He Ludong immediately stepped forward to stop him and said, "The person chosen by the ancient minister is very inappropriate. Previously, there was not much difference in age between the two of them and Fang Xusheng, and it was normal for them to give each other away. But Zong Wuyuan is quite old, and his literary position is Hanlin, so he is not a young man in Qingguo. ”

Zong Wuyuan stepped forward and said with a smile: "Compared with Fang Xusheng, we can be called young people with little merit. It's just a name, so General He shouldn't worry about it. What's more, the three of them are getting older in turn, and there doesn't seem to be anyone too suitable except for me, otherwise, someone in my Qingguo will definitely stand up against it. General Ho, you can ask. ”

He Ludong looked at the Qingguo scholar and was speechless.

Most of the people in Qingguo felt that it was very ordinary, Zong Wuyuan was indeed qualified to say such a thing, as a descendant of a half-saint family, thirty-year-old Hanlin, if even he was not qualified to come forward, none of the people present were qualified.

However, Fang Yun found that some of the officials had cold faces, obviously disgusted by Zong Wuyuan's words.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Wuyuan has a great reputation, and he became a Hanlin before he was thirty, and he can be called the literati leader of the younger generation of Qingguo. ”

Those who were originally disgusted with Zong Wuyuan heard this, and the disgust in their eyes became even heavier.

Zong Wuyuan's eyes flashed, and he immediately untied the sword at his waist and said, "The sword is given to heroes, and poems are given to celebrities." Fang Xusheng is both a hero and a celebrity, so naturally the sword and poetry are sent together. This sword is by no means general, it is the sword of Gu Qingyuan, a famous general of my Qingguo. ”

Hearing the words "Gu Qingyuan", the smiles on the faces of many people in Jingguo disappeared. Even Fang Yun's expression changed slightly.

This Gu Qingyuan was known as a military peerless a hundred years ago, pressing Jingguo to fight, and now Yongzhou, which is adjacent to Xiangzhou. It was Gu Qingyuan who took it away from Jing Guo.

At this moment, everyone knew that there must be something wrong with the poems given by Zong Wuyuan.

I saw Zong Wuyuan holding a sword with both hands and slowly reciting poems.

"Tourists go to the scene,

The sword is worth a thousand gold.

Break up and give away,

A heart for life. ”

Many Jingguo people were puzzled at first, but then they were angry, but they could only suppress their anger in their hearts.

The poem is very ordinary on the surface. Just said that Fang Yun wanted to return to Jingguo, and Zong Wuyuan gave away the sword. It represents a piece of sincerity, the words are shallow and deep, and it is a good poem in itself.

However, the reader is not a reckless man. Many poetry articles are not as simple as they seem.

Fang Yun was already on guard, and after listening to this poem, he immediately remembered an allusion in the "Historical Records".

It is recorded in the "Historical Records" that Ji Zi met Xu Jun on the way to the mission, and Xu Jun liked the sword in Ji Zi's hand very much, but he didn't ask for it, and Ji Zi also saw it. However, Ji Zi wants to wear a sword to other countries. Nothing was said.

After the mission to other countries was completed, Ji Zi returned, ready to give the sword to Xu Jun. However, at this time, Xu Jun was dead. So, Ji Zi hung the sword on the branch in front of Xu Jun's grave.

This is a story that was praised by the ancients.

The same allusions, the same poems, if Yan Yu is empty, it must be a piece of sincerity. But if it was done by Zong Wuyuan, it obviously meant to curse Fang Yun's death.

If Zong Wuyuan is not a child of the family. In the face of this curse, Jing Guo has the right to appeal directly to the Punishment Hall and strictly investigate this person, after all, it is a very strict offense and a violation of etiquette. However, Zong Wuyuan is not only a descendant of the family, but also Zong Sheng, even if he tears his face and sues Zong Wuyuan, there will be no result in the end, at most, Zong Wuyuan orally admits his mistakes and should not use allusions.

The people of Jingguo were holding back the fire in their bellies.

Some Qingguo people showed a smug look, fighting poems and essays, arguing with each other, it is the ability of scholars, Qingguo lost a state, and scolded Fang Yun to calculate his tone.

However, most of the scholars with higher literary positions in Qingguo bowed their heads slightly, they obviously disdained to participate in this kind of battle, but in Qingguo, they could not oppose the people of the same country, so they could only be silent.

Fang Yun knew that now the people of Qingguo were looking at his jokes, and they all wanted to let their feelings go out of control and say some rude words, but he smiled indifferently.

Whether it was Zong Wuyuan, Qingjun or others, they didn't understand why Fang Yun didn't care.

Qingguo Wenxiang was cunning and cunning, immediately coughed lightly, and arched his hand: "Fang Xusheng, my Qingguo three people have finished giving poems, if you don't dislike it, just give back a poem." You are the one who has left, and it is customary not to write farewell poems. At this moment, it is the infinite spring, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, the river is surging, and any scene can be included in the poem. ”

Fang Yun smiled and said, "I want to write two songs." Since this place is Jiangnan, the first song will be "Remembering Jiangnan". ”

"Waiting for the masterpiece of the Void Saint!" Gu Fu took a step back and saluted.

Fang Yun put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and looked at the Yangtze River.

Most of the people present immediately bowed slightly, and some even bent down slightly to show respect for Fang Yun.

Fang Yun walked a few steps slowly, walked to the Ten Mile Pavilion, and opened his mouth to recite poems.

"The south of the Yangtze River is good, the scenery is old and familiar, the sunrise river flowers are red, and the river water is as green as blue in spring. Can you remember Jiangnan?"

After Fang Yun recited this famous poem by Bai Juyi, his praise was thunderous.

"Good!"

"It is worthy of being Fang Xusheng, it is also a temporary work, one person presses three soldiers!"

"The color is intense, unusually bright, and the word is full of the beauty of Jiangnan in spring!"

At this moment, the people of Qingguo are talking about things, no one dares to accuse, and no one is willing to accuse, after all, it is really well written.

"The river flowers in the sunrise are better than the river flowers in the fire, it should be the red flowers by the river, right?"

"It's hard to say. The sun rises in the east, and it can dye the waves in the red river. ”

"Green as blue is used well, the green of the river is greener than the dye, and the bright color is in front of you. ”

Everyone was talking, but the voice suddenly became quieter, just because a young jinshi suddenly asked.

"Fang Xusheng has never been to Jiangnan, why do you say 'the scenery is old'. If you haven't seen the scenery of the south of the Yangtze River, how can you say that the scenery has long been familiar?"

Zong Wuyuan and the others turned pale and did not speak.

Everyone looked at each other, pondered carefully, and some people suddenly realized.

This sentence obviously refers to the fact that many places in the south of the Yangtze River are the land of Jingguo, and Fang Yun, as a person from Jingguo, should have been familiar with it as early as possible. If this statement is true, then the first sentence Jiangnan is good, and the intention is too obvious.

It is said that it is a memory of Jiangnan, but it is better to say that Fang Yun returned to Jiangnan as a victor!

The people of Jingguo nodded and smiled slightly, probably understanding Fang Yun's intention of this poem, Fang Yun only used one word to prove that he was the victor, and counterattacked Zong Wuyuan from a higher level.

Jiangnan is good because the scenery of the past will surely reappear!

Just as Fang Cai Jingguo people couldn't fight back against Zong Wuyuan, the people of Qingguo couldn't accuse Fang Yun of anything, not to mention, Fang Yun didn't have any personal attacks, he wrote this word with the dignity of a victor, even if he admitted the metaphor, it was beyond reproach.

Gu Fu didn't want this scene to continue to be embarrassing, so he said, "May I ask Fang Xusheng, what about your second song?"

Fang Yun glanced at Zong Wuyuan, then took a deep look at Qingjun, turned around and left, his tongue blooming with spring thunder as he walked.

"In the coming day, this saint will come to the Qingguo Palace, carry this sword, and give the second poem to Qingjun!"

Qingjun's face changed drastically.

(To be continued)