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"Haha, this old man and all the soldiers in the army are waiting for the arrival of Marquis Qishan!"
As the voices of the two grand secretaries exploded in the sky, the morale of the army reached an unprecedented high.
The soldiers defended with all their might, but the enemy was frightened and many barbarians began to reduce their attacks and prepare to escape at any time.
After two quarters of an hour, the barbarians had to retreat.
The two barbarian kings left cursing.
The barbarians withdrew, and Marquis Qishan returned to Guangzhou City. The Lumen Army made some preparations and then sped up their journey.
Fang Yun secretly listened to the conversation of the soldiers and got some bad news. In this battle, a total of 20,000 soldiers from the Lumen and Jingnan armies were killed and more than 80,000 were injured. Among them, more than 10,000 were seriously disabled and could not fight again, and more than 10,000 needed to recuperate for more than two months.
There are 150,000 reinforcements, but there are less than 100,000 soldiers capable of fighting!
Fang Yun let out a long sigh. This is war.
The entire army fought without sleep and finally arrived outside Guangzhou city in the early morning.
Because there were too many wounded, Lu Menhou ordered a three-day rest.
On the first day, Gou Bao, Marquis of Qishan, and some scholars from Guangzhou City welcomed Marquis of Lumen and other generals, and held an "inspiring literary gathering" to let the scholars present write poems related to the military and that could boost morale.
This kind of article is not afraid of being attacked or accused by anyone.
Just like that day in Ganzhou, whether it was a welcoming ceremony or an inspiring literary gathering, everyone seemed to have forgotten Fang Yun. No one visited him, and no one invited him to a banquet.
Fang Yun's coachman was full of complaints, feeling that he and his master were looked down upon, but Fang Yun didn't care. He devoted himself to reading Confucian books in preparation for promotion to Grand Secretary.
The next morning, Fang Yun was eating in the carriage when he heard the driver who was also eating outside the door ask rudely: "General Wei, why are you here instead of eating?"
"I'm here to discuss important matters with Lord Zhang. Lord Zhang. If you don't mind, I'll get in the car."
"You wait outside the car. If you have anything to say, let me talk to you after I finish my meal." Fang Yun responded indifferently.
"Hmph!" Wei Changxian snorted coldly and stopped talking.
Fang Yun ate slowly. He should have finished the meal in half an hour, but he ate for a quarter of an hour, and then deliberately left Wei Changxian alone for another quarter of an hour before leaving the carriage.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "General Wei, what can I do for you?"
Wei Changxian stared at Fang Yun, forced a smile, and said with concern: "Lord Zhang, you have more white hair. Don't work too hard in the future. You don't have much to do anyway. You just stay in the carriage all day to eat and sleep."
"Since everything is fine, I'll go back to the carriage." Fang Yun turned around.
Wei Changxian hurriedly smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get down to business. February is almost here, Guangzhou City is going to hold a grand early spring literary gathering tonight, and the Guangzhou prefect wants me to invite you to participate in the early spring literary gathering."
"If I remember correctly, the early spring literary meeting should have been held earlier." Fang Yun said.
"The war is intense, so it will naturally be postponed for a few days." Wei Changxian replied without changing his expression.
"Oh, will Marquis Lumen be involved?" Fang Yun asked.
Wei Changxian smiled and said, "You are judging others by your own standards. Although you wrote poems outside the literary gathering last time, which made us embarrassed, we will not let you go alone and then take revenge. Don't worry, Lumen Marquis and most of the generals in the army will participate. What's more, this early spring literary gathering is intended to attract the vitality of heaven and earth, hoping for good weather and good harvests. Even if you go alone, we can't tarnish your literary reputation."
"The weasel pays New Year's greetings to the chicken!" Fang Yun said, turning around and returning to the carriage.
"My lord, please don't say that. I have come to invite you with the sincerity of the scholars and common people of Guangzhou. If you say that, we can only say that you look down on the scholars and common people of Guangzhou. You didn't even leave a poem." Wei Changxian said aggrievedly.
"Let me leave a poem? Okay, you ask Lu Menhou to change the military order and allow me to speak eloquently. I can only leave ten poems!" Fang Yun said.
Wei Changxian sighed helplessly and said, "Lord Zhang, please be kind and give me a favor by allowing me to attend the Early Spring Literary Gathering."
"Are you worthy enough to save face in front of me?" Fang Yun asked loudly.
The driver standing near Wei Changxian looked at him with a smile, feeling very relieved.
Wei Changxian's face turned pale and blue, and finally he snorted coldly, saying: "This is your chance to reconcile with my master, and also to build good relations with the officials of Guangzhou City. If you miss this day, you will never get the friendship of my master, and the officials of Guangzhou City will also make things difficult for you. You should know that more than half of Zhucheng's food and military equipment comes from Guangzhou Prefecture!"
“Hehe…” Fang Yun laughed twice and did not answer.
Wei Changxian left in a rage.
At noon, the poetry-crazy old man delivered the letter.
"Zhang Mingzhou, what happened in Guangzhou City? I heard that someone in Guangzhou City slandered your literary reputation, saying that all the scholars in Guangzhou City begged you to participate in the Early Spring Literary Festival to see your heroic figure, but you said that Guangzhou City was not worthy of your poem. Some people also said that your poems were simply the result of more than ten years of hard thinking in prison, and that you could not compose poems on the spot and were afraid of the Early Spring Literary Festival. I won't say anything else."
Fang Yun immediately relayed Wei Changxian's words to the poetry-crazy old man.
The poetry-crazy old man quickly sent a letter, "So that's how it is. They must have set up some tricks at the literary gathering to tarnish your reputation. You might as well not go and find a chance to clear up the mess. Or I can come forward to help you. I still have some face left."
"Don't bother with that for now, sir. I'll ask you to help me when I can't solve it."
"Well, I'll wait and see for a while. However, with your talent, even if they use tricks, it may not be difficult for you. On the contrary, it will help you become famous in literature. If you have confidence, then join the literary gathering and dispel their rumors!"
"Thank you for the advice, old poetry maniac. I will think about it carefully."
Fang Yun didn't want to go at all, but after a quarter of an hour, he received a letter. The person who delivered the letter was the prime minister of Qin State, Zhu Fengqiong.
"From today on, you will be bound by me unless you give up your Half-Saint Garment."
Fang Yun was stunned for a long time when he saw the letter. This Zhu Fengqiong was a famous university scholar in the Confucian literary world and had a certain literary reputation in the Shengyuan Continent. Although he was only a university scholar now, it was recognized that he would become a great scholar within five years, and would become one of the most outstanding great scholars in the history of the Confucian literary world.
Fang Yun's mind moved, and he remembered the identity of the Left Prime Minister Liu Shan, and the methods of the Miscellaneous School and the Zongsheng. He suddenly realized that this Zhu Fengqiong was probably a chess piece planted by the Zongsheng in the literary world of Confucius.
A smile broke out on Fang Yun's face. He didn't expect that he could get so many benefits even though he was passing the test of the Ninth Mountain.
The Confucian literary world has always been the private domain of the Kong family. If the Kong family knew that Zongsheng had placed such an important chess piece in the Confucian literary world, they would definitely not ignore it.
"When the time comes, I will detonate this chess piece!"
Fang Yun then replied: "The Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty cannot control me, the Marquis of Chu State, so I don't need to obey anyone's constraints. However, if it's just a small favor, I don't mind cooperating."
.(To be continued.)