"Excellent. In just ten days, 30,000 out of 50,000 copies were sold, and the rest were handed over to Xuanting Bookstore for sale. In a few days, The West Chamber will be released in the ten countries. According to the estimation of Manager Tang, the monthly book sales can reach 500,000." Fang Yun said.
"From now on I can call you Little Rich Man. Come, I'll tell you and you'll remember." Li Wenying said
Fang Yun picked up the pen and paper on the table and waited for Li Wenying to recite a poem.
"All the trees are frozen and about to break, only the lone root remains warm.
In the deep snow in the village ahead, a few branches blossomed last night.
The wind carries the faint fragrance, and birds peek at the beautiful white flower coming.
Next year, if the law is followed, Wangchun Terrace will be the first to be launched."
It was a long time after Li Wenying finished reading that Fang Yun finished writing the poem "Early Plum Blossom", but his expression was a little strange.
This poem first describes the environment of early plum blossoms, then the blooming of early plum blossoms, then the fragrance and beauty of the flowers that attract birds, and finally the poem expresses the poet's message to the plum blossoms and his desire to go to "Wangchuntai", which is the capital city.
Fang Yun thought of the court dispute last year and guessed that Li Wenying wanted to go to the capital to meet the Left Prime Minister at that time. However, Jiangzhou has the Yangtze River and Qing Kingdom in the south, the East China Sea in the east, and the Demon Mountain in the west, which is of vital importance. Only he is the most suitable person to be in charge here.
"Your Excellency has great talent!" Fang Yun exclaimed in admiration.
Li Wenying didn't care about Fang Yun's compliments. Instead, he looked at Fang Yun's calligraphy and said in surprise, "You wrote 'Spring Dawn' like a dog crawling, 'The Pillow Book' is still bad, and 'Praise of the Humble House' is upright and upright, but it can only be said to be mediocre. But your calligraphy today has a hint of the style of a master. Not bad, I wish your calligraphy can reach the realm of 'blossoming under the pen' soon."
"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Fang Yun felt much more relieved. This meant that in future exams, no one would be able to criticize his handwriting. All his hard work for many days had not been in vain.
"Go eat, and come back to me when you find something that can be changed."
"Students please leave."
Fang Yun took the page of paper and walked towards the cafeteria, thinking about how to revise the poem as he walked.
After entering the cafeteria, Fang Yun saw that Li Yuncong and others had already finished half of their meal and were about to go to get food, but with the poem page in his hand, he walked over and put the poem page on the chair next to Lu Yu.
"You guys keep an eye on it for me, I'm going to get some food." Fang Yun said and left.
Lu Yu, who was standing by, picked up the poem page and looked at it. He said, "This Fang Yun is really amazing. We haven't even finished our meal yet, and he has already composed a poem. I'll read it to you."
After Lu Yu finished reading, the other four people nodded.
"Although the timing is wrong, it should be that he wanted to write it last year but didn't write it. He just suddenly had an idea and wrote it."
"This first sentence is wonderful, describing the cruelty of the weather and the pride of the plum tree."
"The third sentence is also good, with neat parallelism and vivid sound."
"The last sentence is very interesting. When he comes back, I'll ask him if he has his heart set on the capital."
"It's a pity that this poem is so untalented. It probably needs some changes."
"He's not a saint. It's impossible for him to do every poem so well. It's just a pity."
While they were talking, a scholar passed by, took a quick look, and then walked away to a dining table in the distance where Liu Zicheng's brother-in-law Zhuang Wei was sitting.
"How is it going, has Fang Yun written a new poem?" Zhuang Wei asked.
"Yes, I read it. There is no talent at all. The poem is not bad, but there must be some major problems in some places, which makes the talent not obvious. The words are also his handwriting, no doubt."
"Let's go and take a look. As long as there is no talent, everything you say is reasonable! This time the poem has no talent. If you don't attack him, even if he can write a better article than "Humble House", it will not shake my literary courage! You go get the pen and ink, and see how I "destroy the poem"!"
So several scholars walked together to where the group of five were. When they arrived at the table, Zhuang Wei took a closer look and found that there was indeed no talent. When he saw that it was Fang Yun's handwriting, a smile appeared on his face.
At this time, someone handed over a wooden tray with pen and ink on it.
Zhuang Wei snatched the page of poetry from Lu Yu and put it on the table.
The five people in Class One stared at the scholar in a daze, unable to understand why he was crazy and why he was snatching Fang Yun's poetry pages.
Fang Yun just turned around with the food in his hand and saw Zhuang Wei about to write on the plate. He hurriedly stopped him and said, "Zhuang Wei, what are you doing!"
Zhuang Wei laughed loudly and said, "Your poem is completely meaningless and full of loopholes. I really can't bear to read it any more. The biggest mistake in your poem is that it doesn't fit the scene. It's clearly summer now, but you wrote about winter, which is a big taboo. And the first sentence 'All the trees are frozen and about to break', I've heard that some trees were broken by strong winds, and some were cut down by people, but I've never heard of trees being broken by freezing. This sentence should be deleted!"
After Zhuang Wei finished speaking, he drew a thick horizontal line of ink on "All the trees are frozen and about to break" with a stroke of his brush, and the line of words could no longer be seen clearly.
When Fang Yun saw that his words had been erased, he was furious and said, "Apologize immediately and leave here. You can't change this poem!"
Zhuang Wei smiled and said, "We are both students of the State Academy of Literature. It is natural for a Juren to revise a poem for a Tongsheng. Why can't I do the same? You think too highly of yourself."
Fang Yun didn't expect that a scholar would actually use such means. If both parties were familiar with each other, it would be normal for a scholar to help a student revise his poems or even judge them. However, Zhuang Wei obviously came with malicious intent, simply because his invitation was rejected yesterday.
Fang Yun's expression turned cold, and he said, "Zhuang Wei, stop now. I will think that you are doing this for your brother-in-law, and I can forgive you after you apologize. But if you dare to say a word again, you will be in trouble. Don't blame me for not reminding you!"
Zhuang Wei smiled and said, "I don't need you to remind me. And the second sentence, 'Gu Gen Nuan Hui Du Hui', the words 'Gu' and 'Du' have similar meanings, and it's not appropriate to have them in the same sentence, cross it out!" After saying that, he waved his brush to cover up Fang Yun's handwriting.
Li Yuncong said, "Fang Yun, don't be impulsive. This is destroying poetry. It is a common method used between poor families and the gentry. It is still a literary competition. If you curse or fight, you will lose."
Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "Since he still won't listen after I warned him, let him continue to destroy it!"
At this time, several people from the Lishan Society came over. The head of the society, Ye Feng, said angrily, "Zhuang Wei, take your dirty hands away! As a scholar, you are avenging the student for your personal grudge. How can you be so shameless? The scholar slandered the student's poem. How dare you do that!"
"Destroying poetry is a literary skill. He is a student of the Holy Emperor, and his status is higher than that of ordinary scholars. How can he be bullying the weak? Brother Ye, you worry too much."
Zhuang Wei wanted to destroy the poem, but Ye Feng said coldly, "If you dare to make another move, I will stop you with my sword even if I have to take the punishment!"
Zhuang Wei's expression changed and the people around him immediately blocked him.
Fang Yun said, "Brother Ye, thank you for your kindness, but I like to watch the fun, so don't worry about it. I want to see to what extent he dares to destroy this poem! If he doesn't destroy it well, I won't be happy!"
"Fang Yun you..."
Fang Yun said: "Brother Ye, just wait. I don't believe Zhuang Wei dares to destroy the whole poem!"
During the dispute, all the people in the cafeteria came over, and a few lecturers were even smiling. In their view, this was competition and motivation, and as long as it did not hurt others or Wen Gong, they would not stop it.
A lecturer whispered, "I would like to stop it, but it would be a bad example. But it's good for Fang Yun to suffer a setback. I believe he will get through this difficult time. Maybe in two or three years he can avenge his previous shame."
"It's a good thing for him to know shame and then be brave."
"But Fang Yun seems very calm. Could he have some tricks up his sleeve?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Zhuang Wei had planned this for a long time, how could he make a mistake? That poem is indeed untalented."
The other lecturers nodded in unison, all believing that this was a good opportunity to hone Fang Yun's abilities.
The people nearby had different expressions. Some were obviously waiting to see a good show, a few were looking forward to Fang Yun's reputation as a poet being frustrated, but most of them sympathized with Fang Yun. After all, even if a scholar wrote poems for a year, he might not be able to produce many talented poems, and most of them would be very ordinary poems.
Zhuang Wei was hesitant at first, but when he heard Fang Yun's contempt, he said again: "The village ahead is in the deep snow? It's totally unpoetic, so white that it can't be any whiter. Even a three-year-old could write it. Ruin it!"
A sarcastic smile involuntarily appeared on Fang Yun's lips. He didn't expect that things would become even more interesting.
Zhuang Wei continued to criticize the poems one after another. When he had finished criticizing all of them, he finally put a big “x” on the page of poems and said, “As a top-ranked student in front of the sage, you actually wrote such a poem. It is simply an insult to the sage!”
Many people were angered by Zhuang Wei, but since Fang Yun didn't say anything, they didn't know what to say and could only look at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun smiled slightly and asked, "Have you finished destroying the great talent Zhuang? Do you want to destroy another half hour?"
"You are calm. I just want to tell you that you should forgive others when you can. Even if Liu Zicheng is not a good person, he is still a famous scholar. You didn't even give him a chance to correct his mistakes. That's really too much. Remember this lesson and forget about what happened yesterday."
Fang Yun nodded, walked forward and placed the wooden tray on the table, then picked up the poetry pages, folded them, put them in his clothes pocket, and ate slowly.
Everyone was puzzled. They thought there would be follow-up to Fang Yun’s harsh words, but he actually got eaten.
Zhuang Wei saw Fang Yun didn't say anything and turned to leave, but he was thinking in his heart: "Zicheng and Zizhi have a deep brotherly love. If Zizhi knew about this, he would definitely be closer to me. Humph, I didn't want to ruin the poem, I just wanted to be a good person, but you didn't know how to appreciate it. You can't blame me for this."
Zhuang Wei felt proud and walked outside. After a few steps, he heard Fang Yun's voice.
"Brother Zhuang, please stay. I just forgot to tell you something." Fang Yun said.
"What do you want to say?" Zhuang Wei turned around, thinking that Fang Yun was going to give in.
"Nothing. I just thought that after school at noon, Master Yuanjun asked me to go to his Mingjing Hall and recite a poem. He asked me to help him revise it, so I wrote it down. I never thought that you would ruin it. I have forgotten all the lines of the poem. I will go to Mingjing Hall again after lunch."
Before Fang Yun could finish his words, Zhuang Wei's face turned pale, sweat poured down his face, and he could barely stand.
All those who were angry for Fang Yun before started laughing, and the two young men, Lu Yu and Ning Zhiyuan, even slammed their tables and laughed.
"Hahaha... this... this idiot scholar, he actually cursed Jianmei Gong with a poem that even a three-year-old could write!"
"Fang Yun, you are so mean, why didn't you say it earlier? Hahaha..."
The lecturers looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that Fang Yun really had a backup plan, and this backup plan was extremely ruthless.
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