Fang Daniu's voice was so loud that people around looked over. They guessed that it might be Fang Yun's family and listened secretly.
But some people didn't hear it and thought that the big shot was bragging, so they curled their lips and listened secretly.
General Lai laughed and said, "I heard that you like our little Ying. If your young master can write a poem to protect the country on the Qixi Festival, I will decide to marry her to you."
Xiaoying, the maidservant beside Mrs. Lai, blushed immediately, stepped back, and dared not see anyone.
The people around him laughed, and Fang Daniu's face turned red. He lowered his head and dared not speak.
Yang Yuhuan was like a mistress of a family, and said happily: "Then I will accept it on behalf of Daniu! As long as Xiaoying agrees, we will wait until Xiaoyun writes the national Qixi Festival, and then the two of them will be engaged! Lord Lai, please don't break your promise when the time comes."
"Of course! But everything depends on Fang Maocai. The key is whether he can help the couple to achieve their goal! Don't blame me if Da Niu can't marry Xiao Ying!" General Lai said with a smile.
"Of course I can!" Fang Daniu suddenly said loudly.
Everybody laughed, and Xiaoying hid behind Mrs. Lai with her hands covering her face, feeling shy but also happy.
Yang Yuhuan smiled slightly and looked at the city wall decorated with lanterns everywhere.
On the Qixi Festival, people want to see Altair and Vega. Everyone in the city tower left and came to the broad city wall. The wall of Yuhai City was built by a semi-saint to protect against demons and tsunamis. It was more than ten feet thick and was more than enough for holding banquets in the open air.
Everyone ate and chatted, waiting for the right time to officially hold the Qixi Ci gathering.
Because Jiangzhou's rain problem had been solved, it was a cause for celebration. Prefect Dong expanded the scope of the banquet this year. In the past, he only invited famous people, but this year he invited many young scholars, including children, students, scholars and young juren. A total of thirty banquet tables were set up on the city wall.
Many soldiers stood by the city wall, with complete dragon skins and many dragon scales right under their feet.
After everyone finished their meal, Prefect Dong asked people to remove the cups and plates, replaced them with tea, and then slowly stood up.
Everyone on the city wall immediately stopped what they were doing and looked at Prefect Dong.
Many people who have participated in the Qixi literary gathering smiled slightly, because unless unexpectedly, the opening remarks of this major festival literary gathering are the most famous poems and essays, which are used to thank or commemorate the predecessors.
"The distant Altair, the bright Vega.
She stretched out her slender white hands and worked on the loom.
I couldn't write a single sentence all day and my tears fell like rain.
The Milky Way is clear and shallow. How far apart are they
Across the water, we are unable to express our feelings. "
Prefect Dong spoke with a eloquent voice, even borrowing the power of the official seal and expending the talent of the holy temple to recite a famous Chinese Valentine's Day poem from the late Eastern Han Dynasty. His voice was sonorous and powerful, with ups and downs, telling the sorrow and sadness of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl separated by the Milky Way.
The power of the spring thunder of the tongue spread in all directions, because of the help of the official seal. The people of the whole city heard this ancient poem clearly, and were all infected by the sorrow of the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd who could not meet each other. Especially those women whose husbands were away all year round, some held their children, and some secretly wiped their tears.
Even the boys and girls were moved, and worried that they would end up like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl in the future.
After reciting the poem, Prefect Dong said, "Just a few hours ago, rain locked up Liancheng. Clouds covered the entire state, which lasted for more than half a month. This evil dragon is the son of the Dragon Saint, with great magical power. He colluded with the scum of the human race and took advantage of the Qixi Poetry Festival to launch an attack, slandering Fang Yun, the number one scholar of our human race, in an attempt to suppress the reputation of our Jing country and destroy our Jing country's courage!"
Prefect Dong paused, looked around at everyone, and specifically looked at the people of Qing.
Some of the Qing people felt ashamed, while others were angry and could not stand being accused of colluding with the Dragon King.
Prefect Dong took a deep breath and continued, "But, God bless the human race! God bless Jing country! God bless Yuhai! Fang Yun, a role model of scholars in Jing country, wrote "Ode to the Sun" in anger despite the slander of Qing country and the evil dragon, summoned the golden dragon of the sun, swept away the dark clouds, and returned a bright and clear world to Jiangzhou. He also cut off the horns and skinned the dragon king, exterminated the demon and eliminated the evil! Strengthen the prestige of our country! Promote the soul of our race!"
Many soldiers immediately held up the entire skin of the dragon, and some even held up pieces of dragon scales.
The entire Yuhai City was filled with cheers.
Many people who originally did not want to participate in the Qixi Ci Festival flocked to Nanfu City. For a time, the streets were deserted and families went there.
At this time, no one cared whether Fang Yun had provoked the Dragon King. After Fang Yun won the first place in the Dragon Boat Festival that day and defeated the scholar from Qing State, he had become the soul of Yuhai City and the backbone of Jiangzhou. Now he had accomplished a feat that no official in Jiangzhou could do, and everyone was moved.
Below the city wall, someone first shouted "Fang Yun's" name, and then more and more people followed suit and shouted in unison.
"Fang Yun! Fang Yun! Fang Yun!"
Tens of thousands of people shouted loudly, especially those who had relatives in other places, who were worried that their relatives would be affected by the disaster and were extremely grateful to Fang Yun.
Fang Daniu, Lai Pianjiang and others couldn't help shouting, not only to thank Fang Yun, but also to vent the pressure of the rain in Liancheng these days.
There was power from the holy temple in the city that drained away the rain, and there was a clear sky above. However, the days when we were surrounded by dark clouds and heavy rain were more distressing than the rain itself. Everyone seemed to be trapped in a water dungeon, fearing that the power from the holy temple would disappear and the whole city would be flooded.
Fang Yun saved the entire city and saved Jiangzhou!
At this moment, the people of Yuhai City truly regarded Fang Yun as a leader like Li Wenying.
Yang Yuhuan did not shout along, but just looked at the city wall and tears flowed down her face unknowingly.
At this moment, Prefect Dong walked to the city wall and made a gesture of invitation.
Fang Yun stood up, walked proudly to the city wall, and clasped his fists to the people below the city.
The cheers became even louder, mixed with screams and shouts from many people.
"Fang Yun will win! God bless the human race!"
"The best show in the world, Jingguo Fangbanxiang!"
"His talent surpasses that of Qing State, and his name spreads across the world!"
Fang Yun clasped his fists again, and then had to step back and leave. Those people were too enthusiastic, and there was a trend of more and more.
Before returning to his seat, Fang Yun looked at Prefect Dong and nodded in thanks, because Prefect Dong deliberately used the official seal to let the whole city hear it, which was to spread his merits and to make him famous, which could be said to be the greatest kindness.
The people of Qing either lowered their heads and pretended not to hear, or their faces turned green like moss, thinking that the Jiao King risked his muscles and skin being torn off for more than half a month, and in the end not only was he really skinned, but he also became a stepping stone for Fang Yun to become famous, fortunately it was only the Jiao King. If the Jiao Saint accidentally fell into Fang Yun's hands, it would not be the prefect's message to the city, but the imperial decree to the world, even if you put cotton in your ears, you can hear the voice of the semi-saint praising Fang Yun, and all the water monsters in the Yangtze River would be too ashamed to see people.
A Qing countryman whispered: "Or...or let's go."
"I have a bad feeling!" said a scholar, covering his swollen face.
"This Fang Yun... is a bit weird. The great scholar helped him drive away the mourners from the Liu family, and the special envoy of the Dragon Clan helped him peel off the skin of the Jiao King. If he writes another unprecedented Qixi poem, we... will wake up in our dreams shouting Fang Yun's name in the future." One person said dejectedly.
Shi Jun's first disciple lowered his voice and said angrily: "Where is your literary courage? Where is your oath to sacrifice everything for the Qing Kingdom!"
One person whispered, "Mencius said: 'Carry Mount Tai to cross the North Sea.'" Then he didn't dare to continue.
Another person added a quote from Mencius: "I can't."
Shi Jun's first disciple was almost pissed off by the two people, and he shouted in a low voice: "Shut up! Wait until he can't write a good Qixi poem. I will make him pay!"
"What if he does it?" someone asked in a low voice.
Shi Jun's first disciple opened his mouth but could not utter a word. Finally, he snorted coldly, drank his tea, and looked coldly at the people of Jing State.
Because this Qixi Festival poetry gathering was particularly grand, it was divided into several steps. It started with children, then students, scholars and juren presented their Qixi Festival poems in turn, and Magistrate Dong recited the best poem with his eloquent voice.
Prefect Dong quickly finished reading the best poem by the candidate, but the people below the city could not listen and continued to discuss it.
"Why isn't Fang Yun's the first-place poem by the scholar? Is Fang Yun's Qixi poem not as good as others?"
"How is it possible? Is Fang Yun not going to write a poem for the Chinese Valentine's Day today?"
"Strange, the Qixi Festival poetry party up there hasn't ended yet. Wait a little longer."
General Lai smiled and said to the other man, "Your young master's words haven't appeared yet. Have you given up?"
Fang Daniu said guiltily: "The poetry meeting is not over yet, wait and see!"
"Then wait a little longer." General Lai said with a smile.
At this moment, the voice of Prefect Dong spread throughout the Southern Sub-City: "The poet of Qing country wants to present a poem to our country. Now please invite the poet's first disciple to recite the poem."
After Prefect Dong finished speaking, he glanced at Fang Yun, then looked at Shi Jun's first disciple. With a smile on his face, he said, "Please come in."
Many Jingguo people looked at Shijun's first disciple, and they all knew that deliberately letting Shijun's first disciple recite poetry first was to protect Fang Yun. If Shijun's poetry talent was not good enough, then Fang Yun would not be allowed to write lyrics. If Shijun's poetry talent was not good enough, then Fang Yun would be allowed to write a lyric. Although poetry and lyrics could not be suppressed, the suppression of literary reputation was inevitable.
Shi Jun's first disciple was not fooled and sneered, "Why, Fang Yun is afraid? Afraid that the Qixi poem is too bad? If Fang Yun doesn't write a Qixi poem, then I won't write a poem for Shi Jun! Don't treat me like a three-year-old child."
Prefect Dong looked at Fang Yun helplessly.
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Then I will show my humility and write a poem for the Qixi Festival. Please give me some advice."
After saying that, Fang Yun walked towards the table with pen and ink.
Prefect Dong and others looked at Fang Yun questioningly, wanting to know how much confidence he had, but Fang Yun stared at the table.
Nunu jumped onto the table first, holding the inkstone with both paws and slowly grinding the ink.
Prefect Dong held the official seal in his hand, creating a strange force that enveloped Fang Yun's desk, so that once Fang Yun started writing, everyone could directly see the talent rising on the paper.
After Nunu had ground the ink, Fang Yun picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and then wrote on it, starting with the three words of the ci tune "Queqiaoxian".
There was silence on the city wall; many people even held their breath, quietly waiting for Fang Yun's words. All the people of Jing were so nervous that they were afraid that Fang Yun's writing would not be good enough.
Fang Yun continued to write, while Magistrate Dong read along.
"The thin clouds are playing tricks, the flying stars are conveying hatred, and the Milky Way is crossing in the dark."
As soon as this whole sentence came out, orange talent burst out from the paper a foot high, scaring the people around.
His talent is one foot long and can spread throughout the county. Just one whole sentence is just over one foot long, and his talent is like exploding, which no one has ever seen before!
Could it be…
Countless people thought of Fang Yun's other nickname, and the people of Jing were greatly encouraged. Feng Yuanjun whispered: "The changing scenery of the clouds, the hatred conveyed by the shooting stars, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl quietly crossed the distant river. The words are wonderful." However, his expression was extremely nervous, because the beginning was wonderful but the others were insufficient.
"Hmph, the first sentence is mediocre." Shi Jun's first disciple relaxed a little. (To be continued...)
ps: Sorry, I'm twenty minutes late.