Feng Yuanjun said: "The Altair and the Weaver Girl have existed for billions of years, but in the end they only shine on the two of you. Even if the magic of these two stars is not even one ten-thousandth of that of Wenquxing, they must be of great use. Don't worry, you will definitely discover the magic of the starlight on this Qixi Festival in the future!"
Fang Yun nodded and was about to talk in detail when someone suddenly shouted.
"Shijun's first disciple! Where are you going? Stop!" A young man's voice rang out.
The originally bustling city wall suddenly became quiet. Whether it was someone who was moved by the poem and fell into deep thought, or someone who was exploring the beauty of this poem, everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw Shijun's first disciple standing stiffly beside the table, his face full of shame and eyes full of resentment.
Fang Yun looked carefully and found that he was less than three steps away from his seat.
The young students at the neighboring table smiled proudly.
Some other people from Qing simply turned their heads away. This was too embarrassing. The first disciple of the Lord of Poetry, a successful candidate of Qing State, who was bound to pass the imperial examination this year, was actually exposed by a few students.
Shi Jun's first disciple said, "I need to go wash my hands."
Fang Yun shook his head secretly. The chief disciple of the great poet actually used going to the toilet as an excuse to escape. The Qing Kingdom was going to lose all its face.
Prefect Dong said calmly, "You can wash your hands, but first take out the Qixi poem by Shijun."
“We’ve been waiting for a long time!”
"Take it out! Didn't Shijun want to suppress my Quanjing country? Fang Zhenguo's "Magpie Bridge Fairy" is right here, try to suppress it!"
"Please give me a poem, Mr. Poet."
Many people watched the show with smiles on their faces.
Fang Yun suddenly recalled the scene in which the people of Jing and Qing were compared. At that time, the people of Jing were extremely excited, and they were gritting their teeth for revenge. But now it was completely different, they were almost teasing.
Fang Yun felt very relieved that the people of Jing finally had confidence.
The sky was full of stars, oil lamps were lined up on the city walls, and more than 30 tables of Jing people were looking at Shijun's first disciple together.
Shijun's first disciple felt sad. Once upon a time, he came to Jingguo like an imperial censor, not taking the people of Jingguo seriously at all, and even didn't have to take responsibility for beating and scolding the people of Jingguo, at most he had to pay some money. But since Fang Yun came, Jingguo has changed completely.
The Qing Kingdom suffered a series of unprecedented defeats, and the literary reputation of the Qing Kingdom was almost suppressed by Fang Yun alone. This had never happened in the two hundred years since the founding of the Qing Kingdom.
Even when Chen Guanhai, Li Wenying and others were dominating the world, Qing Kingdom won more and lost less.
But in front of Fang Yun, Qing Kingdom has never won!
Shi Jun's first disciple knew that if Fang Yun's poem was only about Mingzhou, then it would not be shameful for him to take out his teacher's Mingzhou poem, but Fang Yun's poem was a national treasure, and it was a talent of four and a half feet, the best in Qixi poetry. If there was no better Qixi poetry within a hundred years, this poem would definitely reach the level of being passed down throughout the world.
A poet could not write a few poems that could protect the country in his entire life, let alone have them spread throughout the world.
Seeing the various looks from hundreds of Jing people, Shi Jun's first disciple felt a lump in his throat and almost cried. Just a year ago, they still looked at Jing people in this way.
He took a deep breath and said slowly, "It rained heavily in Jiangzhou, and the poem was soaked by the rain."
Several young students were so angry that their noses were almost crooked. Not only did they not dare to take it out, but they even took the opportunity to smear the flood in Jiangzhou.
Prefect Dong said in a cold voice: "The poet presented poems to our country, but his disciples actually tried to embezzle them. Come here. Take him down, strip him naked, and search him!"
"Yes, sir!"
The soldiers on the side shouted in unison.
Shi Jun's first disciple quickly took out a rolled-up piece of paper from his sleeve. Then, in front of everyone's surprised eyes, he quickly crumpled it into a ball, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it with force. While swallowing, his eyes bulged and his face became ferocious, like a demon.
"Haha! If I say no, then no! You want to use this to attack my mentor? Dream on! This poem belongs to our Qing country, we have the final say! You want to suppress our Qing country? Wait another thousand years!"
Not only did the people of Jing look at him in astonishment, but even several people of Qing were extremely surprised.
A Qing country scholar stood up with an embarrassed look on his face and said, "The quality of literature is determined by talent. If it is not as good as it is, it is not as good as it should be. It's not like our Qing country has never lost before. Why are you doing this? If this gets out, you will lose face for Shijun and Qing country! When did our Qing country become a country that can't afford to lose?"
Shi Jun's first disciple said contemptuously: "Ignorance! Short-sighted! I can lose, but Qing cannot lose!"
"But you have ruined the reputation of Qing Nation! Once the incident of 'swallowing poems' comes out today, Qing Nation will surely become the laughing stock of the ten nations!"
The first disciple of Shi Jun said confidently: "I have never valued my literary reputation. As long as Qing Kingdom can swallow Jing Kingdom, it doesn't matter even if I swallow a hundred poems."
Fang Yun said firmly: "As long as I am here, your Qing Kingdom will never be able to swallow up Jing Kingdom!"
"Qing Kingdom only has five years left. Once Chen... leaves, Qing Kingdom will be nothing but fish on the chopping board!" Shi Jun's first disciple said with regret.
No matter whether they were old men or young students, all the people of Jing stood up, and every soldier drew his sword and pointed it at Shijun's first disciple.
These people had calm expressions and resolute eyes.
The poet's first disciple looked ashen.
Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and said slowly: "The Half Saint is the foundation of a country and the pillar of the human race. Since you have cursed my Jingguo Chen Sheng, if you don't kowtow and apologize, you don't have to leave today! Qixi Cihui killed people, which is also a refined thing."
The energy in the sky suddenly became violent.
Shi Jun's first disciple gritted his teeth, slowly knelt on the ground, lowered his head and said: "I spoke without thinking, and my mistake involved Chen Sheng. It is indeed a sin. I hope Chen Sheng will forgive me." After that, he kowtowed three times.
Prefect Dong said, "The death penalty can be avoided, but the punishment of life cannot be escaped! Come, chop off his two arms at shoulder level! Let him know the price of humiliating the Half-Saint of our Jing Nation!"
"You can't do this to me! I'm a juren! I'm protected by the Holy Court."
Several soldiers rushed over, pinned Shi Jun's first disciple to the ground, and grabbed his arms at the same time.
"The Holy House will not protect the evildoers who curse the saints! Attack!"
Two sharp blades flashed by, cutting off the arms of Shi Jun's first disciple cleanly and neatly, with blood splattering everywhere.
“Ah…” Shi Jun’s first disciple screamed and fainted.
"Bandage it up, and then throw it in front of the gate of the Qing Kingdom Embassy. If he dares to insult the Semi-Saint again, even if he hides in the Qing Kingdom's palace, we in Jing Kingdom will find him!"
The people of Qing State nearby hurriedly apologized, but no one paid any attention to them.
No one thinks that the people of Jing country are doing something wrong. Chen Guanhai is the spiritual pillar of Jing country. Once Chen Guanhai gets into trouble, Jing country will collapse. And protecting the reputation of the semi-saint is everyone's duty. If the semi-saint can be insulted and cursed at will, then the foundation of the human race will be over.
You can criticize the words of a semi-saint, but you cannot insult or curse him.
Looking at the bloodstains on the ground, the people of Qing felt extremely sad. It was a shameful thing for Shijun's first disciple to swallow the poems, and he also cursed Chen Guanhai in front of the people of Jing. This kind of thing would definitely be reported in the "Wen Bao" and would definitely trigger a barrage of scolding.
Fang Yun watched Shijun's first disciple being dragged away, and he didn't feel sorry for him at all. Chen Guanhai was injured in the battle with the Barbarian Saint. Qingguo could hope for his death and then annex Jingguo, but cursing him in front of the people of Jingguo would be better than beating him to death.
The winner was decided, and the people of Qing left together. After getting off the city wall, they stopped in a dark corner.
The people of Jingguo not far away were laughing and talking, but they here seemed isolated from the world.
Some of them were even squatting listlessly, without any of the temperament of scholars, just like complete thugs.
"Stand up, all of you! We just lost to Fang Yun. How can you be so discouraged! Even Master Lian Shijun lost, so what does it matter if we lose!"
"I... I'm not afraid of losing, I'm just confused. When did our Qing country become so unable to afford to lose? The Qing people in my mind are not like this!"
"This is the art of diplomacy, the art of power, and the strategy of the military. Our plan is to unite with the barbarians to destroy the monster. For this goal, we can sacrifice, Shijun can sacrifice. Even Qingguo can sacrifice! Now, it's time for Jingguo to sacrifice!"
"Then why do you decide who will be sacrificed!"
"Because we can help humans kill monsters! We can help humans become stronger!"
"If sacrificing you can help the human race become stronger, are you willing to sacrifice?"
"certainly!"
"Okay, I'll remember this!" The squatting Qing people slowly stood up.
"What are you up to? Treason is a serious crime!"
"Don't worry, I'm just like you, and we're going to help the human race become stronger!"
"I wish you could do it!"
"nature."
However, every citizen of Qing heard a faint sound of shattering.
On the city wall, the atmosphere of the Qixi Poetry Meeting fell to its lowest point. Although everyone knew that Chen Guanhai would not live long, he still could not get over the fact that the people of Qing were cursing him in person.
Soon, many officials began to get busy, because they kept receiving letters from carrier pigeons on their official seals, most of which were asking about poems to defend the country, and some were asking about imperial poems.
Fang Yun also received a letter from Cai He, the magistrate of Ji County, but the content of Cai He's letter was a little different. Fang Yun seemed to see Cai He's roaring face behind the words.
"You actually wrote me as a negative, pedantic university scholar? You wanted me to destroy the relationship between the white snake demon and the human scholar? Don't force me to go to Yuhai City! Change it immediately, or I will block your door!"
Fang Yundang didn't see it.
Feng Yuanjun said, "The Qixi Poetry Festival will soon be over. After that, we will go to Beifu City to see what you need, and then exchange it with dragon horns."
"I know this. During major festivals, merchants in North Sub-City are particularly active. What is the biggest event in North Sub-City today?"
"I can't say which is the biggest, there are many large ones. For example, the jewelry fair at Fuyuan Pavilion, the trade fair at Mingjiufang, the calligraphy exhibition at Moxiangxuan, and the exchange fair at Yinlong Pavilion. There are too many to mention."
"Then where is the best place to exchange my dragon horn?"
"Of course it's Yinlong Pavilion. It's the property of the East China Sea Dragon Palace. Merchants and wealthy families from all over the country go to Yinlong Pavilion just for the dragon treasures. If you want to exchange the dragon horn for other treasures, as long as the price you ask is a little lower than that of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, you will be able to make a quick move."
"Besides the exchange fair at Yinlong Pavilion, are there any other events?"
Feng Yuanjun showed a helpless look and said, "On the two major festivals of Qixi and Lantern Festival, only Yinlong Pavilion can hold the exchange fair in Yuhai Prefecture, because any merchant who holds an exchange fair on these days will be regarded as an enemy by the East Sea Dragon Palace."
"The dragon clan is very domineering." The word "monopoly" popped up in Fang Yun's mind.
"When did the dragon race stop being overbearing? But it doesn't matter. It's more convenient to have the exchange concentrated in one place." (To be continued...)