The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 1438 Fang Yun of the Gu Family

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Fang Yun was like a different person, and he would definitely participate in a literary contest every night.

Some literary contests were specially held for Fang Yun, waiting for Fang Yun to finish class before they officially started. These literary contests often lasted for three or four hours until dawn.

The literary contests that Fang Yun participated in required at least Hanlin to enter, and there would often be university scholars. The amount of information they exchanged was very huge. In order to save time and improve efficiency, there were often dozens of people speaking at the same time, and everyone spoke very quickly, which was noisier than a vegetable market.

Even a scholar would feel dizzy when he came to such a literary contest, but the people here could communicate without any obstacles. Sometimes when arguing, one person would often have to answer questions from four or five people in a row, or ask different questions to seven or eight people in a row.

Literary contests of Hanlin or above were basically like hundreds of ducks quacking in his ears.

At this kind of literary gathering, Fang Yun only listened and did not speak at first, but in the end, if he met someone who said something wrong, he would definitely correct them or ask questions, thus engaging in arguments.

At the literary gathering, no one cared whether Fang Yun was a virtual saint or the King of Ji. He was completely in a posture of defending his own holy way and said whatever he wanted.

There is a joke among the human race that if you have not exchanged lip sparring at a literary gathering, you have not participated in a literary gathering.

The exchange of languages, the collision of ideas and the friction of knowledge made Fang Yun like literary gatherings more and more.

The human race even has the saying of "literary gathering practice", which means that participating in literary gatherings is an excellent way of practice, which is no less than a person's hard work.

The more literary gatherings he participated in, the more Fang Yun felt that the process of heated debate and argument was actually the process of applying knowledge.

After each literary gathering began, Fang Yun would ask Qishu Tiandi to record all the contents of the literary gathering, and then re-read them the next day with the high reading speed of Qishu Tiandi, and he could always pick out some essence or problems that were missed at that time.

In July, the weather was hot, but Shengyuan and Chongwenyuan were relatively cool.

At the dinner table, Fang Yun was eating alone, while Yang Yuhuan and others were watching, because they had already eaten dinner, and only Fang Yun would go home at nine o'clock in the evening.

Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun and smiled, "Eat slowly, don't choke. Seeing you eat so fast, you are going to the literary meeting tonight, right?"

Fang Yun smiled and nodded, and continued to eat heartily, which made Nunu greedy and secretly took a piece of chicken leg to eat.

Yang Yuhuan sighed lightly, "Health is important. You have been in school all day these days, and you go to the literary meeting after dinner when you get home, and often come back at dawn, and your body can't bear it."

"It's okay..." Fang Yun smiled and drank a sip of water.

"That won't work! You have to find a day to rest, you can't be so busy all the time, it hurts me to see it!" Yang Yuhuan frowned slightly.

Since entering Longmen, Fang Yun's perception has become more and more sensitive. He vaguely discovered that Yang Yuhuan was in a bad mood, so he slowed down his eating speed and asked: "Yuhuan, is there anything going on at home these days?"

"No." Yang Yuhuan answered very naturally.

"What's the problem with Jinguo Academy?"

"Everything is fine at Jinguo Academy." Yang Yuhuan answered seriously.

Fang Yun stopped talking immediately, lowered his head to eat, and kept thinking in his heart. After all, Yang Yuhuan was his wife. Since she was unhappy, he should find a way to resolve it.

While eating, Fang Yun secretly observed Yang Yuhuan and vaguely found that there was a trace of very faint resentment in Yang Yuhuan's eyes.

Fang Yun was even more confused. When he was about to finish his meal, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind and he suddenly realized it.

Fang Yun immediately took the official seal and sent a letter to the host of the literary meeting, hoping to postpone it for half an hour. The other party readily agreed. After all, with Fang Yun's participation, the literary meeting he hosted in the future will attract more attention.

"I'm done..." Fang Yun leaned back on the chair, looking lazy. He didn't need to wash his hands at all, because his body was already dust-free and the grease from the food would automatically fall off when it touched his hands.

The maid hurried to clean the table, and Yang Yuhuan asked in surprise: "Why don't you go to the literary gathering? Usually you seem to be flying after eating."

Fang Yun smiled and said: "I postponed the literary gathering for half an hour."

"You postponed the literary gathering? Is there something more important?" Yang Yuhuan asked curiously.

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan and smiled: "Nothing, I'm just too busy these days and haven't taken care of my family. I want to rest more at home."

Yang Yuhuan found that Fang Yun's smile obviously had a strange meaning, and she was stunned for a while. It took a long time for her to understand, and her face was red to the root of her neck.

"I'll go to the room to get some things. Xiaoxiao, please help me take care of Nunu and don't let it run around." Yang Yuhuan said and left with a red face.

Su Xiaoxiao didn't understand what the couple was talking about, but when Yang Yuhuan handed Nunu over, Su Xiaoxiao's face turned red and she lowered her head and didn't dare to look at Fang Yun, because she often helped Yang Yuhuan to watch Nunu at special times.

Fang Yun smiled and stood up and walked towards the bedroom.

Nunu turned her head and looked at Su Xiaoxiao, full of confusion.

Su Xiaoxiao blushed and whispered: "They want to talk in private, we can't participate."

The little fox showed a look of sudden enlightenment and nodded vigorously.

After a long time, Fang Yun left the bedroom and went out to participate in the literary meeting.

After a long time, Yang Yuhuan appeared. Compared with before, there was less resentment and more shame between her eyebrows.

Fang Yun had the privilege of virtual saint, and could move directly between the Holy Court and Kongcheng.

The theme of this literary meeting was war poetry, and it was a branch of war poetry, a war poetry meeting for summoning soldiers.

The venue of the literary gathering was the wealthy Wu family in Kongcheng. As soon as he appeared at the door of the Wu family, the official seal moved slightly.

Fang Yun immediately opened the urgent letter and found that it was actually a letter from the head of the Wu family. After a closer look, he was quite amused.

It turned out that there were many university scholars at the literary gathering today. The time was originally set, but it was postponed by Fang Yun. A university scholar from the military strategist was very unhappy and said that the great sage was not punctual. The head of the Wu family kindly sent this letter to let Fang Yun pay more attention, and at the same time persuaded Fang Yun not to worry too much. The university scholar from the military strategist was known for his straightforward temper. This time he was originally targeting Fang Yun, but Fang Yun postponed it, which made the university scholar feel that Fang Yun was putting on airs.

Fang Yun shook his head secretly, not blaming the university scholar. In any case, he was the one who postponed the time first. It was normal for others to complain, and he still had some responsibility.

If it was delayed because of other things, he could have said it out loud to resolve the university scholar's grievances. But the reason was the joy of the couple's boudoir, so he had no way to express it. If he really said it out loud, it would be a lot of fun.

Fang Yun asked the doorman not to inform the head of the family, but to take him in directly. He thought about how to resolve it while walking. As a man and a scholar, he should solve the problems he encountered. After all, it was not an insurmountable difficulty.

Going around the screen and the pool, Fang Yun arrived at the door of the Wu family's hall.

The head of the Wu family, who was sitting on the main seat, walked over quickly and said with a smile: "Fang Xusheng is here, I am sorry for not welcoming you from afar!"

The rest of the people in the hall also stood up and followed the head of the Wu family out. One of the university scholars had a gloomy face and did not smile.

Fang Yun immediately bowed and said apologetically: "Today's literary gathering has been postponed only because of necessity. I hereby solemnly apologize to you all. As an apology, I have brought a bag of spiritual tea, a specialty of the Blood Mang Realm. You must try it."

The university scholar's expression immediately eased.

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