He Yutang said: "To put it bluntly, it's nothing. It's just that the poor family and the gentry are fighting for literary fame. In the past, the poor family has always been suppressed by the gentry. Now that you have come out, a talented person from a poor family that has never been seen in Jingguo like you, naturally you want to take advantage of this opportunity. However, "They shouldn't have any ill intentions toward you, otherwise they wouldn't have sent so many people. It's actually a way of showing respect and not wanting you to be overly concerned."
Fang Yun thought quietly and said nothing.
He Yutang said: "If you can beat the crowd in this poetry meeting, the people from Lishan Society will definitely invite you to the Lixia Literary Meeting in the evening to spread your name. Thank you for beating the nobles before."
"They have a good idea." Fang Yun said casually, looking out the car window with a calm expression.
He Yutang immediately said: "Since you are not going to steal the limelight at the poetry meeting, it doesn't matter, but if this happens again in the future, they must give you enough benefits! You can't be allowed to charge into the battle, and they will sit back and enjoy the results."
Not long after, the carriage left the city and arrived at Wuli Village, which was very close to the outside of the city.
He Yutang said: "Such literary events are often held out of the city. After all, the city is full of houses, so there is nothing to see in spring. Wuli Village has beautiful scenery and Yanghe River, a tributary of the Yangtze River, and is the favorite of many literati. Of course, here The Qinglou and Huafang are also unique.”
After saying that, He Yutang showed a "you know" expression, and Fang Yun smiled slightly.
The two of them discussed the cultural conference together, with He Yutang doing most of the talking and Fang Yun listening. He Yutang specifically told Fang Yun about some of the insidious and harmful methods used by literati to make Fang Yun careful.
When they arrived at Wuli Village, He Yutang showed Fang Daniu the way to Mingyu Tower, where the poetry meeting was held.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Brother He is a regular customer."
Not only was He Yutang not embarrassed, but he also showed a little pride.
Literati from the ten countries all pursue style. As long as they don't wear official robes, even officials can drink wine, but they can't stay overnight.
Not long after, Fang Daniu called out: "Master, there are too many carriages in front of us, and some guys are guiding them to prevent the carriages from entering. We can only stop here."
"Okay, let's stop here."
Fang Yun and He Yutang got off the carriage. Fang Yun took out a piece of broken silver, about half a tael, from his purse and gave it to Fang Daniu, saying, "You find a place to eat, we don't know how long it will take before we leave."
"Thank you, Master." Fang Daniu was overjoyed.
He Yutang's eyes lit up, and he thought that Fang Yun was indeed worth relying on.
The two got off the car and walked, and Fang Yun looked around.
On the right is a river about ten feet wide. When the wind blows, the surface of the river sparkles.
There is a dense forest on the opposite bank of the river. The bank here is dotted with two-story wooden buildings, and each wooden building is particularly grand and spacious.
These wooden buildings face the river with their backs and face the residential buildings of Wuli Village.
There were carriages everywhere along the way.
The two people walked to Mingyu Tower, showed the invitation, and entered the first floor.
The first floor of Mingyu Building is very spacious, with many dining tables and desks. On the dining table are various pastries, cold dishes and drinks, and on the desks are pens, inks, papers and inkstones.
Six musicians were playing the harp and flute in the lobby, and their melodious sounds echoed in the air.
More than fifty scholars were distributed in the corridors on the first and second floors. Many of them hugged one or even two women, but more than half of them did not touch the women, but gathered together to chat.
The doors of all the rooms on the second floor were open, and men's conversations and women's laughter could be vaguely heard.
"Fang Shuangjia!" Gao Minghong waved to Fang Yun loudly.
As soon as these three words came out, all the scholars stopped what they were doing, and even the women looked at the door with surprise.
The music suddenly became chaotic, and the six musicians were distracted by their luck and had to stop playing their instruments.
People who were originally in the rooms on the second floor also walked to the corridor and looked at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun reluctantly held up his hands, saying hello to everyone, and then walked towards Gao Minghong.
Only one person saw Fang Yun and quickly walked into the Tianzihao room on the second floor.
Le Ji continued to play the musical instrument, and Mingyue Tower returned to normal.
Many people came to Fang Yun and wanted to talk to him.
"Fang Yun, you have to fight for our humble family today and win the first place in the Poetry Club." Gao Minghong said.
Fang Yun thought that what He Yutang said before was right. Gao Minghong must have been used as a pen, otherwise he would not have said such things just after they met.
"Today I only brought my mouth, not my hands, so I can't write poems and leave when I'm full." Fang Yun said with a smile.
The scholars around him didn't know what was going on and were a little at a loss. Some thought Fang Yun was joking.
Gao Minghong asked in confusion: "What happened? We just concluded that you must be the Shikui this time. Why didn't you participate?"
"Writing poems and lyrics is not something like eating and drinking. You can't just say that you have it. I've just run out of ideas today and I really can't write poetry. I hope you can forgive me."
"Pity."
Many people sighed.
At this moment, a group of young people wearing luxurious brocade robes walked out of the Tianzihao room and appeared in the corridor on the second floor, holding on to the railing.
The music stopped and everyone looked at those people.
One of the scholars with a koi pattern embroidered on his clothes raised his hands to everyone and said with a smile: "Thank you for giving me this opportunity to host this Beginning of Summer literary meeting. I wanted to vomit my bitterness, but after hearing that Fang Yunfang Shuangjia My dear, all the hard work I have endured these days has been worth it. On behalf of everyone present, I would like to thank Fang Yun, not only for letting us see good poetry, but also for making me, a Jingguo scholar, feel proud and proud!" He said and clapped his hands vigorously.
Mingyu Tower suddenly burst into applause.
Fang Yun and a few people felt something was wrong.
Whoever sets the stage is the one who sings the opera, but this person who hosted the cultural gathering first praised Fang's luck and lofty it to the sky. There is obviously something wrong with it. Moreover, applause is a high honor for actors and storytellers, but to applaud a scholar so suddenly is a bit hasty.
Gao Minghong on the side immediately said: "He is a big shot in Yingshe, Guan Yaoyuan. Although he is only from a prominent family, his uncle serves as the head of the fifth-grade official department in the capital and is a confidant of the left prime minister. This man has a very good relationship with the two brothers of the Liu family. "After speaking, he gave Fang Yun a cautious look.
Fang Yun immediately stood up and bowed his hands to everyone, saying: "Brother Guan, I'm just an ordinary scholar. I occasionally wrote a few acceptable poems. I don't dare to take credit. I'm here today just to eat this Yanghe The fresh fish, as for the poetry meeting, I have to rely on Brother Guan.”
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he sat down.
Everyone saw that Fang Yun wanted to give in. Some were curious, some nodded secretly, and some were dissatisfied. However, several people around Guan Yaoyuan had sneers on their faces.
Guan Yaoyuan sighed and said: "Speaking of the poetry meeting, Guan apologizes to everyone. Because my servants sent the wrong message, the person who wrote the invitation made a mistake. This is not a poetry meeting, but a poetry meeting. A poetry competition. To express my apology, the prize money for the first, second and third place winners in this competition will be doubled. But since everyone is doing poetry on the spot, they won’t care about such trivial matters.”
"Of course, poetry and lyrics are all the same."
"They're all cultural gatherings!"
Everyone came to Guan Yaoyuan's rescue.
A flash of anger flashed across Gao Minghong's face, and he immediately stood up and said loudly: "Brother Guan, you didn't announce it sooner or later, but you changed it after Fang Yun arrived. Are you afraid of Fang Yun's poem name, so you temporarily changed it to Ci meeting?”
Guan Yaoyuan immediately bent down and begged: "Brother Gao, I was wrong. I was really wrong. Isn't that okay? Come on, I'll go down and pour you tea. I really didn't think so. Even a fool knows that. Fang Shuangjia Since three poems are equally brilliant, there will be no problem with his writing skills. If you don’t believe it, you can ask the manager of Mingyu Tower and Miss Pan’er, the court lady of Mingyu Tower, if I have already said that every Beginning of Summer is a poetry festival. It’s so boring, I must have a word show this year.”
"Gao Minghong, poetry does not distinguish between different genres. You are too aggressive."
"Yes, Guan Yaoyuan is begging you, so don't push yourself too far."
"Brother Gao, please forgive others when you have to."
Even some poor scholars helped take care of Yaoyuan.
Gao Minghong snorted and sat down, then glanced at Fang Yun, his expression extremely serious.
Fang Yun understood. Guan Yaoyuan's status was so high, but now he pretended to be as aggrieved as a grandson in front of Gao Minghong, so he must have big plans.
"Could it be that Liu Zicheng is trying to make me look bad? To attack my literary reputation?" Fang Yun thought to himself.
Guan Yaoyuan saw Gao Minghong sitting down and said: "When I finish telling the following news, you all should suspect that I am causing trouble. If you don't doubt me, you are not a man. Because Miss Pan'er has decided that she will tell me The leader of this Ci Club will dedicate his first night!
"What?"
"Back then, an official wanted to redeem her life and marry her as his wife, but she refused. How could she sacrifice herself for just one word?"
"She won't look at Shang Shuangjia anymore, will she?"
"Hey, it seems he's here for Fang Shuangjia!"
Mingyu Tower turned into a mess.
Gao Minghong was stunned. If Liu Zicheng arranged it, the price would be too high. Pan'er is Mingyu Tower's cash cow. He is proficient in poetry, poetry, and can even discuss classics and policies with some scholars. He can earn at least 20,000 taels of silver for Mingyu Tower a year. His net worth is terrifying.
Gao Minghong hesitated for a moment and said to Fang Yun in a low voice: "It's hard to talk about this matter. No matter how good Liu Zicheng is, there is no way he can convince Miss Pan'er."
He Yutang, who came in a carriage with Fang Yun, came over and whispered: "You must not leave now. Once you leave early, they will definitely spread rumors and cause trouble, saying that you are afraid and ruining your literary name. "
Fang Yun smiled slightly. He had always been calm and calm, but now there was a slight change.
"If you want to ruin my literary name, you have to pay a higher price." Fang Yun finished speaking and took a sip of tea.
Fang Yun did not lower his voice, everyone at the table could hear him, and they could only remain silent.
Gao Minghong sighed and whispered: "If your reputation is damaged after today, I will find a way to compensate you."
"Brother Gao, you don't have to be like this." Fang Yun said.
Gao Minghong shook his head.
Without any doubts, Guan Yaoyuan began to announce the rules of the Ci Contest. The rules were very simple. Write a poem on the spot with the title of "Spring", and then everyone will judge it. If the lyricist is not convinced, he will go to the Academy of Literature. The test ability is divided into high and low levels.
The leader of the Ci Club this time will not only get Pan'er's first night, but also a full 600 taels of silver, the second place will get 200 taels, and the third place will get 100 taels. To most people here, this is not the case. small amount.
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