The Minister of Literature of Qing stood up and said, "The poems and essays of Saint Fang Xu are worth far more than a thousand gold coins per word, not to mention that they are the first original works. Although the innocent people are just the implicated clansmen or people like this who have been sold, they can be exchanged, but the number is huge. They have already become accustomed to Qing. Returning to Jing may not be their wish. It is really inconvenient. I hope Saint Fang Xu will not blame them."
Qing Jun said, "Minister Wen is right. I hope Saint Fang Xu will understand."
Fang Yun said expressionlessly: "Just place them in Xiangzhou, it's very convenient."
The King of Qing took a deep breath and his face turned red with anger. All the officials of the Qing Kingdom clenched their fists, their joints crackling, and they were almost about to explode with anger.
Fang Yun's words were simply saying that Xiangzhou is now part of Qing Kingdom, but will soon become part of Jing Kingdom!
Treat the people of Qing as nothing!
The officials of Jing State were very angry before, but now they were laughing in their hearts. No wonder Fang Yun could become a virtual saint. He could make the people of Jing State angry to death with just his mouth.
A hint of coldness flashed across the eyes of the Lord of Qing, and he spoke slowly with a majestic aura, "According to what Saint Fang Xu said, the Xiangzhou of our Qing Kingdom is in your pocket?"
"Everything depends on human efforts." Fang Yun said.
Qing Jun suddenly smiled and said, "How about this, if you can win the literary battle in one state, then I will agree to let you exchange your poems for the person. If you fail in the literary battle, you can keep the person and the poems too! How do you think?"
Fang Yun nodded and said, "Okay, then I will write a poem and give it to this dancer. Regardless of whether I win or lose in the literary battle, this poem will belong to Qing Kingdom afterwards."
"Good! Saint Fang Xu is quick to speak, I look forward to it very much. Come, bring the four treasures of the study!"
The Qing official decided that Fang Yun would lose the literary battle and that he had gotten a good poem for nothing. The anger he felt when Fang Yun looked down on him also slowly dissipated.
The eunuchs of Qing Kingdom immediately removed the food from the table and replaced it with the best four treasures of the study.
Fang Yun picked out a Langhou pen from the pen holder.
Everyone stared with wide eyes, because the Wolf Marquis Brush was the hardest brush that humans could use. The bristles of the brush were like needles, and unless one reached the level of calligraphy, one would inevitably pierce the paper with the Wolf Marquis Brush, and it would be impossible to write a complete text.
Fang Yun chose the Langhou pen, obviously he would not be able to write any good poems. The pen is like a knife, what kind of poems should he write
Many people in Qing looked worried.
Qingjun smiled, holding the wine glass, waiting to see what kind of poetry Fang Yun could write.
Fang Yun didn't care about what others did, he just wrote and hummed softly.
Three thousand miles from my homeland,
Twenty years in the deep palace.
A song of Mulan,
Two tears fall in front of you.
When the poem was finished, a strange sense of sadness emerged from the poem and spread all around.
The dancers cried together, filled with deep sorrow.
Those with high literary status only sighed, but the musicians, eunuchs, palace maids and others had red eyes, and many of them shed tears silently.
But just a moment later, all the ministers of Qing State were furious and wanted to tear the poem into pieces.
Qing Jun was stunned at first, his eyes wide open, and he was furious, but suddenly he woke up. But it was too late.
"Snap..." The porcelain cup in Qingjun's hand was crushed to pieces, and blood flowed from between his fingers.
The pen is like a knife. Poetry is like a sword!
"Oh! Your Majesty!" The eunuch on the side rushed over hastily, but Qing Jun raised his leg and kicked the eunuch, whom he usually favored, in the stomach, kicking him down the stairs. The back of his head hit the ground, and he groaned and fainted.
Blood was pouring from the back of his head.
Qing Jun threw away the broken pieces of the cup in his hand, wiped them on his yellow robe, looked at the unconscious eunuch with disgust, and said, "Drag him out, you are an eyesore."
The eunuch guards on the side hurriedly dragged the eunuch away and cleaned up the mess. Some minor eunuchs were secretly delighted, thinking that now that this eunuch had fallen out of favor, they would have a chance to take over.
Minister Sai glanced at Xin Zhi, the Hanlin General of Qing State, and said with a smile, "Good poem! Good poem!"
He Ludong pretended to be surprised and asked, "What's good about it?"
Sai Shilang said: "The two sentences, 'Three thousand miles from my homeland, twenty years in the deep palace', the former refers to distance, and the latter refers to time. The antithesis is neat. I dare to ask, apart from space and time, what else can trap people the most? How deep is the palace? Just based on three thousand miles and twenty years, Fang Xusheng's writing skills are mature and his words are accurate, which is absolutely beyond the reach of ordinary people. These two sentences can be regarded as the masterpieces of palace poetry, which are difficult for predecessors to reach and difficult to surpass. The hatred of these two sentences can only be compared with Fang Xusheng's complaint of 'all the sails that have passed by are not the one'."
The people of Jing pretended to nod, but they were actually very happy. Minister Sai pointed at Qing Jun's nose and scolded him: "The dancers and palace maids hate you! And they hate you more than anyone else in history!"
Qing Jun lowered his head and looked at the table without saying a word. Appreciating poetry and prose is the duty of a scholar. In the past, a monarch interrupted him. He was originally considered a wise monarch, but was denounced as a tyrant by a group of scholars and was cursed for a long time.
What's more, even if he dared to stop them, the people of Jing would never stop talking. The more they tried to stop them, the more embarrassed Qing would be.
He Ludong asked again: "What's so good about the last two sentences?"
Jiang Hechuan said, "It's a pity for the dancer. She was locked up in the palace for twenty years. Her homeland is thousands of miles away and she has long been completely cut off from the Kingdom of Jing. However, because of a song "Mulan Ballad", she was used by a traitor and forced to shed tears in front of the king. The first two sentences are full of hatred and ruthlessness, but the last two are full of hatred and ruthlessness!"
The dancer could no longer control herself and fell to the ground, crying loudly.
There were many officials from Xiangzhou among those present who even bowed their heads and wiped their tears with their sleeves.
The scholars from Xiangzhou have always been suppressed by the Kingdom of Qing. No matter how they fight for their rights, it is in vain. In the end, they either become numb or secretly resentful. Some of them fight desperately to leave Xiangzhou, or go to the ancient land, or to the Holy Academy. They would rather die in battle than suffer such discrimination.
Minister Sai was only a Hanlin and did not dare to say anything too much to his face, but Jiang Hechuan was a great scholar and did not need to care about the wrath of Emperor Qing at all.
Jiang Hechuan was a man of temperament. Seeing the dancer crying on the ground, his eyes were slightly red. He said, "This poem by Fang Xusheng is not about the hatred of the palace maids, nor the resentment of the palace, but about the hatred of the people of Xiangzhou! When I was young, I met a man who escaped from Xiangzhou. I saw him shouting in the street. We are all human beings, why is Xiangzhou the only one like this!"
The sleeves of the Xiangzhou officials at the banquet were even wet.
Several young Xiangzhou officials clenched their fists, gritted their teeth, and tears slowly rolled down their faces.
The crimes committed by the Kingdom of Qing on the people of Xiangzhou will never be undone!
Fang Yun silently put away the brush.
Ao Huang lowered his head to wipe away his tears, and said through gritted teeth: "The left prime minister of Jing State is full of evil intentions, but the queen mother is a smart person. The Qing State is so good, what is the relationship between the monarch and the ministers? It is obviously confused! The two countries are fighting, and a woman is dragged out as a scapegoat. Fortunately, Fang Yun is responsible and redeemed these people directly. If it were someone else, you would definitely push them out and kill them and use them to slander them."
However, some officials of the Qing State were still angry, and King Qing was also furious, because Fang Yun's poem touched upon the pain points of all kings.
Treating a palace maid, who is actually one of your own citizens, like this is inhumane!
The Son of Heaven can be unjust, impolite, untrustworthy, and incompetent, but he cannot be unkind.
A benevolent monarch is the basic requirement of Confucianism for a monarch. If a monarch is criticized for being unkind, it is the most extreme accusation in the Shengyuan Continent.
The officials of Jing State were already full of admiration for Fang Yun. It was clearly just an emergency, but Fang Yun was not only able to turn the situation around with a poem, but also able to accuse Qing Jun of cruelty and inhumanity, creating the most sufficient reason for Wenzhao Xiangzhou and recovering the lost territory.
Once this poem spreads, it will be enough to resonate with the people of Xiangzhou.
.(To be continued..)