Time passed minute by minute, Fang Yun was still sleeping, but there was an undercurrent surging in the capital. =

Most of the Shangshe Jinshi are more or less related to various families or wealthy families, so the wives and concubines of Shangshe Jinshi can also directly invite people or Jinshi.

After a while, the people of the upper house were busy, and everyone left Fang Yun's house with a large stack of letters in their hands and sent them to various homes in the capital.

Unlike the usual prayer posts or letters, these letters have a scent and are all letterheads used by women.

Jiang House.

"That old thing, for that slut, he actually cried and read "Jiang Chengzi" in public, is there still me in his heart!" Mrs. Jiang sat on the chair with a gloomy face. She is only fifty years, far younger than Jiang Hechuan, the prime minister, if it weren't for Jiang Hechuan's original partner who died, she wouldn't be the main house.

At this moment, the porter hurriedly ran in, and shouted when he entered the door: "Mrs. ......" When the porter saw that Mrs. Jiang's face was wrong, he was so frightened that he knelt down and begged for mercy in a low voice.

"Damn the little ones, damn the little ones......"

Mrs. Jiang restrained the anger on her face in the blink of an eye, and asked with a pleasant face, "Say, what's the big deal?"

"A lady from Chen Sheng's family wrote a letter, saying that she was Qiao Juze's wife and had an old relationship with you. ”

"Hurry up and give me the letter!" Mrs. Jiang immediately stood up, although Jiang Hechuan was a great Confucian, she was also a first-class lady, her grade was higher than Qiao Chen's, but her actual status was far inferior to Qiao Chen's, after all, the other party was the daughter of a half-saint family.

The porter handed it to the maid who ran over, and the maid trotted to deliver the letter to Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang Zhanxin looked at it, thought for a moment, slammed the table, and said: "Yuhuan is so chaste, I am a lady of literature, how can I stand by and watch!

Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Hanlin has passed away. The power of the Zhou family fell into the hands of Mrs. Zhou.

Whether it is a relative of the Zhou family or a neighbor, all of them are respectful to Mrs. Zhou, because Mrs. Zhou also has an identity, the great-granddaughter of Chen Sheng Chen Guanhai, who is over 90 years old and still healthy.

Mrs. Zhou was quite famous in the capital back then, and whenever the palace invited the ladies of the capital, the first letter would inevitably be sent to Mrs. Zhou, but as Mrs. Zhou grew older, she rarely participated in the banquet, and even did not participate in the wedding of Chen Jing, the eldest son of Chen Shengshi's family. I didn't get to see Mrs. Chen for the last time.

Mrs. Zhou silently looked at a letter jointly written by Yang Yuhuan and Qiao Chen, read it three times, and asked the maid next to her to read it three times before putting the letter aside.

Mrs. Zhou squinted, and after a full quarter of an hour, she said in a hoarse voice: "Take the crested cane given by Chen Zu, and the official uniform given by Emperor Jinglong, and the old body is going to listen to the drums in front of the palace!" Go and write three letters for me, I say you write them, and finally put my seal on them, and send them away!"

Li's Mansion, Sun's Mansion, Zhang's Mansion, Zhao's Mansion......

All the officials or wives of families who have ever expressed dissatisfaction with the left minister. All received one or more letters, and almost every lady produced one or more letters.

The officials of the capital quarreled in the court, but they did not know that their wives were going to do something more meaningful.

Yufang Building, the largest flower building in Jingguo.

Yufang Building is open all day. But just a quarter of an hour ago, it was suddenly announced to be closed, coaxing all the guests.

The guests all knew that several disciples of the family had dry shares in Yufang Building, and they also lost money. They all left with amusement.

In the lobby of Yufang Building, more than 200 women were standing, and the old bustard Saihuaniang of Yufang Building was standing on the second floor, although she was wearing heavy makeup, she still couldn't hide her red and swollen eyes.

“...... Girls, what is the reason why our Yufanglou can sit firmly in the No. 1 Hualou in the capital by virtue of money, power, and power? It is those literati who appreciate their faces and give the best poems to the girls of our Yufanglou! But! No matter how many poems those literati and writers have now, they are all bullshit! Do you know what the Ten Kingdoms Hualou says now? Who can be the first to invite Fang Yunfang Zhenguo's poems, who is the real No. 1 Hualou in the world!"

Saihua Niang glanced at the girl whose eyes were also red and swollen, and said, "You have heard Fang Zhenguo's poems, and you have also heard the words, I don't need to say how he wrote." I just ask, if Fang Zhenguo comes here now, who is willing to spend money to accompany Fang Zhenguo?"

"I ......"

"I!

A group of flower girls shouted loudly, and even the shyest Qingqi people on weekdays scrambled to be the first.

"Okay! Now you not only have the opportunity to accompany Fang Zhenguo, but also have the opportunity to get 100,000 taels of silver! Fang Zhenguo is unjustly imprisoned, we women can't help him anything, but we can still help him slap people! It's a girl, go out with me now and go to Zuo Xiangfu! Let's not scold people, just stand at the door of Zuo Xiangfu to solicit guests, and use your most sassy method and most prodigal voice to solicit, so that Zuo Xiangfu will become the first kiln in the capital! If anyone is powerful, let Fang Yun inscribe poems on our Yufanglou, not only reward 100,000 taels of silver, but also ensure that you marry a wishful husband! Girls, follow me!"

"Let's go! for Fang Zhenguo!"

"This girl fights!"

"I don't ask Fang Wenhou to write poems, just ask him to look at me, and I will be willing!"

The women of Manchun Courtyard, Qunfang Pavilion, Baihualou and other flower buildings in the capital stopped picking up customers, and went to Zuoxiang's Mansion one after another or by carriage.

The official who secretly supervised the capital held the official seal, looked down from the sky, shook his head and smiled bitterly, and saw that two strange places appeared in the capital, and a large number of carriages or women began to go to these two places.

One is the main entrance of the palace, and the other is the residence of the left minister.

An hour later, the door of the left prime minister turned into a sea of women, the scantily dressed flower girl surrounded the left prime minister's mansion, all kinds of prodigal words drowned the left prime minister's mansion, thousands of flower girls shouted with all their might, and the men passing by were all soft, reluctant to leave, but had to leave.

The subordinates of the Zuo Xiangfu and the rest of the people were in a panic, the wife and concubine or daughter-in-law of the Zuo Xiang secretly wept, the men didn't care, but the reputation of the women of the Zuo Xiangfu was afraid that it would be ruined.

In the study, Ji Zhibai looked at Zuo Xiang nervously, for fear that Zuo Xiang would angrily use the power of scholars to drive away these flower girls.

Zuo Xiang smiled indifferently and said: "The old man was also romantic back then, how can a mere female streamer mess with my mind." There is no need to worry, when the third Fang Yun poem does not control the country, they will naturally disperse. At that time, it will be their faces that will be lost, and it will be Fang Yun's face that will be lost!"

"What the teacher said is that the disciple admires it. "Ji Zhibai said.

The sun is setting. The people of the ten countries were waiting quietly, and thousands of women wearing official uniforms gathered in front of the Jingguo Imperial Palace.

"Knock ......"

"Wronged ......"

With the sound of drums, Yang Yuhuan's mournful chant opened the prelude to the drastic changes in the capital.

In the tiger prison, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

"You've been waiting a long time. ”

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he said, "Please borrow three feet of drawing paper for use." ”

"I'll get it!" Huo Sijiao turned and ran.

Not long after, Huo Sijiao came with a roll of drawing paper and personally laid it for Fang Yun.

Fang Yun didn't think about it, and immediately began to paint in the freehand style of the famous bamboo painter Zheng Xie and Zheng Banqiao.

Fang Yun put down the pen quickly, and it didn't take long. I saw that there were three more bamboos on the painting, which were rooted in the rocks, and there was a strong wind blowing around them, but they kept blowing the slender bamboos.

A torture hall Jin Shiqi said: "This painting has a sparse appearance, thin pen strength, quite an ordinary posture, it is actually a thick ink for the face, light ink for the back, a change from the previous method of painting bamboo, can be called a miracle!"

"How could Fang Yun draw so quickly?" Huo Sijiao muttered to himself.

"It must be in the chest!"

Fang Yun painted bamboo in the style of Zheng Banqiao, and then inscribed poems on the painting.

"Bamboo stone. ”

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax.

The roots are in the broken rock.

Thousands of blows are still strong,

Ren Er's east, west, north and south winds. ”

The poem is talented, and he is only one inch short of the country.

Meanwhile. Another crisp sound came from the page, similar to the sound of the previous "Lime Moan".

It's just that unlike before, this crisp sound was only heard by Fang Yun alone, and then rose into the air.

This strange sound flew in one direction of the capital. In the process of flying, a little bit of strange light flew from all directions of Jingguo and merged into the sound. Let this voice seem to carry the anger of all peoples and the hatred of all beings.

"It's another gallant poem!" Huo Sijiao exclaimed.

This poem and "Lime Yin" have their own merits, "Lime Yin" has the will to sacrifice, and this "Bamboo and Stone" has a firm heart. "The Torture Hall Jinshi Dao.

Huo Sijian nodded, but was suddenly stunned, and recited the first sentence repeatedly.

"Insist that Qingshan will not relax, insist that Qingshan will not relax......" Every time I read it, Huo Sijiao's face became ugly.

In the process of Huo Sijiao's repeated recitation, the voice of Jiang Hechuan, the prime minister, has spread all over the country, and the talent of "Bamboo and Stone" easily broke through four feet, and the poem became a town.

Jixian County Ya.

When Jiang Hechuan was reciting "Bamboo and Stone", the county magistrate Cai He was drinking tea, and after hearing the first sentence "insisting on Qingshan and not relaxing", he spit out a mouthful of tea, and then coughed.

"What a Fang Zhenguo! Sure enough, revenge will be avenged!"

To the north of Jingguo, in the tent of the former army camp.

"Hahahaha......" Zhang Poyue's voice spread throughout the army, "Fang is lucky, it's good to kill Zuo Xiang! I'll personally help you tame the royal eagle demon handsome!"

The capital, the left prime minister's house.

Jing Guo's current champion Ji Zhibai looked at the mentor in front of him in horror, and just now he heard it with his own ears, and the eyebrows of his mentor Liu Shan seemed to sound softly.

Zuo Xiang Liu Shan clutched the table with his right hand, traces of blood flowed from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth, his lips were closed, and his teeth were clucking.

"Well...... Teacher, what's wrong with you?" Ji Zhibai asked in a panic.

"Fang Yun Xiao'er! I actually hid my name in the poem, and used the poem to attract the people's hearts and hurt me!"

"Impossible! You have the protection of the national fortune, how can you be injured?"

Liu Shan's hand slowly left the table, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face was gloomy, and he said slowly: "His national fortune at the moment is already above me! He first pressed me with his national fortune, and then hurt me with the people's heart! This matter is very strange, he must have a poem before that can attract the hearts of the people, otherwise it is impossible to have such power!"

"Why didn't the Sect Saint remind you?" Ji Zhibai asked.

Liu Shan smiled helplessly and said, "The Sect Sage Lord is in the Holy Discussion, and in order to confront the East Sage Lord, he must go in person." When it comes to the controversy of the Holy Path, how can he remind me. ”

"Could it be that it was calculated?" Ji Zhibai was shocked.

Liu Shan shook his head and said, "It's just an accident, but it's ...... This poem has set my literary courage back for at least a few years! I could have become a great Confucian at any time, but now it is very difficult to become a great Confucian in a year!" As he spoke, a flash of anger flashed in Liu Shan's eyes.

"Fang Yun, hurt my teacher, how can I tolerate you!" Ji Zhibai rushed out.

"Come back!" Liu Shan shouted, stopping Ji Zhibai. (To be continued!)

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