As a result, a spectacular scene of everyone writing poetry appeared among the human race. The number of poems appearing on the discussion list soared, and many people were not satisfied with just writing one poem and kept writing.
Soon, some scholars from Jing State discovered that scholars from Qing State were secretly making trouble.
Some scholars in Qing Kingdom deliberately praised Fang Yun to the sky, and even stopped short of naming and saying that Fang Yun was more powerful than all the saints.
Some scholars in Qing State even deliberately commented on the inferior poems of those who were not even students, and laughed at how ridiculous those who flattered Fang Yun were.
Soon, some people from the Jingguo party passed the news to the top leaders of Jingguo.
Li Wenying was presiding over a literary gathering. After receiving the news, he glanced at the seats of the scholars from Qing State and found that the great Confucian scholars or university scholars were fine, but the scholars of lower literary rank were already mocking Fang Yun or the scholars from Jing State.
Li Wenying first hosted the literary gathering normally. During the break, he changed the subject and said with a smile, "This literary gathering covers ten countries in the world. It is inevitable that there will be good and bad people inside and outside the human world. Then, everyone present will act as the big waves to wash away the mud and sand. Next, I will select some wonderful poems from the discussion list. You will select the most wonderful one. Li will give 100 taels of silver to help him return to school to study."
When many people heard this, they thought it was interesting, so they started to urge Li Wenying to recite those strange poems quickly for everyone's entertainment.
Li Wenying coughed lightly and said, "I just took a look at the discussion board and saw a poem that made me almost laugh. I will read it to you now. Please listen..."
"My luck is as good as a mountain. I'm going to eat the holy apricots and I'll be awesome in no time!"
Li Wenying deliberately did not pronounce the last word clearly and recited it in Jiangzhou dialect, but the scholars present immediately knew that the original word was "屌" with the radical "尸" added.
There was silence at first, and then everyone burst into laughter.
Some scholars who were drinking wine and tea could not control themselves and spit out the liquid. The sound of "puffing" could be heard all over the venue.
"What a talent!" A group of scholars laughed and cursed.
A military scholar cursed in a low voice: "Even if this man eats 10,000 holy apricots, he can't become a penis, he can only become a root hair!"
While Li Wenying was reciting poems, many Fang Dang scholars began to look for various strange poems.
After everyone finished laughing, Li Wenying said, "Next, I will recite the second wonderful poem. Please listen..."
"When Fang Yun roars, everyone follows him; when Fang Yun ignores you, you are a ball!"
Many scholars clapped their hands on the table and laughed so hard that they fell backwards with laughter.
This ball and that pendant are completely connected. Hearing a great scholar reciting such poems in such an elegant literary gathering forms a huge contrast that makes people unable to help laughing.
In fact, in private or small-scale literary gatherings, there are many vulgar jokes or poems, and everyone just laughs them off, and no one will shout for war or killing. This time, such jokes suddenly appeared at the literary gathering, and everyone just laughed along.
Li Wenying shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "I have learned a lot today. There are so many talented people in our Shengyuan Continent. However, since it is a national poetry competition, their talents are limited, and their willingness to participate is already precious, so please don't be too harsh on them. They are not well-trained, so we can't make a fuss about it. Okay, I will choose another wonderful poem..."
Many people thought this was one of the fixed programs of the Shengxing Literary Conference, but only a few people understood that when Li Wenying said this, he stopped some people from taking the opportunity to ridicule and attack Fang Yun, otherwise it would be making a mountain out of a molehill and taking advantage of the issue. Moreover, those who laughed because of these poems were cleverly included in Li Wenying's camp. Everyone laughed because they thought it was harmless. If anyone used these weird poems to attack Fang Yun, it would be equivalent to blaming the person who laughed.
Many scholars in Jing State gradually learned about this incident and admired Li Wenying very much. Li Wenying's recitation of vulgar poems in public might be recorded by people with ulterior motives or even historians, which would become a small stain.
But Li Wenying didn't care.
Li Wenying resolved the potential crisis and the literary meeting continued.
Suddenly, Grand Secretary Zong Xueyan stood up, clasped his fists in front of all four directions, and then said with thunderous tongue: "The Holy Apricot was created because of Fang Xusheng. This literary gathering will focus on chanting Fang Xusheng, which is only natural. However, I found that you have entered a misunderstanding. Why do you have to flatter Fang Xusheng when chanting Fang Yun? As long as it is a fair evaluation, it can be considered positive. Fang Xusheng himself also said, 'correct it if there is something wrong, and encourage it if there is nothing wrong', which shows that Fang Xusheng is willing to accept criticism. Therefore, Zong begs you not to flatter Fang Xusheng blindly. Once you flatter him too much, it will become flattery. It is also for his own good to point out some of Fang Xusheng's shortcomings. If he can correct them, he will definitely make further progress, which is a blessing for the human race!"
After Zong Xueyan finished speaking, he sat down casually.
The literary gathering suddenly fell silent. A few scholars mocked Zong Xueyan without hesitation, but none of them dared to use harsh words. After all, Zong Xueyan's words were based on the moral high ground and he was not wrong.
Many people who wanted to protect Fang Yun did not speak out immediately. One reason was to avoid being caught, and the other was to wait and see what the situation would hold. They wanted to see what the people from the Zong family or the Qing Kingdom were going to do.
At this time, a young scholar among the scholars of Qing State burst into tears and said, "Mr. Jianmei, please tell me, is this literary gathering only allowed to praise Fang Xusheng, or can you allow us to make fair comments? If you say that this literary gathering is only allowed to praise Fang Xusheng, then I will not stay here."
Many people looked at the young scholar, who turned out to be last year's number one scholar in Qing State, Feng Mo.
Li Wenying looked cold and said slowly: "Young scholar, if I send a coffin to your father on his birthday, saying that everyone will die one day and will definitely need a coffin, what will you do? This Shengxing Literary Society was founded because of the distribution of apricots. Most of the Shengxing apricots were distributed by Fang Yun to the scholars of the human race for free. Such a generous person, such a benevolent person, wrote an article or a poem at home, and you people can run to the wall of the Fang family to talk nonsense. It's like you are reading "The Analects" to scold Confucius, using your talent to scold Zhongni. You have no family education and no education! This Shengxing Literary Society was originally Fang Yun's literary society. He didn't prohibit the people of Qing from entering the literary society because we are all human beings. Instead, he gave you a reason to point fingers? I, Li Wenying, will say it here. Since you don't want to stay, get out of the Shengxing Literary Society. I, Li Wenying, don't welcome you! I'll give you a hundred breaths to leave here. After a hundred breaths, I, Li Wenying, will kill all the uninvited guests!"
Crash...
Countless scholars from Jing State stood up and stared at Feng Mo, the number one scholar from Qing State.
Powerful fighting spirit rose above the Academy of Literature, which was a sign that the scholars of Jing State were united as one.
In Yueyang Tower Academy of Literature, Li Wenying is the lord of this place, controlling the power of the Holy Temple. If he wants to kill someone, even all the people of Qing cannot stop him together.
Many people from Qing country looked livid, and some of them stood up and glared at Li Wenying and those people from Jing country.
"The scholars in my Qing country are no less than those in the rest of the world! If we can't stay here, there will be other places for us!" After Feng Mo finished speaking, he stood up and walked out.