The crowd was still talking.

"The Holy Front Shuangjia Imperial Court has not yet reacted, and it may have to wait for the approval of the memorial arch to reward it together, but this time the poem is out of the town, and it will inevitably appear in the court tomorrow. It stands to reason that if you write a poem about the town and country to increase the fortune of our country, at least you should be given a knighthood, and the title of 'township man' is too low, at least it should be 'county man'. ”

It is very likely that this poem was recommended by Scholar Li to the monthly magazine "Holy Dao", and "Spring Dawn" will inevitably appear in "Holy Dao" next month, which means that the two poems are together, and they have not been seen in a hundred years. ”

"But I heard that one of the three editors of the current "Holy Dao" is the youngest scholar in Qingguo, and Jingqing and Qing have been at odds for a long time, will he get in the way?"

"It's impossible, even if the three scholars are editors and reviewers, but the most Confucian is still checked, there shouldn't be a problem. ”

The problem is that Fang Yun also has a song "Twilight" that has also been recommended. ”

"The three poems are together? unprecedented, I don't know if it's a curse or a blessing. Listening to the meaning of the county honor, I don't want him to be too famous, and I have to sharpen it for a few years, but now I can't hide it. ”

"He's going to be in the limelight, Tong Sheng's poems are completely different from the poems of Confucianism, whether it's a curse or a blessing, it's my blessing to be able to be with him. ”

"However, Fang Yun, don't be proud, in the eyes of all the saints, Jingyi is the road, governing the country is the middle way, and poetry is the small way. ”

"Feng Shui takes turns, and now the demons are looking at each other, and it is unknown to use the trail to kill a semi-holy path. Su Juren faintly pointed out his views on the current situation.

"That's right. Fang Yun has such a great talent, and after a few decades, he may not be able to set foot on his own road. ”

"That's right. ”

Not long after, Cai Xianling secretly took out the ink clay he was carrying, and then asked for the poem pages from others and put them on the stone table.

"Fang Yun, come here, your word is more than ten times better than the county test, this character bone and glyph are very special, I have never seen it, it seems that there is a trend of a famous family, come and talk about it." Cai County ordered.

Everyone had already finished reading it, so they took the initiative to get out of the way and let Fang Yun walk to Cai Xianling's side.

Wang Yuanjun smiled and said: "The child can be taught, although this word is still a little immature, but it is not bad compared to ordinary children, there is already a style of everyone, and it may surpass us in less than three years." This...... County Zun, what are you doing!"

Wang Yuanjun's eyes widened, and he saw Cai Xian Ling suddenly make a move, grabbed Fang Yun's right thumb, and then pressed Fang Yun's thumb into the bright red ink, and then pressed it on the page of the poem "Jixian Morning Journey".

Fang Yun raised his thumb in confusion, and the red fingerprints on the paper were clearly visible.

Everyone looked at Cai Xianling suspiciously, which play is this?

Cai Xian Ling grabbed the page with lightning speed, and ran away, reciting the poem of the war in chapters while running.

"The young pommel horse is as fast as flying,

Sell all the Confucian clothes and buy war clothes;

I don't know how to lose muscle strength when I get old,

The night is still dreaming of relieving the siege. ”

In the process of reciting this poem, Cai Xian ordered a strong wind to blow all over his body, lightly under his feet, one step at a time, his body glided in mid-air, the speed was extremely fast, not inferior to the galloping of horses.

Cai Xian Ling laughed loudly: "Ha Lu haha, this poem should be my family heirloom! Fang Yun, you can go with confidence!"

Fang Yun almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, is this still a Jinshi? Is this still the head of a county? In this way, he still has the opportunity to become a state pastor in charge of a province? Last night he also said that he was a student of Wenxiang, and the Great Confucian taught such a student? Will he be able to discuss the scriptures happily in the future?

The others suddenly realized, and they were all red-eyed!

Su Juren shouted: "The thief is ashamed to leave, return my virtuous son-in-law Zhenguo poem! What are you waiting for, join forces to stop him!"

"Mr. Su is right, if he dares to touch the official seal of Wenbao, this official will join him!" said Wang Yuanjun angrily.

"Cai He, how can you be so treacherous! Not a son of man! Not a son of man!"

I saw Su Juren pointing at the front of Cai County's order, and quickly recited the famous war poem "Song of the Great Wind" by Liu Bang, Taizu of the Han Dynasty.

"The wind is blowing and the clouds are flying, Weijia is returning to his hometown, and the warriors are guarding the Quartet!"

Raise people to kill the enemy, and export into a chapter.

The sky sounded a sound of breaking the sky, and then a cyan tornado as high as ten zhang appeared in front of Cai County's order, and quickly blew towards Cai's county's order.

Wang Yuanjun was not to be outdone, and recited the war poem "Canglang Xing" by Chen Guanhai, a half-saint of Jingguo, at the exit, and saw a huge wave four feet high and nine feet long appeared behind Cai He, and the tornado hit back and forth. This huge wave is stronger than the force that Lu Zhutou relied on Wenbao's waist card to stimulate.

"It's crazy!" muttered one of the showmen.

Several old showmen watched the show with a smile on their faces, unless everyone present attacked desperately, it was impossible to stop Cai County's order, and the other party was a jinshi.

Fang Yun was messy in the wind, crying and laughing, but he didn't expect that the first time he saw a literati fighting with war poems, it was actually in this situation, and it was caused by one of his poems.

"Ha Luha, I'm going to decide this poem, the sword is out, open!"

I saw Cai County Ling Dalu smiling and exhaling his talents, condensing into a talented ancient sword.

The Talented Ancient Sword slashed into the tornado, and heard a loud bang on the ground, and the tornado exploded into a cloud of green qi and scattered.

At the same time, the Niu Barbarian, who had originally protected Cai County's order, jumped to a height of two feet, and then smashed his fist into the huge wave chanted by Wang Yuanjun.

"Boom!"

The bull barbarian was like a leather ball and was shocked by the powerful force and flew out, and the power of the giant wave was weakened, and it was difficult to catch up with Cai Xianling.

The bull barbarian smashed a shallow hole in the ground, then shook his head and stood up, and patted the dust off his body, and there was nothing to do.

"It turned out to be a brute general. "Fang Yun didn't expect the strength of this bull barbarian to be so strong, the barbarian general is equivalent to the human race, one person is enough to defeat an army of 1,000 people.

Although the barbarian general can't break the battle poem of the barbarian with one blow, it is more difficult to kill the barbarian general, and in a one-on-one situation, the barbarian general has a great chance of winning, and has an incomparable individual strength of the human race.

"Hahaha, Fang Yun, you go to Master Zhou tomorrow, and I will give you a small gift. Cai He rushed into the city with a smile, without the stability of the county order at all, he was simply a high-spirited madman.

Su Ju was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and scolded helplessly: "Cai He, this little fox! Why didn't I think of this trick! Fang Yun, if my daughter or granddaughter is your concubine, can you give me back that Zhenguo poem?"

Su Juren looked at Fang Yun expectantly, obviously he was in his fifties, and his eyes were more pitiful than a kitten.

Fang Yun was also very helpless, and said: "How did I know that the Cai County Order was so cunning, just a poem, forget it." I'm leaving, farewell. ”

Wang Yuanjun stretched out his hand to stop and asked, "You don't have any new poems to compose?"

"How can Zhenguo poems be so easy to write?" Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes, this Wang Yuanjun didn't even learn well.

"If you don't have Zhenguo, Mingzhou is okay, my appetite is not as big as Caixian's order, and Mingzhou can be my family's heirloom. "The king of the palace said.

Su Judao: "I don't want Mingzhou, just Dafu, words, and songs." ”

A Xiucai whispered: "Just give me a song out of the county, I'm worried that my second son doesn't have a good dowry." ”

Another Xiucai quipped: "If you can really get the first poem out of the county, you can send it to my house as a dowry, and my daughter is called Xiao Yuhuan." ”

"That's it!"

The people around laughed.

Fang Yun glanced at the two Xiucai angrily and funny, and arched his hand: "Farewell." With that, he jumped into the carriage.

Su Judao: "Don't go, my daughter's or granddaughter's marriage is easy to discuss, can you keep the next Zhenguo poem for me? I also have a niece and granddaughter." ”

Fang Yun couldn't laugh or cry, just waved goodbye.

Wang Yuanjun sighed and said: "Cai He is simply insatiable, not to mention the gift of poems, but also snatched the 'first' Zhenguo poem! This matter can't be finished! The dignified Zhenguo poem was snatched by Cai He's bastard with his handprint, what kind of system! He must be allowed to bleed, and he must not be cheapened." ”

Su Judao: "Of course you can't let him go!" But this handprint Zhenguo poem is too rare, and when you become famous in the future, you must have your own seal, and you will never press your handprint. If Fang Yun becomes a great Confucian or even canonized in the future, Cai He will take advantage of it. ”

Wang Yuanjun's face turned pale, and he said: "Thinking of the scene when Cai He snatched the Zhenguo poem, my heart hurts, my heart is dripping blood! I would rather exchange my official position for this Zhenguo poem!"

"Let's go, go to his house for breakfast, and I will go for lunch and dinner, for three days in a row! Otherwise, it will be difficult to understand the hatred in my heart!" Su Ju said angrily.

"Let's go!"

Everyone responded and walked towards the county government with a smile.

Fang Yun shook his head, lifted the curtain and went in.

It was dark inside the carriage, but Fang Yun saw a pair of bright eyes looking at him.

Yang Yuhuan's eyes were shocked, joyful, relieved, and more admired and worshipped.

"Xiaoyun, you're so amazing!" Yang Yuhuan said excitedly, staring at Fang Yun intently.

"It's okay. Fang Yun was a little embarrassed.

Yang Yuhuan said: "How can you call it? Even I, a woman, know the reputation of the national poems of Lu Dao Town." Look at those big officials, they are fighting for your business, I have never heard of such a thing, you are simply ...... No, you're a great talent!"

Fang Yun couldn't help laughing, but he didn't expect that after writing a poem, Yang Yuhuan would be like a crazy fan chasing stars, and Yang Yuhuan at this time was even more gorgeous and lovely.

Fang Yun glanced at Yang Yuhuan carefully and said, "Sister Yuhuan, you have become beautiful again, but you are still thin, so you have to continue eating." ”

"Nonsense!" Yang Yuhuan lowered his head with a red face.

Mrs. Jiang complimented: "Fang Gongzi is really a Wenqu star, and he wrote a poem and let the officials fight, and they will pay it back in the future?"

Fang Yun said with a smile: "You are too worried, Wang Yuanjun and Su Juren just started in a hurry, it's not that serious, isn't there a war poetry meeting? It's almost the same as a discussion." ”

"That's good. Mrs. Jiang said.

Fang Daniu outside said loudly: "Young master, a few years ago, I saw a war poetry meeting, when I wrote war poems with the title of 'fire', two Xiucai actually signed a life and death certificate, but one was burned alive, which was terrible. ”