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Fang Yun is like a different person, and he must participate in a cultural meeting every night.

For the sake of Fang Yun, some literary meetings deliberately wait for Fang Yun to get out of class before officially starting, and these literary meetings often open for three or four hours until dawn.

In order to save time and improve efficiency, there are often more than a dozen people speaking at the same time, and everyone speaks very quickly, which is more noisy than the vegetable market.

Even Xiucai would be dizzy when he came to this kind of cultural meeting, but the people here were able to communicate without any obstacles, and sometimes when arguing, one person often had to answer questions from four or five people in a row, or ask different questions to seven or eight people in a row.

The Hanlin or above literary society is basically like hundreds of ducks croaking in their ears.

In this kind of literary meeting, Fang Yun only listened to it at first, but in the end, when he encountered anyone who said something wrong, he would inevitably correct it or ask questions, thus falling into arguments.

Above the Wenhui, no one cared whether Fang Yun was a false saint or a king of Ji, and he completely put on a posture of defending his holy way, and said whatever he wanted.

There is a joke in the human race that if you don't talk about your lips at the meeting, you won't be considered to have participated in the meeting.

The exchange of languages, the collision of ideas and the friction of knowledge made Fang Yun like Wenhui more and more.

The Terrans even have a saying that "Wenhui Practice", which means that participating in Wenhui is an excellent way to practice, and it is no less than a person's penance.

The more he participated, the more Fang Yun felt that the process of heated debate and argument was actually the process of applying knowledge.

After each literary meeting began, Fang Yun would ask Qishu Tiandi to record all the contents of the literary meeting. Wait for the next day to re-read it with the high reading speed in the world of strange books, and you can always pick out some of the essences or problems that were missed at that time.

In July, the weather is hot, but the Sacred Temple and Chongbunin Temple are cooler.

At the dinner table, Fang Yun was eating alone, while Yang Yuhuan and others watched. Because they had had dinner early, only Fang Yun would go home at nine o'clock in the evening.

Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun and said with a smile: "Eat slowly, don't choke." Seeing that you eat so fast, you are going to the Wenhui tonight, right?"

Fang Yun nodded with a smile, and continued to feast, seeing that the slaves were greedy, he secretly took a piece of chicken leg to eat.

Yang Yuhuan sighed lightly: "The body is important. You've been in the school all day these days, and when you get home and eat, you'll go to the literary club. I often come back at dawn, and my body can't bear it. ”

"It's okay......" Fang Yun smiled and took a sip of water.

"That's not good! you have to find a day to rest, you can't be so busy, I feel distressed when I look at it!" Yang Yuhuan frowned slightly.

Since entering the Dragon Gate, Fang Yun's perception has become more and more sensitive, and he vaguely found that Yang Yuhuan was in a bad mood, so he slowed down his eating speed and asked, "Yuhuan." What's going on at home these days?"

"No, I don't. Yang Yuhuan replied naturally.

"Is there a problem in the Women's Academy?"

"Everything is fine at the Women's Academy. Yang Yuhuan replied seriously.

Fang Yun suddenly stopped talking and lowered his head to eat. kept thinking in his heart, after all, Yang Yuhuan was his wife, and since he was unhappy, he should find a way to resolve it.

While eating, Fang Yun secretly observed Yang Yuhuan, and faintly found that there was a very faint trace of resentment in Yang Yuhuan's eyes.

Fang Yun was even more puzzled. When I was about to finish eating, a flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, and I suddenly realized.

Fang Yun immediately picked up the official seal and sent a letter to the presiding officer of the literary meeting, hoping to postpone it for half an hour. The other party happily agreed, after all, with Fang Yun's participation, the literary meeting he presided over will attract more attention in the future.

"After eating, ......" Fang Yun leaned back on the chair, looking lazy, and didn't need to wash his hands at all, because his body was already dust-free, and the greasy food would automatically fall off when he touched his hands.

The maid hurriedly came to clean up the table, and Yang Yuhuan asked in surprise, "Why don't you go to the Wenhui?" Usually you feel like you're going to fly after eating. ”

Fang Yun smiled and said, "I postponed the Wenhui for half an hour. ”

"Are you postponing the meeting?" asked Yang Yuhuan curiously.

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's just that I'm too busy these days, I don't care about my family, and I want to rest at home more." ”

Yang Yuhuan noticed that Fang Yun's smile obviously had a peculiar meaning, and he was stunned for a while, but after a while he understood, his face flushed to the base of his neck.

"I'll go get something in the room, and you can take care of the slave for me, and don't let it run around. After Yang Yuhuan finished speaking, he left with a red face.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't understand what kind of dumb riddle the couple was playing, but when Yang Yuhuan handed over the slave, Su Xiaoxiao's face was flushed, and she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Fang Yun, because she often helped Yang Yuhuan look at the slave at special times.

Fang Yun got up with a smile and walked towards the bedroom.

The slave turned his head to look at Su Xiaoxiao, full of doubts.

Su Xiaoxiao blushed and whispered: "The couple want to whisper, and it is inconvenient for us to participate." ”

The little fox looked like he had suddenly realized and nodded vigorously.

After a long time, Fang Yun left the bedroom and went out to participate in the cultural meeting.

After a long while, Yang Yuhuan appeared, and compared with before, there was less resentment and more shame between his eyebrows.

Fang Yun had the privilege of Void Saint, and he could move directly between the Holy Courtyard and Kong City.

The theme of this literary meeting is war poetry, and it is a branch of war poetry, the war poetry literary meeting of the army calling.

The venue of the cultural meeting was the Wu family, a wealthy family in Kongcheng, who had just appeared at the door of Wu's house, and the official seal was lightly moved.

Fang Yun immediately opened the emergency transmission and found that it was the transmission of the head of the Wu family.

It turned out that there were many scholars at today's literary meeting, and the time was originally set, but it was postponed by Fang Yun, and a scholar from a military family was extremely displeased, saying that the hall was empty and unpunctual. The head of the Wu family kindly sent this biography to let Fang Yun pay a little attention, and at the same time persuaded Fang Yun not to be careful, that soldier scholar is known for his upright temper, this time he was originally coming at Fang Yun, but Fang Yun postponed it, making this scholar feel that Fang Yun was putting on a show.

Fang Yun shook his head secretly, he didn't blame this scholar, no matter what, he postponed the time first, it is normal for others to complain, and he still has this responsibility.

If it is postponed because of other things, it can be said to resolve the grievances of this scholar, but the reason is that the pleasure of the couple's boudoir has no way to exit, and if you really say it, the fun will be great.

Fang Yun asked the porter not to inform the head of the house, and took himself in directly, thinking about how to resolve it as he walked, as a man, as a scholar, he should solve the problem when he encounters it, after all, it is not a difficult situation that cannot be overcome.

Bypassing the screen and the pool, Fang Yun arrived at the door of the Wu family's hall.

The head of the Wu family, who was sitting on the main seat, walked over quickly, and said with a smile: "Fang Xusheng is coming, if you miss the distance, don't blame it!"

The rest of the people in the hall also stood up together and followed the head of the Wu family outside, and one of the scholars had a calm face and did not smile.

Fang Yun immediately made a gesture and said apologetically: "Today's postponement of the Wenhui is a last resort, and Fang Mou hereby solemnly apologizes to you." As a gift, Fang specially brought a pack of spiritual tea that was a specialty of the Blood Mangjie Realm, and you must try it. ”

The scholar's face softened.

(To be continued.) )