The little fox looked at the skinny old man Luo Jingting cautiously, then threw himself into Fang Yun's arms with a smile and acted coquettishly, pointing at the little butterfly.
Fang Yun was stroking the little fox and found that Yang Yuhuan was not at home. The sound of zither and harp came faintly from next door. She should be learning zither and harp with Mrs. Lai. Fang Daniu and others at home looked at Luo Jingting excitedly, guessing his identity in their hearts.
"You guys go about your business. Lord Luo and I will get the things and leave." Fang Yun carried the little fox towards his room.
Luo Jingting glanced at the little fox and said, "Your fragrant fox has spirituality, which is rare. When you enter the Holy Academy, find someone to exchange some moon tree leaves from the demon world for it. It will be good for it."
As soon as Nunu heard the word "moon leaves", he immediately showed a greedy expression.
"I heard that the little moon in the demon world grows on an extremely huge moon tree. It's a pity that I have never seen it. It must be very beautiful." Fang Yun said.
"It's also terrifying." Luo Jingting added.
Nunu nodded vigorously, with a hint of fear on his face.
Fang Yun also thought of the legend of Yao Yue, but he kept silent about it and took out the manuscript of "Three Character Classic" from the bookcase and handed it to Luo Jingting.
Luo Jingting's expression froze, he stretched out his hands solemnly, carefully took it from Fang Yun, then turned to the first page and took a look. Even if he didn't use the official seal, he could see the talent on the paper with his eyes.
Nunu looked at Luo Jingting confusedly, as if asking why he was so serious, it was not as good as "The Legend of White Snake".
Luo Jingting put away the manuscript of "Three Character Classic" and said solemnly: "This text has been included in the Holy Temple, which will be of great benefit to you. You will find it useful in the future. I won't say more, remember not to disclose this matter."
"Well, I know that. There are too many things I can't say. I'm used to it." Fang Yun said with a smile.
Luo Jingting said: "I don't know much about you. I'm afraid only Lord Dongsheng knows your true achievements. But don't worry. When the day comes that your achievements can be made public, you will surely be famous in all ten countries and will be remembered for generations! Those petty literary advisors and palace officials may be harmed by this."
"Thank you for your advice, sir."
"I have to meet an old friend and I will leave after a few words. I will not take you to the tower."
"I'll go back by myself."
Coming out of the study, clouds appeared under Luo Jingting's feet, slowly rising. When he flew to the same height as the roof, he suddenly stopped and said, "I have already solved the Liu family's problem for you. If they don't know how to deal with the current situation, then I can only do it myself. If you can enter the Holy Ruins, remember to write the best poems and essays you can at the Mid-Autumn Festival, because it will be very helpful for you to enter the Holy Ruins. You must remember that the Holy Ruins is not independent."
After Luo Jingting finished speaking, he flew high into the sky with a whoosh, and Fang Yun didn't even have time to thank him.
"It would be great to have a meteoric rise in status, but it's a pity that one has to be a Grand Secretary to have it. However, if one becomes the top scholar in the country, one can have a meteoric rise in status when one passes the imperial examination." Fang Yun thought to himself, put Nunu down, walked out, and prepared to find a carriage to go to the Zhilao Literary Meeting.
Nunu followed Fang Yun like a puppy without making any sound. After Fang Yun hired a carriage and got on, the little fox showed a cunning smile and jumped into the carriage.
"Hey!" The driver hurriedly stopped him.
"It's okay. This fox belongs to my family." Fang Yun said with a smile.
"Oh, then you can't pee in the car." The driver said and drove away.
The little fox cried angrily to the driver, then turned to look at Fang Yun. He looked very proud, as if to say: Am I smart
"Remember not to pee it out." Fang Yun joked.
Nunu immediately became embarrassed and angry, and rolled around in Fang Yun's arms to vent her dissatisfaction. She was like a little ball of fluff, extremely cute.
After returning to the city wall of the Southern Sub-City, Fang Yun saw his acquaintance, the great manager Tang, who was walking back and forth under the city wall.
"Shopkeeper Tang, why are you here?" Fang Yun asked.
Manager Tang said with a smile, "Of course I'm waiting for your Qixi poem. Once your Qixi poem comes out, I'll ask printing houses in all ten countries to print books, and print your Qixi poem and The Legend of the White Snake together, so that they can promote each other and increase your literary reputation."
"Thank you, Manager Tang."
"The literary gathering to stop flooding is almost over. You should go quickly, or you will miss it." said the shopkeeper Tang.
"good."
Fang Yun carried Nunu and quickly climbed up the city wall, then walked into the city tower, where he saw some scholars writing poems or articles about stopping the flood. The vitality of heaven and earth continued to flow into their papers, and finally their poetic culture rushed into the rain as a powerful force, slightly reducing the heavy rain nearby, but there was no essential difference.
Fang Yun looked out the window. The rain from Nanfucheng to the Yangtze River had lessened, and the mountains not far away were finally visible. The farthest part of the Yangtze River near the estuary could be seen in the rain, but the section behind the estuary, called Qiantang River or Zhejiang River, was difficult to see clearly, and was still a vast expanse of white.
One person asked in a low voice: "Fang Maocai, has Lord Wenzong left?"
"It's time to go." Fang Yun said.
The people of Qing looked at each other, especially the six scholars who were about to be exiled to southern Xinjiang. They were all dissatisfied, but they were afraid that Emperor Wenzong would come back to kill them, so they dared not speak and just whispered.
"What happened to the Liu family?"
"What else could it be? Since Emperor Wenzong personally said that the Liu family cannot come, he must have found a way to stop the Liu family."
"This Fang Yun is really lucky."
The first disciple of Shi Jun said in a hateful voice: "His good luck is about to end!"
Prefect Dong coughed twice and was about to speak when a strange cry that pierced the clouds and split the rocks came from the river. Then the river water surged and huge waves two or three feet high rushed towards the shore.
Then a huge green dragon with a body length of more than ten feet flew up.
This dragon has a body covered with green scales, a slender and well-proportioned body, four extremely powerful claws, fluttering dragon whiskers, and a pair of extremely bright eyes, like the moon in its eyes.
“Ah…” The dragon screamed towards the sky. The strange sound spread throughout the entire Jiangzhou City, and the people on the city wall felt their eardrums vibrating and were very uncomfortable.
The dragon had a ferocious look, and radiated powerful blood and energy, full of murderous aura.
The rain, which had been alleviated by the flood control document, suddenly became heavier.
"It's the Qingjiang Dragon King!" someone shouted.
Everyone first looked at the Qingjiang Jiao King, and then looked at Fang Yun together, because everyone knew that the continuous heavy rain for more than half a month was the Qingjiang Jiao King's revenge on Fang Yun.
Fang Yun remained calm and looked at the Qingjiang Dragon King which was surrounded by clouds and mist.
The Qingjiang Jiao King rode on clouds and mist and floated over the Yangtze River, shouting loudly: "Fang Yun, you ate my son's dragon ball. If you don't die to apologize, the heavy rain in Jiangzhou will never stop!" The Jiao King's voice spread in all directions like thunder and fell into Yuhai City.
Many people in Yuhai City then realized that it was the conflict between Fang Yun and the dragon clan that caused the heavy rain, and many people felt very conflicted.
The people of Qing breathed a sigh of relief. With the presence of Qingjiang Jiaowang, Fang Yun's pressure increased greatly, and the influence of the previous Emperor Wenzong Luo Jingting could be weakened to a minimum.
"Hand over Fang Yun and the heavy rain will stop!" roared the Qingjiang Dragon King.
The scholars of Jingguo sighed, saying that the Qingjiang Jiao King was very cunning. This was the mouth of the Yangtze River, and below was the Jiaolong Palace, where there was a Jiao Saint. Humans would never be able to kill the Jiao King here.
A Qingguo scholar asked, "Fang Yun, is what the Qingjiang Jiao King said true? Do you really have a grudge against it?"
Fang Yun did not answer.
"Alas, if he really wants to take revenge on the entire Jiangzhou because of his own personal grudge, this Qingjiang Jiao King is really vicious. However, for the sake of the people of Jiangzhou, someone must sacrifice." He looked at Fang Yun with ill intentions.
"Yes. When our Qing Kingdom was in great trouble, many people came forward and were posthumously named as role models of literati. The literati of Jing Kingdom have never been inferior to those of our Qing Kingdom. Naturally, someone will come forward."
When the people of Jing heard this, they realized that the people of Qing had learned their lesson and no longer attacked Fang Yun directly like before, but this indirect attack method was even more annoying and made people hate it. But it was difficult to refute directly.
Prefect Dong immediately said, "Don't be provoked by the demons. The Zhilao Literary Festival is over, and the Qixi Literary Festival will begin."
Shijun's first disciple came to avenge his friend, but now he is about to be exiled, and the hatred in his heart is hard to dispel. He said: "Prefect Dong is wrong! Not only has Fang Yun not written the poem to stop the flood, but the gentlemen have not started writing either. How can the poem to stop the flood be finished? Since Fang Yun is a role model for the country's literati. He will never think that his life is more important than the entire Jiangzhou, but he can't sacrifice himself to save the entire Jiangzhou, then there must be a way to solve the Jiangzhou disaster!"
Another Qing countryman immediately responded, "Of course it is! This flood has spread over thousands of miles, and the poem to stop the rain is definitely only a temporary solution, not a permanent solution. What method is Fang Biao going to use to stop the heavy rain?"
"Anyone who has the appearance of an emperor may have a famous line. His talent may not be very high, but it must be magnificent. It can not only move the vitality of heaven and earth, but also move the destiny of the country. Liu Bang's "Da Feng Ge" is an example. He was obviously only a juren talent, but he wrote such a broad-minded poem. In my opinion, Fang Yun, you will write an emperor's poem to stabilize the mountains and rivers and break the flood, right?"
"You don't have to be afraid. This is not the time before the Ten Kingdoms. Now there are only monarchs but no emperor. You don't have to worry about your property being confiscated or you being executed if you write poems about the emperor." The people of Qing country sang in unison to find a "way out" for Fang Yun.
“If I could write a wonderful article, perhaps it would be able to dispel the dark clouds in the sky, but that would be more difficult than writing poems by an emperor.” A Qing citizen had a faintly gloating tone in his voice.
While the people of Qing were talking, the Dragon King was still shouting.
Court Lord Feng Zimo said coldly: "It is obvious that the Qingjiang Jiao King is the one who is trying to sow discord. You are still pestering me. It is really disgusting! Then I will create a new poem on behalf of the people in Yuhai Mansion who have not written it, to stop the flood and trap the dragon."
After Feng Zimo finished speaking, he quickly walked to the window, picked up his pen and wrote: "Rain is drizzling on the mountains, the Dragon Palace is locked in loneliness..." His talent surged as he wrote, but halfway through, Feng Zimo just couldn't continue.
The people of Jing thought it was bad!
There is nothing wrong with the drizzling rain on the mountains, but the poem "Dragon Palace Locks Loneliness" is also wonderful. Loneliness means silence and stillness. Feng Zimo wants to use the power of poetry to make the Dragon King shut up. The dragon spreads rain, and sealing its mouth is also a way to stop flooding.
Feng Zimo is only a Jinshi. In order to defend the city, he can be temporarily promoted with the help of the power of the Holy Temple and become a Banke Hanlin. He is still one level lower than the Qingjiang Jiao King and can never defeat the Jiao King, but he can restrict the Jiao King's voice.
But the status of the Dragon Palace is too high, and the tone and intention of "The Dragon Palace locks up loneliness" are too high, making it difficult to sustain the rest. If the artistic conception cannot be maintained, the poem will fall apart and have no effect.
"Your Excellency is very talented, please continue!" The hostile people of Qing immediately started to make a fuss.
Feng Zimo's face turned red to the roots of his neck. He didn't expect that he would get stuck at this time. In fact, he had already thought about it, but when he really wrote it down, he found that the last two sentences were not good. He really couldn't write casually.
Fang Yun walked over and whispered a few words into Feng Zimo's ear.
Feng Zimo suddenly became very energetic and said loudly: "Thank you for the poem! I, Feng Zimo, am fighting against the demon king. I hope the Holy Temple will help me and grant me half an hour of imperial scholarship!"
An invisible but everyone can feel the powerful force descended from the sky and landed on Feng Zimo, causing his clothes to flutter.
Feng Zimo's talent and strength temporarily reached the level of Hanlin. He started writing again and wrote down the two sentences that Fang Yun said in his ear.
"The building overlooks the sea and the sun, and the door faces the tide of Zhejiang!"
When the poem was finished, the sun tore through a corner of the dark clouds, the waves of the Yangtze River rolled, a transparent chain appeared on the mouth of the Dragon King, and the Dragon King's voice stopped abruptly.
The people of Jing State applauded, and Governor Dong praised loudly: "Great! Although this poem cannot stop the flood, it is enough to weaken the power of the Dragon King. The last two lines use the tower to watch the sun and the gate to face the tide, and use the small to see the big. It not only resolves the problem of the Dragon Palace, but also sublimates it. What a wonderful poem!"
.(To be continued..)