"This is Fang Yun's manuscript. It only has ten characters and is not a poem!" the man shouted while holding it up.
When everyone looked, they saw that there were indeed ten words written on it.
Orioles sing and willows play on the bank in the bright moonlit morning.
Everyone at the meeting was stunned. They could never imagine that someone would do such a thing. Whether it was Duan Qing or Zhang Zhixing and others, by the time they wanted to stop it, it was too late.
Almost at the moment when that person raised the paper, Zhang Zhixing and several others opened their mouths and were about to start a verbal battle, but in the end they were a step too slow and were called out by that person. Even if they killed that person now, it would be of no avail.
"How dare you! How dare you snatch other people's manuscripts in openly at a literary gathering! Come, kick him out of the venue. After the literary gathering is over, I will report to the president of Chongwen Academy and have this rude person expelled from the academy!" Zhang Zhixing's eyes were burning with flames of anger, his fists were clenched, and he wished he could punch that Gu countryman in the face.
One of them stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, this brother just wants to see Fang Xusheng's calligraphy, why bother to fight and kill. I think if this man apologizes to Fang Yun, the matter will be over, after all, it is a gift to the Spring Literary Society. However, one thing is one thing! Fang Xusheng failed in writing a poem, so as long as he participates in the literary society, he will definitely be punished!"
Many people wanted to defend Fang Yun, but when they saw who was speaking, they kept their mouths shut.
This young man, with delicate features and a brand new Hanlin robe, is none other than Zong Yun from the Zong family, who has been enrolled for three years and is about to leave the Holy Academy. After Zong Wuyuan, a genius from the Zong family, left the Holy Academy, this Zong Yun became the Zong family's representative in Chongwen Academy, and all the miscellaneous family disciples followed his lead.
Zong Wude, who once entered the Holy Ruins with Fang Yun, has also just entered the Holy Academy. However, because he majored in Confucianism, his control over the many students from various schools is far inferior to that of Zong Yun, a concubine.
"Are you hosting this literary gathering or am I hosting it?" Zhang Zhixing asked back.
"It is indeed Brother Zhang who presided over the literary gathering, but even Saint Fang Xu said personally that when things are unfair, people will speak out. As a member of the Holy Academy and the Chongwen Academy, and as a member of the Songchun Literary Meeting, when we encounter injustice, we naturally have reason to stand up! If you don't even have this little backbone, how can you call yourself a scholar?" Zong Yun said loudly, with full confidence.
"Brother, you are right!" Then a member of the clan stood up.
"As you all know, I don't like the Zong family. I often ridicule Jingguo on the discussion board and highly praise Fang Xusheng. But today, I want to stand on the side of Zong Yun. Fang Xusheng did not finish writing the poems, and no matter what he does, he cannot change this fact. I think that if Fang Yun really has the bearing of Xusheng, he should not only have the ability to rule the people, but also have the humility to admit his mistakes!" An old student stood up and said.
There were nearly five thousand students present. After Zong Yun finished speaking, thousands of them stood up one after another to oppose Fang Yun.
However, many people looked helpless and did not want to stand up, but their classmates and friends stood up. Some even looked at them and asked for help secretly, so they had to stand up as well.
What's more, the influence of the miscellaneous schools has always been strong, there are many people from Qing country, and there are even more people who oppose the Jinguo Academy.
If the Jinguo Academy had not been established, only three to five hundred people would have stood up at most.
Thousands of people stood up. As the host of the literary gathering, Zhang Zhixing felt a heavy pressure. If he forced them to leave, then these thousand people would definitely leave. This would lead to the biggest event in the history of the Spring Festival Literary Gathering.
Sun Renbing sneered, "Fang Xusheng used the True Dragon Order to resist the monsters and barbarians. He was strategizing in the battle hall, but you bunch of losers were stabbing him in the back! Look at my lip shape. Look carefully, all of you are losers compared to Fang Yun! We in the Bing family often say that we should try not to nag when we can take action. Let's decide today's matter with a life-and-death literary battle. Zong Yun, pick up the pen!"
As Sun Renbing spoke, he grabbed a pen and threw it at Zong Yun's feet.
Start a literary war.
Zong Yun didn't even look at the writing. He smiled and said, "Brother Sun is one of the Seven Sons of the Saint Academy. He is amazing at killing people. I can't compare to him. However, matters of the Literary Association must be resolved by the Literary Association, and matters of the War Hall must be resolved in the War Hall. Fang Xusheng has made great contributions to the human race. I would like to ask, if he rebels tomorrow, should we give up killing him because of his past merits? I think not, so, as I said before, one thing for another! Fang Xusheng has made contributions to the human race, and I bow down to him, but since he failed to write a poem at the Literary Association, I will point out justice!"
Zhang Zhixing said, "Okay, are you done? Sit down now. I have heard your suggestions. As the host of the literary gathering, Chongwen Academy asked me to handle this matter, and I have already made a decision. If you are not satisfied with my decision, after the literary gathering, you can report me to the academy. I will bear all the blame."
Zong Yun said, "Brother Zhang, what you said is wrong. When you came to your conclusion, this piece of paper did not appear. Now we have both witnesses and evidence. Fang Yun clearly did not finish writing. You made an unfair judgment. We do not accept it and should immediately ask the Holy Court to make a ruling. Since the East Holy Pavilion is in charge of the internal affairs of the human race, we should ask the East Holy Pavilion and Chongwen Academy to jointly handle this matter!"
"The Spring Festival Literary Festival has always been hosted by Chongwen Academy. You don't need to say much. Just sit down. The literary festival will continue. Are you planning to join forces to fight against Chongwen Academy?" Zhang Zhixing stared at Zong Yun gloomily.
Some of those who stood up hesitated.
Zong Yun smiled slightly and said, "If you want to accuse someone, you can always find a pretext. If Brother Zhang blindly protects Fang Yun and turns a blind eye to his failure in writing poetry, then we will leave now and protest at the main gate of the Holy Court until the Holy Court gives a satisfactory result. I guess..."
"Who said Fang Yun failed in writing poetry?" Yan Yukong's voice interrupted Zong Yun's words.
"Oh? Brother Yan, aren't you afraid of getting yourself into trouble by saying this? Everyone saw that Fang Yun only wrote ten characters. Even the shortest three-character poem has at least twelve characters. Not to mention that there are very few three-character poems nowadays. The shortest number of characters in a poem is a five-character poem, which has at least twenty characters!"
"I said Fang Yun finished writing a poem, and he finished it." Yan Yukong sat on the table and chair, drinking by himself, completely ignoring Zong Yun and others.
Zong Yun was not angry at all, and smiled and said: "First, Fang Xusheng appreciated it, and then I will listen to Yan Yukong's interpretation of the poem, please!"
Yan Yukong said calmly, "I dare not interpret the poem, after all, it is clearly written on paper. Let me ask you, the topic of the literary gathering requires today's poems to be related to 'strange', 'spring' and 'simple', is this true?"
"Of course." Zong Yun smiled.
"Then, these ten words are the ultimate in simplicity, perfectly corresponding to the title of the poem, and fully demonstrating Fang Xusheng's poetry and prose skills as well as his talent for on-the-spot response." Yan Yukong said.
“Hahahaha…” Zong Yun laughed loudly, and some people standing there also laughed along.
Some people present originally supported Fang Yun, but when they saw Yan Yukong forcing himself to explain for Fang Yun and making up stories, they actually felt annoyed.
Only a few people with extremely high attainments in poetry stared at those ten words with frowns.
.(To be continued.)