After listening to Qingjun's words, the officials of Jingguo were not unhappy. After all, Fang Yun had made things difficult for Qingjun, so it was normal for Qingjun to belittle Jingguo.
"Since Lord Qing praises you, I feel relieved. Please come in, everyone." Jiang Hechuan said with a smile.
Many officials from the Qing Kingdom and Xiangzhou were stunned. What Jiang Hechuan said was not right. Logically, Jiang Hechuan should admit his shortcomings first, Qing Jun should respond with a sly remark, Jiang Hechuan should apologize again, and then Qing Jun should express his understanding. This is a normal conversation, but Jiang Hechuan seemed to have only heard the sentence "you have done a very good job" and pretended not to hear anything before that.
In other words, Jiang Hechuan didn't seem to be apologizing at all, but more like saying: I feel relieved to see that you are unhappy, Qingjun.
However, Jiang Hechuan was, after all, a generous and magnanimous scholar. He was merciless to the monsters and barbarians, and no matter what he did to the human race, he would stop at the right time. The people of Qing Kingdom could not say anything.
Qing Jun understood the meaning of Jiang Hechuan's words, snorted coldly, and was about to lead the officials behind him to climb the city wall.
However, a Jinshi general held out his hand and stopped Qing Jun and Gu Jun, saying, "Your Majesties, please stay. The Yueyang Tower is small and only a few people are allowed to sit. You two can only bring one maid, eunuch, guard, and attendant each. The rest of the great scholars can only bring one person up the tower each."
Qing Jun looked up at Yueyang Tower, shook his head slightly, and said, "In our Qing Kingdom, there is no such a small tower. That's all."
Therefore, only a few people in Qingjun's team continued to move forward, and the rest stayed under the Yueyang Tower.
At this time, Zong Ganyu and other great scholars of Qing Kingdom who had been in the crowd stood out.
Fang Yun was walking on the stairs and it was inconvenient for him to greet them, so Jiang Hechuan bowed to the heads of the aristocratic families or ordinary scholars on behalf of Fang Yun to express his welcome. Most people bowed in return, but the head of the Zong family, Zong Ganyu, just nodded arrogantly and did not return the greeting.
Zong Ganyu's arrogance made many people upstairs frown, but they couldn't say anything about him. In terms of real status, he was above Qing Jun. He was not only a Tianming Wenzong, not only the head of the Zong family, not only the elder of the Dongsheng Pavilion, but more importantly, he was the most outstanding son of Zongsheng.
Jiang Hechuan glanced at Zong Ganyu and secretly sent a message to Fang Yun.
"This old fellow Zong Ganyu never comes to the palace for no reason. On the surface, he just wants to attend the grand literary gathering, so he never takes action. I am not as good as Zong Ganyu, but after all, I am the Emperor of Hope. I feel that the threat he poses to you is greater than that of Lord Qing. Could it be that the big man you found is related to Zong Ganyu?"
Fang Yun secretly transmitted the message while going upstairs: "It's the same principle as the barking dog that bites. Last time, Zong Ganyu was defeated in the Hall of the People and failed to seize my Blood Mane Realm. If he attacks again, it will be like a thunderbolt, and he will never give me a chance to fight back."
"You should be more careful. I suspect that Qing Jun is a bait to attract your attention, otherwise he would not wear the three-tassel flat crown."
"This possibility is very high. I will pay attention to it."
Fang Yun recalled the letter about "Zhang Longxiang". So far, Zong Ganyu has not communicated with Zhang Longxiang through letters. It is obvious that he is a little cautious. So far, only Lei Tingzhen and Zhu Fengqiong have contacted him. Fang Yun once talked to Lei Tingzhen in the identity of Zhang Longxiang to find out the news of the big man, but Lei Tingzhen obviously knew it and finally evaded the question and was unwilling to tell the truth.
Fang Yun climbed up the wall of Yueyang Tower and looked around the place. It was not much different from an ordinary literary gathering venue, with tables and food. Because it was the Mid-Autumn Festival, chrysanthemums were placed everywhere in the venue. When the autumn wind blew, the chrysanthemums swayed and the fragrance wafted in the air.
The only difference between this and ordinary literary gatherings is that the status of the participants is incredibly high. They are either great scholars or university scholars, either kings or important ministers of the country, either elders of aristocratic families or heads of wealthy families. Ordinary people cannot get in at all.
Fang Yun greeted everyone with a smile. He only greeted people he didn't know well, but chatted with people he was familiar with or had good relations with.
After Fang Yun finished greeting everyone, Qing Jun and others also stepped onto the city wall.
Qing Jun was in poor health and had rapid breathing. It took him a long time to calm down. Beside him was the King of Gu State, and behind him were many great scholars of Qing State. Zong Ganyu stood with those great scholars, smiling all the time. At first glance, there was nothing special about him.
The more Zong Ganyu behaved like this, the more alert Fang Yun became.
While Qingjun was greeting others, Fang Yun looked outside. To the southwest was the broad Dongting Lake. Just as Zhang Longxiang's poem said, the lake was full and level with the shore. The sky was reflected on the lake surface, vast and boundless, like an ocean.
Directly opposite is the river channel from Dongting Lake to the Yangtze River, which is also considered a part of the Yangtze River. This section of the river is covered with a large number of sea eyes. A whole morning has passed, and humans from all over the world are still emerging from it, but their numbers are getting smaller and smaller. After the literary meeting begins, these temporary sea eyes will be closed.
Fang Yun glanced at the tents in the northwest. There were no tents there yesterday, but he ordered some to be added today. Hundreds of thousands of foreign people were temporarily staying there.
Fang Yun sighed softly. Most of the people were refugees. Shengyuan Continent had a pleasant climate and abundant resources. Local officials could control the weather. Farmers were very powerful. As long as they were healthy, they would not starve to death. Humans always attached themselves to their land. More than 90% of these people came here from afar because they had no choice.
As for the last ten percent, Fang Yun did not want to accept them, but he could not drive them away at the moment. Many of those people were criminals or could not survive in the local area. Some of them took the propaganda of "Wen Bao" and the people seriously and thought that Jingguo had been transformed into a pure land on earth, more prosperous and peaceful.
Fang Yun glanced at other places. Those were scholars from various countries. They would naturally return after the literary meeting was over.
Some people noticed Fang Yun and shouted and cheered loudly.
Fang Yun bowed to everyone, and those people became even more excited.
The rest of the people on the city wall were a little envious. Even if all the people present appeared together, they could not create such a momentum.
And Fang Yun, with just one ordinary action, can win the hearts of people all over the world.
Jiang Hechuan looked at Fang Yun and smiled happily. At this moment, Fang Yun was already one of the leaders of the human race.
This is the general trend.
This is why Jiang Hechuan doesn't care whether Fang Yun wins or loses in this literary competition.
Victory and defeat can distinguish the difference, but they are no longer enough to measure heroes of this level.
The great scholars and the king present looked towards Fang Yun. In everyone's eyes it was as if white clouds were passing through the sky. When they saw Fang Yun, there was a faint white light, as divine and holy.
Qing Jun gritted his teeth, his face flashing with hatred and jealousy that he could not hide. At this moment, Fang Yun had obtained the terrifying power that only the saints of the human race could have. As long as Fang Yun was in Shengyuan Continent, this power would protect Fang Yun, and even the king could not grasp it. Although this power was extremely weak compared to that of the saints, it was already equivalent to half a semi-saint treasure.
This kind of power is very ordinary and common, and that is the people's will.
However, those kings, those powerful ministers, those celebrities, and those tycoons will never get it.
.(To be continued.)