Most people ignore the evaluation of the first disciple of the poet, because everyone knows that poetry, whether it has a stunning beginning or a mediocre beginning but a groundbreaking later stage, is always a grand way. This sentence "The thin clouds play tricks, the flying stars convey hatred, the Milky Way travels across the distance in the dark" is obviously narrating, and it is quite standard to start with a wonderful word. It is not as stunning as the beginning of "Praise of the Humble House", but it has no flaws, not to mention that the process of the talent bursting out is extraordinary.
Under everyone's expectant gaze, Fang Yun wrote the second sentence.
When the golden wind and jade dew meet, it is better than countless things in the world.
Talent erupted for the second time, like an orange beam of light standing on the paper, extremely solid, more than two feet high, and had already reached the palace!
After Prefect Dong finished reading, he could not help but add: "Half of the poem has reached the prefecture!"
After hearing this, Feng Yuanjun slapped his thigh and couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's done! No more sorrow on Qixi Festival, hatred turned into cherishment, and the custom of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl being inexplicably sad and angry has been changed! Since they are separated by heaven and earth, they can only meet once a year, so they should cherish this moment. After a year of sorrow, they should be happy today. The true love between the two is naturally far better than others!"
"Autumn wind and autumn dew are originally ordinary, but on the Qixi Festival, it is written as golden wind and jade dew, which is enough to highlight the difficulty of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting each other."
Everyone nodded involuntarily. An old scholar brushed his beard and praised: "The poem "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl" represents the pinnacle of Qixi poetry. Every Qixi poetry gathering, literati and poets racked their brains to write about how sad and resentful the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are. But this poem just brushes the resentment aside. The first sentence is straightforward, but the second sentence is a sudden and surprising one. It is more true! More wonderful! More moving!"
Even many hostile people from the Qing Kingdom nodded subconsciously. Although they served different masters, they were all scholars. What they had learned over the years made them instinctively agree with truly good words.
Shi Jun's first disciple glanced coldly, and all the people of Qing immediately lowered their heads.
Fang Yun thought for a moment and continued writing.
Tenderness is like water, and the good time is like a dream. I can't help but look back at the magpie bridge on my way home.
This time, the talent on paper only increased by five inches, not three feet. It still remained at the level of Dafu, not Mingzhou.
As soon as the third sentence came out, the person who had just praised immediately shut up and even felt a little embarrassed.
Shi Jun's first disciple immediately laughed and said, "I admired Fang Yun's extraordinary ability at first, but this sentence describes the deep feelings between the two people when they met. The brief encounter was as illusory as a dream, and they didn't even dare to look at the Magpie Bridge when they left. It's just like those vulgar poems and lyrics! Infatuated men and resentful women. The sadness and hatred are intertwined, which really spoils the scenery and is inferior!"
The people of Jing were speechless, because what the first disciple of the poet said was right. The third sentence seemed to be following the old path of the predecessors. If the next sentence continued to express the resentment in his heart, it would never be better than the sentence "Across the water, the heart is speechless", which would be difficult to express.
However, the old men and scholars were very calm, because Fang Yun wrote the first two sentences very well, even if the third sentence was a bit bland, as long as the fourth sentence was stable, there was still a chance to win the Mingzhou.
Fang Yun slowly wrote down the fourth sentence, and Prefect Dong followed suit in a steady voice.
"If love lasts forever, why should we be together day and night?"
"Okay!" the two Qing State candidates blurted out!
Shi Jun's first disciple's face instantly changed from white to red, from red to blue, and finally from blue to purple. He stared at the two people angrily, cursing in his heart, "Fang Yun is a Jing countryman, what are you shouting at me!"
Many of the scholars in Jing State could not help but slam their heads on the table, making it bang loudly, and then they stared at the page of paper excitedly.
The vitality of heaven and earth is surging around, and talent is soaring on the pages!
The talent above instantly broke through three feet and reached Mingzhou, then gushed out again, breaking through four feet, and finally the talent stopped at four feet and five inches, and the lyrics became a treasure of the country!
The words on the paper emitted a faint glow, and the light of each word was as bright as the moonlight.
A rich scent of ink spread in all directions, just like the fragrance of osmanthus in August that spreads ten miles away. Everyone who smelled it was refreshed.
"A stroke of genius! Hate before meeting, joy when meeting, sadness after meeting, ups and downs in order, but in the end, see through the bitterness of separation, see through the reluctance to part. If love is there, it doesn't matter even if there are thousands of mountains and rivers separating us!"
"The last sentence is full of deep and kind feelings! Everyone knows the love between the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, but after hundreds of years of singing and talking, they still can't get rid of the shackles of resentment and hatred. This last sentence shatters thousands of Qixi poems and essays, and it really transcends ordinary poems and essays. The weight of this article is heavier than a thousand mountains!"
"Once this poem is published, there is no need to read those Qixi poems written by infatuated men and women!"
"If the Altair and the Vega stars had spirits, they would surely sigh that Fang Yun is their only confidant!"
"The artistic conception of this poem is truly transcendental. The talent is four feet and five centimeters high. If it is sung for a hundred years, it will surely rise a few inches and break through five feet, and the poem will be known all over the world!"
“Exactly!”
"This last sentence contains a great wisdom that sees through the world! This confirms the title of Fang Zhenguo!"
A scholar shouted, "Qing people, who just said that this poem is inferior?"
Shijun's first disciple lowered his head and said nothing.
Those successful candidates in the imperial examinations completely forgot to refute the poet's first disciple, and became absorbed in the last line of the poem, "If love between two people lasts for a long time, why would it matter if they were together day and night?" Many of them took out paper and pen to write, discussing the poem over and over again.
The expressions of many people slowly changed, as if this poem reminded them of the past.
Suddenly, Altair and Vega in the sky shone brightly, and two rays of starlight fell, like two pillars of light falling on South Sub-City, each pillar of light was ten miles thick.
The light around the Altair star was very faint, but it was brightest in the center, even dazzling, shining on Fang Yun.
Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt as if something like water was flowing throughout his body and slowly seeping into his body, but other than that, he had no other feeling, and could not tell whether it was good or bad.
The light of Vega fell under the city.
Fang Yun walked to the edge of the city wall curiously, and saw Yang Yuhuan, wearing a light blue dress, standing in the brightest part of the Weaver Girl star.
Yang Yuhuan covered her mouth with her hands, extremely excited, and looked at Fang Yun on the city wall in disbelief.
The two of them looked at each other from a distance, like a golden boy and a jade girl, as if all the beauty in the world was concentrated on them.
Everyone looked at Fang Yun or Yang Yuhuan with envy, because they were the Altair and the Vega, the symbols of love. Not only would this matter become known throughout the world, it would also be very likely to be recorded in history books. As for the various unofficial histories, it goes without saying that they would most likely be passed down as myths in later generations and become a touching love story like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.
Zhao Hongzhuang, who was sitting in the guest seat, looked at Fang Yun, and then at Yang Yuhuan, her eyes full of envy.
Everyone present was attracted by this magical scene, and many people looked up at the sky curiously, wondering what the starlight of the Altair and Vega was for.
After a while, the beam of light slowly shrank, and then only illuminated Fang Yun and Yang Yuhuan, and finally shrank into a line of starlight and disappeared.
The voice of Magistrate Dong's eloquence spread throughout the city.
"Fang Yun's Qixi poem "Magpie Bridge Fairy" won the whole show, and his poem has become a national treasure!"
Thousands of people cheered in unison, especially the boys and girls. Everyone firmly believed that the starlight of the Altair and the Weaver Girl was the best blessing for them!
At the same time, a series of piercing gazes looked towards the Altair and Vega stars in the sky, and then quickly retracted them, with only some divine thoughts passing over the sky above Yuhai City.
Inside the Yinlong Pavilion in the northern sub-city of Yuhai, an old man was bending over like a senior, holding a conch shell for transmitting sound.
"Princess, you say."
"Find a way to exchange for the national treasure "Magpie Bridge Fairy"! As long as Fang Yun is willing to exchange, we will try our best to meet his requirements!"
"What if his asking price is too high?"
"I just want to see the manuscript of "Magpie Bridge Fairy"!"
There was no sound from the other end. The old man looked at the conch with a sad face, thinking that the princess thought so highly of Fang Yun, and it would be impossible to force her, but if he went to exchange with her, he would definitely be slaughtered by Fang Yun. What should he do
The streets beneath the city walls.
Fang Daniu looked at General Lai excitedly and said, "Master Lai, do you keep your word?"
General Lai smiled and said, "It counts! Of course it counts! We'll discuss your marriage when we get back."
Fang Daniu secretly glanced at Xiaoying, only to find that she was also looking at him. The two looked at each other, then quickly separated, their faces flushed.
The girl next door hugged Yang Yuhuan's arm and said in a sweet voice, "Sister Yuhuan, I envy you so much. Even the Weaver Girl is shining on you. You will be famous all over the world soon! You are the Weaver Girl who came down to earth, and Brother Fang Yun is the Altair who came down to earth!"
Yang Yuhuan's pretty face turned slightly red, and she was extremely happy.
Fang Daniu said: "Our young master is clearly the God of Literature who has descended to earth!"
"But Wenquxing didn't shine on him."
"This... will be taken very quickly! We have already taken a picture of Altair, so how far can Wenquxing be?"
"Eh? Daniel, what you said is quite interesting."
Fang Daniu touched his head and smiled shyly: "Haha, we follow the young master and are more or less influenced by his talent!"
Mr. Pang looked at the city wall and said, "It will probably be very lively up there. I wonder what the people of Qing will think when they take out the poem given by Mr. Shi."
On the city wall, the literati of Jing State praised the poem in waves, but everyone showed a look of regret, because they saw with their own eyes that Fang Yun immediately stuffed the poem "Magpie Bridge Fairy" into his arms, which cut off everyone's thoughts.
“People’s hearts have changed!”
Fang Yun ignored their discussion and held Nunu in his arms and asked Feng Yuanjun beside him, "What is the use of this Cowherd and Weaver Girl starlight?"
Nunu opened his eyes wide and listened attentively.
Feng Yuanjun said: "We only know the use of Wenqu Starlight, and there is really no clear record of the use of the Cowherd and Weaver Girl Starlight. However, there are semi-saints who have attracted other starlights, but they did not say what those starlights are used for. I just heard that other starlights don't seem to be particularly useful to the human race, but are very important to the demon race."
Fang Yun immediately asked, "Will the demon tribe come looking for us?"
"It's hard to say. But if there really are demons trying to capture you, the Holy Academy should have received the news in advance to protect you. In fact, you don't have to worry. The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl are not evil stars, and those demons should not be interested in you. I'll ask my friends in the Holy Academy, and if there is any news, I will let you know first."
"That's good, thank you, Master Feng."
Feng Yuanjun whispered, "The starlight is extraordinary. It can't be used as an oil lamp when it shines down from such a distance, right? Don't worry, this time two stars will shine together, which will be of great benefit to you and your wife!"
"This Altair and Vega is not the evil star that the demon race needs, nor is it the most powerful star, Wenquxing. Can it really be of great benefit?"
Feng Yuanjun said, "If someone gets the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's Starlight Amaterasu, there will naturally be records. Think about it carefully, is there any record?"
"No." Fang Yun said. (To be continued...)