When many officials heard Zhang Poyue's words, they showed an expression as if they knew it would happen. Zhang Poyue was known as the most tough guy in Jing State, and even Li Wenying, the left prime minister or the literary prime minister could not do anything to him.
Some people shook their heads, saying that this was too shameless.
Zhang Poyue stroked the big beard on his chin, smiled and said to the other party: "I wanted to go to the West Sub-City, but when I heard the voice of the Half-Saint, I came to take a look. I didn't expect that the little beast from Qing Country wanted to escape, so I killed him. You don't have to be afraid, Lord Jianmei will definitely solve it. I will live on the dragon patrol boat these days, don't disturb me if you have nothing to do." After saying that, he turned and left.
The officials burst into laughter. As expected, he was still the same Zhang Poyue. He would take action when he should, and would never show up when he should. Once he went to the dragon patrol boat, Shi Jun would definitely not be able to do anything to him.
"By the way, I'll have someone send you an egg today!" Zhang Poyue's voice came from afar.
Everyone looked at Fang Yun together, curious about what kind of egg Zhang Poyue would give them.
Prefect Dong whispered to Fang Yun, "If Governor Zhang kills Shi Dehong, Shi Jun will not bother you and will only go to him. You don't have to worry."
Fang Yun nodded, naturally understanding that Zhang Poyue was helping him.
Those people from Qing walked out dejectedly, while the people from Jing watched them leave with pride.
Feng Yuanjun said loudly: "My Jing country has not had a top scholar in the mountain of books for a hundred years. Today, Fang Yunyong won the first place, which is a great joy for my Yuhai Mansion and even Jing country. Fang Yun, why don't you leave your calligraphy to commemorate this great event and encourage future generations to bravely climb the mountain of books?"
Everyone looked at Fang Yun expectantly, because famous quotes and couplets have a great motivating effect on scholars. Now every scholar household in Jiangzhong has a copy of "Praise of the Humble Dwelling".
"Then I will write a piece of paper to encourage learning, and share it with all the scholars."
The Academy of Literature never lacked the four treasures of the study, and someone immediately carried a table with the four treasures of the study.
Many students are eagerly looking forward to seeing Fang Yun’s handwritten works with their own eyes, which are better than those sold in bookstores.
Fang Yun picked up the pen and thought for a moment before he began to write. As he wrote, the sound of reading aloud and boating on the sea came out from his pen.
Hearing this voice, no one cared about what Fang Yun wrote. Some were staring at Fang Yun's face, or at Fang Yun's pen. No one could hide the shock in their hearts.
In Shengyuan Continent, calligraphy is the first of the six arts of a gentleman, and the first of the four friends of literati, namely, music, chess, calligraphy and painting. There is no shortcut, and it requires long-term hard study and practice. Therefore, people with good calligraphy are sometimes more respected than those with high literary status. Once you reach the third level of calligraphy, any piece of calligraphy is worth a thousand taels, and if it is a fine piece of calligraphy, it is often worth tens of thousands.
As for the works of the fourth realm of calligraphy, they are treasures that even the dragon clan is eager to obtain, and even semi-saints rarely reach that level.
People speculated that since Fang Yun could reach the first level of calligraphy at such a young age, it would be very likely that he could reach the third or even fourth level in the future.
Fang Yun was focused and slowly wrote the couplet to encourage learning.
There is a path to the mountain of books through diligence.
The official behind Fang Yun was shocked when he saw halfway and almost tried to stop it.
Before Confucius established the Holy Academy, "Shushan and Xuehai" were just common words. But since the establishment of the two holy places, Shushan and Xuehai, few literati dared to write the names of the holy places in poems, essays and couplets. If they did not write well, they would be criticized and judged. The most terrible thing was that if they were disrespectful or deviated from the original intention of the holy place, they might be counterattacked by the power of the holy place.
Everyone knows that holy places have spirits.
However, those officials endured it. Since Fang Yun was personally named the best in the ten countries by the semi-saint, it was not taboo for him to write about the mountain of books and the sea of learning. They just hoped that what he wrote would not be too bad, otherwise the mountain of books would send down its power to fight back, which would be embarrassing.
Soon, Fang Yun finished writing two couplets.
The path to the mountain of books is through diligence, and the boat to the boundless sea of learning is through hard work.
Many literati noticed at a glance that the couplet had neat rhythm and could almost be considered a model of seven-character couplets. They nodded repeatedly and thought its meaning was also worth pondering.
"Boom..."
The holy temple suddenly burst into energy, with a loud bang, and then powerful vibrations spread in all directions, like a strong ring-shaped wind.
Everyone had to raise their arms to protect their faces and squint to look at the holy temple inside the gate.
"It's over. Did the couplet written by Fang Yun violate the taboo of Shushan?" Many officials felt chilled.
However, a strange scene happened. Fang Yun's couplet actually floated in the wind and flew to both sides of the main entrance of the Academy of Literature.
The couplet, along with the paper and the words, was integrated into the rock door frame, and then the rock of the door frame slowly bulged out and turned into the fourteen words written by Fang Yun.
At the same time, these fourteen words appeared on the main door frames of all county academies, prefectural academies, state academies and the Ten Countries' Academy of Sciences across the Ten Countries.
The path to the mountain of books is through diligence, and the boat to the boundless sea of learning is through hard work.
In front of the Yuhai Mansion Academy of Literature, everyone was shocked.
All the scholars looked at Fang Yun in disbelief, because not hanging a couplet in front of the Academy of Literature was an old story from many years ago, and it had sparked discussion among the saints.
The Tianxia Academy of Literature, the Holy Temple within the Academy, the Holy Academy, and the Holy Temples within the Holy Academy, these four places only have name plaques but no couplets. Logically, these places should all have some couplets hanging on them.
But the saints finally failed to make a decision and simply left it to the holy temples and holy academies around the world to choose, but this wait lasted for hundreds of years.
But now, the Holy Temple and the Holy Court chose Fang Yun's couplet.
From now on, everyone in the world who passes by literary academies in various places will see this couplet to encourage learning. In terms of literary reputation, it is more terrifying than ten national poems.
Fang Yun felt helpless, because this couplet was written by Han Yu, the leader of the Eight Great Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties. The sage Su Dongpo praised him as "the one who revived the literature after eight dynasties' decline." This means that the literature in the eight dynasties of Song, Qi, Liang, Chen, Wei, Qi, Zhou, Sui and the early Tang Dynasty declined, but Han Yu rose up, reversed the trend of the decline of literature and revived the glory of ancient literature.
In terms of ancient poetry, Han Yu is far inferior to Li Bai, Du Fu, and the Younger Li Bai. But in terms of articles and status in Confucianism, Han Yu is better. Moreover, he is a great figure who was admitted to the Confucius Temple. The entire Tang Dynasty was full of stars, but only two people were admitted to the Confucius Temple. It was not as easy to enter as in the Song and Ming dynasties in later generations.
Fang Yun originally just wanted to pick the one he was most familiar with and that would match the mountain of books, so he chose this couplet. He never expected that it would be printed on the gate of the Academy of Literature.
An official whispered, "That's good. From now on, Fang Yun will have a higher status in the hearts of Jingguo and some scholars. However, the people of Qingguo, Wuguo, or a few others may be extremely jealous or even resentful."
"At that time, there was a consensus that the couplets in front of the doors of various places should not only have profound meanings, but also be easy to understand, so that anyone who can read can understand them at a glance. But it is easier said than done. Fang Yun was so good that he not only dared to write the two holy places of the mountain of books and the sea of learning, but also was easy to understand and the meaning was very profound. If the temple didn't choose him, who would it choose!"
"Fortunately, it's just a couplet. If Fang Yun had written a scripture or a policy paper and spread it around the world, the demon saints and barbarian saints would have gone crazy."
"But the scholars of the ten countries cannot help but pay attention to it!" said Feng Yuanjun.
Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Hongzhuang were in the crowd. Yang Yuhuan covered her mouth, extremely surprised, her eyes full of joy. She didn't understand what was going on, but she understood it because of what people around her were talking about.
Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun, who was being treated like a star by so many officials, and her eyes were filled with even more tenderness.
Zhao Hongzhuang looked at Fang Yun with a dazed look.
Seeing that the situation was getting worse and worse, Fang Yun decisively clasped his fists and said, "Everyone, I'm going home first!"
"Go slowly, we'll take you there!"
"Let's go! Get in the car, we'll take you down from the car!"
"Yes! You are the top scholar in the ten countries, and you just wrote a couplet for the Academy of Literature. You can't make any mistakes."
"I've been in Yuhai City for so many years, and I finally met such a great man who shook the ten countries. How can I just watch you go like this? I must send you to your doorstep!"
A group of military generals rushed over excitedly and surrounded Fang Yun. The civil officials thought about it, half of them did not move, and the other half came over.
Fang Yun was stunned for a long time before he said, "Everyone, I'll go by myself."
Fang Shouye on the side said with a smile: "We send... Huh?" Then he looked up at the sky above the holy temple.
Fang Yun also looked over curiously, and saw that suddenly a large group of black geese with words on them flew over the holy temple. There were thousands of them, covering the sky and the earth, and there was a trend of increasing numbers. Some flew towards Feng Yuanjun, some flew towards Prefect Dong, and only a very small number of secret texts that no one could see entered the official seals of certain officials.
No one had ever seen such an exaggerated scene.
Looking at thousands of wild geese circling in the sky, some people stared blankly, some people couldn't help laughing, the scene was really too funny, and then they looked at Prefect Dong and Feng Yuanjun curiously, wanting to know what was going on.
The two people opened one text message after another.
The two of them became happier and happier as they watched, especially Governor Dong, who couldn't stop smiling.
Feng Yuanjun noticed that others were waiting eagerly, and said with a smile: "A few people came to congratulate the scholar from Yuhai Mansion for winning the first prize. The rest were all asking about the couplet. It turns out that it's not just the literary academy of Yuhai Mansion that has changed, but all the literary academies in the ten countries have this couplet at their doors. Because the Holy Academy has already recorded that this couplet was written by Fang Yun, they all want to verify it, so officials or academies from all over the country have sent letters to inquire."
Many people looked at Fang Yun with envy. Perhaps Fang Yun was the only one in the world who could cause such a thing.
Fang Yun said hurriedly: "Let me go."
Fang Shouye smiled and said, "Come on, we will send you off together. You are now a big shot that everyone in the ten countries is paying attention to. We don't feel comfortable letting you go home alone. Let's go."
Fang Yun walked forward helplessly. Twenty or thirty officials of at least the seventh rank surrounded him and walked forward together.
The people in front made way one after another, and many of them watched Fang Yun leave with a smile, with envy in their eyes. Being escorted by so many officials, Fang Yun could walk around Yuhai City with ease in the future.
Yang Yuhuan, Zhao Hongzhuang and Mr. Pang who was protecting Fang Yun were in the crowd. Yang Yuhuan and Zhao Hongzhuang came over in a hurry. Fang Yun stepped forward and held Yang Yuhuan's hand without any hesitation. Yang Yuhuan struggled for a few times, but finally lowered her head and followed Fang Yun happily. (To be continued...)