Fang Yun held the official seal in his hand and looked at the time. It was now a little after 15:00, which was 11:18 in the morning according to the military time. It was lunch time, and scholars could participate in literary gatherings while eating.
"Okay, I'll go there right away."
Fang Yun stood up and walked out of the lobby, chatted with Yang Yuhuan for a few words, and then left the next matter to his staff, letting them decide what to do.
Being an ordinary county magistrate is a very tedious job, and as a virtual saint, Fang Yun has more things to pay attention to.
The county government office was not just a place for trying cases, but also a place where many officials lived and worked. It was a very complex complex of buildings, which included not only the main hall, the second hall and the third hall, but also the magistrate's house, the county chancellor's house, the chief clerk's house, the registrar's house, the clerks' rooms, the kitchen, the dining hall and the storehouse, etc. Moreover, the prison was adjacent to the county government office and could be considered a part of it.
Fang Yun’s residence alone required a re-inspection by the Criminal Hall, and at the same time, the Demonic Cavalry and the barbarian private soldiers were arranged to guard it day and night for twelve hours without interruption.
In addition to security, there is also the placement of family members and various home settings, and the placement of all private soldiers is a big problem.
When Fang Yun went out, he did not let all his private soldiers follow him. He only brought his daily guards, which consisted of two horse barbarian marquises, four turtle demon marshals, twenty dragon vein horse barbarian marshals, one hundred demon iron cavalrymen, twenty juren and four jinshi. This was already the lowest standard daily guard for Xu Sheng.
After Fang Yun and the Ning'an County officials left the county government, the private soldiers became busy. Some helped Yang Yuhuan to set up the back office, some began to receive and send documents, and some left the county government and began to explore the people of Ning'an County.
Soon, the huge convoy of officials arrived at the Juyue Tower, not far from the County Academy of Literature.
Fang Yun first stayed in the Longma luxury car for a while, and after a while, he waited for the others to get off the car, then walked out of the carriage holding the little fox. Ao Huang followed behind, his eyes rolling around.
Fang Yun forbade Ao Huang to speak carelessly in the county government office or in particularly solemn occasions, but literary gatherings were entertainment venues for literati, so he could enjoy himself.
When Fang Yun landed and stood firm, he saw more than fifty scholars standing at the entrance of Juyue Tower in front of him, bowing and greeting them together.
"Welcome to Lord Xusheng."
Fang Yun nodded and said, "No need to be polite, since this is a literary gathering, there is no distinction between high and low, just treat me as an ordinary Jinshi." Fang Yun said. He stepped forward, and the people in front of him stood on both sides, lowered their heads slightly, and did not dare to act rashly.
The older scholars were extremely calm, but some younger scholars showed slight nervousness on their faces, and everything was captured by Fang Yun's eyes.
Ao Huang looked at these people and snorted in his heart. No wonder it was a small place with so few people in a literary gathering.
However, the scholars and private soldiers behind Ao Huang were different. Many of them found something was wrong and secretly held the official seal to send a letter for Fang Yun, telling him that there were too few people coming this time and there might be something fishy.
Fang Yun had long seen that Ning'an County was not a small county like Ji County, but a large county among the Ten Kingdoms. Such a large-scale literary gathering would have at least three to five hundred people, and now, including the officials who followed, there were less than two hundred people in total.
However, Fang Yun said nothing, continued to walk inside, and finally sat down at a table closest to the literary platform.
As everyone sat down, an old scholar who was over fifty years old walked up to the stage of the literary gathering. He looked at Fang Yun with an apologetic look and said, "As the host of this literary gathering, I want to apologize to Fang Xusheng. Since we didn't know when you would arrive, the literary gathering was held as usual. It has been held for two quarters of an hour and many people have already written lyrics. I hope Fang Xusheng will forgive me."
Fang Yun smiled and said, "So it's a poetry meeting. You guys can continue. I won't participate today. I'll just be a spectator."
The host hurriedly said, "This is your first visit to Ning'an County. If you don't participate in the literary gathering, if the news gets out, there will definitely be people who say that you look down on the hundreds of thousands of people in Ning'an County and don't bother to write poetry in Ning'an County. Besides, you are famous for your poetry. It would be unacceptable if you didn't write a famous poem when you came to Ning'an County."
The old scholar had a smiling face and his words hinted at the power of a strategist, making it impossible for people to feel the slightest dislike for him.
When Fang Yun heard this, he knew that these people had set a trap related to poetry. If he left now, he would definitely be accused of many things, such as being afraid of writing poetry, being arrogant, and being disdainful of writing poetry in Ning'an, etc.
Fang Yun asked: "Since it is a poetry gathering, it must have a name for the ci tune. What are the requirements?"
Fang Yun had studied the poetry of Shengyuan Continent early on. In some aspects, he lagged behind the Tang and Song dynasties of the ancient China, but in some aspects, he was ahead. For example, there were far more types of ci forms than in the Tang and Song dynasties. However, there were only many ci forms, but very few good ci. After all, poetry has only received unprecedented attention in recent years.
The poems in the imperial examinations all had strict rhyme limits, but the rules for literary gatherings were relatively loose, and literary gatherings with rhyme limits were generally announced two days in advance so that people could prepare. After all, once the rhyme limit is set, people's thinking will become rigid. Whether in the imperial examinations of Shengyuan Continent or the Tang Dynasty, 99% of the good poems were not written in the examination room.
The host said, "This poetry gathering is not limited to any style of poetry, as long as the theme is spring. Fang Xusheng, you are a living bookcase, and you can compose poetry at will. Why don't you come on stage and compose a poem to praise spring for the people of Ning'an County?"
Fang Yun pondered, trying to figure out what these people were doing, but he had no idea, because there were so many ways to attack people at a literary meeting, and even some simple words could be used to attack.
Fang Yingwu suddenly stood up and said with a smile: "Fang Xusheng went to the Qingguo Literary Competition first. He didn't have a few days to rest before he rushed to Ning'an County. He must be very tired. I think it would be better to let him rest for a while and let him go on stage at the end of the poetry meeting. As a Xusheng, he is the most honorable, so he should go on stage last."
Fang Yun's scholars and private soldiers all echoed the sentiment.
Yu Ba Chi also said, "County Magistrate Fang has just arrived in Ning'an and must be exhausted from the journey. I think it would be best for him to rest for a while."
"Yu Dianshi is right!" A low-ranking clerk suddenly spoke up.
A large number of officials looked at the ordinary clerk with strong warnings and threats in their eyes.
The official was no more than twenty years old, thin and frail, his throat moving slightly as he swallowed saliva. He did not dare to look at those people and kept his head down.
Afterwards, more and more minor officials came to support Fang Yun, and in the end there were a total of five officials standing on Fang Yun's side.
Fang Yun's private soldiers all had smiles on their faces, which meant that on just the first day, Fang Yun had used his extraordinary means to tear a tiny hole in the officialdom of Ning'an County!
Ao Huang laughed. He always felt that Fang Yun was too gentle in the past, but today he used thundering methods, which suited his temper best.
Fang Yun gave Fang Yingwu a wink, and Fang Yingwu nodded, understanding that Fang Yun meant to protect these five people and not allow any losses.
Afterwards, Fang Yun actually took out the official seal from the Yinjiang Shell, held it in public, and with a soft chant, five rays of light flew out and landed on the five officials!
From now on, as long as these five officials are in the Holy Temple and call Fang Yun, Fang Yun will know immediately. If the five people are killed, Fang Yun can use the power of the Holy Temple to help them from a distance. (To be continued...)