Everyone thought that Gong Yangxun and Fang Yun were both from Jing country, and they were either joking or saying this on purpose to promote each other's literary reputation, but when they saw Fang Yun's expression, they were all confused.
Fang Yong looked at Gong Yang Xun with a confused look.
Everyone then realized that Gong Yangxun had not discussed this with Fang Yun, but spoke suddenly, seemingly with ulterior motives.
Many people thought of Fang Yun’s experience in Jing State and realized that Gong Yangxun was most likely targeting Fang Yun, but he used this relatively indirect method, which did not seem like he wanted to kill Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's pretended confused and muddled expression disappeared, and then he said with a smile: "Brother Gong Yang, you are joking. You are a disciple of a semi-saint family. Why do you need my help? People make mistakes, horses stumble, and it's okay for Brother Gong Yang to make mistakes occasionally. It's just that you can't represent Jing Country, and neither can I."
Gong Yangxun said casually: "You are too serious. I am just asking for help. Maybe if I draw the questions I prepared, you, Fang Zhenguo, won't have to come forward."
Many people present looked unhappy, especially the scholar from aristocratic family whose poems were famous.
Fang Zhenguo might call him this in private as a compliment, but if he called him this in a literary gathering like this, it would make others even more jealous and hostile towards Fang Yun.
Fang Yun looked at Gong Yang Xun with a smile and watched him for dozens of breaths. The Si Shui Courtyard was completely silent.
"Okay, since Brother Gongyang is also from Jing country, and is from a semi-saint family of our Jing country, and has contributed to the human race, if my Fang Yun doesn't even help with this little favor, it would be too unkind, unjust, disloyal and cowardly. I will help! Even if I can't write a poem, and stand there for a quarter of an hour, letting everyone look at my Fang Yun and embarrass me, I will still help! However, this is only your and my ugliness, and has nothing to do with Jing country!"
Fang Yun's voice was so powerful that countless people praised him in their hearts.
Those Hanlin scholars and university scholars secretly sighed that Fang Yun was really a genius. If the two continued to entangle, they would lose the face of Jingguo before writing poems. Fang Yun decisively chose to help, and bluntly accused Gong Yangxun of being unkind and unjust, but he would not do that. He could lose his own face, but he could not lose the face of Jingguo in front of outsiders.
"This is the style of a famous scholar." The Grand Scholar of the Kong family could not help but sigh, feeling quite regretful.
Gong Yangxun's expression did not change at all, still smiling, he reached into the cardboard box and took out a note. Then he sighed helplessly: "Love. Alas, I didn't prepare it, Fang Yun, it seems that I really need your help."
Fang Yun immediately stood up and said, "Since I have already promised, I have no choice but to do it." Then he walked towards the desk next to Gong Yangxun.
Li Fanming hurriedly whispered, "Save the best Mid-Autumn Festival poems for tomorrow's Shengxu Literary Festival! Use them in Shengxu, and don't be provoked by them!"
Fang Yun nodded and continued walking forward.
"Duty-bound? Good, but this is not mentioned in the classics. Where did this come from?" asked a university scholar.
The poet pondered for a moment, then smiled and said, "That must be what Fang Yun said. His words and poems are always novel."
The other scholars were also well-read in the classics of the saints, and this was the first time they heard this idiom. They believed that it was said by Fang Yun.
"There is a book called "Romance of the Three Kingdoms." Fang Yun thought of the source and came to Gong Yangxun.
Gong Yangxun immediately took the initiative to grind ink for Fang Yun and said with a smile: "Thank you Fang Maocai for your help. If you need me in the future, I will do my best to help you!"
Fang Yun picked up the brush and said, "Brother Gongyang, you are too polite. A few days ago, I was watching the moon by the Yuhai City and came up with a line. But I didn't know how to continue it. Today, seeing the talents of ten countries gathered here, and being far away from home, I was moved and came up with the next line."
Fang Yun said this and picked up the pen to write.
The bright moon rises over the sea, and people all over the world share this moment.
This is the Confucius Mansion and Academy. As soon as these two sentences came out, the orange talent penetrated the paper. One foot, two feet, just two sentences, and they had already reached the mansion. The talent exceeded that of anyone in the literary gathering.
The poet immediately stood up and argued with the spring thunder: "The bright moon rises over the sea, and we share this moment across the world."
When everyone heard the poet's words, the words of the two lines of poetry immediately emerged clearly in their minds. The poet's voice was like pen and ink writing the two lines of poetry in people's minds.
The great scholar Confucius said: "This sentence can be passed down through the ages."
"This 'sheng' instead of 'sheng' has the meaning of gestation and birth, wonderful!"
"The phrase 'We are all together at this moment' expresses the hope of family reunion on Mid-Autumn Festival night."
Many successful candidates for the imperial examination had gloomy eyes as most of them could not reunite with their families during this Mid-Autumn Festival.
Afterwards, Fang Yun finished writing the remaining six sentences of the famous work by Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty.
The lover complains about the long night and misses his lover all night long.
I put out the candle, feeling pity for the full light; I put on my clothes and feel the dew.
I cannot bear to give it to you, so I go back to sleep and dream about the good times.
Finally, Fang Yun wrote “Looking at the Moon with Distant Thoughts” at the top.
The talent is three and a half feet.
"The poem originated from Mingzhou. If it is circulated for a long time, it may have the potential to protect the country!" someone whispered.
Li Fanming praised: "Great poem! The first two lines are half scene and half emotion, combining scene and emotion into one. The following lines are like a story, telling the action of missing one's relatives, as if it were right in front of one's eyes."
Some people are still immersed in this poem, which is based on the scene of the moon rising, and describes the lover's annoyance at the long night and the longing for love. He clearly wants to put out the candle and go to sleep, but seeing the bright moonlight, he can't help but put on his clothes and go out to enjoy the moon. In the end, he is wet by the dew because he stays too long. He wants to give the moonlight to the person far away, but he can't do it. In the end, he can only sleep and pin his hope of meeting in his dreams.
"Fang Yun must have written this poem because he missed his lover yesterday. If he didn't have real experience, it would be impossible for him to write such a detailed and memorable poem."
A university scholar smiled and said, "As expected of Fang Yun, he can write a poem even if he is inspired at the last minute, which is comparable to the poet."
The poet smiled and said, "'The bright moon rises over the sea' is full of vigor and has a beautiful artistic conception. 'We share this moment across the world' describes all the people in the world in one sentence. He is far inferior to me."
Many people did not pay attention to what Ci Jun said, but a few people kept it in mind. Ci Jun and Shi Jun were originally good friends, but now Ci Jun was obviously very dissatisfied with Shi Jun. He only said "him" and did not even mention his name. Everyone knew that Shi Jun and Fang Yun became enemies because of the death of his disciple, so it seemed that Ci Jun stood on Fang Yun's side.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Mr. Tree is moving! The leaves are falling!"
When everyone looked up and around, they saw hundreds of old trees' branches rustling without wind, and then leaves fell one by one, dancing like butterflies under the bright moon.
Everyone felt the joy of the ancient trees. This feeling was strange and ridiculous, but it was real.
Some people reached out and took a few leaves from the ancient trees. The ancient trees in the Confucius Mansion are evergreen all year round, and the leaves do not fall in wind and rain. Only poetry can make them forget themselves and wither. They fall because of talent and saintliness, so Mr. Shu’s leaves are the most popular souvenirs in Confucius City.
After asking their elders, a few children immediately ran to the tree, opened their arms in the falling leaves, and cheered happily.
The falling leaves of the ancient tree are a great honor in Kongcheng, especially for those who have studied in the Confucius Mansion Academy. They look at Fang Yun with great envy. After the leaves fall this time, Fang Yun's name will definitely be left on the stone wall recording the falling leaves of the ancient tree.
At the same time, people were shouting in various places in the Confucius Academy.
"Mr. Tree has lost his leaves! Mr. Tree has lost his leaves!"
"Hurry up and pick up Mr. Tree's leaves outside the Sishui courtyard!"
Liu Zizhi suddenly strode over and said as he walked: "Fang Yun, if I can't write a poem, are you willing to help me?"
Fang Yun stared at Liu Zizhi and said, "Your Liu family is a loyal family. Liu Zicheng is upright and honest. Prime Minister Liu even sacrificed his life for our human race. How can I not help the barbarians when I see their corpses scattered all over the ground?"
There was no trace of resentment in Fang Yun's tone, but the "facts" he described inexplicably gave rise to a strong sense of resentment.
"A disgrace to the Jing State and a great thief to the human race!" A scholar could not help but curse the Left Prime Minister.
Many people lamented that the fact that Fang Yun, a role model of the country's literati, was almost killed by the family of the Left Prime Minister of Jing State had long been reported in the "Wen Bao" and was known to the literati of the ten countries.
Liu Zizhi remained calm as he reached out and took out a piece of paper from the box. His expression finally changed slightly as he said reluctantly, "What a coincidence! There are two words 'frontier' on the paper. I have never been to the northern frontier and cannot write poetry. I wonder if Fang Biaolu can write a frontier poem?"
Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun, his heart filled with resentment. He simply did not believe that Fang Yun could write good poems in such a short time for the second time.
Fang Yun picked up the pen and said, "Why not? Then I will write a poem 'Guanshan Moon Farewell Liushan and All the Soldiers' to praise Prime Minister Liu's great achievements!" As he said that, Fang Yun wrote down "Guanshan Moon", a famous frontier poem by the poet Li Bai.
The bright moon rises over Tianshan Mountain, among the vast sea of clouds.
The wind blows for thousands of miles, passing through Yumen Pass.
Every time Fang Yun wrote a line, the poet would say a line with his tongue like spring thunder. When Fang Yun finished the first four lines, thousands of people could not help but stand up, and the tables and chairs made a loud noise.
"This... is so magnificent! It's like the mind of a saint!"
"Thinking over it again and again, it's like a painting before my eyes. No, it's like the real scene is right before my eyes. The moon rises over the Tianshan Mountains, travels over the sea of clouds, and the wind blows. It's just like it's right before my eyes!"
"This poem and this scene are so majestic! The previous poem, 'A bright moon rises over the sea', is powerful but beautiful, while the four lines of this poem are majestic and magnificent. The former is like a great scholar composing a poem by the sea, while the latter is like a great military commander standing outside the Great Wall to admire the moon. Absolutely!"
A young man from an aristocratic family excitedly repeated, "We've come to the right place! We've come to the right place! We've come to the right place..."
"Mr. Tree is moving again!"
The rustling sound of the ancient tree swaying continued, and the leaves fell one after another.
Fang Yun lowered his head and finished writing the rest of the ancient poem.
The Han army marched down the Baideng Road, and the barbarians spied on the Qinghu Bay.
No one has ever returned from a battlefield.
The soldiers look at the border and their faces are filled with sorrow as they think of returning home.
On this night in the tall building, I should not let my sighs go unnoticed.
When the poem was finished, his talent once again surpassed three feet and was nearly four feet high.
"It's Mingzhou again, a state close to the city!"
"Humph, if the Left Prime Minister of Jing State hadn't interfered last year, how could there be 'no one returning'? Fang Yun wrote it well! I really want to throw this poem at the face of that treacherous prime minister!"
"Alas, the last four lines are truly dedicated to the soldiers. They are standing under the moonlight at the border, thinking about their loved ones at home. On the same night, their wives are also sighing day and night at home, unable to sleep."
Liu Zizhi looked at Fang Yun as if he was looking at a ghost. It was clearly a piece of paper drawn on the spot, but Fang Yun not only wrote a frontier poem, not only did he stick to the theme of the bright moon, not only did he write about the left prime minister, but he also wrote it so well and so quickly. Who can compare with such a great talent? Who can suppress him
.(To be continued..)