The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

He Ludong immediately stepped forward to stop him, saying: "The person chosen by Gu Xiang is very inappropriate. The two people before were not much different in age from Fang Xusheng, and it was normal for them to give gifts to each other. But Zong Wuyuan is quite old, and his literary position is Hanlin, so he can't be considered a young man in Qingguo."

Zong Wuyuan stepped forward and smiled: "Compared with Fang Xusheng, our achievements are insignificant, and we can all be called young people. It's just a title, so General He shouldn't be so fussy. What's more, the three people are getting older one by one. Except for me, there seems to be no one who is too suitable. Otherwise, someone in my Qingguo will definitely stand up to oppose. General He, please ask."

He Ludong looked at the Qingguo scholar and was speechless.

Most people in Qingguo thought it was very normal. Zong Wuyuan was indeed qualified to say such things. As a direct descendant of a semi-saint family and a 30-year-old Hanlin, if even he was not qualified to come forward, no one present was qualified.

However, Fang Yun found that some of the officials had cold faces and were obviously disgusted with Zong Wuyuan's words.

Fang Yun nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Wuyuan is famous. He became a Hanlin scholar before he was 30 years old. He can be regarded as the leader of the young generation of literati in Qingguo."

When those who originally disliked Zong Wuyuan heard this, their disgust became even stronger.

Zong Wuyuan's eyes flashed, and he immediately took off the sword at his waist and said, "Swords are given to heroes, and poems are given to celebrities. Fang Xusheng is both a hero and a celebrity, so it is natural that the sword and poems are given together. This sword is by no means ordinary, it is the sword of Gu Qingyuan, a famous general of my Qingguo."

Hearing the three words "Gu Qingyuan", the smiles on the faces of many people in Jingguo disappeared, and even Fang Yun's expression changed slightly.

This Gu Qingyuan was known as an unparalleled military strategy a hundred years ago, suppressing Jingguo. Now Yongzhou, which is adjacent to Xiangzhou, was taken away from Jingguo by Gu Qingyuan.

At this moment, everyone knew that there must be something wrong with the poems Zong Wuyuan gave.

Then Zong Wuyuan held the sword with both hands and recited the poem slowly.

"Tourists go to Jingdu,

The sword is worth a thousand gold.

When they parted, they gave it to each other,

It was a lifelong love."

Many Jing people were puzzled at first, but then they were angry, but they could only suppress their anger in their hearts.

This poem looks very ordinary on the surface, just saying that Fang Yun was going back to Jingguo, and Zong Wuyuan gave him the sword, which represented a sincere heart. The words were simple but the feelings were deep. It is a good poem in itself.

However, scholars are not reckless, and many poems and articles are not as simple as they seem.

Fang Yun was originally on guard. After listening to this poem, he immediately thought of an allusion in "Historical Records".

"Historical Records" records that Ji Zi met Xu Jun on his way to the diplomatic mission. Xu Jun liked the sword in Ji Zi's hand very much, but did not ask for it. Ji Zi also saw it. However, Ji Zi wanted to wear the sword when he went to the diplomatic mission, and he didn't say anything.

After the diplomatic mission was over, Ji Zi returned and prepared to give the sword to Xu Jun, but Xu Jun was dead at this time. So Ji Zi hung the sword on the branch in front of Xu Jun's grave.

This is a story praised by the ancients.

The same allusion, the same poem, if Yan Yukong used it, it must be sincere, but if Zong Wuyuan wrote it, it obviously meant to curse Fang Yun to death.

If Zong Wuyuan was not a child of aristocratic family, facing such a curse, Jingguo had the right to appeal directly to the Criminal Palace and investigate this person strictly. After all, it was a very serious violation of etiquette. However, Zong Wuyuan was not only a direct descendant of the aristocratic family, but also Zong Sheng was still alive. Even if he tore his face and sued Zong Wuyuan, there would be no result in the end. At most, Zong Wuyuan would verbally admit that he should not use allusions indiscriminately.

Everyone in Jingguo was full of anger.

Some people in Qingguo showed a proud look. Poetry and essays, lip sparring, are the skills of scholars. Qingguo lost a state, and scolding Fang Yun was also a relief.

However, most of the Qingguo scholars with higher literary status bowed their heads slightly. They obviously disdained to participate in such a fight, but being in Qingguo, they could not oppose people from the same country, so they could only remain silent.

Fang Yun knew that the people of Qing were laughing at him and wanted him to lose control of his emotions and say something rude, but he smiled calmly.

Whether it was Zong Wuyuan, Qing Jun or others, none of them understood why Fang Yun didn't care.

The Minister of Literature of Qing was cunning and immediately coughed lightly and bowed his hands and said, "Fang Xusheng, the three of us from Qing have finished giving poems. If you don't mind, please give me one in return. You are the one leaving, and according to convention, you don't write farewell poems. It's spring now, peach blossoms are blooming, and the river is surging. Any scene can be included in poems."

Fang Yun smiled and said, "I want to write two poems. Since this place is Jiangnan, the first one will be "Remembering Jiangnan."

"Waiting for Xusheng's masterpiece!" Gu Fu took a step back to show respect.

Fang Yun put his hands behind his back, raised his head slightly, and looked at the Yangtze River.

Most people present immediately nodded slightly, and some even bowed slightly to show their respect for Fang Yun.

Fang Yun walked a few steps slowly, walked to the Ten-mile Pavilion, and recited a poem.

"Jiangnan is beautiful, the scenery is familiar; the river flowers are redder than fire at sunrise, and the river water is green as blue in spring. How can I not miss Jiangnan?"

Fang Yun finished reciting this famous poem by Bai Juyi, and the praise was thunderous.

"Good!"

"As expected of Fang Xusheng, he also wrote on the spot, and one person beats three people!" An old Hanlin of Qing Kingdom did not hesitate to praise him.

"The colors are strong and extremely bright, and one sentence describes the beauty of Jiangnan in spring!"

At this moment, the people of Qing Kingdom talked about the matter, no one dared to blame, and no one was willing to blame, after all, it was really well written.

"The river flowers in the sunrise are redder than fire, should it be the red flowers by the river?"

"It's hard to say. The rising sun can dye the waves in the river red."

"Green is as good as blue. The green of the river water is greener than the dye used to make cyan. The bright color is vivid before our eyes."

Everyone was talking, but the voices suddenly became quiet, because a young scholar suddenly asked a question.

"Fang Xusheng has never been to Jiangnan, why does he say 'I have known the scenery before'? How can you say that you have known the scenery for a long time without seeing the scenery of Jiangnan?"

Zong Wuyuan and others looked gloomy and said nothing.

Everyone looked at each other, and after careful consideration, someone suddenly realized.

This sentence obviously means that many places in Jiangnan are originally the territory of Jingguo. As a Jingguo native, Fang Yun should have been familiar with it long ago. If this statement is true, then the first sentence Jiangnan is good is too obvious.

It is better to say that Fang Yun returned to Jiangnan as a winner than to say that he missed Jiangnan!

Everyone in Jingguo nodded and smiled slightly, probably understanding Fang Yun's intention in writing this poem. Fang Yun only used one poem to prove that he is the winner and to fight back against Zong Wuyuan from a higher level.

Jiangnan is good because the scenery of the past will surely reappear!

Just as the people of Jing could not fight back against Zong Wuyuan, the people of Qing could not accuse Fang Yun of anything. Moreover, Fang Yun did not make any personal attacks. He wrote this poem with the dignity of a victor. Even if he admitted the metaphor in it, it was beyond reproach.

Gu Fu did not want this situation to continue to be awkward, so he asked: "Excuse me, Fang Xusheng, where is your second poem?"

Fang Yun glanced at Zong Wuyuan, then looked deeply at Qing Jun, turned around and walked away, his tongue bursting with spring thunder.

"In the future, this saint will come to the palace of Qing Kingdom, bring this sword, and give the second poem to Qing Jun!"

Qing Jun's face changed drastically.

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