Soon, the carriage approached Deyue Tower. Before Fang Yun could get off the carriage, someone on the upper floor shouted, "Fang Wujia's carriage is here!"
Fang Yun was helpless, knowing that those people were waiting for him impatiently, otherwise they would not have sent people to keep an eye on him.
The carriage stopped in front of Deyue Tower. Fang Yun got off the carriage and saw Li Wenying, Zhang Poyue, Zhao Hongzhuang, Prefect Dong and many others walking out together.
Zhang Poyue winked at Fang Yun, showing an "I understand" look. Before Fang Yun could figure out what he understood, he shouted, "Fang Yun, you are so good! Since you became the top scholar in the Ten Kingdoms, you dare to be late for my banquet! If you want to enter this Deyue Tower, you must give me a poem, otherwise don't even think about getting in!"
Fang Yun was overwhelmed. He didn't expect that he would run into trouble just after getting the great benefit of the talent and martial arts performance. It seemed that Zhang Poyue thought he did it on purpose to turn an ordinary farewell into an interesting event and really help Zhang Poyue to become famous for his literary talent.
Without waiting for Fang Yun to speak, Zhang Poyue said again: "However, since you are the top scholar in the Ten Kingdoms, just asking you to write a poem is not a punishment. Now you have to write one sentence at a time!"
Fang Yun was just about to take a step, and when he finished speaking, he stopped helplessly and stood there, unable to speak.
When Zhang Poyue saw it, his eyes widened and he looked inquiringly.
Fang Yun didn't move.
Zhang Poyue immediately looked annoyed, realizing that he had misunderstood Fang Yun and that he was not late on purpose.
Fang Yun turned around without saying a word and walked towards the right side of Deyue Tower, taking one slow step at a time.
Li Wenying saw that Fang Yun was thinking, and immediately said, "Fang Yun is playing a charade, deliberately whetting our appetite. Let's follow him. He may have figured it out by now."
Zhang Poyue immediately said: "Yes! Follow me!"
So everyone followed Fang Yun.
Zhao Hongzhuang was a little amused and helpless. She could see that Fang Yun was delayed by something and had not prepared a farewell poem, but she could only follow him now.
Someone was counting in a low voice.
"One step, two steps... ninety-nine, one hundred, one hundred and one..."
Zhao Hongzhuang rolled her eyes at the general and prayed in her heart that Fang Yun would not be stumped.
Next to Deyue Tower is Pinghu Lake. It is June now, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom. The lotus leaves are thick, and lotus-picking girls are playing among them.
Fang Yun's heart moved, and he thought of a very famous poem that is difficult to be associated with a farewell, because the literal meaning of the poem does not contain any farewell meaning, but the poetic meaning implies a farewell.
Fang Yun walked slowly towards the Pinghu Lake, and the scenery of Pinghu Lake was fully displayed in front of him. On the green lotus leaves, there were pink lotus flowers, which were particularly pleasing, and the breath of June summer was blowing in his face.
The general at the back was still counting in a low voice.
When the general counted to three hundred, Fang Yun recited a poem:
After all, Pinghu is in June.
The scenery is different in different seasons;
The lotus leaves are endless and green,
The lotus flowers are particularly red in the sunlight.
This poem is a famous poem by Yang Wanli, a great poet of the Song Dynasty, titled "Farewell to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple". Apart from the title, there is no farewell intention between the lines, but it does imply Yang Wanli's instructions. Because Lin Zifang was transferred from the capital, the situation was very bad.
Zhang Poyue's situation was similar to Lin Zifang's, but more difficult.
The first two lines of this poem were so ordinary that many people were stunned. However, Zhang Poyue, the person involved, had a slightly changed look. This was talking about the difference between June and April, but also about his situation, saying that he was about to lead the Northern Army to fight against the barbarians. It was naturally different from being in Yuhai Mansion.
Li Wenying also realized it soon after and remained silent, while no one else could hear the hidden meaning of the poem.
When Fang Yun finished reciting the poem, everyone was amazed.
"Looking at all the poems about lotus, this one is the best! What a great line, 'The lotus leaves are endless and green, and the lotus flowers are red in the sun'! As soon as this line comes out, the scene of blooming lotus in summer fills our eyes. It is impossible for anyone else to write about lotus in such a magnificent and beautiful way!" said Magistrate Dong.
"It is really a great achievement to describe the lotus with such vigor and beauty, its majesty reaching up to the sky and its beauty reflecting the sun. If you don't have heaven and earth in your heart, it would be impossible to describe it."
"This poem sweeps away the delicate and beautiful image of lotus in the past, and its intention is probably to reach Mingzhou directly." Li Wenying nodded. When a person at his level said the word "sweep away", it meant that this poem surpassed all the known poems about lotus.
Then Li Wenying glanced at Zhang Poyue, because not only the first two sentences were profound, but the last two sentences were also profound.
Zhang Poyue was finally no longer the crazy general who seemed to care nothing about anything. There was helplessness in his eyes. He naturally knew that the "connecting to the sky" and "reflecting the sun" included the East China Sea and the capital. Yuhai City on the edge of the East China Sea and the capital under the feet of the emperor were naturally safe.
Zhang Poyue couldn't help but look at Fang Yun carefully. As a Hanlin, it was his duty to serve in the most dangerous place. If everything was normal, Fang Yun would never dissuade him. But the problem was that the Left Prime Minister and Minister Tong had joined forces to force him to go. Fang Yun had to dissuade him, but he couldn't say it too clearly, otherwise it would be tantamount to being afraid of fighting, and it conflicted with Fang Yun's usual pro-war thinking.
“Alas, Fang Maocai is indeed the best talent in the ten countries, personally conferred by a semi-saint. I admire him.” Zhang Poyue was actually praising Fang Yun for thinking of all aspects. What’s more, the poem itself was so good, which was simply a miracle.
Princess Zhao Hongzhuang of Jing State lowered her head in deep thought.
"Cao Zijian can compose a poem in seven steps. The talent of the world is worth ten buckets, and he can get eight buckets. Fang Yun can compose a poem in a hundred steps, so he can get at least half a bucket!" said the general who was counting the steps with a smile.
Feng Yuanjun said: "Fang Yun deliberately walked these hundred steps, perhaps just to let us see the beautiful scenery in the poem."
Zhang Poyue said with a smile, "I'm going to take this poem! If anyone wants to snatch it from me, don't blame me for getting angry! By the way, is the poem called "Farewell to Zhang Poyue at Pinghu"? "Pinghu Fangyun Sending Zhang Poyue" will also do."
One of them laughed and said, "General Zhang, don't be so sentimental. This poem is about lotus, how can it be a farewell poem? Don't change the title of a poem just to become famous. That's a big taboo."
Li Wenying smiled slightly and said, "This is a farewell poem."
“Uh…” The man felt puzzled.
Zhang Poyue laughed, grabbed Fang Yun's wrist and walked towards Deyue Tower, saying as he walked: "Come on, write a poem for me! When you become a Jinshi, I will give you an eagle demon general. It's impossible to get an eagle demon from the Saint Clan, but there is no problem getting an eagle demon from the Royal Clan."
Half of the people thought carefully about how this poem could be a farewell poem, but the other half were very envious when they heard about the royal eagle demon. Generally speaking, the descendants of the great demon king were considered royal. They were second only to the semi-saints, and their bloodline descendants were much stronger than ordinary eagle demons.
Fang Yun also had an idea. The eagle monster has the advantage of flying. The royal eagle monster is more valuable than the turtle monster with pseudo dragon blood.
"You are really willing to do so." Li Wenying said with a smile.
"I exchanged an eagle monster for a family heirloom, so I'm not at a loss! Fang Yun, when you pass the imperial examination, would you like to serve in my Dingyuan Army?" Zhang Poyue said as they walked.
"The Front Army is the most elite army of our Jing country. I am afraid I need some experience before I am qualified to join. However, if General Zhang kindly invites me, I can chat and kill enemies under the general's command to defend my country."
"Then it's settled! When my Dingyuan Army is in trouble, you and Brother Wenying will go to help me!"
"good!"
Fang Yun followed Zhang Poyue back to Deyue Tower, and the others followed behind, talking in low voices.
"Think carefully, June is different from April, and General Zhang is about to be promoted. The two places are also different."
"The word 'after all' seems to have a profound meaning."
These people were either juren or jinshi, and before they even reached Deyue Tower, they had already guessed the meaning of the poem, and when they had guessed it, everyone fell silent.
No one spoke in the No. 1 room of Deyue Tower. Only Zhang Poyue asked Fang Yun to write a poem.
After you finished writing the poem, Zhang Poyue laughed as he watched, praising you: "Good poem! Good handwriting! The handwriting is majestic when you wrote the lotus leaves that reach the sky, and round when you wrote the lotus flowers that reflect the sun. It is really like a poem and a painting. When I saw you writing it, I actually felt like you were painting this poem. It's rare. Mr. Jianmei, your painting has long reached the first level. Why don't you make a painting to match this poem?"
Li Wenying looked at Fang Yun's words, was silent for a moment, and said: "If you don't reach the third level of Danqing, you are tarnishing this poem."
Everyone nodded.
Zhang Poyue said, "That's right. The scenery in this poem is so well written. A great painter in the third realm of painting can probably paint 'the lotus flowers are particularly red in the sun', but if you want to paint 'the lotus leaves are endless and green', it is not something that can be done with just painting skills. Come, let's toast Fang Yun and thank him for letting us see such a good poem!"
Li Wenying continued: "I also wish Fang Yun to write war poems that will benefit the human race in the future!"
Fang Yun looked at Li Wenying, and they smiled at each other.
After drinking a glass of wine, Feng Yuanjun said, "Compared with the previous poems, Fang Yun's poem is very different. It is really magical. Lord Yuanjun, I have been in charge of the Yuhai Mansion Academy for many years. Even if I have no merit, I have worked hard. Can you give me five days off so that I can go to the Wudao River in Ji County?"
Everyone's eyes lit up. Ever since Fang Yun won the first place in the Book Mountain, the news of Wudao River had spread among the high-ranking scholars in Yuhai Prefecture and Dayuan Prefecture. Some people had already gone there, but there was no news yet.
"Wudao River? I stopped for a moment when I passed by." There seemed to be a hint of embarrassment in Li Wenying's tone.
Fang Yun was stunned, wondering how come even Jianmei Gong had gone there, this was going to be a tragedy!
"Ah? Even you went there? How was the result?" Feng Yuanjun asked. Others were also curious.
Li Wenying thought for a moment and said, "It's hard to say."
Everyone was extremely surprised. Even a great scholar said so. They would go and see it even if they died!
Fang Yun held his forehead with his hand and looked at the ground weakly, thinking that it would be a miracle if the Wudao River was useful. It was a complete lie. But these people were so good that he, the rumor maker, didn't even dare to say anything. Those who spread the rumor continued to spread it, not afraid at all that the rumor would get bigger.
"We must go and see it!" said Magistrate Dong.
Everyone nodded.
Zhao Hongzhuang didn't care much about Wudaohe and asked, "Fang Yun, what on earth delayed you? General Zhang's personal soldiers said that you were at home all morning. Were you meditating on something?"
"If I say that I was conceiving this poem, would you believe it?" Fang Yun asked tentatively.
Zhao Hongzhuang said, "General Zhang's personal soldiers said that your family members are worried about you. They dare not let anyone in to disturb you. You can't possibly be thinking of a poem."
Everyone stared at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun secretly thought that this was not good. The talent show was related to Shushan's illusion, but he could not expose Shushan's memory. Was he going to continue to spread rumors about Wudao River
. (To be continued..)