Fang Yun smiled and said: "How good the literati and writers of the past dynasties are, how dare this official say that he is overpowered? Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

The Xiangzhou people present were immediately extremely disappointed, but if they thought about it carefully, if Fang Yun had just come to suppress the Yellow Crane Tower, it would be too abrupt.

Dong Wencong said loudly: "The coming day is long, as long as Fang Xusheng stays in Xiangzhou, are you still afraid that the military tower will not be as good as the Yellow Crane Tower?"

The surrounding Xiangzhou people were all relieved when they heard this, and their faces returned to smiles.

Fang Yun shook his head helplessly and walked up the stairs to the city wall.

On the city wall, lanterns are hung high, banquets are displayed, and many officials or scholars have risen, or called Fang Xusheng, or called King Ji, or called Governor.

Fang Yun swept his gaze and walked to the north side with a smile on his face, where there were two tables of Jiangzhou officials standing.

"Everyone, long time no see!" Fang Yun smiled and arched his hand.

Those officials have been pushing for the side.

Li Wenying, the head of Jiangzhou officials, went out to sharpen after becoming a great Confucian, and never returned.

Nowadays, the governor of Jiangzhou Prefecture is Hanlin Chen Xibi, and the state pastor is Hanlin Saizhixue who has just been transferred from Mizhou.

Feng Zimo, the monarch of the Yuhai City Academy, was transferred to the prefect and was already in charge of one side.

Several of them have delivered prayer posts for Fang, and they have long been classified as Fang's officials by the Left Prime Minister's Party.

Fang Yun chatted privately with these old friends in Jiangzhou for a while, then talked with other major officials in Xiangzhou one by one, and finally mainly met with the old scholars in Xiangzhou.

The old scholars in Xiangzhou include Jinshi, Hanlin and University Scholars, they are either too old, or they just want to take care of their old age.

These old scholars have a great influence on the state, and their protégés are all over Xiangzhou, and if they join forces, their power will be greater than that of the state pastor Dong Wencong.

Most of the old people smiled when they saw Fang Yun, and they were willing to say a few more words to Fang Yun, and some even wanted to be a matchmaker and concubine for Fang Yun, but only a few of them had cold faces.

In addition, there are some outstanding young scholars in Xiangzhou, and Fang Yun also cordially received them.

Before the meeting began, the atmosphere at the scene became very warm, completely different from the tension when Fang Yun was greeted before.

The sedan chair was carried by everyone, even those Qingguan who opposed Jingguo, most of them sincerely congratulated Fang Yun at this moment, but after today, it is another matter.

After a short time, Fang Yun sat on the main seat, and Dong Wencong, the state pastor, stood at the front of the banquet and presided over the meeting.

Dong Wencong first bloomed with spring thunder, welcomed Fang Yun on behalf of the people of Xiangzhou, and then saw the flowers flying around Baling City, turning Baling into a city that never sleeps.

There were people cheering everywhere in Baling City.

Subsequently, Dong Wencong made several achievements.

The new Wenhui of normal officials has only a dozen sentences of merits, but as soon as Dong Wencong opens his mouth, it is endless, from Tongsheng, Xiucai, Juren, Jinshi, Hanlin to University Scholar, there are countless kinds of merits.

When Dong Wencong was halfway through speaking, an official smiled in a low voice: "What I know is the merits of a governor, but if I don't know, I think it is the merits of all the governors of a country." ”

The people nearby nodded slightly, and then they all looked at Fang Yun with envy.

It is said that the pursuit of scholars is to leave a name in history after death, and now that Fang Yun is not dead, he has already made great achievements that will shock future generations.

Due to the spring thunder on the tongue when the merits were counted, the entire Baling City was boiling from the first sentence, and people everywhere in the city cheered loudly and talked about it.

Fang Yun's popularity in Baling City skyrocketed at an incredible rate.

Others have counted their merits, and the wine is still warm, and now they have counted the merits of the party, and all the dishes of the banquet are cold.

The evening breeze of early autumn swept through the parade building, bringing autumn comfort to the cultural meeting.

After that, it was the normal process of the new meeting, and after Fang Yun made his inauguration speech, everyone began to eat and drink.

After eating for half an hour, Fang Yun began to toast each table.

The atmosphere at the scene was very warm, Fang Yun's status was high but young, so the scholars made a rule that they were not allowed to use any force such as talent or courage to force away the drunkenness, and then began to toast, in fact, Fang Yun was poured into it.

Since no one was allowed to use external force to force away drunkenness, a small number of people became drunk while drinking, and some officials began to say all kinds of drunken words.

Fang ...... Fang Xusheng ...... As an elephant state official, I might ...... I may object to you, but as a scholar, I will throw myself at you! Do you know that I will give you one!" The drunk Xiangzhou official was about to kneel down and bow on the spot, and Fang Yun and the people next to him hurriedly pulled him to make him give up.

"Alas, Fang Xusheng's poems are so good! If he can write a new poem and give it to me, I will immediately become a protégé of King Ji and a lackey of the governor!"

"Nonsense! Fang Xusheng can buy a scholar with a piece of poetry, but he can't buy you a scholar?"

"Scholar, are you too ...... I said that he can buy the Great Confucian, do you believe it? I said that you can buy the half-saint, do you believe it?"

"It's possible!"

Most of the officials, though drunk, remained sober and only spoke more casually than usual.

When everyone was almost drunk, Dong Wencong blushed and said: "Don't drink, stop, stop! Baling's little guys, come and present poems! I told you in advance, Fang Xusheng is not going to go all out to compose poems today, if you can suppress Xusheng, this life may be this opportunity!"

After July, it is autumn, so the text will require autumn mood, autumn scenery, and no limit to rhyme.

After a while, young scholars from Xiangzhou came forward to compose poems one after another.

The young readers were a little nervous, after all, they were facing a void of sainthood.

In the end, a total of 30 people came on the stage to present poems, but only one person was more than a foot taller than the county level.

The Xiangzhou officials present were very happy, and if they didn't even leave the county, everyone would probably be extremely disappointed.

The person who made the county poem was selected as the leader, and Fang Yun gave the leader a Jinshi Wenbao, which made this poor show so excited that his hands trembled.

The officials present were not surprised, and many of them knew how rich Fang Yun's family was.

After resting for a while, Dong Wencong got up and said, "Please ask the Governor to come forward and compose poems!"

Fang Yun smiled and got up, and then everyone in the audience stood up, and some drunk people cheered loudly, very happy.

Fang Yun walked in front of everyone, took the ink ingot and gently grinded the ink, and before he could lift the pen, someone suddenly spoke.

"Fang Xusheng, it is a critical moment to compete for the first of the four talents, this poem is likely to be related to whether it can become the head of the four talents, you must not take it lightly!"

Many people looked at the person who opened their mouths in surprise, it was the Xiangzhou Rite Division Zheng Nie Changju.

Many of the Jing officials had ugly faces.

It was originally a good internal cultural meeting in Xiangzhou, but it was a moth.

Nie Changju's words are nothing more than provoking, just ignore them, but deliberately said them at the literary meeting, purely to disgust people and make people unhappy.

. (To be continued.) )