The party soon became lively.
People from Qing and Gu deliberately praised Zhang Longxiang but did not belittle Fang Yun, while people from Jing praised Fang Yun but did not belittle Zhang Longxiang. As for other scholars, they stood from their own perspective, either liking Zhang Longxiang or Fang Yun.
Since both Qing Jun and Zong Wuyuan had suffered losses before, the people of Qing State were very concise when discussing poetry, so the atmosphere at the banquet was unusually harmonious.
After chatting for a long time and having said almost everything they wanted to say, someone suggested that Fang Yun write a poem, after all, Zhang Longxiang had already written two poems today.
Fang Yun replied with a smile that he would definitely pick up the pen when he saw Zhang Longxiang, and tried to evade the question.
Time passed slowly, and around four o'clock in the afternoon, the banquet was basically over and the Yueyang Tower had been cleaned up.
Dong Wencong came over and informed the guests at each table one by one that fifteen minutes before sunset, everyone should go downstairs to the seats at the bottom of Yueyang Tower. The top of Yueyang Tower would be reserved for Fang Yun and Zhang Longxiang for the literary competition.
Some of the people were still sitting at the table, while others were standing on the edge of the tower gazing at the sky and the earth. Some great scholars were so inspired to write poems on the spot, regardless of the fact that the literary gathering had not yet begun, which drew praises from the scholars outside the Yueyang Tower.
Fang Yunze had been sitting in his seat to recuperate. Holding the official seal of Prince Ji in his hand, he could overlook the entire city from a high altitude. No matter what happened outside the Yueyang Tower, it could not be hidden from his eyes.
As it approached five o'clock, Fang Yun suddenly smiled.
Jiang Hechuan was practicing at the side. His eyes were filled with a clear sky that kept changing. His gaze did not change, but he said, "The literary gathering has not started yet, it's quite boring. If you find something good, tell me about it."
The great scholars present were either near or far away, but they all had the terrifying ability to see a thousand miles away and hear a city at large, and they were either openly or secretly paying attention to Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Nothing much. The Left Prime Minister came in plain clothes and just came ashore."
Liu Shan is the sage of the clan and has a high status. Even if the clan members see him, they will respect him as the sage's son. When the younger generations such as Zong Wuyuan see him, they need to pay their respects first.
Some people were standing by the city wall looking for Liushan, while others were looking down in the air with their minds focused on the ground, searching for Liushan.
When Jiang Hechuan heard that Liu Shan came in casual clothes, he smiled and said, "Interesting."
The expressions of Zong Wuyuan and other people from Qing Kingdom changed slightly. The relationship between Liu Shan and the Zong family was already known to everyone. If he arrived here wearing official clothes or official attire, he would definitely be invited to the Yueyang Tower or the Jiaxi Seat, and his identity would become delicate. He could neither support Zhang Longxiang nor Fang Yun, so wearing casual clothes seemed to be the best choice.
However, thinking more deeply, Liu Shan wore casual clothes this time because he had no confidence in Qing Kingdom. If Liu Shan believed that Zhang Longxiang would win this time, he could completely use his position as the left prime minister to obstruct Fang Yun and help the Zong family and Qing Kingdom.
Fang Yun, Jiang Hechuan and others thought of another possibility. This time, Qingjun and the Zong family may not have fully disclosed the actions to Liushan, which caused Liushan to have some concerns. Of course, it is not ruled out that Liushan is cunning and has other means.
When the sun was about to set and the moon was about to rise, all the people on the Yueyang Tower walked down the city wall and went outside.
When these great scholars and kings came out, everyone at the literary gathering stood up.
More than 3.7 million people were on the grass and beach outside Yueyang Tower.
There is a high platform under the Yueyang Tower, and seats are distributed in order in front of the platform.
There was one seat per person at the A-class seats, and in front of each person there was a square table, distributed according to the countries. As long as these people raised their heads slightly, they could see the people in the Yueyang Tower, and even hear the voices talking there.
After these kings and great scholars were seated, the university scholars at Seat B at the back sat down. Starting from Seat B, no one sat alone at a table. Then those at Seat C sat down, and finally those at Seat D and the last seat sat down.
In an ordinary corner of the Bingxi seat, there were some young scholars sitting there, all of whom were Jinshi.
Some people not far away were pointing and talking at the two tables of readers.
"Look over there, he is obviously only a Jinshi, but he is sitting in the third seat. I'm afraid he must be from a prominent family."
"What do you mean by a prominent background? They are nothing more than some wealthy and powerful people. If they were not disciples of an aristocratic family, how could a Jinshi be with a Hanlin?"
"Take a close look at one of them. That's Yan Yukong! These people are all Fang Xusheng's friends from the Holy Ruins!"
“Ahem…” The person before was extremely embarrassed.
During the third dinner, Li Fanming kicked the big rabbit away and said to his friends nearby with a smile: "Thanks to Fang Yunwen for being better than Zhang Longxiang, otherwise we brothers of Shengxu would not know when we can get together again. Come on, let's have a drink."
Everyone drank it all in one gulp. Hua Yuqing said, "We have finished our training in the Holy Academy and have gone our separate ways, but now the consumption of the channels to the literary world has decreased, so it is not difficult to meet each other once every two years. However, that person is not easy to meet." As Hua Yuqing spoke, he raised his chin slightly and motioned for everyone to look ahead.
Everyone looked and saw that Hua Yuqing was pointing at Fang Yun.
"There's nothing we can do. If we can shoulder the crisis of the human race in fifty years, then he has already affected the rise and fall of the human race. We are still learning, accumulating, and honing our skills. What he is doing now may not be achieved by us even at our peak. He is busy, so let him go."
"Indeed. He only participated in a literary competition, but he attracted all the heroes in the world to gather here. I am afraid we will never be able to do it in this lifetime."
"But he is not at an easy time now. There are undercurrents at this literary gathering, and I think you can guess a little."
"How can a bunch of scoundrels who are just trying to get away with their business be a match for Fang Yun!"
"Look, Fang Yun has stood up."
The last edge of the sun sank into the west, leaving patches of clouds in the sky.
Wenquxing hangs high in the center, replacing the sun as the brightest star in the sky.
The sky in the east was originally the darkest, but then a ray of silver light rose very slowly and quickly grew larger.
The sun sets and the moon rises, the time has come.
Looking from the sky, the western city wall of Baling City divides the inside and the outside, and Yueyang Tower, as the central tower of the western city wall, stands between heaven and earth.
At the foot of Yueyang Tower, the seats for the literary gathering gradually spread outward, forming a fan-shaped venue to accommodate all the elites participating in the literary gathering.
On the grass behind the last seat, many people were sitting on benches, the number of people exceeded one million. Further out, a large number of people were standing or sitting on the ground, stretching from the grass to the beach by the river.
The open space between the Yangtze River and Yueyang Tower has been occupied by a sea of people.
The water of the Yangtze River was clear and shining. Countless temporary sea eyes on the river surface had disappeared. Many water monsters were floating on the water in neat rows, looking at the people under the Yueyang Tower and Fang Yun with spiritual eyes.
Not only did water monsters surface in the waters of Wenxing Longjue's fiefdom, but from afar, the surface of Dongting Lake and the surface of the Yangtze River in the distance were also densely populated with water monsters.
The Dongting Dragon King also half exposed his head from the water and looked at the Yueyang Tower from afar.
After Fang Yun stood up, people in various places in the venue quickly realized that in just three breaths, the Yueyang Tower, where more than three million human beings and tens of millions of water monsters gathered, became completely silent.
"The Yueyang Tower Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Festival begins!"
Fang Yun's tongue is like spring thunder, which can be heard thousands of miles away.
.(To be continued.)