"General Wei, why are you yelling here?" Fang Yun walked into the document room with a sullen face.
Wei Changxian immediately pretended to have just discovered Fang Yun and said, "So you are here. I was angry and said something wrong. I hope you will not blame me. However, please finish the ten-day backlog of official business before tomorrow. If this causes the soldiers to riot or mutiny, then Lord Lumen Hou will not be able to protect you!"
Fang Yun looked at Wei Changxian coldly and said, "When has Marquis Lu ever protected me? Is this your method?"
Wei Changxian's expression changed slightly, and then he smiled and said, "What means? My Lord, you are overthinking. I will take my leave now. My Lord, please finish your official business as soon as possible and don't make things difficult for my Marshal." Wei Changxian said and left.
The official in the official office hurriedly said, "Master Zhang, you are here."
Fang Yun nodded and walked to the room where he handled official business. He saw a large number of official documents on the table in the room, which were two feet high and covered the entire desk.
The amount of documents accumulated during these ten days was clearly more than the sum of a normal ten days.
"It seems that they can no longer hold back and are starting to deal with me! Although the official document room doesn't have many benefits, it is a confidential place and it is easy to find loopholes and hold people accountable. They found the loopholes in the official document room last time, and this time, they will definitely not let it go. Once they take action, the situation will inevitably escalate! Could it be that they really want to create a commotion or mutiny because of the delay of these official documents?"
Fang Yun thought about it and sent a letter to Zhang Qingfeng, asking him to go to each camp immediately to understand the situation, and then start to process the official documents quickly.
Fang Yun slapped the official documents, and his talent surged. The documents flew up, and those that were not bound were lined up in the air, while those that were bound were flipping rapidly in the wind, just like the pattern Fang Yun had used that day when he was reading the official documents accumulated by the Royal Guard Battalion.
Soon, Fang Yun finished reading all the official documents, then held the official seal in his left hand and the brush in his right hand, controlling his energy to turn the pages, or pick up the brush to write instructions, or stamp with the official seal.
Every time he finished processing a document, he would throw it onto the floor of the room with his talent, and the officials in the room would rush to look through it.
Fang Yun soon discovered that some of the documents were deliberately accumulated before, and they were obviously prepared in advance. Fortunately, Fang Yun only had the right to convey and forward, not the right to decide. Even if there were omissions, it would not be a serious crime unless it caused extremely serious consequences.
Not long after, Fang Yun received a letter from Zhang Qingfeng.
"Are you worrying too much? I have secretly asked people from various armies, and they all said that there is nothing serious. The only thing that concerns you is that the official documents in the official office have been blocked recently. The communication between the various levels and armies has become slow. The soldiers' letters from home have not been able to arrive, and the letters they wrote have not been sent out. As long as you deal with those official documents today, I don't think there will be any problems."
"Thank you, maybe I was overthinking it!" Fang Yun was busy until the evening, and finally finished processing all the official documents and breathed a sigh of relief.
Putting down the brush, Fang Yun rubbed his wrist gently. Just as he was returning to his residence, he received a letter from Zhu Fengqiong.
"Are you going to finish Crossing the Zero-Ding Ocean, or write a new poem?"
"Didn't you say that it would be resolved within three days?" Fang Yun was already a little tired, and he was in no good mood when he was delivering the letter.
"All matters concerning your reputation in the Confucian literary world are decided by me! Don't I have the right to interfere? Zhang Longxiang, you must remember your identity. You are just a lucky little Hanlin. Not to mention in the Confucian literary world, even in your small country of Chu, there are many people who can destroy your saintly way. And I am better than everyone in your country of Chu except the great Confucian scholars! Only if you are better than Fang Xusheng, you are qualified to bargain with me!"
"If you can beat me, why don't you compete with Fang Xu Shengwen?" Fang Yun retorted.
"Ridiculous! I'm not here to argue with you. I'm here to ask you, when can you write a good poem?"
"You only care about good poetry. Do you know that Marquis Lumen is ready to take action against me? The so-called ten-day confinement is a method they have planned long ago. Even if I didn't get drunk and curse, he would have attacked at this time! The last time he found the omissions in the official document room, it was just the beginning. This time, he is very likely to punish me with a serious crime. If I can't survive it, I will definitely be imprisoned again. If I survive it, I'm afraid they will use more radical methods!"
"I don't care. If you can write a good poem criticizing the State of Chu and Marquis Lumen, everything will be fine. If you can't do it, then fend for yourself! I only look at the results, not the experience!"
Fang Yun gritted his teeth, and after a moment, he began to take deep breaths and slowly control his emotions.
"What a great Ninth Mountain..."
Fang Yun stood at the door and looked up at the night sky.
At this moment, Fang Yun felt layer upon layer of force pressing down on him, and even felt a shadow cast over his heart.
The pressure of breaking through the Ninth Mountain, the pressure of Chu's national destiny, the pressure of being a suspected traitor, the pressure of Qin's Prime Minister Zhu Fengqiong, the pressure of the Pearl River Army and Lumen Hou, the pressure of the barbarian army at Lianshan Pass, the pressure of the battle of Liangjie Mountain...
Fang Yun's expression changed slightly as he thought of a possibility that seemed extremely absurd.
"Since the holy book Yi Zhuan can cover up all traces of me, including my talent, poetry, appearance and tone, then when I am in trouble and declare myself to be Fang Xusheng, will Yi Zhuan also cover it up so that others still think I am Zhang Longxiang? If I withdraw from the Ninth Mountain now, will the old man Shushan agree? If I cannot resolve the grudges about Zhang Longxiang, will I die in the world of Confucius and Saints?"
"What is on the ninth mountain?"
The more Fang Yun thought about it, the heavier his heart felt.
Suddenly, Zhang Qingfeng sent an urgent letter.
Fang Yun hurriedly picked up the official seal to check it.
"Many soldiers in the Zhujiang Army's Left Army, Right Army, Rear Army, and Lumen Army are complaining about you, saying that you are incompetent! The weather is getting hotter. A few days ago, it was supposed to be a day for changing clothes, but you were not there and did not pass on the documents. Now the soldiers are still wearing spring clothes. There was a cool rain in the morning, but after the rain, the sky in Zhucheng was clear and the sun was scorching. Some soldiers fainted during the afternoon training because they were too hot. Many soldiers had to complete the afternoon training naked."
"It's understandable that you took back the assets of the Zhujiang Marquisate, but the people related to the assets have difficulty adapting to the changes. Some have lost their livelihoods, and some have seen their incomes drop drastically. Some of these people's sons, nephews and relatives are serving in the Zhujiang Army, and they have been complaining in the army. Not only that, someone has been secretly saying in the afternoon that the reason they haven't received letters from home recently is because you dragged your feet on the documents, and that all the letters from the soldiers to their families a few days ago were left in Zhucheng and haven't been sent away yet."
"You were right to worry. Marquis Lumen has been plotting against you for a long time. He made a plan before you entered the official document room. He was looking for a chance to confine you and then incite the soldiers. I suspect that there might be a camp cry in the army tonight!"
Fang Yun knew very well what camp whistle was.
The environment in the military camp is different from the outside world. It is too closed. Once the pressure is too great and the soldiers cannot get relief, some will collapse and shout. If only one person collapses, it will inevitably cause mental problems for those nearby, and finally the whole army will fall into madness. (To be continued.)