"Good! Zhujiang Hou is worthy of being the number one in the literary world of Confucius. At this moment, his literary reputation has surpassed Fang Xusheng! It is a blessing for us that this three-wonder poem can appear in our Guangzhou city!" The Guangzhou prefect praised with a smile.
"Yes, the wonder of this poem has far surpassed all the wonderful poems of Fang Xusheng! The poem "Climbing the Stork Tower" is also better than many of Fang Xusheng's poems, and it has the potential to protect the country!"
“No matter how great Fang Xusheng is, he is still a person from Shengyuan Continent. In the Confucius and Saint Literature World, Zhang Longxiang is the best in terms of essays! Even if Fang Xusheng arrives in the Confucius and Saint Literature World, he will definitely call himself a junior in front of Zhujiang Hou!”
"well said… "
After it was revealed that these were the three strange poems, the atmosphere at the literary gathering was very high, but it quickly cooled as many people praised Zhang Longxiang crazily.
In the eyes of most people, this poem is indeed one of the three wonders, but its value is not particularly high. After all, for the sake of wonder and rhythm, the poetic meaning, artistic conception, momentum, emotion and other aspects have to be sacrificed. Everyone thought that after praising this poem, someone would point out its shortcomings.
No one expected that many officials and generals, led by the Guangzhou prefect, would begin to flatter Zhang Longxiang crazily, as if Zhang Longxiang was already the number one in the literary world, able to surpass Xu Sheng, and was only one step away from becoming the number one person in history.
Most people were confused at first, but soon realized that this was a vicious plot set up by the Guangzhou prefect, Lu Menhou and Gou Bao!
Today's early spring literary gathering is a huge trap. If Fang Yun fails to win the first prize and fails to get back his ancestral heirloom, he will naturally bear many stigmas. But if he wins, these people will take advantage of the situation and do their best to praise him!
Some people in the literary gathering were very angry, especially the young champion, who, holding the official seal, sent a letter to Fang Yun, explaining the situation at the venue.
Fang Yun was on his way back to the military camp. After receiving the letter, he replied and expressed his gratitude, but a faint smile appeared on his face.
"I had expected this kind of vicious plot. It would indeed cause terrible harm to others. Not to mention that people in the literary world would be jealous or even hostile, not to mention that all the scholars in Shengyuan Continent would be dissatisfied. Just establishing a virtual saint as an enemy would be enough to make the original Zhang Longxiang suffer. Unfortunately, this so-called vicious plot not only did not harm me, but helped me, which was equivalent to cooperating with the Zong and Lei families to build momentum for me!"
After Fang Yun returned to the military camp, the poetry-crazy old man sent a letter to praise him, and Qin's Prime Minister Zhu Fengqiong expressed his satisfaction and had begun to build momentum for him, hoping that they would work together next time to accomplish the plan of suppressing Fang Yun with literature.
In the name of cooperation, Fang Yun asked Zhu Fengqiong for a large amount of intelligence about the Chu State, and even portraits and origins of some scholars in the Pearl River Army.
Late at night, Wei Changxian appeared outside the carriage.
"Lord Zhujiang Hou, I am here to give you a prize."
"Put it down." Fang Yun's voice spread outside the car.
"Marquis Zhujiang, you are now famous throughout the world! Both our Marshal and Lord Qishan Marquis are trying their best to praise you. You can take a look at the discussion list, many people praise you. Oh, by the way, I heard that you have surpassed Fang Xusheng now, I am sure you must be very happy in your heart, right? Hahaha..."
Wei Changxian left with a big laugh.
Fang Yun smiled and continued reading.
Fang Yun could clearly feel that his Wen Palace statue was shaking slightly.
This is a sign that you will soon be promoted to Grand Secretary!
Once promoted to Grand Secretary, his talent will no longer be in the form of an ordinary column of smoke, but will turn into a cloud one inch thick. As his strength continues to increase, the cloud will gradually become thicker.
The power behind the rapid rise of a Grand Secretary actually comes from his talent.
"As long as I am promoted to Grand Secretary, I will immediately obtain the full power of the Marquis of Zhujiang and command 200,000 Pearl River troops. By then, I will be in control of the power and will not have to worry about the faces of Marquis of Lumen and Gou Bao. Then I can integrate the army, attack the barbarians, and finally enter Liangjie Mountain to complete the test of the ninth mountain! However, before I become a Grand Secretary, I can only continue to keep a low profile!"
Two days later, the army set out and left Guangzhou City. The journey was very smooth, and they arrived in Zhucheng on the 24th day of the first lunar month.
Zhang Longxiang's ancestors made great achievements in the vicinity of Zhucheng and were granted the title of Marquis of Zhujiang.
When they arrived ten miles away from Zhucheng, the entire army breathed a sigh of relief. The fact that the power of the Holy Temple could reach here meant that the army was absolutely safe.
Fang Yun walked out of the carriage, stood at the edge of the carriage, and looked forward.
There were flags everywhere and swords and spears shining in front of us. Soldiers on both sides of the road lined up all the way to the city gate, while on the top of the city wall there were densely packed soldiers lined up and two big men with bare upper bodies were beating drums hard.
Under the city tower and above the city gate, there are two large stone characters "Zhucheng", with the words flying and the strokes as sharp as a knife.
Boom... Boom... Boom...
Ten miles away from the Pearl River Field, near the army, a large number of scholars had gathered, including generals of the Pearl River Army, civil servants of Zhucheng, and local prominent families. It could be said that all the wise men had gathered.
The army was getting closer and closer to the people who were welcoming them. Seeing that Lumen Hou would not let him go, Fang Yun said to the driver, "Speed up the carriage and rush to the front of the team."
"What if they stop us?"
"I'll take care of it."
"promise!"
The driver swung his whip and cracked it in the air, making a sharp and piercing sound.
"Gee!" The carriage accelerated forward.
The soldiers in front avoided them one after another. Some soldiers of the Lumen Army wanted to intercept them, but after hesitating for a moment, they chose to retreat.
The coachman was very happy to see this scene. Fang Yun's literary reputation was at its peak these days, and ordinary Lumen Army soldiers no longer dared to make things difficult for Fang Yun and the coachman.
Just as they were about to reach the front of the army, Wei Changxian came towards them with a cavalry team of a hundred men.
"During the march, no sudden acceleration is allowed. Please slow down, Marquis Zhujiang." Wei Changxian was wearing light black armor, and the armor on his body made a rattling sound when his horse galloped.
Fang Yun signaled the driver to slow down slightly and said, "My Zhujiang Marquis family has been working here for many years. Why didn't you warn me when the army entered the city?"
Wei Changxian smiled and said, "You misunderstood. I was just about to bring the Marquis to meet the officials of Zhucheng, but I didn't expect you to be so anxious. Please!"
Wei Changxian turned his horse around and made way.
"Hmph!" Fang Yun snorted unhappily and returned to the carriage.
The driver muttered quietly: "Don't treat me like a fool. If the master doesn't come, you will definitely think he is not here."
The carriage moved forward all the way and soon arrived at the front of the army, moving slowly forward with the main generals of the army.
After marching for several hundred breaths, the army stopped one after another, and the carriages also stopped.
"Master, we're here."
Fang Yun hummed lightly, got off the carriage, looked forward, and saw the team in front slowly coming towards them. The Hanlin generals and Jinshi generals wearing armor were in front, the civil officials and low-ranking officers were in the middle, and the rest of the scholars in Zhucheng were in the back.
As the two sides approached, everyone in Zhujiang City bowed to Lumen Hou.
"Greetings to Marquis Lumen!" The voices were uniform and the momentum was overwhelming.
Then, an old man with two scars on his chin stepped forward and said to Xun Tianling, "Hanlin Zhang Qingfeng, I pay my respects to Xun Tianling."
Then the others also saluted Xun Tianling.
Finally, Zhang Qingfeng looked at Fang Yun and said meticulously: "I, your humble servant Zhang Qingfeng, pay my respects to Lord Zhujiang Hou!"
A strange scene appeared. Only less than half of the people bowed to Fang Yun, while the rest stood up straight. Some people even raised their heads proudly, looking at Fang Yun with cold eyes.
.(~^~)