After Wen Xiang finished speaking, the whole audience was in an uproar and the students were talking about it.
"Wei Yu? Is it true that he wants to compete for Fang Yun's upper room?"
"Isn't that Wei Yu? Bad luck! Stay away from him."
"Fighting for the upper house is nothing, but even the Minister of Literature said that his heart is not right. I dare not stand within three feet of such a person. It would be too embarrassing to be known by others!"
"The Minister of Literature has such a good temper that he actually made her announce this matter personally. I will definitely turn a blind eye to it in the future!"
The students nearby retreated one after another, staying away from Wei Yu as if he were the plague.
Wei Yu's face looked as if it was smeared with bitter bile, and it was blue and green. Even the young duke and others around him found it difficult to remain calm.
The position of Prime Minister is the soul of a country's literati. It is better to leave it vacant than to appoint an unqualified scholar. His status in the hearts of scholars in Jing State is far higher than that of the monarch, and second only to the semi-saint Chen Guanhai.
Lei Yuanting was among them. He snorted coldly and said, "Wei Yu, can't you see that Minister Wen favors Fang Yun?"
The young Duke immediately glared at Lei Yuanting, he was so angry that he wanted to punch him. This man simply treated Jingguo as Lei family. He even dared to speak like that about the Prime Minister in Jingguo Academy. No great Confucian scholar is a soft persimmon. Even if Jiang Hechuan has a good temper, he is a person who has set foot on the holy path. There is no doubt that his heart is strong.
Although the relationship between Prince Kang's Mansion and Jiang Hechuan was not harmonious, the young Duke did not dare to say a word against Jiang Hechuan in the capital, because the Minister of Culture was not only in charge of a country's education and academy of literature, but also sat in the capital and was the head of the three great Confucian scholars who controlled the power of the Holy Temple!
As long as the three great scholars are in the capital, with the help of the Holy Temple, even if a half-saint from the demon race comes to kill them, they will never return.
Wei Yu sighed helplessly and was about to speak when he heard a sudden loud explosion in the sky.
"so what!"
The sound brought with it a strong gust of wind, which blew Wei Yu, Lei Yuanting, the young Duke and others back one after another.
Lei Yuanting's face turned red and purple. Although he was a member of the Lei family and was not afraid of Jiang Hechuan, his status was not high enough after all. If he was punished for speaking ill of Jiang Hechuan, the Lei family would have to apologize and lose face.
Qiao Juze, who was beside Fang Yun, laughed and said, "As expected of a great scholar, the words 'so what' are so wonderful! If the Minister of Literature of Jing State does not favor Fang Yun, but instead remains fair to outsiders with evil intentions, then he is not the Minister of Literature of Jing State! I, Qiao Juze, also favor Fang Yun, so what!"
Fang Yun smiled slightly. No matter whether it was Nangong Leng of Wu State or Jiang Hechuan, the Minister of Literature, no matter what their holy ways were, their actions were surprisingly similar, direct and straightforward. If they were ordinary people, they could even be said to be willful in some ways.
But this kind of willfulness is exactly what many adults cannot do.
Fang Yun vaguely understood that the great Confucian scholars were no longer pursuing worldly things, and they could handle these small matters as they pleased. What they pursued was the holy way, and they were only cautious in front of the holy way. Everything below the holy way was not worth spending too much thought on.
The students of Jingguo present looked at Wei Yu and others with more disdain, opposing the great scholars of Jingguo. It was almost equivalent to opposing Jingguo, almost treason, and most scholars would not tolerate such people.
Wei Yu turned his head and looked at Fang Yun, his eyes flashing with hatred. Today, Wen Xiang said this. Whether he wins or loses, the whole family will not be able to gain a foothold in the capital or even Jingguo. They can only move out of Jingguo and go to the Lei family.
"It's all your fault! Even if I die in Lingyan Pavilion today, I will never let you defeat me! Never!" Wei Yu's voice was low but firm.
A scholar in a white robe came over steadily. He was handsome and looked different from ordinary students at first glance, but a closer look revealed that he had the authority that only officials had.
Everyone could see that he must have something important to tell Fang Yun when he walked towards him at this time, but both his steps and expression were very steady, as if nothing had happened.
The man walked up to Fang Yun, bowed deeply and said, "I, Younian, apologize to Lord Wenhou. Yesterday, I promised the little prince to go to the Lingyan Pavilion, but I didn't know it was aimed at Lord Wenhou. I only found out today, but it's too late to regret it. I hope Lord Wenhou will forgive me."
"Ignorance is not a crime." Fang Yun's tone did not contain any forgiveness, but there was not much disgust either.
Qiao Juze said in surprise: "Brother Younian, even if you agreed yesterday, you should have known when we petitioned to go to the Lingyan Pavilion together today."
"But I have already agreed, and I cannot go back on my word in front of the young Duke. I hope Lord Wenhou and Brother Qiao will forgive me." You Nian apologized again.
Fang Yun nodded slightly and said, "The Lingyan Pavilion will be open soon, right? When will you be able to pass the hunting in the first pavilion at the earliest?"
Qiao Juze said: "The first time I passed the Juren Lingyan Pavilion, it took me about a hundred breaths to pass. In the last Juren Lingyan Pavilion before becoming a Jinshi, I passed it in thirty breaths and got eight points."
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Brother Qiao can get eight chips, he is truly a great man of his generation. A full pavilion only has ten chips."
Chips are a kind of counting tool made of bamboo pieces. They are widely used, so some words have been derived from them, such as "slightly inferior". In Shengyuan Continent, this kind of bamboo chips is the most commonly used calculation, followed by the calculation of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches.
Qiao Juze said with a smile, "Brother Fang, you are joking. With your ability, I am afraid you are far better than I was back then. The Lingyan Pavilion is divided into two parts. The first three pavilions test the six arts of a gentleman, namely 'archery, charioteering and etiquette', while the last four pavilions test the zither, chess, calligraphy and painting respectively. I will not mention the last four pavilions for now. For the first three pavilions, my best score when I was a juren was a total of 23 chips. I am afraid that you can get at least 21 chips now, or even 24 chips, which is more than me."
You Nian, who was standing by, immediately smiled and said, "With Lord Wenhou's talent, you can be guaranteed to pass the top three pavilions with ten votes in a year at most. By then, you will definitely be ranked among the top ten in Lingyan Pavilion, your portrait will appear in Lingyan Pavilion, and you will become a person respected by the ten countries."
"I haven't tried it myself, so it's hard to say." Fang Yun said modestly.
Qiao Juze nodded and said, "That's right. After all, you are too young. You spend a lot of time reading every day. Your poetry, classics and policy essays are unparalleled among the candidates, but you don't have much time to practice hunting. However, you have a strong literary courage. As long as you use your literary courage to guide you, your hunting skills will never be lower than the sixth level, and you can easily pass the first pavilion."
"I'd like to borrow your good words." Fang Yun said.
At this moment, Fang Yun felt the heaven and earth shake, and immediately looked forward, and saw a tall wooden building shining with golden light appear in front of him. There were white clouds under the building, and from the middle of the building, there was smoke and mist above, so the name Lingyan Pavilion was well deserved.
Thousands of people walked towards the wooden building together.
Fang Yun walked forward together, stepped on the slightly soft clouds and walked up the stairs. He saw the word "Hunting" on the spacious gate, and then entered the gate. The scenery in front of him changed, and he came to a grassland. On both sides of him were two rows of various bows and arrows.
There are royal bows, arc bows, clip bows, carved bows, longbows, horn bows, etc.; there are also a wide variety of large arrows, trident arrows, small chisel-head arrows, crescent arrows, etc. All the bows and arrows that appear in the world are available here.
Every two people were separated by a long row of bow and arrow racks. To Fang Yun's left was Qiao Juze, and to his right was You Nian. (To be continued...)