Everyone present heard the young duke's words. A few shook their heads and sighed, while more people sneered.
It is well known that Prince Kang wants to win the heart of the monarch. The young Duke has been studying in the capital, mainly to recruit talents for Prince Kang's palace.
This time, the small country's official document failed to pressure Fang Yun and was overturned. No one dared to join Kangshe anymore, cutting off the most important talent selection channel for Prince Kang's palace.
In Shengyuan Continent, gold, silver, treasures, divine treasures, official positions and so on are unimportant. Scholars are the foundation of a force. Without sufficient support from scholars, even if one has countless wealth, he or she will have no status in Shengyuan Continent.
This large-scale withdrawal from the society was enough to weaken the influence of Prince Kang's Palace on Yanzhou by 30%, because this large-scale withdrawal from the society had a huge impact on the people and scholars, and those who were neutral or hesitant would inevitably stay away from Prince Kang's Palace.
The students of Liufeng Society, who had joined forces with Kang Society in Danbo Pavilion, also looked unhappy. Although Liufeng Society was stronger than Kang Society and had many children of court officials, the actual controller of Liufeng Society, Zuo Xiang Liu Shan, had a bad relationship with Fang Yun.
Although Zhibai, the accountant of Liufeng Society, did not say anything this time, they had already tacitly agreed to follow the young Duke to obstruct Fang Yun.
After the young Duke finished shouting and vomiting blood, the remaining dozens of people in Kangshe left quietly.
Fang Yun was about to continue walking when another group of people came over.
The core students of Liufeng Society looked gloomy.
"The student Qin Ting from the capital has left Liufeng Society. As long as the left prime minister and his party do not admit their mistakes to Fang Wenhou, I will not return to Liufeng Society!"
"Miao Danian, a student from Mizhou, has left Liufeng Society. Although Zuo Xiang and his party are usually unbearable, they are still people of Jingguo after all, and it is understandable that they are enemies of Fang Yun. But after today, Fang Yun's enemies are the enemies of Jingguo! Talents gather in Jing. Strengthen the prestige of our country. If such great talents are humiliated in the country again, I will fight to the death. If I don't die, I will betray Jingguo!"
The other disciples of Liufeng Society were as black as ink. This person's words were extremely treasonous. If he had said this normally, the Jingguo Supervisory Council would have come to his door long ago, but now it was like a big slap in the face of the disciples of Liufeng Society.
If this person really commits treason at that time, it will be because he was forced by the Left Prime Minister and his party. If this person continues to stay in Jing State, he will become a thorn in the flesh that the Left Prime Minister and his party can only hate but not touch.
After that, students from Liufeng Society continued to withdraw from the society, but the scale was not as large as that of Prince Kang's Mansion. After all, Liufeng Society had too many students and old friends who were members of the Zuo Xiang faction.
Liufeng Society fell from a first-rate literary society with thousands of members to a second-rate literary society.
People led by Fang Yun have been standing in the square. People from Liufeng Society keep coming to quit the society and apologize to Fang Yun. Tens of thousands of students are scattered around watching the fun. Some female students stare at Fang Yun and talk in low voices, making slight playful noises from time to time. Once someone looks over, they immediately cover their mouths and lower their heads.
Qiao Juze touched his forehead pretending to wipe sweat and said, "Fang Wenhou's destructive power is close to that of the Great Demon King. It was only his first time entering Lingyan Pavilion, but before he officially enrolled, he had already defeated the two top literary societies in Jingguo Academy. Even Chen Sheng, who had just entered Jingguo Academy, was far behind. He is extremely cruel, extremely cruel!"
"Some people say Fang Zhenguo is the reincarnation of a demon saint. I didn't believe it before. But today I believe it."
"Lord Wenhou, our Guanhai Society has always abided by the rules. You must show mercy." Someone joked.
"Yes, Guitianshe has never offended you, so please don't be impulsive!" A student from the Zhang Heng family said with a smile.
The people from Liufeng Society felt more and more uncomfortable the more they listened, and they left quickly.
Qiao Juze glanced at the backs of the people in Liufeng Society and said, "Let's go and celebrate Fang Zhenguo's success!"
Before Fang Yun could refuse, he was surrounded by hundreds of people and walked out. He had no choice but to leave.
"Brother Fang, how did you get ten chips in the seventh pavilion? Can you let us see your paintings and calligraphy?" someone asked impatiently.
Fang Yun hesitated for a moment. He said, "I chose to paint the pine forest and stream in the Caishi Pavilion, using the method of painting rocks and water that I learned by the Wudao River. That's why I was able to get ten points."
"Can you show us a little bit at the literary gathering?"
"That's fine." Fang Yun nodded.
"Why are you in such a hurry? The Holy Academy will definitely look for Fang Yun, and he will definitely appear in next month's issue of the Holy Way monthly magazine."
"If nothing unexpected happens, next month's "Holy Way" will become 'One Book of "Holy Way" and Half of Fang Yun'. This month's "Holy Way" gives Fang Wenhou another title, Fang Twelve. Many Xiao novels say that Fang Yun has run out of ideas, but it won't be difficult to become 'Fang Wu' or 'Fang Liu' next month."
"Oh, and the national poem, 'My clothes are getting looser and looser, but I will never regret it. I am exhausted for her' is simply a stroke of genius."
"If we want to break down next month's 'Holy Way', it won't be as simple as 'square five square six', it may be as far as twelve!" Qiao Juze said.
"Why do you say that, Brother Qiao?"
Qiao Juze said: "Fang Yun's national defense poem plus "Remembering My Brothers on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month" must be included in the "Sacred Way". The unique three-reversal hidden-point poem he sent to Chang Dongyun must also be included. The red and white poem he never appeared at the Chen family wedding banquet is also a masterpiece. Add "The High and Low of the Qin's Heart Knows" from Tanbo Pavilion and "Sorrow for Zhongyong", and this is the "Sacred Way" in the six essays!"
Everyone's eyes were slightly dazed, and they realized that although today was only the tenth day of September, Fang Yun had experienced the imperial examination and entered the capital. He first went to the Chen family's wedding banquet, then wrote lyrics for his teacher's son as a betrothal gift, and finally entered the Lingyan Pavilion. Although the time was short, he had experienced too many things.
Qiao Juze continued, "Finally, in Lingyan Pavilion, in addition to chess, Fang Yun's zither has new fingering, calligraphy has new fonts, brushwork and inkwork, and finally, painting has new painting methods. One method, one article. If nothing unexpected happens, Fang Yun will directly become 'Fang Twenty' from 'Fang Twelve' next month."
"Now that I've said that, I suddenly realize that Fang Wenba's nickname is vulgar, but it's so appropriate! In the past, he only dominated the poetry part of the Holy Dao, but now he has also dominated the Dao of the Qin, the Dao of Calligraphy, and the Dao of Painting! Scholars who major in these three arts must be both depressed and happy. The depression is that they can't compete with Fang Yun, and the happiness is that they can learn newer techniques."
You Nian said, "Next month's issue of 'Sacred Dao' will not be able to publish so many articles. I'm afraid we will have to publish a supplement. I'm afraid that Lord Fang will have a new nickname in the future, 'Fang Supplement'."
Everyone laughed.
"Let's stop talking nonsense and go to Lingyun Tower to celebrate Fang Yun's success. Let him personally explain the subtleties of the art of playing the zither, calligraphy, and painting! Let those who don't believe in him see it."
In the afternoon sunshine, everyone walked out of the academy.
At first, only the most outstanding students in the academy came with them, but after learning that Fang Yun was going to personally teach the three arts of music, calligraphy and painting, the rest of the students in the academy also rushed to Lingyun Tower, and even many lecturers followed.
Afterwards, the news that Fang Yun had won the full amount of chips in one go spread throughout the capital. Soon, firecrackers were heard everywhere in the capital to celebrate this once-in-a-century event.
In Lingyun Tower, Fang Yun was sitting in the Tianzihao guest room on the second floor. This room should only have one table, but now there were four large tables. More than fifty Jinshi were crowded here. In addition, there were several Juren from semi-saint families. Juren from wealthy families were not qualified to sit down at all.
More than half of the elite young scholars in Jingguo gathered here.
The food and drinks had not been served yet, but the atmosphere in the room was already hot. Everyone was in a great mood to talk, and no one could contain their joy.
These Jinshi had a good chance of becoming Hanlin, but their chances of becoming Grand Secretary were slim. However, now that their talents have gathered together and after decades of polishing, their chances of becoming Grand Secretary have greatly increased, at least several times higher than before.
Fang Yun had been sitting there for less than a quarter of an hour when the slightly plump shopkeeper came in with a sad face.
"Fang Wenhou, please open the window and take a look."
The autumn day was slightly chilly, and the windows were tightly closed. The scholar next to the window opened it, poked his head out, and said with a smile, "Brother Fang, you really wanted to come and see."
The setting sun shone into the house. Fang Yun walked to the window curiously and looked eastward. His eyes widened involuntarily. There were people standing on the road, as far as the eye could see. Most of them were wearing official clothes, including students, scholars, juren and jinshi. Even a few people wearing Hanlin clothes could be vaguely seen.
Fang Yun looked to the west again, and saw that it was even more crowded than the east. There were also scholars, and they were in groups of people of the same age. It was obvious that some people from the academy came here collectively.
"The streets are full of literati, it's a wonderful sight in Jingguo." Someone said beside Fang Yun.
Fang Yun turned around and looked at the shopkeeper. "They are not coming for me, are they?"
The shopkeeper said helplessly, "Who else but you can attract all the scholars in the city? When people heard that you were going to talk about the way of Qiting Manchou, those scholars went crazy and came to Lingyun Tower in groups. I was happy at first, but now I can't laugh anymore. The hall downstairs is so crowded that even the tables are full of people, and one of them was even crushed by people."
"Well, this... I really didn't invite them here." Fang Yun said sincerely.
"I know they came to listen to your lecture on their own initiative. Now there are so many people here in a short time. If we wait another hour, our 'Lingyun Tower' will be squeezed out. How about you give your lecture at another place another day? This Lingyun Tower really can't stand it." The shopkeeper pleaded.
Fang Yun looked at the other Jinshi in the room. He had just arrived in the capital, so naturally he had to rely on these students in the academy for such matters.
Qiao Juze stood up and said, "I will contact Zhou Xuezheng, who is in charge of preaching, and ask him if he agrees to let you give a lecture in the academy tomorrow. If yes, you can announce it with your eloquence. Wait a moment, I will contact Zhou Xuezheng."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Shopkeeper, can you please wait for a moment?"
"Okay, okay, gentlemen, please take your time chatting. I'll be waiting outside the door." The shopkeeper said and walked out.
After a while, Qiao Juze frowned and said, "Zhou Xuezheng said that he couldn't make the decision on this matter, but if we go to ask the Grand Secretary for instructions right away, I'm afraid we'll have to wait another half an hour. After all, the Grand Secretary is in charge of the daily affairs of the entire academy, and his status is only below that of the Minister of Literature."
"Half an hour? Okay, then I'll wait..."
Before Fang Yun finished speaking, he heard gentle spring thunder from the sky.
"Tomorrow morning, Fang Yun will give a lecture at Yuexi Academy. Those who are proficient in the three arts of zither, calligraphy and painting or above can enter the academy to attend the lecture."
When the first word came out, everyone in the room stood up quickly and listened with their hands lowered.
This is the voice of Moon Sang-hwa Kang.
After Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, Qiao Juze laughed and said, "I am really confused. Why look for the schoolmaster or the dean? The Minister of Literature will naturally pay attention to this matter personally. What a Fang Zengkan. Not only did he not attend the class when he entered the academy, but he started to give lectures instead. He is the most amazing person in the academy!"
(To be continued)