Many people subconsciously stepped back to avoid getting involved in the dispute.
Those who value their reputation will never help Guan Yaoyuan at this time, because that would be tantamount to helping the notorious Liu Zicheng.
Those who were afraid of trouble also refused to help either side, because Fang Yun was Fang Shouye's nephew after all, and was said to have a certain relationship with Grand Secretary Li Wenying.
Fang Yun's words isolated Liu Zicheng, Guan Yaoyuan and their cronies, completely cutting off their possibility of using other scholars to undermine his literary reputation.
Guan Yaoyuan didn't seem angry at all. He sighed and said, "Fang Yun, you really misunderstood. I really didn't isolate you. You were born in a poor family and you hate the rich and officials. You thought that we, the nobles, would definitely harm you. I admit that I shouldn't have mentioned Liu Zicheng. I once again solemnly apologize to you. Alas, I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I spent so much money just to promote my literary reputation. If Fang Yun doesn't come, I will find a way to get the first place. If Fang Yun comes, I will be happier than anyone else. If the poetry competition I hold has one more Mingzhou or Zhenguo poetry, then my literary reputation will also be there."
Fang Yun said: "Brother Guan is very cunning. If you can't isolate me, you have to make me stand against the nobles. We poor people never hate the rich. We hate the rich who are ruthless! You are very smart to show weakness everywhere, but I want to ask a question, are you usually such a smooth-talking gentleman who doesn't fight back when people point at your nose and scold you? If something is abnormal, it must be a demon!"
Everyone suddenly realized.
Guan Yaoyuan's face changed drastically and he subconsciously looked at the people around him.
Some people avoided Guan Yaoyuan's gaze, some people sneered, and some people shook their heads slightly.
Everyone knows that although Guan Yaoyuan is usually polite, he is not as compromising as he was today. But he acted like this today. He was simply retreating to advance, disguising himself as a pitiful person to contrast Fang Yun with an aggressive villain.
Gao Minghong immediately said in a strange tone, "I was wondering why Master Guan was so soft today. He kept apologizing from the beginning until now. He looked so wronged like a little girl. It turns out that he had other intentions. You and Liu Zicheng can both play with a concubine and have such a good relationship. Of course you have to avenge him."
Everyone's curiosity was piqued. It wasn't a big scandal for two scholars to share a concubine, but it would definitely damage their literary reputation.
Guan Yaoyuan gritted his teeth and swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth. He knew that if he really cursed, Fang Yun would definitely take the opportunity to say that he had revealed his true nature.
Guan Yaoyuan said angrily, "Gao Minghong, how can you insult me like this? If I hadn't compromised for the sake of the poetry competition and my literary reputation, I would have competed with you in poetry! I am Guan Yaoyuan, and you think I am a soft persimmon? I am now calling Liu Zicheng a beast, are you satisfied?"
Someone behind Guan Yaoyuan suddenly sneered, "What a bullshit Saint Shuangjia, aren't you just afraid? Afraid that our words will surpass yours, afraid that your literary reputation will be ruined, so you deliberately lead the topic to Liu Zicheng. Otherwise, why would you react so strongly to Brother Guan's casual remark? Where is your Fang Shuangjia's broad mind? Where is your demeanor as the leader of the plan?"
"Yan Yue! Say less, Fang Yun is not that kind of person!" Guan Yaoyuan scolded in a low voice, then showed a helpless look.
Pan'er said, "Stop talking. It's all Pan'er's fault. Pan'er shouldn't have forced Fang Shuangjia to write lyrics just because she admired him. In fact, Pan'er is old and wants to find a good home. Because she loves Fang Shuangjia's literary reputation, she wants to marry him, whether it's a wife or a concubine, but women are shy after all, so she made an agreement with Master Guan that if Fang Shuangjia came, she would say that I would commit myself to the champion of the poetry meeting tonight, and if Fang Shuangjia didn't come, she wouldn't mention it. I didn't expect that Pan'er, who was eager to admire him, would do something stupid."
Pan Er said as she knelt slightly and bowed to Fang Yun, then said: "I hope Master Fang will have mercy on me. This is all my fault. I shouldn't have insisted on you writing the lyrics. I am willing to drink three cups as punishment."
Yan Yue shouted, "How can this be possible! Fang Yun was obviously afraid of being outdone, so he didn't dare to write lyrics. What does this have to do with you? You love talents and even rejected a scholar, but Fang Yun treats you like a pig and a dog. Why do you have to embarrass yourself!"
"Yan Yue!" Guan Yaoyuan growled.
Mingyu Tower was quiet.
Fang Yun sighed softly, his heart was filled with ripples.
"What a Liu Zicheng! I almost believed you. You used this method back then. If it weren't for Yuhuan's loyalty, Fang Yun would have been sold out by you and counted the money for you. Now you are using this kind of fake and real method again. If the lyrics I write are not good, you will definitely smear my literary reputation; if I write well, Pan'er will definitely use this to get close to me. If I accept her, I don't know what the consequences will be. If I don't accept her, if she commits suicide, it will definitely arouse the anger of writers and slander me as a heartless man, which will always hit my literary reputation. Therefore, unless I use a method that has the best of both worlds, Liu Zicheng will find an excuse no matter what I do."
"I'm afraid Liu Zizhi also contributed to this. In fact, tarnishing my literary reputation is just the beginning. After that, the left prime minister's faction can not only destroy my literary achievements, but also attack the officials who help me and eliminate dissidents. Literary reputation is a double-edged sword. However, can you overturn my luck?"
Fang Yun made a decision in his heart and looked at the mung bean cake on the table.
"What a pity for the mung bean cakes in Wuli Village."
After Fang Yun finished speaking, he walked out, and He Yutang followed closely.
Guan Yaoyuan was extremely anxious and immediately gave Yan Yue a look, asking him to keep Fang Yun.
Yan Yue shouted, "Fang Yun, I look down on you! You are just a fool who doesn't even have the courage to write lyrics in public. I am ashamed to be in the same Dayuan Mansion with you! You can't write lyrics at all, and your literary reputation is just for show!"
Fang Yun laughed, walked out of the gate of Mingyu Tower, then stopped and stood outside the door with his back to everyone.
"Since you want me to write a poem, I'll write one. Since I said that I only brought my mouth and no hands to this poetry gathering to give face to the organizer, I'll recite a poem of Butterfly Love Flower here, titled Spring Scene."
Everyone held their breath and listened attentively, afraid of missing out on Fang Yun's next words.
Fang Yun said this and took a step forward.
"The flowers have faded and the green apricots are small."
Several scholars could not help but nod their heads. This sentence meant that the flowers were withering and green apricots were growing on the trees. It was exactly the scene of late spring and early summer, and it fits the beginning of summer today very well.
After reciting the first sentence, Fang Yun took another step forward.
"When the swallows, green water around people."
Lai Yong, who wrote the first poem, breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. Although this sentence was good, it could only be said to be mediocre and was even worse than his other poems.
"The willow fluff on the branches is blown away." Fang Yun took another step.
Lai Yong couldn't help but smile. This sentence was still very ordinary. It simply meant that there were fewer and fewer catkins and spring had gone.
Fang Yun took another step.
“There is always a better choice.”
More than a dozen people who had been listening with bated breath could no longer hold back and inhaled in unison after hearing this.
Lai Yong's smile froze on his face. What he said meant that spring had gone, but don't worry, spring will come back, and by then lush grass will grow again everywhere in the world. This sentence brought the artistic conception of the poem to an extremely high level.
The literal meaning alone was not enough to make Lai Yong like this, but Lai Yong himself was very talented, and he immediately thought that Fang Yun might have said this to Pan'er, which gave this sentence a different meaning.
A few scholars secretly looked at Pan'er, but Pan'er was a packaged "female scholar" after all, and it was the first time they heard the poem, so they thought it was about spring scenery, but they vaguely felt that there was more to the words.
Fang Yun continued speaking step by step.
"There's a swing inside the wall and a road outside the wall."
"People are walking outside the wall, while beauties are smiling inside the wall."
"The laughter gradually fades and the voices become quieter."
"Being affectionate will be annoyed by the heartless."
When Fang Yun recited this poem, the talent in his body vibrated, forming a strange resonance with his voice and the words, which continued to spread around.
All the jade and gold artifacts suddenly vibrated slightly following Fang Yun's voice. Not only did the vibration not form noise, but instead sounded clear in line with Fang Yun's melody, as if they were actively accompanying Fang Yun.
"A resounding voice!" someone whispered.
Everyone present was affected by the melodious music, and most of them showed joy, as if they were in the most beautiful spring scenery.
A few of the sour scholars even shook their heads and kept repeating the poem in a low voice, as if they were drunk.
Several singing girls couldn't help but humming the tune of "Dielianhua" and they became more and more joyful as they sang.
Even the illiterate maids were influenced by the words. They stared at Fang Yun's back and wanted to keep this talented man, even if they were willing to pay him.
This is the terrifying power of the sound of gold and jade. Even gold and jade can be shaken, let alone human hearts.
The more talented a person is, the less he will be affected.
The few people who were less affected looked at each other and saw surprise in each other's eyes, because this kind of poetry with the sound of gold and jade was nothing. If war poetry could also form the sound of gold and jade, then the range of war poetry would be doubled, and a large number of enemies would be killed instantly. It was an extremely terrifying poetry phenomenon.
This means that there is a very small chance that Fang Yun’s future war poems will trigger a sensation.
These people quietly moved away from Guan Yaoyuan and others.
As Fang Yun left, the sound of music faded, and some people looked at Guan Yaoyuan and Pan'er with strange eyes, because the second half of the poem was about a passerby who heard a woman swinging on a swing inside the wall, but soon the woman's laughter disappeared, and the amorous passerby felt abandoned.
The last sentence was so blunt that Pan'er turned pale.
Others might think that this poem was talking about her being too sentimental, but to Guan Yaoyuan and Pan'er, it sounded like Fang Yun was mocking them, saying that no matter what means they used, it would be in vain and they would only bring themselves troubles like the passerby in the poem.
Fang Yun took eight steps, recited the poem, and walked away slowly.
Fang Yun did not look back because he believed in the charm of the famous poems of Su Shi, the poet saint.
"Write it down!"
A scholar hurriedly picked up his pen and wrote the entire poem "Dielianhua Chunjing".
The flowers have faded and the green apricots are small. When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds the houses. The willow fluff on the branches is blown away, and there is fragrant grass everywhere in the world.
There is a swing inside the wall and a road outside. People are walking outside the wall, and the beauty inside the wall is laughing. The laughter gradually fades and the voice gradually becomes quieter. The affectionate one is annoyed by the heartless one.
Many people looked at the complete poem in silence for a long time.
"The talent is overwhelming, at least Mingzhou."
"Perhaps within a few years, this word will be able to protect the country."
Everyone nodded.
"The saying that there is always beautiful flowers in the world perfectly describes the coming and going of spring."
As soon as these words were spoken, many people looked at Pan'er again.
There was also a complete poem in front of Pan'er's eyes. As she read it, her eyes became blurred with tears. What appeared on her face was regret and self-blame, not the disappointment of being abandoned.
The melodious voice can easily trigger people's inner emotions. Once you are deeply caught up in it, you can no longer hide it.
The scholars present at the scene had already understood that Pan'er must be the one who set up a trap to harm Fang Yun. Unfortunately, due to his lack of talent and ulterior motives, he was instead influenced by Jin Sheng Yu Zhen.
Gao Minghong has always felt guilty towards Fang Yunxin, thinking that he should not have invited Fang Yun to the Lixia Literary Meeting, which almost damaged Fang Yun's reputation. He hated Pan'er and Guan Yaoyuan very much.
Gao Minghong stood up and was about to chase Fang Yun, but he saw the mung bean cake on the table out of the corner of his eye. He stopped where he was, thought for a moment, and adapted the "Beauty Song" from the Han Dynasty and recited it on the spot.
"There is a beautiful lady in Jiangzhou, she is unique and independent; her smiles are no match for the mung bean cake."
After saying this, Gao Minghong left quickly.
None of the scholars present laughed, but the singing girls and maids who were jealous and envious of Pan'er all laughed.
Gao Minghong from Lishan Society left, and the others immediately followed him out. The rest of the people from Hanmen Literary Society also left one after another.
Pan'er kept crying.
Guan Yaoyuan thought to himself that something was wrong. Pan'er didn't have the talent to protect herself. She got too deeply involved and mistook the person in the poem for herself. It was very likely that she really fell in love with Fang Yun and betrayed them.
Guan Yaoyuan was about to persuade her when Pan'er suddenly cried and said, "Pan'er is sorry, Mr. Fang! Pan'er will go to the Jingliannu Temple to become a nun today, wash away her sins, and pray for Mr. Fang every day." After saying that, she ran away crying.
Guan Yaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief, which meant that Pan'er would not betray them.
Yan Yue, who was standing by, whispered, "Yao Yuan, what should we do with Young Master Liu's satirical poem mocking Fang Yun? Fang Yun was taking the initiative just now, and I didn't even have a chance to recite it. Later, his voice was so powerful that I could only watch him leave."
Guan Yaoyuan said bitterly, "If this ends, Young Master Liu will definitely not be happy, and that satirical poem was written by the eldest young master, so we have to show it to him. Let's follow Fang Yun immediately, and when he stops or gets home, we will recite the poem in front of everyone to ridicule him, and then publicize it widely to continue to damage his literary reputation."
Yan Yue sighed, "Alas, we really shouldn't have invited him here. Now, we've forced him to write a Mingzhou poem, which will surely be published in the Holy Way. If it spreads a little, it may help the country, and it will help him. If the events of this literary gathering are published in the Holy Way, we will become clowns who will be remembered for all eternity."
Guan Yaoyuan gnashed his teeth and said, "If he can't write such a good poem, maybe he can live a little longer. This poem will soon be able to stabilize the country. Who can suppress him in the future? Will the Liu family dare to let him go? He won't live long!"
Yan Yue suddenly understood.
"Let's go! Follow the leader!"
Guan Yaoyuan shouted loudly: "Fang Yun is a great talent! I will take Yan Yue to apologize to him. It's not that he can't write lyrics, but he is low-key and hides his shortcomings. He is a truly generous scholar!"
After saying that, he took the people from the British Society and got on the carriage to catch up with Fang Yun's carriage.
Even after the organizer of the poetry conference had left, the others did not stay any longer and followed Guan Yaoyuan in a carriage, wanting to know whether he was really apologizing or not.
On the road from Wuli Village to Dayuan Prefecture, more than twenty horse-drawn carriages were lined up in a line, raising a cloud of dust.
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