When the officials of Qingguo saw this scene, they couldn't describe their inner feelings, and they all looked at Fang Yun in shock, obviously writing a poem to save Wuji and scolding Qingjun, but in the end, they were able to force Qingguojun and his ministers to centrifuge, and it was difficult to recover.

Things have happened, no matter how Xin Zhi is, what happens today will be like a thorn in Qingjun's heart.

This thorn itself is not very powerful, but if it is pierced on the day that Qingguo lost Xiangzhou, it will never be resolved unless Qingguo recovers Xiangzhou.

Some colleagues who were good friends with Xin Zhi sighed in their hearts, although Hanlin had a high status, he was nothing in front of the monarch.

In a big country with a vast territory like Qingguo, Qingjun doesn't even care about the departure or stay of scholars, only Confucianism can make him pay attention to it.

And in Jingguo, the departure and stay of a scholar is enough to shake the government and the opposition.

Fang Yun knew that taking over one state was a huge project, and as for the negotiation of another province, it would not be possible to do it in a month or two, and these things would be negotiated by officials from Jingguo, and he would not waste time on such trivial matters.

"This matter will be negotiated between General Zhou and the officials, and I will return to Jingdu tomorrow. After Fang Yun finished speaking, he walked outside the State Academy of Literature.

When I walked out of the State Wenyuan, I saw that the street on one side of Wenyuan Street was the same as before, blocked by countless people from Baling City. However, those people were waiting quietly, exceptionally quiet.

Everyone looked at Fang Yun and suppressed the excitement in their hearts.

Most of the people who come here are elderly, ranging from forty to ninety, and they have all experienced the terrifying period of Qingguo's suppression of Xiangzhou decades ago, and that kind of unforgettable hatred cannot be eliminated no matter what.

Fang Yun looked at the crowd in front of him, a sad look appeared on his face, and he arched his hand: "I have wronged you all these years. ”

Fang Yun's words were like a switch, which made everyone's grievances that had been accumulated for many years completely erupt, and countless people burst into tears, and some even cried.

The cry shook the sky.

"you, let's go back to Jingguo!

"Dad, your spirit in the sky must have seen it! We are from Jingguo again! The words on your tombstone can be changed!

"Back to Jingguo!"

"Back to the ......"

Most of the young people who didn't know much about that year were infected by this atmosphere and had red eyes, they were all people with brains, and they all knew the difference between being a Qingguo person or a Jingguo person.

Some of the readers clenched their fists, their eyes steadfast, and their eyes filled with hope that they had never felt before.

The return of Xiangzhou means that everyone in Xiangzhou will be equal from now on, everyone will be eligible to participate in the imperial examination in Xiangzhou, and the quota in Xiangzhou will no longer be taken away by people from other states.

However, there are a few young people who are not happy, most of them have migrated from all over Gyeongguk, and Xiangju has returned, and if nothing else, they will move away immediately.

With a shallow smile, Fang Yun looked at the scene in front of him, and after a long while, he returned to his residence in the State Academy of Literature and continued to study.

For Fang Yun, today seems to be just an ordinary day, and there is no need to rest.

Until late at night, Fang Yun lay down on the bed and recalled the events of this day, from going to the banquet to compose poems, to confronting Xin Zhi's two armies, and then to the ten civil wars.

At the end of the recollection, Fang Yun finally couldn't bear the fatigue and slowly fell asleep.

Fang Yun originally wanted to sleep for only one hour as usual, but Wen Zhan was too tired for ten battles, beyond the limit that ordinary Jinshi could reach, not only physically exhausted, but also Wen Gong and Wen Gong reached the limit.

It took three hours for Fang Yun to wake up, and it was already sunny and the sun was empty.

Fang Yun returned to his heart like an arrow, and after a little explanation with the officials of Jingguo, he went out of the city in a Longma luxury car.

Many officials in Baling City were already waiting outside the east gate, and even Qingjun was there.

If it weren't for the fact that the Lei family was punished by the fire of the three rites, Qingjun would have left early last night, and it would be impossible to wronged himself to send the victor of the enemy country, but now he would not dare not send Fang Yun in person if he gave him a hundred dares.

The ceremony could not be abolished, so Qingjun got out of the carriage and walked with Fang Yun all the way, chatting without a word, and walked for ten miles before stopping.

The Void Saint is coming, and he will be sent for ten miles.

Shili Pavilion is the south bank of the Yangtze River.

As far as the eye can see, the spring flowers are blooming, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the north of Jingguo is not like the same season.

Everyone faces the Yangtze River, at this moment is the spring flood, the river is rolling, the water is turbulent, as far as the eye can see, the vast and vast like the ocean.

On the other side of the Ten Mile Pavilion is the tall empty boat.

Fang Yun and some Jingguo officials were on the side of the empty ship, while Qingguo officials, Xiangzhou officials and some Jingguo officials who stayed in Xiangzhou saw each other off.

Qingguo Wenxiang Gu Fu took a step forward, bowed his hand to Fang Yun, and said: "I don't mention the matter of the civil war today, this time and place is just to send Fang Xusheng." Fang Xushengwen is famous, like cooking oil on fire, we shouldn't have an axe. However, how about a scholar say goodbye without poetry?

Fang Yun nodded and said, "What Mr. Gu said is extremely true, it can be seen that Qingguo is a state of etiquette. Then it's up to you to pick the three. ”

The young scholars of Qingguo were suddenly eager to try, and many of them were actually prepared for it, because it was a convention.

It is one thing to hate the family and the country, and it is another thing to send parting poems in front of the virtual saint, this is a good time to increase the fame, even if you can't leave a name in history, you will inevitably leave a mark in the local chronicles. If you can become a half-saint in the future, it will be a half-saint gift, which is definitely a major event for the glory of the ancestors.

The children of the half-saint family or the wealthy family do not look down on the gift of poems, but the famous families or the children of the poor family under the wealthy family are looking forward to it.

What's more, most of the young scholars here are from Xiangzhou, and Fang Yun is his own family, if there is a name for giving poems in the future, he will definitely be different from ordinary people in Jingguo, and there may be one more way.

Many young people were flushed and involuntarily pushed forward, forming a brief chaos.

Fang Yun looked at these young people who were almost older than him, smiling, and feeling a little emotion in his heart, he couldn't imagine that in just one year, he would change from a person who wrote poems to a person who received gifts, and countless young people were proud of giving away their poems, and the difference in status was unimaginable in the old days.

Gu Fu coughed lightly and swept over all the young scholars with a cold gaze.

Those people were suddenly like a man's back, frightened and motionless, Gu Fu was a dignified Confucian, acting in a small way, and he could kill them all with a single word.

Gu Fu's eyes fell on Qingguo's Huiyuan Yan Yukong last year, he, like Fang Yun, wanted to participate in this year's palace examination, compete for the first place in the ten subjects, and enter the sea competition.

"Yukong, you and Fang Xusheng are both last year's Huiyuan, and they are old acquaintances, this first poem, it's up to you to give it away. ”

Gu Fu's words caused many people to sigh, if it was others, they might not be convinced, but Yan Yukong made them have nothing to say.

"Yes, Bunsang-sama. ”

Fang Yun followed the prestige, and saw Yan Yukong coming out of the crowd, Yan Yukong not only won the Huiyuan, but was even the most popular candidate for the champion of this year's Qingguo.

Yan Yukong and Fang Yun have known each other for a long time, and they have joined forces in the holy ruins and hunting grounds, and they are true friends in distress.

No matter when and where, Yan Yukong did not make any remarks against Fang Yun in Qingguo, which has caused dissatisfaction among many Qingguo people. R1152