The two looked at each other.

Everyone saw the undisguised coldness in Fang Yun's gaze, as well as the indifference to the traitor in their bones.

Fang Yun respects and treats every ordinary person of the human race well, and from the day when the Zuo Xiang party harmed Yang Yuhuan, Liu Shan lost Fang Yun's most basic respect, even if he was a university scholar.

Liu Shan's gaze was still as warm as usual, as if Fang Yun was not the political enemy or the enemy of the Holy Dao that he wanted to get rid of quickly, but rather like his cooperative opponent.

Liu Shan is still the same Liu Shan, but Fang Yun is no longer the cautious scholar.

Liu Shan smiled slightly, and said: "King Ji is famous all over the world, he has made great contributions to the human race, and he is also a virtual saint. However, King Ji is young after all, and if he can enter the Holy Courtyard for three or five years to cultivate, he will inevitably ascend to heaven like a hidden dragon in the future, and he will be out of control. ”

"The north is tight, and I'm afraid this king won't be able to wait for three years. Fang Yun looked directly at Liu Shan, his gaze was like a sword.

"If the king of Ji doesn't know how to keep his eyes on it, and if he is too sharp, he will inevitably be jealous!"

"Heaven and earth can accommodate all spirits and all things, and we can tolerate our fortune, and we are not afraid of heavenly jealousy, but we are afraid of human jealousy. Fang Yundao.

"Man will conquer heaven. "Willow Hill Road.

"Yes, man will conquer the sky!" Fang Yun's voice was full of excitement.

The two obviously said similar things, but they meant completely different things.

"To solve the danger of Jingguo, it doesn't matter how many Confucians are or what they are, let alone Hanlin. What Jingguo needs now is a demi-saint, not a void saint!"

Many Jingguo people present clenched their fists, and Liu Shan finally saw the dagger.

Some old officials were thoughtful, Liu Shan would never do this on weekdays, but today he suddenly spoke, obviously feeling the pressure of Fang Yun.

A Jinshi Yushi stood up and said sharply: "Lord Zuo, at the moment when I am the great enemy of Jingguo, why do you lie to confuse the people and shake the hearts of the army? My Jingguo has a better chance of winning!"

"Oh, dare to ask Zhang Yushi, how many breaths can a great Confucian hold up in front of the half-saint wolf slaughter, three breaths, or four breaths?" Liu Shan's words were still light.

That Zhang Yushi was silent, not because he couldn't argue, but because he couldn't continue, because once he continued, Chen Guanhai would be mentioned, and once he talked about the battle between Chen Guanhai and the wolf, the consequences would be very serious, because everyone knew that Chen Guanhai would definitely lose. If we continue to talk, we will shake the morale of the military.

At this time, everyone realized that Liu Shan's conversation was ingenious, and he did not say that Jingguo could not resist the demons, but put forward a demand that Jingguo could not complete. In this way, even if he tries to see the dagger, he has no handle.

Fang Yun said: "Back then, Chen Sheng had an agreement with the wolf slaughter that as long as the barbarians couldn't capture Yuyang Pass, the two saints couldn't do anything under the holy throne. In other words, as long as we hold on to Yuyang Pass, our Jingguo can hold on for a long time. ”

"Not to mention that the words of the demon saint are not credible. Even if it is credible, how long can Yuyang last before hundreds of millions of demons and barbarians? What's more, even if my Jingguo has the Holy Court and the assistance of various countries. It is difficult for the total number of Great Confucians to exceed twenty, and the number of Great Demon Kings has exceeded 100 for all the people. So, the old man thought. I need a new demi-saint in three years. ”

Liu Shan seemed to be just analyzing the current situation of Jingguo, but the last sentence made everyone present tremble.

That sentence couldn't be more obvious, Chen Guanhai can only support it for three years at most!

Some people finally panicked.

The next three years. It will be the most difficult three years in the history of Jingguo, even more difficult than the founding of Jingguo.

Suddenly, the vitality of the place near the Wenxiang Jiang River was boiling, and everyone hurriedly looked over, only to find that the vitality had subsided.

Liu Shan suddenly closed his mouth and said nothing.

If he dares to say a word again, Jiang Hechuan will dare to behead him in front of Fengtian Palace!

"Three years, that's enough. Fang Yun suddenly smiled, glanced at Liu Shan, and walked out, his expression was indifferent, and his steps were calm.

After a few breaths, Ji Zhibai shouted: "Three years is not enough!"

"It's enough to kill a scholar or a great confucian. Fang Yun walked as he walked.

Everyone suddenly realized that if Jingguo could not be saved, Fang Yun would let Liushan bury Jingguo!

It was clear over the palace, but a mile away from the palace, it was cloudy and drizzling in early winter.

The Left Prime Minister Party felt cold, will tomorrow's Left Prime Minister Party become yesterday's Changxi Village?

Liu Shan smiled, there was an indescribable meaning hidden in his smile, he looked at Fang Yun's back, and said, "His Royal Highness King Ji, at the end of this champion banquet, the champion wants to make a champion poem!"

Liu Shan's voice regained his usual kindness, as if it was just an unrelated person reminding Fang Yun, just to give this champion banquet an end.

Fang Yun didn't reply, and walked farther and farther, waiting for Fang Yun's figure to disappear outside the palace gate, and the sound of spring thunder sounded over the palace.

"Chilling and carrying the rain on my back,

Jiumo has no dust and no mud.

It's still the old taste of weekdays,

Hanging whip sleeves across the street west. ”

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and they sincerely liked this poem, but no one applauded loudly, because any applause seemed to destroy the artistic conception of the poem.

Everyone seemed to see that the cold rain was falling miserably, and the raindrops with chill fell on Fang Yun's body. The main roads of the capital are not the slightest dust and mud, clean and tidy. The weeping willows on both sides of the street stand on both sides, Fang Yun walks in the west of the street, although he is a high school champion today, but the mood is exactly the same as usual, and it is still the general taste of weekdays.

It wasn't until this moment that some scholars secretly sighed in their hearts, Fang Xusheng's state of mind was really on a higher level, and he had obtained unexpected spiritual wealth in Ning'an.

The dignified champion, no matter how humble he is, there will be a trace of arrogance or conceit between the lines, but in this poem, there is no pride in sight, Fang Yun really doesn't care about the title of champion, he really participates in this champion banquet with a normal heart, which is very in line with his identity as a prince and a virtual saint.

Liu Shan suddenly snorted coldly, flicked his long sleeves, and then left.

Some of the readers didn't know why, and they didn't understand why Liu Shan was angry, after all, he had always kept his composure, but some old readers suddenly laughed and didn't say anything.

The young people talked a lot and soon found out what the problem was.

"The whip sleeve is another name for the willow branch of the willow tree, and the willow tree can be called the residual willow in winter.

"Is it saying that although there are remnants of willows on the street, but the winter rain has washed away the dust of the street, he has not been affected by the 'willow party' at all, and walks leisurely in the clean capital. ”

"Fang Xusheng's use of poetry is simply superb, and Liu Shan said it well. Later generations can't remember how he treated Fang Xusheng, but as long as this poem is there, future generations will definitely remember Fang Xusheng's ingenuity. ”

"Speaking of willows...... Do any of you remember the other two?"

"Of course I do!"

The crowd immediately recited two poems.

The first poem was written by Fang Yunlin at the early spring literary meeting when he went to Ning'an County.

The light rain in the heavenly street is as moist as a crisp,

The grass is far away, but there is none.

The most is the spring benefit of the year,

Win the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital.

The second song was made in Ning'an after Fang Yun eradicated the Mizhou Left Prime Minister's Party.

The mess has not yet turned yellow,

Leaning on the east wind, he will go crazy.

Untie the flying flowers and the sun and the moon,

I don't know that there is frost in the heavens and the earth.

The crowd couldn't help but re-appreciate the three poems.

"The first poem is a spring poem, which says that there was new grass in the spring at that time. This is a brand-new force, better than Jingguo, which only has a 'willow tree'! The second poem is an early summer poem, before there were traitors who created a food disaster to endanger Ning'an, just like the willow catkins that were rampant when they gained power, and finally they were easily disintegrated by Fang Xusheng, and since then, the Mizhou 'willow tree' has almost been uprooted. This third song is very meaningful!"

Qiao Juze unceremoniously analyzed: "The first willow poem, the capital has a new grass color. Better than the smoke willow, it is Fang Xusheng who believes that the left phase party is in decline, and is full of confidence; It was Fang Xusheng who purged the Left Xiang Party in Mizhou and was full of ambition; in this third Liu poem, Fang Xusheng's state of mind has undergone a major change, and the Left Xiang Party has been temporarily suppressed. Whatever happens in the future. Fang Xusheng would not regard the Liu Party as important as before, he would only regard it as an ordinary enemy, and it would always be the same as usual. ”

"It is worthy of the ancestor of poetry. After such a long time, it can still form a triptych, sentence by sentence, like a knife, poking into Liu Shan's heart, and seeing blood with a knife. ”

"It's terrible to offend Fang Xusheng, not only is there a lot of scolding when he is alive, but even after death, he will be stinking for 10,000 years!"

"Fang Yun is already a void saint, his masterpiece of ink treasure, unless he waits for him to reverse the seed, even the saints have no right to prohibit the spread and destruction!

No wonder Zuo Xiang couldn't help but snort coldly in the end, he probably knew this fate. ”

"These three songs seem to be said to be 'three batches of willow mountains'. ”

"Yes, let's name it three batches of Liushan, in the future, after our Yangyi Academy recruits new students, we will definitely teach this "Three Batches of Liushan" first. ”

Many people couldn't help laughing, the dean of Yangyi Academy was too bad, even if Liu Shan became a great Confucian or even canonized in the future, he would not be able to wash away today's sewage.

The leftists became more and more unable to listen, and the guests present simply did not pay attention to them, and had to leave in disgrace.

"Huh, the champion poems of the ten countries have been on the literary list one after another, and Fang Xusheng's poems are indeed the first champion poems of the ten countries. ”

"Although Fang Xusheng's poem alludes to Zuo Xiang, he is calm and relaxed, indifferent and peaceful, and then look at the other champion poems, and the one by Yan Yukong is barely a bit of artistic conception, after all, it was done in a hurry, and other champion poems...... There are too many False Void Saints. ”

"I'm going to post "Three Batches of Willow Mountain" on the list together, and watch a good show!"

"Hahaha......"

Liu Shan went home with a gloomy face all the way.

Ji Zhibai coughed up blood all the way home and passed out before arriving at the door.

In the Longma luxury car, Fang Yun sighed in his heart that Longjue is good, it needs rain to write poems, and one thought can make clouds and rain, it seems that in the future, if you want to get a stronger Longjue power, if you don't use the poetry environment, then create an environment!

"If it was before, I would have written a poem to fight back against Liushan, and it would have ended here, but today, not only to fight back, but also to take the initiative to strike! At this moment, the demon barbarians are heading south, and they can't fight Liushan head-on. What's more, Liu Shan is not an ordinary scholar, and even surpasses the peak scholar, but a person who is infinitely close to the Great Confucian, I am afraid that I can touch the edge of the Holy Dao at any time, although my strength is strong, it will inevitably be suppressed by the power of Gao Wen. Let me think about how to actively combat ...... with other means.

(To be continued......)