At the entrance of Laoshixiang alley, a group of students were talking excitedly.
It had been decades since Jingguo had produced a national poem or essay. Now, not only had two been produced in succession, but one had happened right before their eyes, and they were all filled with excitement.
Even the children of the gentry were full of praise for Fang Yun. In the face of the nation-stabilizing literature, the gap between the poor and the gentry no longer existed, and what remained was the scholars' respect for literature.
"This man's talent can only be described as astonishing. He is truly full of knowledge."
"Fortunately, he is writing here. If he had gone to the seaside to write, the line 'It's not the depth of the water that matters, but the presence of a dragon' would have surely alarmed the Dragon Palace, and it would have been hard to predict whether it would be a blessing or a curse."
"Those dragons are different from ordinary monsters. They love fame the most. When Lord Jianmei injured the dragon grandson, the dragon grandson was not angry at all. Instead, he ran while praising Lord Jianmei and said he would compete with him again someday."
"If the spirits of Zhuge Liang, Yang Xiong and Confucius in "Humble House Praise" knew that there are descendants like this, they would definitely be very pleased."
"We scholars have saints in our hearts and thousands of troops in our bellies. How can the place we live in be simple? That Yan Yue really has a pair of dog eyes!"
"Ambition is the root of literature. This boy has set his ambition in a humble room and is on par with the Three Saints. His grand plan is spreading out like a tiger with wings. I'm afraid his talent for literature will be deeply rooted."
"It took Confucius many years of hard work to achieve success. Fang Yun came from a humble family and studied hard for many years. Once "Praise of the Humble House" was published, it was natural that his achievements would be recognized by the world."
"My Jingguo... How dare you! Who is driving a car recklessly in the city?"
"Hush, don't you see that's the state criminal department's carriage?"
“Then…then you can’t run so fast in the city, what if you hurt someone?” The man’s momentum suddenly weakened by nine points.
"There should be an important person sitting inside, at least a scholar, who would not let the carriage hurt anyone. Eh? Why is there another express carriage behind? It seems to be from the Supervisory Department? The important people from the Criminal Department and the Supervisory Department are here, and the only missing person is the Judicial Department. Could it be that some official has an accident, forcing all three departments to come out?"
"Oh no! There are carriages of the city guards on the other side. Why do they look like they are dominating us? Are they here to arrest us?"
"If I could be surrounded and captured by so many big shots, my death would not be unfair."
"That looks like the prefect's carriage."
All the scholars stopped talking about "Praise of the Humble House". Many of them felt guilty even though they had done nothing. The scene was too scary. It was just like catching a monster that had entered the city.
The express trains were getting closer and closer. Suddenly, six extremely loud and high-pitched horse neighs were heard from the east. All the horses began to tremble, and some even knelt on the ground.
The galloping carriages immediately slowed down and stopped. All the horses were out of control of the drivers and leaned against the wall in horror to make way.
Six silver-white horses, which were one head taller than ordinary horses and three feet longer, appeared, pulling a carriage. The six horses were so arrogant that they didn't even bother to look at other horses.
Unlike ordinary horses, these six horses do not have horse hair, but thick silver-white scales.
"How come Mr. Jianmei is here, the only one of Jiangzhou's six dragon horses?" a scholar whispered.
The people in the car started cursing.
"You are so majestic, those who know you may think you are a university scholar, and those who don't may think you are a saint!"
"Li Wenying! Do you still have the friendship of our former comrades in arms?"
"Humph, if Mr. Jianmei has no shame in fighting for a page of paper with a mere Jinshi like me, I will definitely give in."
Senior officials got out of the car one after another, and all the powerful officials of Dayuan Prefecture gathered together.
The fourth-rank director of the provincial criminal department, the fifth-rank prefect of Dayuan Prefecture, the fifth-rank master of the prefectural literary academy, the fifth-rank general of the prefectural army, the sixth-rank lieutenant general of the city defense army, and so on were all there.
The scholars present were dumbfounded. Are these officials still the friendly ones on the surface? Why are they all so tense and resentful towards Li Wenying
At this moment, these people have completely abandoned their identities as officials and appear as scholars.
The dragon horse could scare the horses, but it could not scare the candidates who had passed the imperial examinations and the Jinshi degree.
The six dragon horses had to stop, snorting and trotting around, eager to try. Each dragon horse could fight a scholar alone, and they would not give in to anyone except Li Wenying.
Li Wenying, who looked to be in his early thirties, opened the door curtain and walked out. He looked around at everyone and smiled slightly. His sword-like eyebrows looked even more heroic.
"How are you all? I, Longma, have a bad temper, so please be patient with me." Li Wenying said with a smile.
The six dragon horses immediately shouted loudly and raised their heads high when they were praised.
Prefect Sun said confidently, "I heard that you snatched a copy of the original manuscript of The Pillow Book from Zhou Zhubu, and also annotated the Three Character Classic. You have gained both fame and fortune. How can you not be satisfied?"
It was unthinkable before the rise of the Holy Academy that a fifth-rank official would question a third-rank official in this way, but now everyone thinks it is normal and believes that Magistrate Sun has the character of a scholar.
Li Wenying said calmly: "The article that stabilizes the country and strengthens courage is a famous article that has not been published for a hundred years. I am the leader of the state's literary academy, the teacher of millions of people, and I am also a university scholar. It is natural that I should accept the position. If this "Humble House Inscription" can help me become a great scholar, everyone will be happy."
"That's wrong. Everyone knows that Jianmei Gong is a talented person. Chen Sheng once said that you will become a great scholar in twenty years. Why do you have to compete with us Jinshi for this article?"
Zhu Sizheng, a supervisor who was in his sixties, suddenly said, "I am a juren, so can't I compete?"
"It was a slip of the tongue, a slip of the tongue. Lord Zhu, please don't misunderstand. Don't fall into Li Wenying's trap. I have always respected your impartiality. If I get the "Praise of the Humble House", I will definitely let you have a sneak peek first." said Prefect Sun.
"What do you mean you got the 'Praise of the Humble Dwelling'? Our master sent me a letter from Yuhai City, saying that he is determined to get the 'Praise of the Humble Dwelling'!" said the sixth-rank lieutenant general.
The Jiangzhou government office and the Academy of Literature are both in Dayuan Prefecture, but the provincial army is stationed in Yuhai City, mainly to guard against sea monsters.
"Everyone, stop arguing and work together to deal with Jianmei Gong first. If he meets Fang Yun, we will have no chance at all." Another person said.
The internal fighting stopped and everyone looked at Li Wenying.
"This article is of great use to me, and I cannot give it to you!" Li Wenying stood at the front of the car, wearing an official robe, and spoke in a firm tone.
"How about Master Li give us the manuscript of The Pillow Book and the annotations of Three Character Classic? Then we can leave immediately. If you eat meat, you should at least give us some soup, right?"
Li Wenying said, "Humph, none of you are capable of annotating the Three Character Classic. As for The Pillow Book, who has ever forced me to spit out something I have swallowed? Let's cut the crap. The Humble Dwelling is Fang Yun's, and it's up to him to decide who to give it to. I, Li Wenying, am not a person who takes advantage of others, so I specially prepared something to exchange with him before I came here."
As he spoke, Li Wenying took something out from his sleeve pocket.
It was a two-finger-thick and half-foot-long ink stick. Unlike ordinary ink sticks, this one was covered with dense red blood threads, like jade and fire, and seemed to be flowing. A dragon head was carved on the top of the ink stick, which looked lifelike.
"Dragon Blood Ink Ink!" a scholar exclaimed enviously.
Sun Sizheng said: "Your dragon blood ink ingot is only the blood of the demon king's dragon grandson, which is much inferior to the blood of the great demon dragon's son, not to mention the blood of the dragon saint. The original manuscript of "Humble House Inscription" is enough to be passed down through the ages. The other party's luck is of little use, but it is enough for my Jing country to have a few more Hanlin, which a low-grade dragon blood ink ingot cannot exchange for. If you take out the dragon bone dragon whisker pen, we will never fight again."
Li Wenying snorted coldly, extremely displeased. He had painstakingly obtained the dragon bones and dragon whiskers from the demon king Longsun, which were much more valuable than the dragon blood ink ingot. If it could be refined into a cultural treasure with even greater power, he was reluctant to give it away.
"Although your dragon blood ink ingot can enhance the power of war poetry by 20% to 30%, it will not last for a few years. I have a cultural treasure of a juren scholar in my hand, which I can exchange with Fang Shuangjia."
Li Wenying said, "It's just a literary treasure of a juren. I have a jinshi literary treasure called 'Demonic Brush' at home. Although it can only kill monsters and not hurt people, this brush is enough to increase the power of war poems by 10%."
Everyone was silent. They all had high status, but it was much lower than Li Wenying, so it was impossible for them to exchange their Jinshi Wenbao for it.
Prefect Sun said unwillingly, "Fang Yun is only a student. He must at least become a juren before he can use the jinshi Wenbao. Even if he is given it now, it will be of little use."
"How long will it take for him to become a juren? One year or two years?" Li Wenying asked back.
Prefect Sun couldn't answer, and the possibility of Fang Yun passing the imperial examination in a short time was too great.
At this time, Wei Yuanjun of the Palace Academy of Literature suddenly said, "Since this article is so important, and Fang Yun has no use for it, why not donate it to the court and keep it in the Jingguo Academy. Modeled after the Holy Academy, let meritorious officials read it, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds?"
Many people looked at Wei Yuanjun with disgust. Although he was in the Academy of Literature, he was a lackey of the Left Prime Minister. He obviously had selfish motives in saying this and did not want Fang Yun to benefit.
Li Wenying frowned and said, "That's Fang Yun's stuff. If he wants to donate it, then donate it. If he doesn't want to donate it, no one can force him. From the tone of Wei Yuanjun, it seems that he wants to exchange it with Fang Yun? I wonder if the Fu Wenyuan has anything to show for it?"
Wei Yuanjun puffed out his chest and said, "This item is extremely important to my Jing country. Since Fang Yun is a scholar of my Jing country, it is only natural that he donates it to the court."
Prefect Sun mocked, "Your family has hundreds of thousands of silver, tens of thousands of acres of fertile land, and countless treasures, which are also extremely important to my Jing country. You are also a scholar of my Jing country, so donate it to the court. As long as you can do it, I will immediately persuade Fang Yun to donate "Humble House Inscription" as well."
"You... you are making trouble!" Wei Yuanjun said angrily.
Li Wenying's sword-like eyebrows moved, his eyes were as cold as ice, and he said slowly: "Before I get angry, you'd better get out of here. Tell that old dog Zuo Xiang that if he dares to touch Fang Yun, I will kill his entire family!"
There was deathly silence all around. This was Lord Jianmei. He would tolerate anything as long as it was reasonable and well-founded, but he was always rude to people like Lord Wei Yuan who fanned the flames and plotted against the talents of Jing State.
Those scholars were so frightened that they hurriedly lowered their heads, thinking that he was worthy of being the Sword-Eyebrowed Man who almost slayed a dragon. He was too scary that he even dared to threaten the first prime minister of the dynasty.
On the contrary, the officials were relatively calm. Li Wenying's official position was not as high as that of the Left Prime Minister, but he was more interested in suppressing the demons than in the court. Both of them were Grand Secretaries, and the Left Prime Minister might have more talent, but if they fought to the death, Li Wenying would have a greater chance of winning.
Li Wenying, the poet of Wind and Rain Sword, has the strength to threaten Zuo Xiang.
Wei Yuanjun didn't expect to offend Li Wenying's taboo, and he walked away in fear without even getting in the car. He just clenched his right fist tightly.
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