Qingguo Wenxiang got up and said: "Fang Xusheng's poems are far more than a thousand words, not to mention the first original work. Although the non-sinful people are only the clansmen who have been affected or those who have been sold like this, they can be exchanged, but the number is huge, and they are used to Qingguo, and returning to Jingguo may not be what they want, it is really inconvenient, and it is not strange to hope that Fang is a saint. ”

Qingjun said: "What Wen Xiang said is that I also ask Fang Xusheng to understand." ”

Fang Yun said expressionlessly: "It's very convenient to place them in Xiangzhou." ”

Qingjun took a sharp breath, his face was red with anger, and all the Qingguo officials also clenched their fists, their joints gurgled, and they almost exploded in anger.

Fang Yun's words are simply saying, now Xiangzhou is Qingguo, but it is about to become Jingguo!

Regard the people of Qingguo as nothing!

The Jingguo officials were still very angry before, but now they are secretly laughing in their hearts, no wonder Fang Yun can become a virtual saint, and this mouth alone can make the Jingguo people angry to death.

A chill flashed in Qingjun's eyes, Tianwei was like Yue, and he said slowly: "According to Fang Xusheng's words, my Qingguo Xiangzhou is in your bag?"

"It's man-made. Fang Yundao.

Qingjun suddenly smiled and said, "It's better to be like this, if you can succeed in the civil war in a state, then I will agree to you to exchange poetry for people." If you fail in the literary war, people will stay, and poetry will also remain!

Fang Yun nodded and said, "Okay, then I'll write a poem and give it to this dancing girl, no matter whether I succeed or fail in the literary battle, this poem will be returned to Qingguo afterwards." ”

"Okay! Fang Xusheng is quick to speak, I am looking forward to it. Come on, the four treasures of the above room!"

Qingguo officials decided that Fang Yun's literary war was bound to fail, and he had a good poem in vain, and the anger that Fang Yun had despised slowly dissipated.

The eunuch of Qingguo immediately removed the food on the table and replaced it with the best four treasures of the study.

Fang Yun chose a wolf marquis pen from the pen holder.

Everyone's eyes widened, because the wolf marquis pen was the hardest brush that the human race could use, and the bristles were like needles. If you don't reach the realm of calligraphy, holding a wolf pen will inevitably pierce the paper, and it is impossible to write a complete text.

Fang Yun chose the wolf Hou pen. Obviously, it won't be a good poem, and the pen is like a knife. What about poetry?

Many Qingguo people showed a worried look.

Qingjun smiled at the corner of his mouth, holding a wine glass in his hand, to see what kind of poems Fang Yun could write.

Fang Yun didn't care about others, writing and chanting softly.

Three thousand miles from the homeland,

Twenty years in the deep palace.

A song of Mulan,

Tears fell in front of you.

The poem is completed, and a strange pathos emerges from the poem. Spread it out in all directions.

All the dancing girls cried together, full of sadness.

Those with high academic rank just sighed, but those musicians, eunuchs, palace maids and others had red eyes, and many people wept silently.

But just after a moment, the ministers of Qingguo must be angry, eager to step forward and tear up the poem.

Qingjun was stunned at first, his eyes widened angrily, and his eyes were about to split, but he suddenly woke up, but it was too late.

"Pop ......" The porcelain cup in Qingjun's hand was crushed raw. Blood flowed from between the fingers.

The pen is like a knife, and poetry is like a sword!

"Oh! Jun!" The eunuch on the side hurriedly rushed over, but Qingjun raised his leg and kicked the eunuch who was usually very fond of ** in the stomach. Kicked him down the steps, slammed the back of his head to the ground, snorted, and passed out.

Blood was pouring from the back of his head.

Qingjun threw away the fragment of the cup in his hand, wiped it a few times on the yellow robe, glanced at the unconscious eunuch with disgust, and said, "Drag it out, something that is an eyesore." ”+

The guards and eunuchs on the side hurriedly dragged the eunuch away and cleaned it up, and some of the little eunuchs were secretly happy in their hearts. This eunuch fell out of favor, and they had a chance to ascend to the throne.

Sai Shilang glanced at Xin Zhi, the general of Qingguo Hanlin. Smiled: "Good poetry!

He Ludong pretended to be surprised and asked, "What's so good?"

Sai Shilang said: "'Three thousand miles of the homeland, twenty years of the deep palace'. The former is the distance, the latter is the time, the battle is neat, dare to ask, apart from space and time, what else can trap people the most? The court is a little deeper, and with 3,000 miles and 20 years alone, it shows that Fang Xusheng's pen power is old and spicy, and the accuracy of his words is absolutely beyond the reach of people. These two sentences can be called the best of palace words, which are difficult for predecessors to reach and difficult for future generations to surpass. The hatred of these two sentences, only the resentment of Fang Xusheng's 'it is not a thousand sails' can be compared. ”

Jing Guoren pretended to nod, in fact, his heart was happy, and Sai Shilang simply pointed his nose and scolded Qingjun: "The palace maid of the dancing queen is hating you!

Qingjun looked down at the table, without saying a word, appreciating poetry and writing is the duty of a reader, there was a monarch who interrupted back then, and he was originally a Ming Jun, but he was degraded by a group of scholars and became a faint monarch, and he was infamous for a long time.

What's more, even if he dares to stop it, the people of Jingguo will definitely not stop talking, and the more he blocks Qingguo, the more embarrassed he will be.

He Ludong asked again: "What's so good about the last two sentences?"

Jiang Hechuan said: "It's a pity that Wuji, who has been locked in the deep palace for 20 years, and the old country is thousands of miles apart, and she has long been completely separated from Jingguo, but because of the song "Mulan Ci", she was used by traitors and forced to cry in front of the king. The first two sentences are ruthless, but the last two sentences are hateful!"

The dancing girl couldn't control it anymore, and fell to the ground and cried.

Among the state officials present, there are not a few people who bow their heads and wipe their tears with their sleeves.

Xiangzhou scholars have been suppressed by Qingguo, no matter how the people of Xiangzhou fight for their rights, they are all in vain, and in the end they are either numb or secretly hateful, so they struggle desperately to leave Xiangzhou, or go to the ancient land, or go to the holy courtyard, and would rather die in battle than be subject to this discrimination.

Sai Shilang was just Hanlin and didn't dare to say too much to his face, but Jiang Hechuan was a great Confucian, so he didn't have to care about Qingjun's anger at all.

Jiang Hechuan is a man of temperament, watching the dancing girl cry on the ground, his eyes are slightly red, and he said: "Fang Xusheng's poem is not the hatred of the palace maid, not the resentment of the deep palace, but the hatred of the people of Xiangzhou! When he was young, the old man met the person who fled from Xiangzhou, and he was seen shouting in the street, he was also a human race, why is Duxiangzhou like this!"

The sleeves of state officials are wetter in the seats.

Several young Xiangzhou officials clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and tears slowly slipped down their faces.

The evil that Qingguo inflicted on the people of Xiangzhou will never be eliminated!

Fang Yun silently put away the brush.

Ao Huang lowered his head and wiped away his tears, gritted his teeth and said: "Jingguo Zuoxiang has a bad stomach, but the Queen Mother is a smart person, this Qingguo is good, what kind of monarch and ministers, obviously drowsy! If you replace them with someone else, you will inevitably be pushed out and killed and then used to slander. ”

However, some Qingguo officials were still angry, and Qingjun was also angry, because Fang Yun's poem pointed to the sore spot of all kings.

Treating a palace maid like this, and actually being her own national, is unkind!

The Son of Heaven and the King can be unjust, rude, unbelievable, and incompetent, but he cannot be unkind.

Benevolence is the basic requirement of Confucianism for a monarch, and if a monarch is criticized for being unkind, it is the most extreme accusation in the Shengyuan Continent.

The officials of Jingguo have already admired Fang Yun so much, obviously it is just an emergency, Fang Yun can not only use a poem to reverse the situation, but also accuse Qingjun of being cruel and unkind, and create the most sufficient reason for Wen Zhan Xiangzhou and the reconquest of lost territory.

Once this poem circulated, it was enough to arouse the resonance of the people of Xiangzhou.

(To be continued) R640