The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The Plum Garden is located outside the capital, on the edge of the power of the Holy Temple. It is a royal garden with various wintersweets and plum blossoms. It is open only in winter for tourists to enjoy the snow and plum blossoms. Influenced by the power of the Holy Temple, the plum blossoms here often bloom early.

Wherever the Jiao carriage passes, all the carriages give way and let the carriage go directly to the entrance of the Plum Garden.

The Plum Garden is decorated with lights at night, and many night pearls are dotted in it.

The heavy snow on the surrounding roads has been swept away, but the snow outside the road is still there. The white snow and the red lights complement each other, and the winter is full of beauty.

Jiang Hechuan rarely participates in literary gatherings. This year, he participated in the Snow Plum Literary Meeting in his busy schedule, which immediately attracted attention. Many dignitaries sitting in the carriage got off early and looked up.

Before the Eighteen Jiao carriages arrived at the Plum Garden, someone notified everyone in the Plum Garden. Now most of the people in the Plum Garden have come to the door to welcome the Minister of Literature of Jing State.

Everyone looked at the Minister of Literature's carriage, the door opened, and the first person to get off was a white fox.

Many people were curious, but the small meteor that came out later made many people guess that Fang Yun was in the car, and then a bright yellow dragon flew out of the car door.

Ao Huang was about to play with Nunu, but found that there were too many people here, and the vitality of heaven and earth was slightly vibrating, so he immediately restrained his smile.

"Hello, Prince Huang!" An old official hurriedly saluted.

"Hello, Prince Huang!" Others also hurriedly saluted. The dragon clan helped the human race so much, so the human race was very grateful to the dragon clan.

"Everyone stand up!" Ao Huang raised his dragon head and waved his little dragon claws seriously.

Many scholars didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This Ao Huang was really messing around, but Ao Huang's name had gradually spread throughout the capital. Everyone knew that he was a little dragon of only a few years old, and no one would care about him.

Then, Fang Yun got off the carriage and bowed to everyone to express his greetings.

"Hello, Fang Wenhou!"

"Hello, Fang Xusheng!"

"Hello, Fang Zhenguo..."

Greetings to Fang Yun were varied.

After Fang Yun returned the gift, he turned around and stood by the door. When Yang Yuhuan got off the car, he took the initiative to reach out and hold Yang Yuhuan's hand.

"Be careful, don't slip." Fang Yun said softly.

Yang Yuhuan didn't expect Fang Yun to do this for her in front of everyone. In this world where men are superior to women, it can be called a shocking act. Her heart was filled with warmth. She wanted to throw herself into Fang Yun's arms and cry to tell her lover how touched she was. But she resisted the urge to cry, stepped down from the carriage gently, lowered her head, and held Fang Yun's hand tightly.

The scholars present were all shocked.

Although Fang Yun's doing this was not a big mistake, it was enough for the censors of the Supervisory Council to report him for being rude.

If the old stubborn people in the Holy Court knew about it, they would definitely be reprimanded in a letter.

Fang Yun saw everyone's expressions and didn't care.

Zhao Hongzhuang and Su Xiaoxiao showed envy. It was a blessing for a woman to be treated like this by a dignified virtual saint.

Many scholars of the Xuemei Literary Society came with their families. Whether they were married women or unmarried girls, they all envied Yang Yuhuan.

"Even being Fang Zhenguo's concubine is better than being someone else's wife..." a girl whispered.

But most men looked at Yang Yuhuan, and some young people murmured in their hearts that if they had such a wife, they would treat her like this.

Not far away, an old scholar suddenly said angrily: "What a disgrace! The rituals and music have collapsed, and human relations have been severed. It's better not to participate in this literary meeting!" After saying that, he turned and left.

Fang Yun looked in the direction of the voice, but did not recognize the old scholar, but seven or eight steps away from the old scholar, he saw a person who rarely met but often heard his name.

Ji Zhibai, this year's Jingguo champion, the proud student of Zuo Xiang Liushan.

Ji Zhibai was smiling.

Fang Yun turned a blind eye, took Yang Yuhuan's hand and walked to the side to make way for the rest of the people in the car.

Zhao Hongzhuang and Su Xiaoxiao came down one after another, which made everyone's eyes light up again. They didn't expect that all the women who got off the carriage were as beautiful as fairies.

Finally, the Minister of Literature Jiang Hechuan got off the carriage.

"Meet the Minister of Literature!"

Everyone greeted him in unison.

Jiang Hechuan nodded lightly with a blank expression, then walked towards the plum garden. Fang Yun followed behind holding Yang Yuhuan's hand, and the rest of the people entered one after another.

After entering the door, Fang Yun looked around.

This is a very standard royal garden, with cobblestone paths on the ground and flower beds on both sides, planted with various flowers and trees. Under the illumination of red lanterns and night pearls, it is magnificent, with a scene of thousands of trees making clothes and reflecting the snow to comb winter makeup.

After passing the first courtyard, we entered the courtyard inside. The courtyard was brightly lit, with tables and seats everywhere, surrounding a pavilion.

There was a table in the pavilion with four treasures of the study on it.

Fang Yun found that the east and west sides of the pavilion were clearly divided. There was a small snow sculpture in the center of each table on the east side, and a vase with a plum blossom in the center of each table on the west side.

Fang Yun was hesitating about what to choose, Jiang Hechuan suddenly grabbed his wrist and took him to the Mei Party table, while Fang Yun held Yang Yuhuan with his other hand.

The people behind him couldn't help laughing, and an old scholar shouted: "Mei Party traitors, how can you rob the core of my Xue Party! The "Sending Li Wenying in the Snow" he wrote for the Xue Party has already stabilized the country. Is it possible that someone in the Mei Party doesn't know Fang Zhenguo?"

Before Jiang Hechuan could speak, the Mei Party shouted: "Xue traitors, if you have the ability, take Fang Zhenguo back!"

The Xue Party scholars were silent. Li Wenying could probably do it here. Except for Li Wenying, who in Jing State dared to snatch people from Jiang Hechuan?

"The Mei Party is really unreasonable!"

The Snow Party and the Plum Party teased each other, but there was no real attack. Some people even laughed and laughed. Only a few people really wanted to suppress the other party. In Fang Yun's opinion, these people must have painful memories of snow and plum.

Although winter is cold, the organizer of the Snow and Plum Literary Meeting, the Chen family scholar, has long changed the local environment here to ensure that the snow does not melt and people will not feel cold during the meeting.

After everyone sat down one after another, Jiang Hechuan coughed lightly and said: "Regardless of the Snow Party or the Plum Party, since Fang Yun is a Plum Party today, you should support Fang Yun in the literary list to surpass the other nine countries with plum poems!"

"The Snow Party has no borders!" One person shouted, causing bursts of laughter.

The time has not arrived yet, and the literary meeting did not start immediately. Everyone drank tea and enjoyed the snow and plums. The scholars everywhere were very active.

However, there was something hidden in the depths of everyone's eyes.

Occasionally, someone would mention the matter of the Demon Saint Order, and would be interrupted by the people next to them.

The incident of the demon barbarians attacking Jing was too horrifying. Before the court made a final decision, it was not easy to discuss it in detail at the literary meeting.

Ji Zhibai sat in the Snow Party, and many people approached him, including officials who had alienated the Left Prime Minister Party in recent days.

Ji Zhibai seemed to know nothing, and he was very happy chatting with these people. The gap between the two sides was cleverly resolved by him.

Not long after, a Chen family Hanlin walked to the pavilion, coughed lightly, and the surrounding sounds stopped one after another.

Fang Yun looked up, and under the dark night, the entire plum garden was illuminated by red lanterns and white snow light. The two distinct colors formed a beautiful world.

Without waiting for Chen family Hanlin to speak, Ji Zhibai suddenly stood up and said with a spring thunder: "Everyone, Zhibai has something I don't understand, I wonder who can solve the puzzle?"

Chen Hanlin's face sank, but it was not easy to turn against the top scholar of a country, so he said: "What advice does Ji Zhuangyuan have?"