"This is Fang Yun's manuscript, only a cross, not a poem!" the man shouted as he held it up.

When everyone looked at it, there were indeed ten words written on it.

The warbler cries on the shore and the willows make the spring sunny, the dawn and the moon are bright.

The people in the full text meeting were stunned, they didn't expect that someone would do this, whether it was Duan Qing or Zhang Zhixing and others, when they wanted to stop it, it was too late.

Almost at the moment when the man raised the paper, Zhang Zhixing and several others opened their mouths slightly, and they were about to let out their tongues, but in the end, they took a step slow and were shouted out by the man, even if they killed that person now, it would be useless.

"Presumptuous! Dare to openly snatch other people's manuscripts at the Literary Society! Come on, drive this person out of the venue, and when the Literary Conference is over, I will report to the head of the Chongwen Academy, and expel this kind of rude person from the Chongwen Academy!" Zhang Zhixing's eyes burned with angry flames, his fists clenched, and he wanted to smash his fist into the face of that Gu Guoren.

One person got up slowly and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, this brother Tai is just trying to take a look at the ink treasure of the Void Sage, why shout and kill." I see, this person pleaded guilty to Fang Yun, and the matter passed, after all, it was a Spring Festival Meeting. However, one yard is one yard! Fang Xusheng failed to compose poems, as long as he participated in the literary meeting, he would definitely be punished!"

Many people wanted to help Fang Yun defend themselves, but when they saw the person who spoke, they silently shut up.

This person is young, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and is wearing a brand-new Hanlin robe, which is the Zong Yun of the Zong family, who has been enrolled for three years and is about to leave the Holy Academy. After the genius of the Zong family, Zong Wuyuan, left the Holy Courtyard, this Zong Yun became the representative of the Zong family in the Chongwen Academy, and the disciples of the miscellaneous family were the only ones who looked forward.

Zong Wude, who had entered the holy ruins with Fang Yun, had also just entered the Holy Academy, but because he majored in Confucianism, his control over many miscellaneous students was far inferior to that of this partial house Zong Yun.

"Are you presiding over this meeting, or am I presiding over it?" Zhang Zhixing asked rhetorically.

"It is true that Brother Zhang is presiding over the literary meeting, but even Fang Xusheng has said it himself. As a member of the Holy Academy and the Chongwen Academy, and as a member of the Spring Sending Literary Society, we naturally have a reason to stand up when we encounter injustice! If we don't even have this backbone, how can we call ourselves scholars?" Zong Yun said loudly. Full of confidence.

"Brother Zong is right!" saw a member of the clan stand up.

"You also know that I don't like the Zong family, I often ridicule Jingguo in the debate, and I admire Fang Xusheng very much, but today, I want to stand on Zong Yun's side. Fang Xusheng really didn't finish writing the poem, no matter what he did, he couldn't change this fact. In my opinion, Fang Yun really has a false holy temperament. Not only must we have the ability to rule over all the people, but we must also have the humility to bow our heads and admit our mistakes!" said an old student.

There were nearly 5,000 students present, and after Zong Yun finished speaking, thousands of people stood up one after another to oppose Fang Yun.

It's just that many people have a helpless look on their faces, they don't want to stand up, but their classmates and friends get up. Some even looked at them and secretly asked for help, and they had to stand up with it.

Not to mention. The power of the miscellaneous family has always been not small, and there are many people in Qingguo, and there are even more people who oppose the Women's Academy.

Without the establishment of the Women's Academy, there would have been a maximum of three to five hundred people.

Thousands of people stood up, and as the host of the cultural meeting, Zhang Zhixing felt heavy pressure. If he forcibly forced people to leave, then these thousand people would inevitably leave, and it would become the biggest event in the history of the Spring Festival.

Sun Renbing sneered and said: "In order to resist the demon barbarians, Fang Xusheng used the True Dragon Order as soon as he said it, and he strategized in the Battle Palace. You garbage are stabbing you in the back! Look at my mouth, look carefully, you people, one counts as one, compared to Fang Yun, they are all waste! We soldiers often say that we can do our best not to nag when we can do it. Today's matter will be decided by the battle of life and death, Zong Yun, pick up the pen!"

Sun Renbing said, grabbed a pen and threw it under Zong Yun's feet.

Initiate a civil war.

Zong Yun didn't even look at the pen, and said with a smile: "Brother Sun is one of the seven sons of the Holy Courtyard, and the killing is amazing, I can't compare." It's just that the matter of the Wenhui must be solved by the means of the Wenhui, and the matter of the War Hall will naturally be solved in the War Hall. Fang Xusheng has made great contributions to the human race, I may ask, if he reverses the seed tomorrow, should we read his old merits and give up killing him? I don't think so, as I said before, one yard is one yard! Fang Xusheng has made contributions to the human race, I have thrown myself to the ground and bowed to worship, but if I fail to compose a poem in the Wenhui, I will point it out righteously!"

Zhang Zhixing said: "Okay, are you finished? Sit down, I have heard your suggestion, as the host of the Literary Society, the Chongwen Academy asked me to deal with this matter, and I have already made up my mind." If you are not satisfied with my decision, after the meeting, you will go to the head of the court to report me, and I will bear all the responsibility. ”

Zong Yun said: "Brother Zhang's words are wrong, when Brother Zhang made a conclusion before, this page did not appear. Now that the human and material evidence are all there, Fang Yun obviously didn't finish writing, you made an unfair judgment, I am not convinced, and I should immediately ask the Holy Court for a ruling. Since the Eastern Saint Pavilion is in charge of the internal affairs of the Terran Race, it is reasonable to ask the Eastern Saint Pavilion and the Chongwen Academy to join forces to deal with this matter!"

"The Spring Festival Sending Cultural Meeting, it has always been hosted by the Chongwen Academy, you don't need to say much, sit down, the Literary Festival will continue, are you ready to join forces against the Chongwen Academy?" Zhang Zhixing stared at Zong Yun gloomily.

Some of those who stood up were hesitant.

Zong Yun smiled slightly, and said: "If you want to add to the crime, why do you want to excuse it? If Brother Zhang blindly shields Fang Yun and turns a blind eye to his failure to compose poems, then we will leave the scene and go to the main gate of the Holy Courtyard to demonstrate, until the Holy Courtyard gives a satisfactory result." Presumably ......"

"Who said that Fang Yun's poem failed?" Yan Yukong's voice interrupted Zong Yun's words.

"Oh, Brother Yan said this, aren't you afraid of setting yourself on fire? Everyone can see that Fang Yun only writes crosses, even the shortest three-word poems need at least twelve words, not to mention that there are very few three-word poems now, and the least number of words is also a five-word poem, at least twenty words!"

"I said that when Fang Yun finished writing a poem, he finished it. Yan Yukong sat on the table and chair, pouring himself a drink, not taking Zong Yun and the others seriously at all.

Zong Yun was not angry, and said with a smile: "There is a Fang Xusheng appreciation in the front, and then listen to Yan Yukong's poems, please!"

Yan Yukong said indifferently: "I don't dare to interpret the poem, after all, this poem is clearly written on paper." Let me ask you, is it true that the title of the Literary Society requires that today's poems must be related to 'Qi', 'Spring', and 'Jane'?"

"Of course. Zong Yun smiled.

"Then, these ten words are the ultimate of 'Jane', which perfectly corresponds to the title of the poem, showing the foundation of Fang Xusheng's poetry and the talent of on-the-spot adaptation. "Yan Yu Kongdao.

"Hahaha......" Zong Yun laughed loudly, and some of the people standing also laughed.

Some of the people present originally supported Fang Yun, but when they saw that Yan Yukong forcibly helped Fang Yun explain, they were completely unscrupulous, and they were a little bored.

There are only a few people with extremely high poetic attainments, staring at those ten words, their brows furrowed.

(To be continued.) )