The poet looked at the three-foot-nine-inch talent on "Guanshan Yue" and smiled helplessly, "There are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames. Fang Zhenguo, Fang Zhenguo, this nickname is really convincing. These two poems will surely rule the country soon."
"Humph, I'd like to see how they suppress Fang Yun!" The old scholar Kong snorted coldly.
With two consecutive poems about Mingzhou and Zhenguo, Fang Yun became the only focus of Sishuiyuan.
Some people recited the two poems in a low voice with obsession, or discussed and praised them in a low voice, or explored the classics and artistic conception.
There were also a few people who observed Fang Yun and Gong Yangxun as if they were investigating a case, suspecting that the two Jing people had joined forces to create this incident and set up a trap to promote their literary reputation.
Most people were convinced that Gongyang Xun was taking the opportunity to embarrass Fang Yun. Even the poet would not dare to help others write poetry in this way. If the poem was not written well, it would be a disgrace.
Liu Zizhi immediately smiled and said, "Fang Zhenguo's reputation is well-deserved! With the help of this poem, I have not lost face for our Jing people. Thank you Fang Zhenguo for your help, Zizhi is grateful! There are many Jing people coming this time, I wonder if you can help them one by one. Brother Wu, you are a great talent in Jingdu, you are not jealous of Fang Yun's talent and don't want Fang Yun to help, right?"
Then a man came over with a smile and said, "Zizhi, why are you making up stories about me? Do I look like someone who is jealous of others' talents? Fang Maocai, if I ask you for help, will you help me?"
Fang Yun looked at Mr. Wu with a smile and asked, "Are you from the Wu family, one of the eight great families in Jing State?"
"His surname is Wu, and his given name is Xing. He is from the wealthy Wu family." Wu Xing said.
Fang Yun turned his head and said, "Brother Fanming, please remember for me, there is a Gongyang family, a Liu family, and a Wu family. I will write poems for these three families. When I go to the capital in the future, I must ask for wedding money."
The atmosphere in Sishui Courtyard became even more solemn. Many people were already angry. The three people were asking for too much poetry. Today's poetry meeting could continue, but after the poetry meeting, Fang Yun must settle the account!
Li Fanming immediately said, "I've made a note of it! After you've asked for the wedding money, I'll ask for it too!"
Zuyuanhe said, "In a few days I will ask my uncles and brothers to ask for some wedding money from the friends of the Gongyang family in the Holy Courtyard."
Gong Yangxun's eyes flashed, but he quickly regained his composure.
A man sitting behind a single table said, "I haven't competed in literature in the Holy Academy for many days. I will go to the Gongyang family to compete with my literary friends tomorrow."
Gong Yangxun's expression finally changed.
There was an uproar in Sishui Courtyard. That person was from a family of sub-sages. He was the nephew of the current head of the Zeng family. The way of inheritance of Zengzi and the Zeng family was "self-examination" and "self-discipline".
Being cautious when alone means that even when you are alone and without supervision, you must adhere to your own ideas and behaviors. You must be more polite and cautious in public such as the Mid-Autumn Literary Gathering and not say anything outrageous. However, Gongyang Xun forced such a member of the Zeng family to engage in a literary fight, which was almost to the point of being criticized by thousands of people.
At this moment, Liu Zizhi was calmer than Gong Yangxun, and there was a decisiveness in his eyes that no one else had.
Wu Xing looked at Gong Yangxun in embarrassment, and Gong Yangxun narrowed his eyes, a hint of ferocity flashed in them.
Wu Xing sighed lightly, reached into the cardboard box, and took out a piece of paper with two words written on it: Chang'e.
Wu Xing said with a guilty conscience: "Hou Yi shooting down the sun and Chang'e flying to the moon are ancient myths. It is even more common to sing about the moon. Unfortunately, I can't think of how to write a good poem at the moment. I hope Fang Maocai can help me."
Fang Yun looked at Wu Xing and nodded. He said, "'Looking at the Moon and Missing the Distant' describes the rising of the moon, 'The Moon over the Mountains' describes the moon moving in the sky, and this third poem will be about the setting of the moon, named 'Sighing for Chang'e', to complete the night of the bright moon!"
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he picked up his pen and started writing.
The candlelight is deep behind the mica screen, the morning stars are sinking into the long river.
Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, as her heart is filled with the blue sky and the blue sea every night.
When the famous poem of the great poet Li Shangyin came out, his talent once again surpassed the world, and his three Mid-Autumn Festival poems were all in Mingzhou.
"Rustle..." The branches of the ancient tree shook again, and the leaves continued to fall.
The poet recited the poem in the same way as before. When everyone heard the first two lines, they knew that he was describing the night scene. The light and shadow of the candle fell on the mica screen, becoming darker and darker, while the Milky Way and stars in the sky began to fall together, and the bright moon was naturally no exception.
After hearing the last two sentences, everyone praised in their hearts, as it was about Chang'e regretting stealing Houyi's magic medicine for immortality, but in the end only the blue sea and sky were to accompany her heart.
"The whole night's journey was worthwhile as I was able to talk about the moon alone!" The poet exclaimed with a smile, feeling very happy.
Li Shangyin was undoubtedly the best writer of love poems in the Tang Dynasty. When this poem was completed, most people were still immersed in Chang'e's regret, but many people had already seen Fang Yun's intention hidden in this poem.
Fang Yun was determined to make Gong Yangxun, Liu Zizhi and other people who had harmed him regret their whole lives just like Chang'e!
Someone whispered it, and after a moment it spread throughout the entire place. Everyone heard the implication in the poem and looked at Fang Yun for confirmation.
Fang Yun put down the brush, looked around, standing out like a crane among chickens, and finally looked at Liu Zizhi and Gong Yang Xun.
"Who else!"
Fang Yun's voice was clear and passionate, like the sound of war drums and bugles, with a magnificent momentum. It seemed as if there were thousands of troops standing behind the three words. Gong Yangxun and Liu Zizhi were so frightened that they dared not look Fang Yun in the eye.
No one responded.
The Grand Scholar Kong suddenly snorted and said, "The moon is bright and clear. It is a disgrace to have such a despicable person here! Get out!"
He waved his sleeves and a strong wind like the sea waves gushed out. Liu Zizhi, Gong Yangxun and more than ten people were all blown away and fell heavily outside the door, looking extremely miserable.
Everyone exclaimed in a low voice, they were indeed members of the Kong family. No matter what Gong Yangxun was like, he was still the eldest son of a semi-saint family. If they told him to get out, he would get out. Only the Kong family in the world had such courage.
Gong Yangxun looked dejected, sighed, and turned away.
Liu Zizhi looked back at Fang Yun, then lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists, and hurried away.
"The meeting will continue." said Grand Scholar Kong.
However, no one stepped forward to write poetry. Some discussed the three poems, some discussed the intense struggle between Jing and Qing, some ridiculed Gong Yang Xun for being confused, but some were still trying to find the deeper meaning behind Gong Yang Xun's actions.
Fang Yun put away the three original manuscripts of poems and returned to the long table.
The dozen or so people at the same table were extremely excited and discussed Fang Yun's three poems intensely.
Fang Yun was secretly thinking about the attitude of the Gongyang family. Li Fanming sighed softly, "Alas, the Gongyang family has made a series of stupid moves. They should have closed the door and protected themselves like the Ji family at this moment. How could they be so foolish?"
"Self-protection?" Fang Yun's mind moved. Then he suddenly realized that if the Gongyang family was really determined to be his enemy, after the "Three Character Classic" was on the front page of "Sacred Dao", the head of the Gongyang family would never personally send him a letter to invite him to participate in the Gongyang family's literary gathering, and there was no need to embarrass him at a place like the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meeting. They would definitely mobilize all their forces to target him in Jingguo.
"I see. You can't put all your eggs in one basket. There must be a dispute within the Gongyang family. The Gongyang family was originally on good terms with the Qing Kingdom's Miscellaneous Family and Zuo Xiang and others, but after the Three Character Classic was published on the front page of the Holy Way, the status of the Jing Kingdom was greatly improved. The power of the Qing Kingdom's Miscellaneous Family weakened, and different voices emerged within the Gongyang family. So the head of the Gongyang family first made friends with me, and did not stop Gongyang Xun from making things difficult for me. In the end, no matter who wins or loses, the Gongyang family can punish one party and protect the other."
Fang Yun had a general idea in his mind.
"This is the sadness of a declining semi-saint family. However, it is not unjust for Gong Yangxun to be driven away. He is probably the force that represents the Gong Yang family to oppose me. He must have learned that I had a conflict with the evil king and believed that I would lose, so he rushed to take action before the Saint Ruins. This means that their Gong Yang family actually supports the miscellaneous families of Qing State, and when Qing State annexes Jing State in the future, they can smoothly integrate into the aristocratic families of Qing State."
Fang Yun was thinking, when he suddenly felt the surroundings become quiet. Then the entire Sishui Courtyard was silent, and everyone within sight was looking at him and his side.
Fang Yun turned around in confusion and saw Ci Jun looking at him with a smile. He stood up quickly.
"I was lost in thought and didn't notice you coming. I hope Mr. Ci will forgive me." Fang Yun hurriedly bowed. The other party was one of the four great talents of this generation. He was also a university scholar and had been very nice to him just now. He couldn't neglect him.
Ci Jun smiled and joked, "Are you thinking about the Jinshi Wenbao and the fake dragon ball?"
Everyone laughed.
Fang Yun blinked and asked, "Didn't they say that helping others doesn't count? Am I really qualified to win the prize?"
The Ci Master immediately pointed at Fang Yun and turned back to Confucius and the others and said with a smile: "Look at this Fang Maocai, he got the advantage but still acted like a good kid. My lords, tell me, if Fang Yun doesn't take the first prize in this literary gathering, who will dare to take it? Come on, who wants to stand out? I'll let Fang Yun help you write three poems, including tomorrow's sunrise and sunset!"
Many people laughed again.
Scholar Kong laughed and said, "Three poems in Mingzhou are unprecedented. If anyone wants to take the top spot, I will kick him out first!"
The poet said, "Fang Yun, I am worried. You are going to the Holy Ruins tomorrow. Any of these three poems can compete for the first prize in the Holy Ruins Mid-Autumn Festival Literature Competition. You have finished all of them today. What will you do tomorrow?"
"Let's talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow. There will be tomorrow only after today." Fang Yun said.
"You are quite open-minded. Today's Mid-Autumn Literary Festival really opened my eyes. I originally didn't want to attend the Shengxu Mid-Autumn Literary Festival tomorrow, but now I have changed my mind and I must go! I will send a letter to the other three people, asking them to make sure to come to this rare event. Fang Zhenguo, if your poems tomorrow are not as good as today, don't blame the four of us for ruining your show!" Ci Jun said with a smile.
Before Fang Yun could speak, everyone became excited.
"Really? The four great talents will gather tomorrow? Lord Cijun, please don't lie to us!"
"Except for the selection of the four great talents that year, the four great talents have never gathered together before. So we have to go and wait today, lest we are too far away and don't have a good seat!"
"Fang Yun, your three poems have brought together four great talents. It's really worth it!"
"Fang Mingzhou, why don't you just write another poem, make a total of four poems, and correspond to the four great talents one by one!"
"Yes! Write it quickly, or we won't let you leave the gate of Sishuiyuan!"
The crowd started to make a noise.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "I have to write a poem for the Holy Ruins Literary Society no matter what. Tomorrow's poem will be the fourth one, in the name of the four great talents. How do you think?"
"Good!" Everyone cheered in unison. (To be continued...)