Seeing these famous poets and thinking about the rules of this literary gathering, Fang Yun secretly cursed the scholars in Confucius' literary world for being no less treacherous than those in Shengyuan Continent. It was obvious that these famous poets did not need to write particularly good poems, they only needed to write poems close to his level, otherwise he would definitely lose.
Fang Yun glanced over and found that the generals of Qishan Army and Lumen Army were smiling. Wei Changxian even raised his teacup provocatively, made a toast gesture, and then drank it all in one gulp.
When the war comes, there will be no wine at the literary gathering.
Fang Yun thought about it and realized that although he had good experience in this area, he was still young after all. So he first sent a letter to Zhu Fengqiong, and then to the poetry-crazy old man, asking the two experienced old men for advice on how to decipher this kind of literary gathering.
The two old men replied quickly, and their answers were extremely consistent.
There is no other way to win except to overwhelm the opponent with absolute "surprise".
After a while, the poetry-crazy old man delivered the book again.
"Have you ever studied Fang Xusheng's poems and articles?"
Fang Yun replied, "I only knew about this person after I was released from prison. I have read all his poems and articles long ago and have memorized them all. I wonder why you mentioned Fang Xusheng?"
The poetry-crazy old man said, "Fang Xusheng wrote a 'cross palindrome poem' at the Spring Festival Literature Meeting last year. It is a typical double-odd poem. Do you know it?"
"Of course. The ten words 'Orioles sing on the bank, willows play in the spring, the moon is bright in the morning' form a poem, which is one wonder. If you turn it over, it can form a palindrome, so it is two wonders. Generally speaking, poems with one wonder are not difficult, but poems with two wonders are very rare, and poems with three wonders are even rarer. With my ability, I am afraid I can only write poems with two wonders."
"That's right! They figured it out. If you come up with one unique poem, you will definitely lose. If you come up with two unique poems, they can use the rules of the literary gathering to have the three university scholars judge, and you will definitely lose! That's why I said before. If you want to win, you can only come up with three unique poems, there is no other way!"
Fang Yun smiled bitterly and replied: "The Three Wonders Poems are too difficult, really very difficult. With each additional wonder, the difficulty increases almost a hundred times. The difficulty of the Three Wonders Poems is almost ten thousand times that of the One Wonder Poems!"
"It's good that you know. However, in my opinion, it's good for you to lose once, so that you can calm down and not become arrogant because of your sudden fame."
Fang Yun suddenly felt helpless. He really didn't care about winning or losing, but since Zhu Fengqiong had given the order, if he couldn't win, it would damage his reputation and make the Lei family think that he was not qualified to compete. Their attitude would definitely change. If they suddenly took back the semi-saint's robes and hats, it would be bad.
Fang Yun sat quietly without saying a word.
After the Guangzhou prefect announced the rules of the literary gathering, he smiled and said, "According to convention, literary gatherings have prizes. Today's prize for the first prize is provided by Marquis Qishan, which is a Hanlin literary treasure. It is called the 'Pearl Water Pen'. It is said that a Marquis Zhujiang several generations ago injected his talent into it before his death, forming this pen. The current Marquis Zhujiang is also here, what a coincidence."
The whole audience was silent.
Fang Yun immediately learned Zhang Longxiang's habit. He clenched his right fist so tightly that his fingers creaked and glared at the Guangzhou prefect.
Fang Yun didn't know how this pen got into the hands of Qishan Hou Gou Bao. But he could guess that Gou Bao must have gotten it during the past ten years and used it as a trophy to provoke him and make him want to win.
If I fail to win the first place today and get this fountain pen, it will bring secondary humiliation to the Zhang family and I will become a laughing stock in the world!
Wenbao has been lost twice, who will inherit the family business
Fang Yun could already imagine how fierce the attacks and humiliations from the outside world would be if he couldn't get this pen.
"What a Gou Bao! I beat your son like that, but you could still smile from me and not mention the past at all. It turns out you had been prepared for it!" Fang Yun thought to himself and looked at Gou Bao.
Gou Bao's lips curled up slightly, seemingly smiling, but his eyes were still cold.
The prefect of Guangzhou laughed and held up a wooden box. The surface of the box was made of transparent colored glaze, through which one could see a medium-sized wolf-hair brush.
"Lord Zhang, do you still remember this pen? I believe you will do your best to win the first prize today. Take this pen away. I wish you good luck in literature!"
Wei Changxian smiled and said, "Sir, the prefect, Lord Zhujiang Marquis will definitely take this pen away, otherwise, the reputation of the Zhujiang Marquisate for hundreds of years will go to waste. I like this pen very much. If anyone gets this pen, I am willing to exchange it for two imperial treasures."
Lu Menhou suddenly shouted, "Don't be rude!"
"I know I was wrong." Wei Changxian admitted his mistake with a smile.
Fang Yun said nothing, his face livid.
The Guangzhou prefect put down his writing brush and introduced the second prize, which was provided by Marquis Lumen and turned out to be a thing from the Marquis Zhujiang Mansion back then!
Fang Yun remained silent. He did not expect Gou Bao and Lu Menhou to do this again and again. Anger brewed in his heart.
"You will pay for your mistake today!"
After the Guangzhou prefect announced the prize, he left the platform.
Some people in the meeting hall were talking, some were thinking hard with their heads down, some were smiling, and some were shaking their heads slightly.
Soon, someone claimed that he had written a wonderful poem and submitted it to the high platform in front.
After two quarters of an hour, more than twenty pieces of poetry had accumulated on the table on the high platform.
The Guangzhou prefect walked up to the podium and said with a smile, "There are still two quarters of an hour left before the poetry writing is finished. Don't worry, take your time to think. I will first select a few wonderful poems to entertain the guests. This first one... Oh? There is actually an article written by last year's Guangzhou prefecture champion. It also says that he does not want to compete for the ranking, but just wants to throw out some ideas. That's right, then I will read this 'one-word poem' by the champion first."
Fang Yun thought that the Guangzhou prefect had a close relationship with last year's top scholar, so he deliberately read his poem first.
The prefect of Guangzhou picked up the page of poetry and recited it slowly, his voice as eloquent as thunder.
"A flower, a willow, a fish pond,
A sunset and a flying bird.
A mountain, a water, a courtyard.
A forest of green leaves, a person returns home. "
When the Guangzhou prefect finished his recitation, there were voices of praise everywhere in the gathering, and the area around the top scorer was even more lively. Everyone congratulated him, and he modestly thanked them.
Fang Yun didn't care at first, but the Guangzhou prefect suddenly looked at Fang Yun and said with a smile: "Lord Zhujiang Hou, I see that you have no interest in this poem. Do you think this poem is unbearable to listen to?"
Fang Yun was stunned, and immediately realized that he had been wrong before. He had thought that the Guangzhou prefect had a good relationship with this Jie Yuan champion, but he actually tried to sow discord between them. It was obvious that he wanted to make him offend the Jie Yuan champion and stir up the forces behind him.
Fang Yun laughed and said, "Sir, I think this poem is very good and I was appreciating it in my heart. Who knew you would say that I would find it unbearable to listen to? How big is your grudge against this young scholar?"
"Oh? You mean, this poem by Jie Yuangong can win the first prize?" asked the prefect of Guangzhou with a smile.
.(To be continued.)