"Our family is brave." Fang Yun said, narrowing his eyes and glaring at Ao Huang, because Ao Huang was eager to try and collect other treasures in the palace.
Ao Huang sighed helplessly and ate his meal obediently.
All other tables were normal, except for the table where Ao Huang was seated, where there was a constant stream of palace servants, queuing up to serve food and collect empty plates.
While others ate with chopsticks, Ao Huang just opened his mouth and sucked. At least one dish, or as many as two or three dishes, flew into his mouth, and he could actually taste the flavors.
Fang Yun knew that this was Ao Huang's more polite way of eating. The first time Ao Huang ate at Fang Yun's house, he held the plate and poured the food into his mouth, because he was afraid of accidentally sucking up all the food on the table.
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Fang Yun was chatting with everyone when he suddenly heard the little prince call out softly and he turned around hurriedly.
Then Nunu came towards him with a fruit plate on his head. The young prince was surprised and the queen mother was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
Nunu jumped onto Fang Yun's legs, holding the plate, and wanted to give the exotic fruit to Fang Yun as if he was offering a treasure.
It doesn't matter how much the little fox eats, but as a virtual saint, Fang Yun can't just eat it.
The Queen Mother smiled and said, "Those fruits are gifts from me. Since they are given to you, my dear Fang, you can eat them."
"Thank you, Queen Mother." Fang Yun had no choice but to thank the Queen Mother and looked at Nu Nu helplessly.
The little fox didn't feel embarrassed at all. He pushed the fruit plate towards Fang Yun with a smug look on his face.
Fang Yun knew that the little fox was kind to him, so he picked two fruits, patted its head, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Nunu, but you are not allowed to ask for things from others casually in the future. Go give some to Yuhuan to try."
"Oh!" The little fox immediately went to present treasures to Yang Yuhuan.
Ao Huang was sitting next to Yang Yuhuan. When he saw the fruit, he wanted to eat it too, but Nu Nu glared at him. He dejectedly continued to eat the vegetables.
"Hmph, this dragon has eaten everything. But I won't give you any even when we get to the Dragon Palace." Ao Huang said angrily.
"Alas, other people's spirit beasts."
"Look at Prince Huang. He is also someone else's private soldier."
"By the way... Fang Xusheng, since you have a city in the Shihan Ancient Land and the Confucius Ancient Land, you can lead your private soldiers to participate in the 'Battle of Life and Death' in the Shihan Ancient Land. If you can win the position of 'King of Shihan', it will be of vital importance to our human race." Chen Jing said.
He Ludong's eyes lit up and he said, "Yes! The Ten Cold Ancient Land is controlled by the human race, the Blood Demon Barbarians, the Star Demon Barbarians and the Ice Clan. Every three hundred years, the Ten Cold Ancient Land will experience a rare 'Ancient Land Birth and Death'. Except for the 'Ice Emperor Palace' left by the Ancient Demon Clan, all things will be destroyed. As long as you win the title of the Ten Cold King during the process of the Ancient Land's Birth and Death, you can not only watch the birth and death of heaven and earth and the birth of all things. You can even obtain a real Ancient Land Origin City after the Ancient Land is reborn."
"Every three hundred years, ten Ten Cold Kings are born. In the last three hundred years, the Yan Zi family was the only one in the human race to have obtained the Ten Cold King. The other nine Ten Cold Kings were divided up by the Blood Demon Barbarians, Star Demon Barbarians, and the Ice Clan. The reason why the Yan Zi family can give you a city in the Ten Cold Ancient Land is because the Yan Zi family's status in the Ten Cold Ancient Land has surpassed that of other families in the past three hundred years."
"I know a little bit." Fang Yun nodded.
"The three hundred years will soon be up, and a new war of life and death is about to begin. You may have the opportunity to participate."
Fang Yun asked: "I heard that after becoming the King of Shihan, you will gain great power in the Shihan Ancient Land?"
"Of course. Although the power of the Ten Cold Kings is only effective in the Ten Cold Ancient Land, they are immeasurable, especially when they are in Origin City. Even the Saints cannot kill them. If you can become one of the Ten Cold Kings, the status of the Fang family will rise rapidly in the future. If a precious and rare item is born in the new ancient land and belongs to your Origin City, then you will at least create a powerful family that will last for a thousand years."
"A wealthy family? Perhaps it won't take decades. If Fang Xusheng becomes Fang Bansheng, it will take thousands of years to create a noble family!"
"Yeah… "
Fang Yun had some knowledge of the Shihan Ancient Land. The Shihan Ancient Land was first discovered by the Wenwang family. Finally, they joined forces with other sub-sage families to gain a foothold. Fortunately, the Ten Han monarchs in the three ancient lands were human, which was a great help to the human race.
For example, "Cold Ink" is made from the charcoal of the rare "hundred-year-old cold wood" in the Ten Cold Ancient Land. Cold ink is a sharp weapon for fighting against monsters and barbarians, but because of its strong power, it is only suitable for university scholars or great scholars.
Once written with cold ink, as long as the battle poems can involve the power of water or ice, the power will not only increase, but will also form a terrible freezing force that can trap the Demon King and frostbite the Great Demon King.
There are numerous powerful divine objects in each ancient land. Without the help of these divine objects, the human race would be completely unable to compete with the monsters and barbarians in the ancient lands, and would also find it difficult to win in the usual offensive and defensive battles between the two worlds mountains.
After talking about the ancient land of Shihan, the scholars discussed the ancient land of Confucius and even secrets from all walks of life. Some of them were things Fang Yun had never heard of before and he listened with great interest.
At midnight, the literary gathering ended, and the championship naturally fell to Fang Yun.
"Please invite Fang Yun Fang Xusheng to receive the prize for winning the first prize of this literary gathering!" Minister Sai, who was presiding over the Early Spring Literary Gathering, smiled and held up a tray covered with a red cloth.
Amid the cheers of the crowd, Fang Yun stepped forward and lifted the red cloth, revealing a brand new juren's literary treasure, the "Canglang Pen", which sealed the power of the juren's war poem "Canglang Xing".
Fang Yun picked up the Canglang pen, bowed to everyone, and said: "Yun is just a scholar. Even if he becomes a saint, he will not forget his original intention. This thing is useless to me, but if it is given to a scholar, it may play a greater role. I want to auction this Wenbao pen on the spot, with 30,000 taels of silver as the reserve price. In the end, the highest bidder will win. I wonder who is willing to donate generously?"
Everyone didn't know what Fang Yun was up to, but no matter what Fang Yun did, the wealthy and powerful families present were willing to support him. Not only could they establish a good relationship with Fang Yun, but this lucky pen that should have belonged to Fang Yun also had a very high collection value.
If Fang Yun is canonized in the future, this pen can even become a family heirloom of a wealthy family!
This cultural treasure was originally worth at most 50,000 taels of silver, but after Fang Yun finished speaking, a wealthy family head said, "The Li family will offer 100,000 taels of silver!"
When some ordinary nobles heard the price, they shook their heads. The prominent families could not afford one hundred thousand taels of silver. The famous families could afford it, but it would be a huge loss. Only the wealthy and the aristocratic families could easily come up with one hundred thousand taels of silver.
"One hundred and ten thousand!"
"The Zhou family offers 150,000!"
"One hundred and sixty thousand!"
"One hundred and seventy thousand!"
Many people started bidding.
Chen Jing, who was eating at the same table with Fang Yun, raised his hand and said, "180,000 yuan, my private savings, I can't have any more."
The words of the grandson of the head of the Chen Sheng family caused a burst of laughter.
"The Wang family offers two hundred thousand!"
After the price reached 200,000, the bidding began to decrease, and after 300,000, it became even sparser.
A noble family can easily come up with three hundred thousand or even three million, but this pen is not worth three hundred thousand silver taels for the noble family to buy.
This pen is worthy of being collected by a wealthy family, but the price of three hundred thousand taels of silver is a bit high for a wealthy family, so fewer and fewer people participated in the auction.
Finally, this Wenbao pen was bought by a wealthy family for 380,000 taels of silver.
After the auction was completed, Fang Yuncai explained his intention. (To be continued...)