The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Sai Shilang immediately gave Fang Yun a wink and asked him to think carefully.

Right Minister Cao De'an also looked at Fang Yun, but his expression remained calm.

The young Duke immediately said: "Brother Lei, you underestimate me, the most popular person in Jingguo. If Fang Zhenguo doesn't agree to you, how can he set an example for the literati? How can I, a literati in Jingguo, be deceived by you, a member of the Lei family?" Press down!"

Among the old people sitting at the table, an old Hanlin finally couldn't help it and yelled: "Little bastard, I pointed at your father's nose in the court and cursed you. If you are so presumptuous today, I will go over and interrupt you." Legs! The bastard father gave birth to a turtle son, a litter of beasts with shells!"

Tens of thousands of people lowered their heads and chuckled, and many ignorant children laughed.

"The bastard father gave birth to a son of a turtle! The father of a bastard gave birth to a son of a turtle... Wow..." A child just shouted a few words before his mouth was covered by an adult.

The little fox huddled in Fang Yun's arms, grinning mischievously, and put its two front paws together to look like a turtle crawling.

The young Duke was so suppressed that his face turned red. No matter in terms of status or status, he was higher than the old Hanlin, but even if he was beaten to death, he would not dare to say a word on the Double Ninth Festival. Even if he said half a word, hundreds of Ji's old scholar will definitely rush over with a cane, and he and Prince Kang's house will definitely become the laughing stock of the ten countries.

"Little Duke, can you say a few words? Are you trying to force us to be loyal here?" Sai Shilang said slowly.

"You..." The young prince wanted to scold Mr. Sai for his treason, but when he saw the looks of many officials on the right side, he had to swallow his words and lowered his head to drink.

The little Duke's left hand trembled slightly.

Qinwang and Qingjunzi have almost similar meanings. It may mean that powerful ministers and princes seize the throne, or it may be that the ministers are angry and kill traitors. Although the meaning of "Zhongzhong" is not as direct as Qinwang or Qingjunzi, the essence is the same.

Ever since the Eight Heroes of the Eastern Han Dynasty killed traitors, incidents that aroused the anger of officials have happened frequently, and every time the officials were not punished.

The young prince is just a minister, unlike the left prime minister, who is a bachelor. Once public anger is triggered, the officials will definitely take action. They are not powerless literati.

The little Duke drank a glass of wine and gritted his teeth. He lowered his head. The most obvious thing in his eyes was not anger, but fear.

He did not expect that Fang Yun would have such great appeal in Jingguo, and that there would be officials who were willing to launch a conspiracy against King Qin or King Qing for him. Once this excuse was implemented, let alone his mere prince, the entire Prince Kang's palace might be seduced by Jingguo. Scholars are destroyed.

Even if this is only the most extreme possibility, this possibility is too scary.

It was only then that Fang Yun understood the difference between capital officials and local officials.

Tong Luan, the left minister of the Ministry of War, coughed lightly and said: "Everyone, please be patient. Fang Yun, do you agree with the Lei family's proposal? I also think the Lei family's proposal is unfair, but if you don't dare to accept the challenge, just give up. No one in the world will laugh at you.”

Zhao Hongzhuang looked at Fang Yun anxiously, hoping that Fang Yun would not agree.

Yang Yuhuan's face was calm as usual, she looked at Fang Yun's face quietly, and there was even a faint smile in her eyes, because she believed that no matter what, Fang Yun's choice must be the best.

Fang Yun raised his head slightly and said: "How can the boy servant say 'dare not'? I, the human race, don't dare to defend the Two Boundary Mountains, or do you not dare to rush into the barbarian tribe?"

Tong Luan immediately said: "The two of you who 'dare' need to sacrifice their lives, so naturally we have to weigh the severity. You and the Lei family are just betting on a poem, there is no harm. If you don't agree, you naturally don't dare. After all, you are We, the literati of Jingguo, have set an example and cannot just reap the benefits without fulfilling their responsibilities.”

"Do you dare, the young servant boy, to show off your courage by showing off your lucky charm?" Fang Yun asked slowly.

Everyone's conversation was conducted with tongue-splitting spring thunder, and tens of thousands of people present could hear it clearly.

Many people nodded lightly. Scholars should have Fang Yun's courage, even if the other party is the Duke of the country, a member of the Lei family, or a Hanlin who has been famous for many years.

The child servant's eyes moved slightly and he said with a smile: "I got a borneol inkstone not long ago. It is made from the dragon's brain of the demon lord dragon. It is a first-class inkstone. It is a natural match for the ink dragon brush wash. If you If you really can get Jian Ming's ink brush wash, I will give you this dragon brain inkstone. If you are not the leader today, you must give me your Zhenguo poem."

The whole audience was in an uproar. This dragon brain inkstone was several times more valuable than the ink brush. Not to mention the imperial treasure, even the scholar's treasure was incomparable.

The dragon's brain becomes an inkstone, and the dragon's marrow gathers ink. It is the best inkstone or ink ingot in the world. Even if the dragon is inferior to ordinary dragons and not as good as real dragons, it is a dragon species after all.

After the death of dragons, it is difficult to preserve borneol brains. Only under special conditions or deliberately sealed, borneol brain inkstones can be formed, which are much more precious than keel bones, dragon horns, and dragon scales.

The Dragon Brain Inkstone combined with the ink developed from the Dragon Blood Ink Ingot can greatly enhance the power of war poems. The Demon Lord Dragon Brain Inkstone is enough to increase the power of a war poem by 50%!

Ordinary literati cannot directly refine the borneol inkstone into a cultural treasure. They can only refine the borneol inkstone into a cultural treasure by sending it to the saints or their former residences, and after a long period of baptism.

Fang Yun had many inkstones at hand, and even got a Hanlin Wenbao inkstone from the Holy Market, but that inkstone only sealed one Hanlin war poem, which could not increase the power of the newly written war poems at all.

The four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper and inkstone, can all increase the power of war poems, but the inkstone is special. Except for the legendary inkstone, which is rarer than the dragon brain inkstone, only the dragon brain inkstone can increase the power of war poems. This is something that no other inkstone can do. Arrived.

"Are you crazy, Mr. Boy?"

"Humph, he may not be crazy, but wise. He thinks Fang Yun will lose, so he deliberately takes out this magical item. Every time the Dragon's Brain Inkstone appears in the Ten Kingdoms, it will attract attention. If Fang Yun loses, this Dragon's Brain Inkstone can make Fang Yun's reputation of failure spread more widely. What's more, this old man is close to the Left Prime Minister, so doing so will definitely please the Left Prime Minister."

"In the future, when Tong Shilang meets Fang Yun, he will take out the Dragon's Brain Inkstone. Fang Yun is afraid... Alas..."

"The Dragon's Brain Inkstone and the Ink Dragon Brush Washer complement each other, enough to make the brush wash more powerful. I really hope that they will all fall into Fang Yun's hands in the end."

"Too difficult, too difficult..."

Fang Yun and Tong Luan looked at each other from the right and left.

"Why, do you want to prove that you really don't dare?" Tong Luan asked with a smile.

"Since Minister Tong is so sincere, I will accept this great gift. Then as you said, if I can win the first prize in the literary competition, I will get this dragon's blood inkstone. If not, I will give you the first copy of a national poem."

"That's great! Please help keep it for me, Right Prime Minister." Tong Luan said as he threw the dragon's blood inkstone to Cao De'an.

Cao De'an held the dragon's blood inkstone and stroked it gently, while the several university scholars next to him were jealous, not to mention the others.

The dragon's blood inkstone is made of dark red stone, with a glossy surface and strange patterns faintly visible inside, which is full of fatal attraction for every reader.

The ink dragon brush washer, the dragon stone and the dragon's blood inkstone became the focus of the Chongyang Literary Competition. Everyone talked about it, and in the fragrance of chrysanthemums and dogwood, they almost forgot that today was the Chongyang Literary Competition.

When the sun was high in the sky, someone suddenly shouted: "The great scholar is here."

Everyone looked towards the direction of the capital together, and saw two people in purple robes flying on white clouds.