The three-foot-six-inch orange talent suspended above is the poem of Mingzhou.
Ao Huang was not a perceptive dragon. When he heard that there were few applause and even no comments, he became very angry.
"How come such a good poem has not been praised? The artistic conception is so beautiful! 'Spring is the best time of the year, far better than the willows and mist all over the imperial capital' is very clear. Now is the best time of spring, better than the willows and mist all over the imperial capital. How wonderful! Have your eyes been blinded by the spring rain?"
Fang Yun gave Ao Huang a look. Ao Huang was stunned. His two big dragon eyes turned, and he realized that the atmosphere was not right. He sat cross-legged on the chair obediently and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.
Su Xiaoxiao dipped her hand in clean water and wrote the word "Liu" on the table.
Ao Huang suddenly realized and said happily: "Fang Yun is really amazing. I didn't expect this poem to contain a hidden meaning. Good! Even better!"
Zuo Xiang's party was secretly proud just now, relying on the military mobilization to completely gain the military power of Ning'an County and further restrict Fang Yun. But unexpectedly, Fang Yun fought back with poetry, which made them lose face.
The key point is that the counterattack was too quick. Many people analyzed this poem from another angle and found it extremely sharp.
"The rain in the streets is as soft as butter" obviously refers to the change in the weather in the capital, and "the grass looks green from a distance but not near", in connection with the following text, is an allusion to the fact that the left prime minister's party seems strong, but in fact the situation is over, strong on the outside but weak on the inside. The last two sentences are writing that the best time for Jingguo in recent years is now, better than the time when the left prime minister Liushan was all-powerful.
If this poem had appeared last spring, no one would have had this association, but now that it has been published, everyone can't help but imagine it.
The Left Prime Minister Liu Shan was over fifty years old. He was dressed in a blue university scholar robe and sat quietly on a mahogany chair. Next to him was the Minister of Literature Jiang Hechuan.
Compared with six months ago, Liu Shan was thinner, with a little graying at the temples, but he looked more vigorous, his eyes the same as before. Like a lake or an ocean, it seemed to contain strange power, like an ancient city that had been washed away by time and stood on the earth.
But if you look more closely, Liu Shan is just an ordinary old man. All his strength seems to have dissipated, but the light in the depths of his eyes is brighter than the stars.
Many people noticed Liu Shan's expression, so they secretly observed Fang Yun's expression, wanting to know whether he was intentionally alluding to Liu Shan or it was unintentional.
Fang Yun seemed to know nothing. After finishing writing, he bowed to the Queen Mother and the King and was about to leave. The King said in a childish voice, "My dear Fang, you are very good!"
Fang Yun was stunned. This tone was obviously imitating the Queen Mother. So he smiled gently, looked at the young prince sitting next to the Queen Mother, and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Your Majesty."
"Yeah! Yeah!" The chubby little prince smiled with joy and nodded vigorously.
The Queen Mother gently stroked the young prince's back.
Fang Yun couldn't see the Queen Mother's face behind the veil, but he could feel the warmth in her eyes.
It was not until Fang Yun walked down the white marble steps and returned to his seat that the literary gathering returned to normal. Many people praised loudly.
However, people at certain tables remained silent.
Ji Zhibai sighed heavily, said nothing, and drank in silence with his head down.
He Ludong smiled and asked, "Fang Huiyuan, did you write this poem to fight back because you were being pushed too hard, or did you plan it for many days?"
Fang Yun smiled calmly, raised his glass and said, "Come on. I'll toast to everyone."
After drinking it all, no one asked the question again.
Fang Yun picked up a piece of chicken with chopsticks and was about to eat it when he saw a white shadow flash by and Nunu jumped onto his lap.
Fang Yun handed the chicken to the little fox, but the greedy little fox shook its head and said it didn't want to eat it. Fang Yun didn't force it to eat it, but put the chicken into its mouth, closed its mouth, and chewed it slowly without making any sound.
Fang Yun was just about to continue eating when Nunu stood up with a smile and put his two little front paws on him.
"What's wrong?" Fang Yun asked in a low voice.
Nunu pointed towards the Fengtian Hall.
"Where do you want to go?" Fang Yun asked.
Nunu smiled and nodded.
"Not now, I'll take you there when I have the chance." Fang Yun stroked Nunu's little head and continued chatting with others.
Nunu reluctantly crawled on Fang Yun's legs.
Fang Yun presented a unique poem to the literary gathering, which was immediately listed on the list of literary awards, just like a basin of cold water, extinguishing the delusion of a few people that literature could suppress the saints. Fang Yun dared to rebuke the left prime minister's party with poetry, and if they ran into him head-on, they would surely be crushed to pieces.
However, writers from other countries tried very hard and still wanted to surpass Fang Yun's masterpiece at the early spring literary conference.
The Early Spring Literary Association will not set up a competitive literary list like the Snow Plum Literary Association. They will share the ordinary "Ding List", but the competition will be more intense because all the recent excellent articles or poems are accumulated on the Ding List.
In the past few months, Fang Yun's poems and essays were still high on the list. Even if their ranking would drop over time, it would last for a long time.
The poem "Viewing the Water in Quan Garden" written by Jinshi during the Spring Hunt ranked at the top, and together with the new poem "Early Spring Drizzle", there were only three places on the Ding list that other literati could compete for.
Great scholars would not compete for literary fame at this time, but the Grand Secretaries on the B list and the Hanlin scholars on the C list were competing fiercely.
These people were secretly thankful that they were not fighting on the same list with Fang Yun.
One after another, scholars went to the high platform to write their own poems. If their talent was more than one foot long and could reach the county level, they would be evaluated by the Hanlin Academy. If their talent was more than two feet long and could reach the government office, they would be evaluated by the Grand Secretary.
Those who are truly talented did not compete for literary fame in this literary gathering. After all, Xusheng Fang Yun was the first to present his poems, and there is no first in literature. One should be humble when necessary. Not to mention that competing with Fang Xusheng for literary fame would be disliked by colleagues, the key is whether or not one can preserve one's literary reputation.
When they were almost done eating, Fang Yun put Nunu on a chair and led the other twenty-nine people to toast the people at the nearby tables. Finally, they toasted everyone together with their tongues thundering.
When he returned to his seat, Fang Yun found something wrong and felt like something was missing.
"Where's Nunu?"
Fang Yun first looked towards where Yang Yuhuan, Ao Huang and others were, but Ao Huang stretched out his dragon claws and pointed at the Fengtian Palace, then looked as if he had a headache.
Fang Yun looked and saw Nunu standing in front of the dragon throne like a normal human being, with his two furry little front paws clasped together, bowing to the empress dowager in a proper manner.
The little prince giggled, full of curiosity.
The Queen Mother liked Nunu very much and beckoned it over.
Nunu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pointed to a fruit plate on the table in front of the Queen Mother, and then pointed to the side of the Queen Mother. The fruit plate was filled with rare royal fruits, which were not on the tables of the other guests.
The young king didn't expect the little fox to come and ask for food, and he laughed so hard that he was out of breath.
Fang Yun rolled his eyes. Nu Nu had made it very clear that if she wasn’t given something delicious, she wouldn’t go near the Queen Mother and wouldn’t let the Queen Mother touch her.
The scholars standing by also looked over.
Qiao Juze whispered, "I can tell at first glance that it's from Fang Yun's family!"
The Queen Mother burst out laughing, picked up a pink, crystal-clear exotic fruit and handed it to Nunu.
Nunu hesitated again and turned to look at Fang Yun. Fang Yun was helpless, then pretended to be disgusted and waved his hand to signal it to eat quickly.
Nunu quickly bit the fruit with his mouth, then began to eat happily. The queen mother took Nunu onto her lap. The little fox struggled symbolically for a few times, then pointed to another kind of fruit.
"I can't control it." Fang Yun shook his head, turned around and sat down, not looking at Nunu.
"If we are not from the same family, we will not enter the same door. If your family is bold, the dragon and the fox will also be bold!" Qiao Juze teased. (To be continued...)