, and the noodles on his beard shook lightly and fell to the ground.

Gezhou Mu put his pen and said with a smile: "Okay! This person's courage is not only as strong as a stubborn stone in the second realm, but even a stubborn stone has a voice. There is another person in my Jingguo who is expected to become a fearless person. One step further, it is the stubborn stone to give birth to jade, and the last is the completion of the two realms of literature and courage. Even Jianmei Gong didn't reach the Three Realms of Literature and Courage. ”

"I'm really lucky to wait. The sound of the stubborn stone only spreads for thousands of miles, unless it is in a place like the Holy Courtyard or the capital of various countries, which is full of talents, it may not be encountered once in a few years. This time, the sound of stubborn stones is all over Jiangzhou, and many people who are above or above are afraid that they are laughing. ”

"That's natural, he is bold and loud, and I am bold and resonant, so the possibility of our breakthrough has increased a little. ”

"I just don't know which Hanlin or university scholar is brave and successful, if he knows, he will definitely congratulate him. ”

"Wait for the list to be released tomorrow, and then thank you together. ”

"Good. ”

The examiners continue to mark the examination papers.

The joy in Zhao Jingkong's eyes dissipated, replaced by confusion, and he saw his fingers move lightly, and a finger-long noodle on the ground rose upside down into the air and stuck to his beard again.

"Huhu ......" but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Jingkong sat on the Taishi chair again, tilted his head and fell asleep, the brush in his hand fell to the ground with a click, and the brush rolled down, leaving ink marks of different shades on the ground.

Before the sun had risen, the silence was shattered by the barking of dogs all over Dayuan City.

On the painting boat cruise on the bank of the Dayuan River, the scholar and the flower girl say goodbye; in the willow alley of the flower street, the scholar and the kiln sister carefully calculate the prostitution money; at the gate of the Wangjiang Tower, the hangover scholar gets into the carriage in a daze; in the humble inn, the children of the poor family leave in groups with bookcases on their backs.

Some of the gates of Yuhai City quietly opened, those old masters, young masters, ladies and ladies of famous families sat in chariots and horses and rode in soft sedan chairs, those young students called friends and walked briskly, and some small families dressed in festive costumes looked at them expectantly.

They all walked towards one place, the State Bungaku.

People crow earlier than roosters.

The entrance to the State Bun House became bustling with people, and the officials yawned and asked everyone to put away their tents, bedding, or carriages.

The flow of people is like water, slowly gathering towards the state academy.

A convoy stopped outside the north gate of Dayuan City, and then the cyan dragon tent carriage left the convoy, and under the protection of four carriages, entered the city and drove towards Fang's house.

Thousands of miles away in the imperial palace of the capital, a woman sat in front of the bronze mirror of the dresser, gently caressing her face.

This woman is petite and delicate, dressed in white obscene clothes, and her slender waist seems to be able to be held in one hand. The skin of the person in the mirror is like snow, and the years have not left any traces on her face.

It's just that the majesty in her eyes weighed down the sun and prevented it from rising.

On the dresser, there are many delicate boxes and porcelain vases, which contain the rarest beauty products in the Shengyuan Continent.

There is pearl powder ground from dragon balls, rouge made from fragrant deer blood, and moon peonies produced in the demon world...... On the far right, there is a neat stack of manuscripts.

The beautiful fly-headed small letters are listed on the paper, the handwriting is delicate and rigorous, and a quiet woman can be seen writing in the candlelight.

The breeze blew, the paper was scattered, and lines of poetry appeared on each piece of paper.

“...... If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight? ”

“...... Turn Zhu Pavilion, low Qihu, shine sleepless ......"

“...... Outsiders to the Walker. The beautiful woman in the wall laughed. The laughter gradually faded into silence......"

Every year on the fifth day of the ninth month of September, the entrance of the State Academy of Literature is not a festival but a festival.

All the people tacitly made way for the Xiucai who came, and the dark blue Xiucai robe was the most eye-catching pass token.

As far as the eye can see, near the main entrance of the State Academy of Literature, there is a large area of dark blue clothes.

The backs of these blue shirts carry the eyes of countless people.

The talents of the various provinces of Jiangzhou gathered together, complimented each other, and were humble to each other.

The location where Hidecai Nayafu is located is the most lively.

"Brother Chen's "Reading Poems" last night has already been famous in Dayuan Mansion, but unfortunately if it is written after today's list, it will definitely be included in the literary list. Compete with scholars from all over the world! Among them, you praised Fang Yun and ridiculed the literati of Qingguo, which can be called a pearl of words. ”

"Where, where. ”

"Your "Reading Poems" is the real gentleman's writing, which not only praises Fang Yun, but also points out his flaws, if Fang Yun sees it, he will definitely thank him. ”

"I don't ask him to thank him, I just ask him to lead me Jingguo literati to continue walking, and I can't fall in front of Qingguo and Wuguoren. ”

"I hope so. ”

A red sun broke through the clouds, and the warm sun shone on the earth. Dispel the chill of the night.

The main entrance of the State Academy of Literature suddenly opened.

Outside the square of the Literary Academy, there was a lot of darkness, and it was extremely silent.

Zhao Jingkong, a scholar, was the leader, and the inspector of the Holy Academy, the Jingguo Xue Gong Si Zheng and Gezhou Mu were in the middle, followed by many officials.

Those talents are full of anticipation. But the people of Dayuan Mansion in the distance were dumbfounded, what is the force that makes a beggar walk among the officials? And there are noodles hanging on his beard!

Many of the girls covered their mouths and burst into laughter.

Those readers did not laugh, but looked at Zhao Jingkong in confusion, full of regret.

Zhao Jingkong glanced at everyone with confused eyes. Then he slowly moved horizontally, and said slowly: "This imperial examination is invigilated by the sage, and we will do our best to assist the sage." After a day, I finally separated the superiors and lowers, and asked Gezhou Mu to announce the list of Jiangzhou people. ”

A few examiners rolled their eyes, Zhao Jingkong had been sleeping, except that the top ten people had to be written by him, and none of the extra words were written, and even the rankings from the second to the tenth were jointly determined by other examiners.

Gezhou Mu coughed lightly, held the official seal in his hand, and was about to speak, but suddenly froze and looked up at the sky in front of him.

All the officials at the gate then looked at the sky in front of them, each with doubts and surprise in their eyes.

Only Zhao Jingkong's eyes were still confused.

Everyone on Bunin Street turned their heads in unison to look at the air behind them.

I saw a green tent carriage drawn by eighteen horses appear in the sky, the horses walked in the air, the posture was beautiful, the wheels of the carriage were like on the ground, slowly turning.

"Jiaoma Flying Carriage! Daru is coming!" I don't know who couldn't help but shout, and the exclamations were one after another.

"The curtain of the carriage is a green jade dragon tent, it should be driven by Wen Xiang!"

"Really?"

Everyone is extremely excited, Wen Xiang has a lofty position in the hearts of Jingguo people, even if Jiangzhou has Li Wenying and Fang Yun, Wen Xiang's position in the hearts of Jiangzhou people is still irreplaceable.

In the hearts of the people of Jingguo, the monarch can be changed casually, but it is best not to change the literary phase forever.

The Jiaoma Flying Car flew to the center of the State Academy of Literature, and the people under the car scattered one after another, and the crowd that obviously couldn't splash the water instantly gave up a large area for the carriage to land.

"Boom ......"

Eighteen horses shouted in unison, and the speeding car slowly fell.

An old man in a wide purple robe lifted the curtain of the door and walked out, his long white hair was scattered behind him, his face was covered with fine wrinkles, his nose was high, his eyes were warm as watery light, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a faint white light.

It seemed that everyone would dissipate their troubles as long as they looked at him.

Wen Xiang Jiang River.

"I've seen Lord Wenxiang!" Ge Zhoumu bent down.

"I've seen Bunxiang-sama!" the tens of thousands of people who crowded Bunwon Street bent down together to salute, so much so that many people collided with each other.

Jiang Hechuan showed a kind smile and said, "No need to be polite, today I just accompanied Fang Yun to see the release list." ”

A blue-robed show walked out of the car door and stood beside Jiang Hechuan.

The people screamed like thunder, Wenyuan Street was about to explode. (To be continued......)