Fang Daniu's voice was too loud, and the people around him looked over, and everyone vaguely guessed that it might be Fang Yun's family, and listened secretly.

But some people didn't hear it, thinking that this big bull was bragging, pouting, and secretly listening.

Lai Bi smiled and said, "I heard that you like our family's Xiaoying, if your young master writes the words of Zhenguo Qixi Festival, I will make the decision to marry her to you." ”

Xiao Ying, the maid next to Mrs. Lai, suddenly blushed, and moved backwards, not daring to see anyone.

The people around him laughed, and Fang Daniu's face was also flushed, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to speak.

Yang Yuhuan was like the mother of a family, and said happily: "Then I will answer for the big cow! As long as Xiaoying agrees, when our family Xiaoyun writes out the Zhenguo Qixi Festival, the two of them will be married! Lord Lai, don't talk when the time comes." ”

"Of course! But everything depends on Fang Maocai, the key is whether he can be an adult! When the time comes, the big cow can't marry the little warbler, don't blame me!" Lai Bian said with a smile.

"I must be able to!" Fang Da Niu suddenly said loudly.

Everyone laughed, and the little warbler hid behind Mrs. Lai with her face with her hands, shy, but also happy.

Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly, looking at the city wall full of lanterns.

Qixi to see the Cowherd Star and Vega Star, everyone in the city tower left, all came to the broad city wall, the city wall of Yuhai City is a half-saint to prevent the demon clan to prevent the tsunami built, more than ten zhang thick, more than enough for the open-air banquet.

Everyone chatted while eating, and when the time came, the Tanabata Word Meeting could be officially held.

Because of the relief of the rain in Jiangzhou, it is gratifying to congratulate, Dong Zhifu specially expanded the scope of banquets this year, in the past only invited famous people, this year invited many young scholars, Mengtong, Tongsheng, Xiucai and young people are invited, and a full 30 tables of banquets were set up on the city wall.

And many soldiers stood by the city wall, with intact dragon skins and many dragon scales at their feet.

Wait for everyone to eat. Governor Dong asked people to remove the cups and plates, replace them with tea, and then slowly stood up.

The people on the city wall immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at Governor Dong's mansion together.

Many people who have participated in the Qixi Festival smile slightly, because if there is no accident, the opening words of this kind of big festival are the most famous poems and essays, as a way to thank or commemorate the sages.

"Morning Glory, Bright River Han Girl.

Slender hands, zaza lanes.

All day long, sobbing like rain.

The river is clear and shallow. How much is it different?

Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent. ”

Dong Zhifu opened his mouth with his tongue blooming spring thunder, and even borrowed the power of the official seal to consume the talent of the temple, reciting a famous ancient poem of Qixi Festival in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

The power of the spring thunder of the tongue is spread in all directions, because there is the help of the official seal. The whole city heard this ancient poem clearly, and they were all infected by the grief of the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd not being able to meet. Especially those women whose husbands are away all the year round, some hold their children, and some secretly wipe their tears.

Even those boys and girls were moved. I was worried in my heart, afraid that I would be like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl in the future.

After reciting the poem, Dong Zhifu said: "Just a few hours ago, the rain locked the city. Yungai is a state, which lasts for more than half a month. This evil Jiao is the son of Jiaosheng, and his demonic power reaches the sky. colluded with the scum of the human race, and took advantage of the Qixi Festival to make trouble, slandering the first talent of our human race, trying in vain to suppress the name of my Jingguo, intending to destroy the courage of my Jingguo!"

Governor Dong paused, looked around at everyone, and deliberately looked at the people of Qingguo.

Some of those Qingguo people were ashamed, some were angry, and they couldn't bear to be accused of colluding with Jiaowang.

Dong Zhifu took a deep breath and continued: "But, God bless the human race! God bless Jingguo! God bless the Yuhai! My Jingguo literati set an example of Fang Yun, with the body of a show talent, against the slander of Qingguo and the evil Jiao, and angrily wrote "Yongri", summoned the golden dragon of the great sun, swept away the dark clouds in the sky, returned a bright Qiankun to my Jiangzhou, and peeled the broken horns of the Jiao king, exterminated the demons and eliminated the evil! Strengthen the prestige of our country! Promote the soul of our clan!"

Many soldiers immediately raised the entire skin of the dragon in the air, and some people lifted pieces of dragon scales.

The entire Yuhai City roared with joy.

Many people who originally didn't want to participate in the Qixi Festival flocked to the South Vice City, and for a while, thousands of people were empty, and their families went there.

At this time, no one cares if Fang Yun provoked King Jiao, after Fang Yun won the first place in the Dragon Boat Literary Conference that day and overtook the scholars of Qingguo, he has become the soul of Yuhai City and the backbone of Jiangzhou, and now he has solved the feat that all officials in Jiangzhou can't do, and they are all moved.

Downstairs in the city, someone shouted the name of "Fang Yun" at first, and then more and more people shouted in unison.

"Fang Yun! Fang Yun!"

Tens of thousands of people shouted loudly, especially those who had relatives in other places, for fear that their relatives would be affected, and they were extremely grateful to Fang Yun.

Fang Daniu, General Lai Bi and others couldn't help but shout, not only to thank Fang Yun, but also to vent the pressure of the rain lock in the city these days.

In the middle of the city is the power of the temple to drain the rain, and there is a clear sky above, but the days surrounded by dark clouds and heavy rain on all sides are more worrying than the rain, and everyone seems to be trapped in a water prison, for fear that the power of the temple will disappear and the whole city will be flooded.

Fang Yun rescued the whole city and rescued Jiangzhou!

At this moment, the people of Yuhai City really regarded Fang Yun as a leader like Li Wenying.

Yang Yuhuan didn't shout, just looked at the city wall, and unconsciously burst into tears.

At this moment, Governor Dong walked to the city wall and made a gesture of please.

Fang Yun got up, walked to the city wall proudly, and clenched his fists to everyone under the city.

The cheers were even more enthusiastic, mixed with the screams and shouts of many people.

"Fang Yun Wansheng! God bless the human race!"

"The first show in the world, Jing Guofang is half phased!"

"Only then will Qingguo be famous!"

Fang Yun clenched his fists again, and then had to retreat and leave, those people were too enthusiastic, and there was more and more tendency.

Before returning to his seat, Fang Yun looked at Dong Zhifu and nodded in thanks, because Dong Zhifu deliberately used the official seal to let the whole city hear it, which was spreading credit for him and making a name for him, which can be said to be the greatest kindness.

Those people in Qingguo either lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, or their faces were as green as moss, thinking that the Jiaowang risked cramps and peeled the skin for more than half a month, and in the end, not only was he really skinned, but also became a stepping stone for Fang Yun to become famous, and the loss was only the Jiaowang. In case Jiaosheng is accidentally planted in Fang Yun's hands, it will not be the prefect who transmits the sound of a city, but the holy oracle that moves the world, even if you stuff cotton in your ears, you can hear the voice of the half-saint Kua Fang Yun, and the water demons of the entire Yangtze River will have no face to see people.

A Qingguo man whispered: "Why don't you ...... Why don't we go. ”

"I've got a bad feeling!" said a man covering his swollen face.

"This side is ...... It's a bit evil, the big Confucian helped him drive away the Liu family crying and mourning, and the dragon envoy helped him peel off the skin of the king of Jiao, in case he writes another ancient and unparalleled Qixi song, let's ...... In the future, I would wake up shouting Fang Yun's name in my dreams. One man said in despair.

The poet lowered his voice and said angrily: "What about your courage, what about your vows to pay everything for Qingguo!"

One person said in a low voice: "Mencius said: Take Mount Tai to surpass the North Sea." Then I was embarrassed to continue.

Another added the words of Mencius: "I can't. ”

The first disciple of Shijun was almost blown up by two people, and shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! Gotta him look good!"

"What if he does?" asked one in a whisper.

Shijun's first disciple opened his mouth, unable to speak, and snorted coldly, while drinking tea, he looked at the people of Jingguo with cold eyes.

Because this Qixi words will be extraordinarily grand, the Qixi words will be divided into several steps, starting from Meng Tong, Tong Sheng, Xiucai and Juren will present their own Qixi words in turn, and Dong Zhifu will read the best words with his tongue and spring thunder.

Governor Dong quickly finished reading the best poem for people. But the people of the city did not listen, and continued to talk about it.

"Why isn't the word of Xiucai No. 1 Fang Yun's? Fang Yun's Qixi word is not as good as others?"

"How is it possible, isn't Fang Yun writing Qixi words today?"

"Strange thing, the Qixi words above have not dispersed. Wait. ”

General Lai Bi smiled at the other party and said, "Your young master's words didn't appear, are you dead?"

Fang Da Niu said humbly: "The words will not end, wait and see!"

"Then wait. Lai Bijiang said with a smile.

At this time, the voice of Dong Zhifu spread throughout the southern vice city: "The poet of Qingguo wants to give poems to my country." Now I ask the poet to recite the poem. ”

After Dong Zhifu finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Yun, and then looked at the first disciple of Shijun. With a smile on his face, he said, "Please." ”

Many Jingguo people looked at the poet's first apprentice, and everyone knew that deliberately letting the poet's first apprentice recite the poem was to protect Fang Yun. If the poet's poetic talent is Mingzhou, then Fang Yun will not be allowed to write words, if the poet's poetic talent is insufficient, let Fang Yun write a word, although the poem and words can not be really suppressed, but the suppression of the literary name is inevitable.

The first disciple of the poet was not fooled, and sneered: "What, Fang Yun is timid? I'm afraid that the Qixi words are too bad? Fang Yun doesn't write the Qixi words, then I won't publish the poems of the poet! Don't treat me as a three-year-old child." ”

Governor Dong looked at Fang Yun helplessly.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "Then sacrifice the ugly in the next place, write a Qixi poem, and ask the poet to give advice." ”

After speaking, Fang Yun walked towards the table with pen and ink.

Governor Dong and the others looked at Fang Yuntou inquiringly, wanting to know how confident he was, but Fang Yun couldn't take his eyes off the table.

The slave jumped to the table first, holding the ink inkstone in both paws and slowly grinding the ink.

Governor Dong held the official seal in his hand, forming a strange amount of power and shrouding Fang Yun's table, so that once Fang Yun wrote, everyone could directly see the rise of talent on the page.

Waiting for the slave to grind the ink, Fang Yun dipped the pen in the ink, and then wrote on it, starting with the word plate "Queqiao Immortal".

There was silence on the city wall, and many people even stopped breathing, quietly waiting for Fang Yun's words, and all the people of Jingguo raised their hearts to their throats, for fear that Fang Yun's writing was not good enough.

Fang Yun continued to write, while Dong Zhifu read along.

"The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man travels in secret. ”

As soon as this whole sentence came out, orange talent erupted from the paper and spewed out a foot high, startling the people around him.

One foot of talent can go out of the county, only one whole sentence is only one foot, and the talent is like exploding, everyone has never seen it!

Could it be ......

Countless people thought of Fang Yun's other nickname, Jingguo people's spirits were greatly lifted, and Feng Yuanjun said in a low voice: "The changing scenery of the clouds, because of the hatred of the meteor, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl quietly crossed the distant river, and the words are wonderful. However, his expression was extremely nervous, because the beginning was more than good and not the other.

"Hmph, the first sentence is mediocre. The poet's first disciple relaxed slightly. (To be continued......)

PS: Sorry, twenty minutes late.