As soon as this poem came out, the vital energy between heaven and earth was shaken, and the heavy rain within 300 miles of Yuhai City was reduced by 40%!
The original wind and rain obscured the scenery within a radius of ten miles, but now everyone can clearly see the scenery within a radius of a hundred miles.
The originally extremely thick dark clouds became a little lighter, and the edges of the clouds looked like gold and red.
The Dragon King was suspended in the air, struggling and dancing wildly, causing huge waves, but he could not break free from the constraints of the poem and his mouth was locked tightly.
A man in the tower recited: "Rain falls on the mountains, the Dragon Palace is locked in loneliness; the tower overlooks the sea, the gate faces the tide of Zhejiang. What a good poem! What a spirit! Fang Banxiang has a great mind. If it were an ordinary flood, it would probably be wiped out by a poem."
Feng Yuanjun was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling because the second half of Fang Yun's poem was so good. Finally, he handed the pen to Fang Yun and asked Fang Yun to write the title of the poem.
Fang Yun shook his head slightly, motioning Feng Yuanjun to do it himself, then walked to the corner and looked outside, frowning and falling into deep thought.
When everyone saw Fang Yun's action, they were both moved and envious. Writing poems is not an empty reputation, but real literary fame, which is the natural responsibility of a writer. Fang Yun took the initiative not to write poems, not only because he was humble, but also because he did not lack this literary fame.
Those two lines of poetry not only silenced the Dragon King, but also stunned the people of Qing.
Several people from Qing looked ashamed. The highlight of the poem, "The tower overlooks the sea and the sun, the door faces the tide of Zhejiang River," was the highlight of the whole poem, but Fang Yun did not title the poem. This gentlemanly behavior that was actually happening before their eyes touched their hearts.
There were twelve scholars and juren from the Qing Dynasty who came here, three of them retreated silently and gave up suppressing Fang Yun.
Before, they fought for the country and the holy way, but their confidence was completely shattered by the two lines of poetry. If they wanted to continue fighting, it might affect the Wen Gong or Wen Dan, so they chose to silently recite the original sentence from the Book of Songs, "Be both wise and prudent, to protect your body" to protect yourself. At this time, withdrawing can protect yourself.
Feng Yuanjun said: "Even if you don't write the poem, you should be the first author." After that, he wrote the words "Locking the Dragon" on the page of poetry, and then put the official seal on it. The talent of this poem surged wildly. One foot out of the county, two feet to the prefecture, this poem has the talent of two feet and seven, which is a poem that reaches the prefecture, and may become famous in the future.
Many scholars congratulated Fang Yun and Feng Zimo. Even if a university scholar wrote a poem about Dafu, it would be celebrated.
Fang Yun, however, did not show any joy. He continued to stand in the corner, frowning and thinking about how to resolve the crisis caused by the heavy rain.
Many people of Jing watched this and sighed in their hearts, thinking that this was indeed a big crisis for Fang Yun. Those imperial censors had probably already prepared memorials, and if the flood got bigger, they would definitely report him and take away his title of role model of literati.
The title of a model scholar is not an empty title. Once the title is taken away, Fang Yun's literary palace will inevitably be shaken.
Although Nunu knew nothing, he could sense that Fang Yun was worried, so he stopped acting like a spoiled child and tangled with her. Instead, he lay obediently in Fang Yun's arms, looking up at him with his clear eyes, praying that Fang Yun could get through this difficult time.
Shi Jun's first disciple and the other six people also noticed Fang Yun's predicament and looked at each other. They all saw determination in each other's eyes!
Being slapped in the face by Emperor Wenzong and exiled to the border town of Linman, his future is bleak. If he completes the mission of Qing Kingdom, he will have a chance to make further progress in Qing Kingdom, but if he fails to suppress Fang Yun, it will be a complete failure. Although he will not be completely abandoned by Qing Kingdom, he will never be reused again.
There is only one fight!
Shi Jun's first disciple said slowly: "Fang Yun, it's your turn! If you can't stop the flood in Jiangzhou, you will become the eternal sinner of Jiangzhou, and the people of Jiangzhou will hate you for generations! If the flood continues for another ten days, at least hundreds of people will die, and at least tens of thousands of people will have their lifespans shortened! It's all your fault!"
Prefect Dong said sternly, "Qing people, although verbal attacks are allowed at literary gatherings and competition is encouraged, if you continue to slander Fang Yun, don't blame me, a Jinshi, for bullying the weak!"
The first disciple of Shi Jun straightened his neck and said proudly, "What? You people of Jing are incompetent, and others can't say anything? My master said that if the people of Jing can't even stop the rain on the Qixi Festival, they are not worthy of receiving his gift of poems! In such a big Jiangzhou, you can only see the Altair and Vega stars on the Qixi Festival by relying on the holy temple. It is really a shame for the human race!"
"What did you say!" The anger that Jingren had been holding back for a long time finally erupted.
"How dare you insult Jiangzhou!"
Suddenly, the dragon roared.
"Oh no, the Dragon King has gone crazy!"
Everyone looked over hurriedly.
The Dragon King opened his mouth wide, and a dragon horn about ten feet long flew out of his mouth, completely breaking the power of the Dragon Locking Poem. The dragon horn exuded terrible power, and the wind, rain, thunder and lightning all went crazy.
Dark clouds rolled, lightning flashed continuously in the clouds, thunder rumbled one after another, the wind howled, and the rain poured down like a waterfall.
The power of the holy temple kept the heavy rain away for a mile.
The wind and rain were like a wall, completely blocking everyone's sight, and no one could see the figure of the Dragon King anymore.
"If you guys lock my mouth, I will rain down rain on the entire city! I will turn the entire Jiangzhou into a water country and drown everyone!"
Prefect Dong sighed and said, "My fellow writers, please do not get entangled with the unscrupulous and shameless people of Qing State. Please show your abilities and do not let the heavy rain continue! The dragon horn of the Jiaosheng is too powerful. Go and gather the other writers! The Qixi poetry meeting will be postponed!"
"I'll go call someone!" Feng Yuanjun held the official seal, and then hundreds of wild geese flew out of the holy temple with letters.
A moment later, one by one, the successful candidates carrying poems on their shoulders shuttled through the city at a speed several times faster than that of ordinary horse-drawn carriages, running towards the city wall of the southern sub-city with gusts of wind.
A large cart pulled by ten dragon horses climbed up the military wall, galloped on the wide wall, and soon arrived outside the city tower of the South Sub-City.
At this moment, civil officials, literary academies, the military, and many idle scholars had gathered inside and outside the city wall. Even many old scholars who were enjoying their retirement volunteered after hearing the news.
More than two hundred scholars gathered inside and outside the city wall. Everyone wore the plain clothes sent by the army. Some of them kept writing poems and essays about stopping flooding to win by quantity, while others frowned and thought hard to win by quality.
The sky was clear as usual within one mile of the city wall, but the wind, rain and dark clouds one mile away formed a dark world with extremely strong oppressive force, like a dam about to burst, which could destroy Yuhai City at any time.
The Qingjiang Dragon King grabbed the dragon horn of the Dragon Saint and flew in the rain, constantly cursing in demon language. The wind and rain were too strong and no one could see it, which made it even more arrogant.
The chief of Jiangzhou's military officers, General Lu, got off the car, and a soldier outside the tower hurriedly said, "General Lu is here!"
Governor Lu was a powerful official, a veteran military official, and a Hanlin. He should have been warmly welcomed, but all the officials of the literary academy turned a blind eye, all the old men turned a deaf ear, 80% of the civil servants continued to look at the wind and rain outside, and 90% of the young scholars lowered their heads.
Less than half of the military candidates went over to greet him.
Governor Lu was wearing a military uniform, with slightly gray temples and a resolute face. He waved his hand and said, "Stop flooding, no need for courtesy!"
A group of personal soldiers and Governor Lu entered the tower together. It would have been fine if the higher-ranking officials did not greet them. It was impossible not to greet them when they met, so they greeted them one after another.
Commander Lu's gaze was calm but cold as he swept past the people of Qing State and finally walked towards the six people who were slapped by Emperor Wenzong. He asked as he walked, "Are these six people the ones who insulted our Jing State?"
"Yes, Grand Commander."
The leather boots of Governor Lu made a dull sound as they stepped on the stone slabs of the city wall. He walked quickly to a man from the Qing State with a swollen face.
"You...what are you going to do?" The Qingguo scholar stepped back, covering his swollen left face.
"Beat you." Governor Lu raised his leg and kicked the Qingguo scholar in the abdomen. The Qingguo scholar immediately flew backwards and hit the wall.
Hanlin's body was extremely strong, and the scholar from Qing State was kicked so hard that he vomited blood.
The first disciple of Shi Jun said, "What are you doing? We are scholars from Qing country. We are not here to compete with each other! I am the first disciple of Shi Jun!"
Governor Lu said casually, "I'm not a scholar, I'm here to fight!" Then he kicked the scholar on the ground again. His hard leather boots kicked the man hard on the head.
The people of Qing were terrified and looked at Governor Lu in disbelief. How could a Hanlin hit someone? Is he still a scholar? A gentleman should use his mouth, not his fists!
The people of Jing laughed at this. Although Governor Lu was a Hanlin, he had been guarding the border for a long time. If he was not tough and ruthless, he would not be able to lead the soldiers well, let alone fight against the barbarians.
Governor Lu pointed at the scholar lying on the ground and said, "Drag him out and beat him! Just don't beat him to death! This is not a literary competition, this is a fight! Qing people who are not convinced can come to me anytime!"
The people of Qing were dispirited.
After two of his personal soldiers dragged the scholar out, Governor Lu looked around at the people of Qing with an expressionless face, and then said: "Give me my clothes, I'm here to participate in the literary meeting to stop flooding." After that, he began to write poems to stop flooding like everyone else.
Fang Yun sighed inwardly, he was worthy of being a Hanlin who could become the Grand Commander. Although he had been suppressed by Li Wenying, this one move was enough to make many people change their attitude towards him.
More than two hundred scholars and Jinshi kept writing poems about stopping flooding on the city wall. Pieces of paper were flying everywhere, and their vital energy was almost violent. Streaks of vital energy gusts swept through the crowd, and the ordinary soldiers had to stay away.
As time passed, the wind and rain showed no sign of abating. The people of Jing became more and more desperate, while the people of Qing were secretly happy.
Suddenly, Feng Yuanjun's eyes lit up and he said, "Fang Yun, have you started writing? Let me see. Before leaving the seabed, thousands of mountains are dark, and when you reach the sky, all nations are bright! Hiss..."
Feng Yuanjun took a deep breath, and bright yellow cloud patterns appeared on the paper. There was actually a transparent five-clawed small yellow dragon swimming slowly on the paper. Then the whole Yuhai City shook slightly, and a strange and magnificent power merged into the poem page.
The wind and rain cleared away for hundreds of miles, the dark clouds in thousands of miles sharply decreased, and the sun's rays suddenly increased, slightly shining through the dark clouds.
Feng Yuanjun exclaimed, "Emperor's poem! Fang Yun wrote an emperor's poem!"
Fang Yun thought to himself that this was a poem by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, so it was of course an imperial poem.
Before Fang Yun finished writing the poem, the whole audience was shocked.
Everyone stopped writing and gathered around. The first person to come over formed a circle and created an open space to protect Fang Yun and avoid being disturbed by others.
Everyone stared at the piece of paper on the tray in front of Fang Yun, at the ever-changing cloud patterns, at the strange little yellow dragon, and at the two magnificent lines of poetry.
Thousands of mountains are dark before you leave the seabed, and all nations are bright when you reach the sky!
The people of Qing were stunned and looked at each other, not knowing how this could happen. That was an emperor's poem, a poem as powerful as a soaring dragon, how could Fang Yun possibly write that!
.(To be continued..)