Medicine as a title is not a big deal, because the concept of medicine is too broad, and many plants are considered medicine, but this type of writing is exclusive. Since "trees" and "flowers" appear in the front, then there cannot be poems about trees and flowers in the back.
For example, Man Jiang Hong is a red duckweed, which is considered a flower in many poems. Even though Man Jiang Hong is also a medicine, because the title "flower" comes first, Fang Yun and other Jingguo Jinshi cannot use it.
There are many similar ones. Chrysanthemum, plum blossom and lilac are both flowers and medicines, so Jingguo Jinshi could not use the names of ci tunes such as Juhuatian, Yijianmei or Dingxiangjie.
Except for doctors or scholars who studied medicine as a minor, no one knew much about medicine. However, Fang Yun had read and memorized a large number of medical books, and he had an idea after a little thought.
The other Jinshi candidates from Jing State looked unhappy because too many medicines involved trees and flowers, and time was limited. If they spent too much time thinking about the names of the medicines, then the time for composing poems would be reduced, and their level would inevitably decline, which was quite fatal.
Qiao Juze looked at Fang Yun, and Fang Yun smiled and said, "There are too many human medicines. Not to mention the titles of poems, there are many ci tunes with fixed names. The ci tune 'Shi Er Hong' has the same name as a medicinal wine, which is neither made of wood nor flowers, so it can be used. There is also the ci tune 'Wang Jiangnan', which is also a medicine. The seeds, roots and leaves can all be used as medicine. For another example, the ci tune 'Hong Niang Zi' is also the name of an insect, which can be used as medicine."
All the scholars nearby looked at Fang Yun in surprise. They all knew these ci forms, but they had never known that they were related to medicinal liquor and drugs. Except for doctors, no one could remember these things.
"Fang Yun, look for any medicines that are not among the trees, flowers, and birds, and write them down. We, the Jinshi of Jingguo, can just write ci. As long as the name of the ci contains medicine, the content can be written in any way, which is more convenient than writing poetry."
Fang Yun said: "Okay. I will talk about the ci tunes that contain drugs, listen carefully. Twelve Reds, Wang Jiangnan, Hong Niangzi, Sheng Wuyou, Douyehuang..."
Fang Yun recited a long list of ci tune names in one breath, and the Jinshi could remember them all at a glance.
After hearing only half of it, the Jinshi scholars of Jing State breathed a sigh of relief. There were more than a dozen ci forms, so they could just write one at random without making a fool of themselves.
A few people originally wanted to laugh at the joke of the people of Jing, but when Fang Yun opened his mouth and spoke a string of ci-style medicine names, those people were helpless.
"Fang Zhenguo, ah Fang Zhenguo, not only can you protect the country with your poetry, but you can also protect the country with your own strength!"
"Yes, the time for the literary gathering is limited. If it weren't for Fang Yun, it would take at least half a quarter of an hour for these Jinshi scholars from Jingguo to think of the names of the ci tunes. Now, we don't have the slightest advantage."
"Everyone has a quarter of an hour. Without Fang Yun, I really don't know what will happen to the Jinshi of Jingguo."
Fang Yun solved the problem of the Jinshi scholars of Jing State, and all of them quickly chose a ci form to write lyrics.
Fang Yun thought about it and chose the name of the ci tune "Wang Jiangnan". This ci tune is very common and relatively simple. In addition, he no longer had the desire to win. Fang Yun decided to write it himself.
Fang Yun had read almost all the famous poems and articles that the Jinshi of Shengyuan Continent had read, but many people had never read what Fang Yun had read. The huge amount of reading and the mastery of too many related theories of later generations were Fang Yun's huge advantages.
Soon, Fang Yun finished a poem "Wang Jiangnan" and folded it up, and put it in a red paper bag with the word "Jing" written on it. He wrote the words "Fang Yun" under the word "Jing" on the red paper bag and handed it to the waiter of the restaurant.
The waiter of the restaurant will turn around and go downstairs to deliver the red envelope to the writing desk on the first floor. Then the host will read it out and finally the scholars will evaluate it.
Fang Yun stood on the third floor and looked down with a smile. The higher the level of the literary gathering, the more different the evaluation methods were. It was quite interesting.
There were more than a thousand participants in the Ten-Country Literary Meeting, all of whom were Jinshi. No matter who evaluated the poems, it would cause dissatisfaction. Therefore, there was only one way to evaluate the poems, and that was sword sound evaluation. After each poem was read, if the Jinshi present thought it was good, they could make a sword sound. The more sword sounds responded, the better the poem.
Newly-appointed scholars who are not good at verbal sparring are not qualified for evaluation. Fang Yun and Yan Yukong are also not qualified for evaluation, even though both of them are extremely talented.
A quarter of an hour later, the bell rang, and many people had to write hurriedly and put it in the red paper bag of their own country.
This is not a place of academy, so talent cannot be displayed. Therefore, unless there is a dispute over the evaluation of poems, people will not be distinguished by talent.
Soon, more than two hundred red paper bags appeared on the desk.
Although there were over a thousand people participating in the literary gathering, not many of them were truly capable of competing for the prize, and most of the Jinshi scholars knew their own limitations.
"As usual, we'll read in the order of the Ten Kingdoms Tower. I'll start with Qiguo's masterpiece." The man said as he opened a red paper bag with the word "Qi" written on it. "The first one is Qiguo's Shangshe Jinshi Yang Tangzhi's poem "Autumn Thoughts."
"The autumn wind blows on the pillow and mat under the beautiful trees. I recall our travels together in Luyun and Kongshui. I sing a song in front of the mirror. I am a young man yesterday, but now I am white-haired!"
After reading this poem, there were sighs of emotion everywhere, and many people looked towards Fang Yun who was holding the railing on the third floor.
Qiao Juze whispered, "As expected of a top scholar in Qi State, Yang Tang participated in the Ten Nations Competition last year. Now is the turn of autumn and winter, and he is revisiting the old place today. It is poetic and picturesque. What's more, he said, 'Yesterday's youth is now gray-haired', which means he admits that he is old, and Fang Yun, Yan Yukong and other newcomers are better than the old ones. This kind of scene is rare, and he will make a big splash. I am afraid he will be ranked among the top three."
"The sound of swords." said the host.
Then the sound of swords of talent and energy rang out one after another, and in the end there were a total of 1,426 sounds, while there were only about 1,800 people in the audience who were engaged in verbal battles.
"Congratulations, Brother Yang!" Many people congratulated Yang Tang together.
"If this poem had been published a few years ago, it would have won first place in the literary competition!"
Yang Tang smiled slightly, not proud. As a senior Jinshi in a great country, he had received too many honors.
The host praised him briefly and opened the second red paper bag of Qiguo. This second person wrote a poem using "Wannianchun" as the title of the tune, winning more than 900 talented sword sounds. Although it could not be compared with Yang Tang, it was already a good work.
The host recited them one by one, and soon finished reciting the reference poems of Qi State, and began to recite those of Shu State, and continued reciting all the way.
The number of sword sounds in these poems varies greatly. Yang Tang's poem has the highest number, while the worst has only four hundred. The person who wrote the poem was not a Jinshi from Shangshe, but an ordinary Jinshi from the first level. He left in a huff after hearing the sword sounds.
Soon, the host finished reciting the poem of the scholar from Yueguo, and put his hand on the top of the red paper bag from Jingguo, and said with a smile: "This is the poem of Jingguo. I believe that everyone is looking forward to the work of someone from Jingguo, just like me. If anyone knows who I am talking about, please sound the sword."
All the scholars laughed, and a large number of sword sounds came one after another. In the end, the number exceeded 1,500, and then many scholars laughed.
Fang Yun also smiled, and then glanced at the host of Gu Kingdom as if inadvertently.
Everyone in Jing State was full of confidence in Fang Yun. Some of the Jinshi scholars in Jing State couldn't help but straighten their chests and raise their heads, believing that Fang Yun's poems could overwhelm the whole audience.
The host smiled and opened the first Jingguo red paper bag, which contained Qiao Juze's "Twelve Reds". After reading it, the sword sounded 800 times, which was above average. Qiao Juze was very satisfied.
The host then opened the second red paper bag, looked at the page and smiled, "The author of this poem, 'Looking at Jiangnan', is Tong Xingyan from Jingguo. Here is the full text."
"I am dreaming of a distant place. It is early winter in the south. The mountains and rivers are green in the distance..."
Fang Yun was stunned after hearing the three sentences. He also wrote "Wang Jiangnan", and nearly half of the words in these three sentences were the same as his own "Wang Jiangnan". These three sentences seemed like changes to his own lyrics.
Fang Yun frowned and listened to the entire poem. He found that it was 60% similar to the "Wang Jiangnan" he wrote. As for the artistic conception and emotion, they were 90% similar. He realized that something was wrong, but he couldn't be sure what was going on.
The host suddenly started to speed up. After reading Jing Guo's sixth poem, his eyes suddenly lit up. He picked up Jing Guo's red paper bag with Fang Yun's name on it and showed it to everyone.
"Everyone, we have finally waited for this. Please join me in witnessing the best poem of this literary gathering!"
Everyone's eyes were focused on Jing Guo's red paper bag, full of anticipation. No one thought of refutation of the sentence "the best poem in this literary gathering". In their hearts, they had already tacitly accepted that Fang Yun must be the winner of the literary gathering.
Several Gu State Shangshe Jinshi were also full of anticipation and smiling, but their smiles seemed to be mixed with something indescribable.
The host smiled as he opened the Jingguo red paper bag, put his fingers in, and the smile froze on his face.
"What's wrong?"
Thousands of Jinshi scholars had doubts in their eyes. This was not the time to joke. This was a literary gathering of ten countries. A qualified host would never play tricks on people at such a time. What's more, those were Fang Yun's poems, and not everyone was qualified to joke about them.
"What the hell!" an irritable scholar couldn't help but shout.
The host looked puzzled and said, "There is no poetry in it."
"What!" The whole audience was in uproar.
"If you don't believe me, I'll tear open the paper bag and show you!" the host said as he slowly tore open the paper bag and spread it out to show everyone that there was really nothing inside.
Qiao Juze said angrily, "I saw Fang Yun put his lyrics into a paper bag and handed it to the waiter. How could it be gone? Some people are really going too far. They are playing tricks at this literary gathering. If they don't want us Jing people to participate in the literary gathering, they can just say so directly. Why are they being so filthy!"
The host hurriedly said, "Brother Qiao, you misunderstood! Perhaps one of the servants knew that Fang Zhenguo's manuscript was precious and stole it first. The paper was stolen, but the poem is still there, so it will not affect this literary gathering. Don't you think so?"
Qiao Juze was stunned. What the host said was indeed correct. Not only was this possibility possible, but it was also very likely. After all, Fang Yun's literary reputation was so great, and there were so many people who wanted his handwritten poems.
The host then said, "Fang Zhenguo, since the paper has been stolen, but you have not forgotten the poem, why don't you recite it yourself so that we can listen to your masterpiece?"
Fang Yun looked at the host quietly, with no expression on his face. Until this moment, he finally understood the purpose of the Gu people. (To be continued...)