Fang Yun sat in the carriage, getting closer and closer to Yueyang Tower, and kept hearing Jingguo people scolding Zhang Longxiang along the way, interpreting "Viewing Dongting Lake for Qingjun" and "Ascending Yueyang Tower" from various angles. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, what made Fang Yun couldn't help but laugh was the handbooks in the Zhujiang official seal, including the Lei family, the Zong family, and Qingjun's handwritten handwriting, if these contents were transmitted to the outside world, they would definitely form a big earthquake on the list, and at the same time make a large number of people faint with laughter.

After a while, the carriage stopped thirty zhang away from Yueyang Tower.

A Jinshi general walked to the door of the car and said in a low voice: "Your Excellency Governor Qiqi, according to the rules of the Wenhui, you are not allowed to take a carriage within a hundred zhang of Yueyang Tower, you can only walk, you are a ......"

"Okay, I'll get off here. ”

Fang Yun said, put away the official seal, opened the door curtain, and stepped on the ground.

The noon sun was strong, Fang Yun squinted slightly and returned to normal, under the illumination of the sun, the Yueyang Tower with golden tiles and red walls was particularly eye-catching.

Fang turned around and looked to the rear, and saw that the soldiers were lined up in the road, blocking the road, and there were a large number of people standing not far away, including the people of Xiangzhou and foreign talents.

Seeing Fang Yun looking at them, those people cheered excitedly and waved desperately.

"Your Excellency, Ann!"

"Fang Zhenguo will win!"

"Fang Xusheng will be able to suppress the literary world!"

Fang Yun was helpless in his heart, he was just a virtual saint, and this kind of thing was really not appropriate.

As soon as Fang Yun bowed his hand to everyone, he turned around and walked towards Yueyang Tower.

Yueyang Tower is the gate tower of the city wall, there are stairs leading to the city wall on both sides, and the human race respects the left, so according to the etiquette, Fang Yun should ascend the stairs from the left side.

Before Fang Yun could climb the tower, he saw many people behind the city wall.

One person shouted loudly: "Governor Fang, Zhang Mingzhou has already composed two good poems in a row, if you don't make a poem to kill him, how can you go upstairs?"

Fang Yun looked up, and the person who spoke was none other than Wenxiang Jiang Hechuan.

Next to Jiang Hechuan, there are all purple robes, Chen Mingding and Zhang Hu, who Fang Yun often sees, Wu Jiu and He Qionghai who have been in contact with in the Holy Courtyard, and the stupid Confucianism Tian Songshi who has returned from grinding, in addition to the familiar Confucians, such as Ye Hongyu, Zhou Qingtian and so on.

There are also some great Confucians from other countries who Fang Yun has only seen in the public opinion and is not familiar with.

This lineup, not to mention guarding Yueyang Tower, can make the demon world chaotic for a while if it is placed on the mountains of the two realms.

On both sides of those great Confucians, there were a few people who did not wear purple robes, such as Wu Jun who was wearing a lifting uniform, and Mizhou Mu Sai Zhixue, who had not long been promoted to a university scholar, because Sai Zhixue was a high-ranking official in Jingguo, even if he was a university scholar, he was also qualified to stand on the Yueyang Tower to participate in this meeting before the meeting.

Fang Yun didn't salute either, raised his head and smiled: "Mr. Hechuan, are you cheering me on, or are you helping Zhang Longxiang embarrass me?"

Zhang Longxiang wrote a good poem before he climbed Yueyang Tower, and he wrote a good poem of 'Wu Chu is southeast of the tower, and Qiankun floats day and night', and you must write a good poem before climbing the tower. Jiang Hechuan said.

Those great Confucians all smiled and nodded, and even a few people agreed with Jiang Hechuan, purely coaxing.

"People's hearts are not ancient, they don't help their own people, they help outsiders......" Fang Yun shook his head lightly.

"Hurry up, you can't let us old arms and legs wait, can you bear it?" Jiang Hechuan began to rely on the old and sell the old.

"Fang Xusheng, back then, you were able to write a poem in a hundred steps, and this time in the process of ascending the building, you will definitely be able to write a good poem and beat Zhang Longxiang!"

Stupid Rutian Songshi said: "It's not that I don't look at you, you can't be overwhelmed by Zhang Longxiang's momentum in front of Wenbi! Zhang Longxiang is 'shaking Yueyang City'!"

The people on the tower laughed.

Fang Yun shook his head lightly, those ordinary scholars along the way were all waiting for him, completely treating Zhang Longxiang as an enemy, but these great Confucians had different visions and minds, they didn't value the victory or defeat of this literary meeting, whether Fang Yun won or lost, in their opinion, it was expected.

Their status and level, there is no need to care about the victory or defeat of this kind of cultural meeting, but they are also human beings and have their own attitudes, since they have come here, they are already supporting Fang Yun.

Those ordinary scholars analyzed the victory or defeat of the Wenhui very well, but in the eyes of these great Confucians, even if Fang Yun lost, he could make a comeback, and it was impossible to be completely defeated, so there was no need to worry at all. Some Confucians even want Fang to transport it once, thinking that this is a good thing for Fang Yun.

Fang Yun walked towards the stairs and said, "Today may disappoint you, today, I will only write the poems set by Zhang Longxiang." If Zhang Longxiang didn't have a fixed title for the poem, I wouldn't be ready to compose a poem. Of course, I will definitely write something. ”

"That's it, Wenbi couldn't force you before. Come and have a drink with us old guys. Jiang Hechuan said.

Fang Yun smiled: "Why, before the Wenhui started, you drank it?"

"If you don't come, we can't wait. Under the autumn breeze, a few old friends made a drinking order together, and drank a few glasses, which was very fast. It's a pity that we came late and didn't see you greet Qingjun. Jiang Hechuan's eyes were full of smiles.

Many Confucians on the city tower laughed unkindly, and the things of "third-rate Qingjun" and "benevolence and righteousness" have spread all over the world, and the human race has not seen a monarch become a laughing stock for many years.

"Qingjun...... Should have been following me all the time, it's almost there. Fang Yun looked up the stairs to the east of the city.

Sure enough, Qingjun and Gu Jun's convoy had stopped, and when they arrived at the Yueyanglou area, Qingjun and Gu Jun got off the carriage first, and some great Confucians such as Zong Ganyu, the head of the sect family, also got off one after another.

Although Zong Ganyu and others participated in Yingqingjun, they never came forward to speak, and that kind of small scene was not worth their action.

Fang Yun glanced at them with a smile, nodded slightly, and finally glanced at Qingjun's hat again, then turned back and continued to ascend to the city.

Qingjun and Gu Jun stopped, and waited for those great Confucians to walk behind them before walking towards Yueyang Tower together.

At this time, everyone also saw that Qingjun had changed his crown, and it was no longer the Pingtian crown officially worn by the monarch, but an ordinary hair crown.

Most of the Great Confucians' expressions remained unchanged, but some people in Jingguo smiled unabashedly.

Jiang Hechuan bowed his hand to Qingjun and said, "The old man is the minister of Jingguo, and I apologize deeply for the inconvenience that Qingjun encountered in Baling City. ”

Qingguan behind Qingjun almost rolled his eyes, and said that Jiang Hechuan was a benevolent gentleman, and he was polite even in the face of people from enemy countries, but now it was good, as soon as they met, Qingjun's scar was revealed, this was definitely intentional, and Jiang Hechuan's mind would never be stupid enough to accidentally say such a thing.

Obviously, the worship of Sanyang Ping Tianguan and Qingjiang Commercial Bank also caused Jiang Hechuan's dissatisfaction.

Qingjun's face was gloomy, and he said: "Mr. Hechuan is polite, Jingguo is located in a remote area, and the style of writing is not strong, and it has been very good to hold such a grand event for the first time." ”

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