Yi Zhishi did not answer. He stretched out his white fingers to pick up the teapot, slowly poured himself a cup of tea, then pinched the teacup with two fingers and brought it to his lips.
The woman in the distance was mesmerized by Yi Zhishi's elegant movements, but Fang Yun said in his heart, I have used that teapot before.
Qing Jun smiled and said, "Mr. Zhishi, you are well-read and talented, and you must have a keen eye. We all want to get your advice before the literary competition. After all... Gu Jun and I have a private bet. I think Zhang Mingzhou can win, and Gu Jun thinks Fang Xusheng can win. I have to hear your opinion so that I can see if I can terminate the bet before the literary competition. After all, I can't be like a certain family in Jingguo and refuse to admit defeat!"
Everyone in the Chen Sheng family was ashamed and angry, but the head of the family, Chen Mingding, lowered his eyes, as if he didn't hear what Qing Jun said.
The literary gathering was extremely quiet. In a place filled with millions of people, the only sound was the sound of the river lapping against the shore.
After a few breaths, Yi Zhishi put down the teacup, raised his head and looked at Fang Yun who was on the city wall and under the bright moon.
"Fang Xusheng should be the leader among the four great talents."
Yi Zhishi's voice was as gentle as jade and extremely pleasant to the ear. His voice was as gentle as thunder, but it was like a spring breeze blowing past everyone's ears.
The expressions of everyone in Qing Kingdom changed drastically, and even a gleam of light flashed in Zong Ganyu's eyes.
However, Yi Zhishi said a second sentence.
"Zhang Mingzhou has a greater chance of winning this literary competition." Yi Zhishi said and continued to sip his tea.
Everyone was stunned. Some people thought to themselves, if the person who spoke was not Yi Zhishi, they would really want to say that this was bullshit. What the hell is this? It makes no sense.
However, many readers are savoring it carefully.
Soon, people were talking in low voices everywhere.
Yan Yukong nodded slightly and said, "As expected of a great writer, these two sentences are meant to not offend anyone, but they offended both of them. It's difficult, but in fact, it's not difficult at all."
"The key is that these words can be understood differently from different angles. For example, in the first sentence, I think he is saying that there is something wrong with the selection of the Four Talents, and Fang Yun should be the first of the Four Talents. However, the people of Qing may think that Yi Zhishi means that Fang Yun is a virtual saint with a high status, so he can be one of the four talents. As for the second sentence, we think that Yi Zhishi means that the Lei family, the clan, the Qing country, and so on have used so many means to attack Fang Yun, even an iron man will be affected, and coupled with the fact that Zhang Longxiang decided on the topic, so Zhang Longxiang is bound to win. But in the eyes of the people of Qing, Yi Zhishi is saying that Zhang Mingzhou has surpassed Fang Yun in poetry." Li Fanming said.
Yan Yukong shook his head slightly and said, "No, I don't think Mr. Zhishi has two intentions. I think Mr. Zhishi is not hiding anything, and he doesn't even give too much praise or criticism. He is just stating two facts that you and I think."
"Everyone has their own opinions. But no matter what, this sentence will have a bad impact on the other party's luck."
Yan Yukong was stunned and nodded silently.
The focus of this literary gathering was literary competition. No matter what the first sentence meant, Yi Zhishi’s second sentence could explain it all.
Many Qing people cheered loudly.
"Zhang Longxiang will win!"
"Zhang Mingzhou's literature surpasses Xiangzhou's!"
"Master Zhang is one step ahead!"
Everyone in Qing Kingdom was extremely excited. The action taken by literary giant Yi Zhishi was like the final word, which was a bigger blow to Fang Yun than the Lei family's previous mourning.
The people of Jing knew that what Yi Zhishi said made sense, but now Zhang Longxiang was already the Grand Tutor of Qing State. No matter what, they didn't want Zhang Longxiang to win.
Zong Ganyu laughed heartily and said, "A word from a literary giant is worth a thousand pieces of gold! He is indeed the number one person under the semi-saint. This literary gathering can be the final word."
Many people looked at Zong Ganyu with disgust. Zong Ganyu had been praising Yi Zhishi as the number one and the person with the highest status. It was obvious that he was constantly disgusting Fang Yun. After all, Fang Yun and Yi Zhishi should be equally matched.
Qing Jun was even happier and said, "This literary gathering will undoubtedly see the victory of Master Zhang! No matter how viciously someone slanders the people of Qing, the loser is the loser, and Qing is the final winner!"
Zong Wuyuan felt proud and said loudly: "After the literary competition is over, I will take Zhang Mingzhou as my teacher and learn poetry from him! Fellow scholars of Qing country, this is a great opportunity, don't miss it."
The scholars of Qing Kingdom immediately became interested. Being able to become a disciple of the leader of the four great talents would be a good thing to improve their literary reputation.
Gu Nanhuai, the Minister of Personnel of Qing State, laughed and said, "Now, I don't know who wants to bark at the snow, and I don't know who has run out of tricks!"
"Minister Gu said it well!"
"After the literary competition is over, let's laugh at Fang Xu Sheng!"
"How about this, if Fang Xusheng doesn't speak, we will shout 'Jing Donkey is out of tricks', if Fang Xusheng speaks, we will shout 'Jing Dog Barking at Snow'! How do you think?"
"Good idea! Everyone, pay attention and shout in unison. Those who can speak eloquently should do so, so that all scholars in the world can see the might of our Qing Nation!"
"Qing Kingdom, long victory!"
"Qing Kingdom, long victory!"
The place where the scholars of Qing Kingdom gathered was in an uproar.
Yi Zhishi was drinking tea the whole time.
Fang Yun smiled, but did not look down, instead he looked into the distance.
Although it was late at night, the full moon and the Wenqu star were exceptionally bright, with silver light shining on the waves, making the surging Yangtze River like a silver dragon moving forward, dividing the earth and traversing the world.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, as if the whole world was under his breath.
Then, Fang Yun looked at Lei Chongmo's portrait and smiled slightly.
It's time to end it.
At this time, Zong Ganyu smiled and said, "Zhang Mingzhou, please show up. Even the literary giant Yi Zhishi is optimistic about you. This literary competition is settled!"
Lei Tingzhen said with a chuckle: "Zhang Mingzhou, I have always admired your literary reputation. If you can win the literary competition today and surpass Fang Yun, you can help me wash away the shame of the Lei family and make this criminal who slaughtered the human race lose his literary reputation! After today, I am willing to go to the Dragon Palace to propose marriage, so that you can marry the princess of the Dragon Clan!"
Everyone was shocked. The dragon princess should be a human with dragon blood. Even if she was not a real dragon, since she was named a princess by the Dragon Palace, she would definitely receive countless rewards.
Moreover, the dragon clan has a custom that once a princess marries out, she will be granted an area of the sea, and everything obtained in the sea belongs to the princess until she dies.
Marrying the princess means obtaining exclusive rights to the sea for decades.
Qing Jun said: "The position of Grand Tutor is just an honorary one. If Zhang Mingzhou doesn't mind, you can choose any of the four prime ministers of Qing State! If you like the military, I will also keep the position of Grand Marshal of Qing State for you!"
Everyone was amazed and extremely envious. Qing was a big country, unlike Jing. The Left Prime Minister, Right Prime Minister, Assistant Prime Minister and Minister of Literature of Qing were all great Confucian scholars. The Grand Marshal should also be a great Confucian scholar. Now they were willing to give up their position for Zhang Longxiang, which showed how eager Qing was to suppress Fang Yun.
"Brother Longxiang, please show yourself!" Zong Ganyu said with a smile.
Millions of people began to look around, searching for Zhang Longxiang as if they were looking for Yi Zhishi.
"No need to look for it."
A generous and peaceful voice came from Yueyang Tower.
Everyone looked at the person who spoke, Fang Yun.
.(To be continued.)