No one expected that Fang Yun’s poem “Bosuan Zi: Ode to the Plum Blossom” would actually trigger such a rare phenomenon.
"Could it be that spring comes from winter?"
The phenomenon of spring coming into being in winter is extremely unique, and is rarely triggered by poetry. Once triggered, it will inevitably occur at this time every year, year after year, without stopping. Generally, only the power of the holy word of the saints can trigger this phenomenon.
From then on, every late winter, the plum blossoms in the Plum Garden would bloom in large numbers ahead of schedule, attracting people from all over the capital to visit, and it became one of the famous scenic spots in the capital.
For scholars who hope to leave their names in history, this kind of vision is the most valuable, and they would rather exchange ten years of their life for it.
"Look, flowers are blooming on a dead tree." A young man pointed to a dead and dry plum tree.
"What!"
"Where?"
"Then this is not spring coming out of winter, but a further phenomenon of dead trees coming back to life!"
Many people stood up and walked over quickly to take a closer look. Sure enough, the plum tree was indeed dead and its roots had been dug out, but it was still growing flowers like a living plum tree.
"I... feel hot in my body!" said an old scholar.
"This is the power of spring bringing dead trees back to life. Old gentlemen, you are blessed! If anyone has a chronic disease, it will either disappear or be alleviated." Chen Hanlin said loudly with a smile.
"I heard that the spring coming back to life is the power of a dead tree!"
"No wonder even the Minister of Literature is so surprised."
"Haha, Fang Zhenguo, well done! The alleviation of the chronic disease is enough for us old guys to live one or two more years. If anyone makes a breakthrough, it will be equivalent to extending our lifespan by several decades."
Suddenly, a kind-looking old man appeared in the corner of the plum garden. The old man looked ordinary and no one paid attention to him. But Chen Hanlin, who was standing in the pavilion, noticed the old man and his face changed. He was about to speak, but the old man waved his hand, and Chen Hanlin quickly shut up and turned to look elsewhere.
Several people noticed something was wrong with Chen Hanlin and looked in the direction Chen Hanlin had looked before, but it was empty.
"It's nice to see dead trees coming back to life in spring, but it's not as good as this poem! Although I'm a member of the Snow Party, I really want to thank the Minister of Literature. It's all thanks to him that he forced Fang Zhenguo to become a member of the Plum Party, so that he could write such a good poem. Fang Zhenguo's line 'I have no intention of struggling for spring, I just let the flowers be jealous' explains everything. He originally wanted to be a member of the Snow Party quietly, and had no intention of being a member of the Plum Party struggling for spring!"
"You are misrepresenting the meaning of the article! How can the Snow Party understand the Plum Poem? It clearly means that Fang Wenhou had no intention of fighting with certain noble families, but it ended up arousing their jealousy and hatred!"
"Don't argue. I think the last two sentences are better. The first two sentences are lonely, the next two sentences are sad, and the last two sentences are jealous. 'Fallen into mud and crushed into dust' is extremely miserable, and then the meaning is sublimated, and the fragrance remains. The plum blossoms are still fragrant! No matter how the enemy attacks, even if the Moon Tree God Punishment comes, it can only kill Fang Yun's body, but cannot hurt Fang Yun's name!"
"Winter plum blossoms are proud of the cold. Just like Fang Zhenguo fighting against the scum of the human race alone, even if he fails, his fragrance will still be the same."
"No wonder he nicknamed him Mad King. 'Not interested in struggling for spring, just letting the flowers be jealous'. Apart from Fang Zhenguo, who else in the world can say this? Who dares to say this! This poem has already ranked first on the list of literary works, surpassing the scholars of ten countries!"
"Someone on the discussion list has already appreciated this poem. Those who originally believed that Fang Yun couldn't write a good poem have all shut up and are full of praise."
"Duan Yaohai, one of the Eight Talents, published an article on the discussion board, saying that this poem is the best poem in the world about plum blossoms. No one before him could match it, and it will be difficult for future generations to catch up!"
"Congratulations!" Qiao Juze and other top scholars who were standing nearby congratulated Fang Yun together.
Fang Yun smiled and returned the gift. When he was imprisoned, the wives and concubines of these upper-level Jinshi had been helping Yuhuan.
Qiao Juze sighed, "A few months ago, I thought that there was not much difference between me and Fang Yun, but today I found that there is a gap of ten Ji Zhibai between me and Fang Yun!"
Many Jinshi nodded.
Fang Yun nodded and said seriously: "Oh, it seems that there is not much difference between you and me."
Everyone was stunned.
"Puff..." Zhao Hongzhuang was drinking tea, but she spat out all the tea in her mouth, splashing Ao Huang's face. Then she coughed and laughed. Yang Yuhuan smiled and gently massaged Zhao Hongzhuang's back.
Ao Huang looked at Zhao Hongzhuang aggrievedly. He wanted to laugh, but ended up getting splashed with tea in his face.
Nunu pointed at Ao Huang's face and laughed.
Afterwards, the sound of tea spraying was heard continuously, and many people clapped their hands and laughed. These words really slandered Ji Zhibai.
Qiao Juze pointed at Fang Yun and said to everyone with a smile: "Look at this Fang Tiezui. If he doesn't open his mouth, it's fine. But once he opens his mouth, he can ruin people's reputation. Anyone who offends him will be in big trouble!"
"Fang Yun's level of editing is no less than his poetry. This reminds me of his saying 'The eyes are on the buttocks, and they only recognize clothes and not people'. He is really not to be trifled with!"
"From now on, if you say that you are a few Ji Zhibai away from someone, it will be an insult."
"If Ji Zhibai heard what Fang Yun said, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood."
There was constant laughter in the plum garden.
Fang Yun continued to look at the discussion board, and someone actually posted his previous rebuttal to Ji Zhibai and his previous joke. A large number of scholars praised his previous words for being very reasonable, and many people said that they laughed out loud after reading what Fang Yun had just said.
Chen Hanlin in the pavilion smiled and said, "I must write this down. There will be something interesting to talk about at the Xuemei Literary Gathering next year."
Everyone smiled knowingly.
The Snow and Plum Blossoms List remained unchanged for a long time. This was because the scholars showed respect for Fang Yun and did not offer any poems. After a full quarter of an hour, people from all over the ten countries began to write poems and compose fu in praise of the snow and plum blossoms.
In the Plum Garden, Chen Hanlin looked at the Minister of Literature Jiang Hechuan and said, "Mr. Minister of Literature, since you asked Fang Yun to compose a poem about plum blossoms, how about you give a brief commentary on this "Bosuanzi"?"
Jiang Hechuan nodded and said, "It has withstood the wind and frost without getting discouraged, it is the first among all flowers without being arrogant, it has fallen into the mud without being sad, it only leaves its fragrance, it has bones and heart, what a good poem! This year, the plum party wins!"
After Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, he stood up and walked out slowly.
Everyone immediately stood up to see him off.
Fang Yun didn't want Yang Yuhuan to stay up late, so he followed the Minister of Literature. Ao Huang had finally participated in a literary gathering and was reluctant to leave, but he still followed Fang Yun obediently.
"Alas, Fang Yun is so cunning that he doesn't give me the chance to surpass him! If I recite a poem about plum blossoms, I will definitely be on the list!" Ao Huang sighed while shaking his head.
Fang Yun smiled and said, "We haven't left the plum garden yet, so you can recite a plum poem right here!"
"Ah? You really want me to chant a poem? Then I won't hold back!"
"You're welcome." Fang Yun stopped and said.
Jiang Hechuan also stopped and looked at Ao Huang with a smile, wanting to see what good poem this little real dragon could write.
The scholars around looked at Ao Huang curiously. There were indeed some people with outstanding literary talent in the Dragon Clan, but they were only a minority.
Ao Huang pondered for a moment. He looked around the plum garden in a pretentious manner, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He looked up and shouted, "I've thought of it! One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces, fly into the mud and disappear! How about it, is it good? Do you have the domineering power of the dragon clan? Can you write a poem that will be passed down to the world? Even a national guardian will be fine!"
Everyone was stunned.
Nunu was stunned, his eyes wide open, completely frightened by Ao Huang's doggerel. His little look seemed to be saying: This is also called a poem
Finally, Zhao Hongzhuang couldn't help herself and giggled, covering her mouth.
Yang Yuhuan also lowered her head and smiled with her lips pursed. Su Xiaoxiao's shoulders trembled slightly, and she covered her mouth and laughed continuously.
Many scholars could not help laughing. It was okay to treat this poem as a game, after all, it was interesting. However, it was unprecedented for someone as shameless as Ao Huang to spread it throughout the world and protect the country.
Fang Yun laughed and scolded: "This poem is good for a six-year-old child to learn numbers as a nursery rhyme, but how can it protect the country? Come home with me quickly. Don't embarrass yourself here."
"Are you jealous of my talent? Just wait, I will pay people to praise this poem. Then I will say it was written by you. Future generations will surely regard it as a good poem!" Ao Huang snorted.
"You have learned your lesson!" Fang Yun smiled and left with Wen Xiang.
After getting on the Eighteen-dragon carriage of Wen Xiang, Fang Yun sat with Wen Xiang. The others sat opposite. Wen Xiang waved his hand and the curtain in the middle was drawn, separating the two sides.
Fang Yun looked sideways at Jiang Hechuan.
Jiang Hechuan had white hair scattered behind him, long white eyebrows, a ruddy complexion, and deep eyes, as if the starry sky was hidden inside.
"You are quite eloquent. You have refuted Ji Zhibai and left him speechless."
"The benefits of the tongue are not worth mentioning." Fang Yun said modestly.
"But you see one thing very clearly. I came to the Xuemei Literary Club to appease people's hearts."
“The students can tell.”
Jiang Hechuan smiled slightly and said, "However, I didn't expect you to compare me with the Mathematical Saint Liu Hui. You spoke so passionately at that time that even I didn't expect myself to be so great."
Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "It's fine as long as the logic is correct. As for bringing up Liu Sheng, it's just a way of debating, a trivial trick."
"Your mind is different from that of ordinary people. Even I find it difficult to forcefully link this matter to Liu Sheng. I was afraid that you would be too bookish when you were the acting county magistrate. Now that I see that your debate skills are no less than those of famous masters, I know that you are well versed in the art of adaptability and have a high ability to respond to situations. I am relieved."
"Students will try their best to govern a county."
Jiang Hechuan nodded, and suddenly sighed softly, saying: "Everyone just commented on your "Bosuanzi? Ode to Plum Blossoms", but no one hit the key point. They all thought that the sentence 'Fallen into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same' was already in the past, but I saw that you have already made up your mind to fight with the miscellaneous schools for the holy way, and even more determined to protect Jingguo! Even if you fall to the ground and are crushed into dust, you must promote your own ideas. Your plum fragrance is your holy way!"
Fang Yun was shocked. He was not clearly aware of this when he chose this poem. But after hearing what Jiang Hechuan said, he realized that in his subconscious, he was the same as Lu You back then. Even if he was ostracized by the ministers and abandoned by the court, he still firmly chose to be the advocate of war!
I have no regrets even if I die, I just want to leave my fragrance behind.
Fang Yun nodded slightly, agreeing with Jiang Hechuan's statement. He admired these old scholars more and more. Although they had certain limitations of the times, they had reached heights that ordinary people could hardly reach in many aspects.
Jiang Hechuan said slowly: "Wen Ying went to the ancient land of Huangcheng for training, and I don't know how long it will take for him to return. Jingguo is full of talents, but the only one who can really fight against Zuo Xiang is me. If I make a mistake, Zuo Xiang will surely be in power again. You are a potential dragon in the world, but you are too young after all. What you need now is accumulation, not fighting with Zuo Xiang." (To be continued...)