After Zhao Sen left, Luo Longyu lowered his eyes to the sapphire table on the table and murmured: "Everyone has searched for him a thousand times, but when he suddenly looked back, he was there in the dim light. What a wonderful writing."
"It's a pity that such a peerless talent is just a eunuch. Fang Chen, will you become a roadblock to my great career?"
With so many thoughts in his mind and no words to express, Luo Longyu picked up the poem written on the Sapphire Case and stuffed it into his sleeve.
A strange thought came to my mind: "Or maybe, this Fang Chen is the person I have been searching for for thousands of times?"
After settling his mind, Luo Longyu smiled and decided to take a look again. Hidden Dragon has been around for twenty years, and it is not far behind now.
The next day.
The cock crows three times and the sky becomes slightly brighter.
The common people had gotten up early to set up stalls, especially those selling fried dough sticks for breakfast, and they had been busy even before dawn.
In this era, only wealthy families who had no worries about food and clothing were qualified to sleep in, so even though the sky was still a bit blue with a bit of hazy gray.
There were already many pedestrians on the street.
Suddenly, someone was beating gongs and drums over and over again and kept shouting: "Come and see the fun. Last night in Xushi, at the Yuehua Building in Wenxuanfang, Mr. Liu Yuanqing, the left minister of the Ministry of Revenue, held a cultural party, and a scandal suddenly emerged.
The imperial officials engaged in malpractice for personal gain."
While shouting, this man also posted a notice on the wall. His loud voice immediately attracted the attention of many people.
Several of the scholars came up and asked with a smile: "What literary meeting? Why didn't I know about it?"
"Is the news lagging behind? Mr. Liu Yuanqing Liu held a cultural gathering at Yuehua Building in Wenxuanfang last night."
The person who sent the message said with excitement on his face: "This guy actually decided to be the winner of the literary competition, and was exposed on the spot, which made countless students furious. At this moment, all the scholars in Wenxuanfang gathered together to ask Liu Yuanqing for an explanation!
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"It's so lively, what exactly is going on!" Several scholars were a little confused.
Although the people next to me didn't understand what Wenhui was, they still understood the bad words of "unofficial decision, fraud for personal gain," and so on.
Some people were dubious: "I can't believe it. Mr. Liu is an official of the third rank of the household minister Zuo Shilang. How can he do such a thing?"
"Trying you to get candy?"
The person who sent the message had a serious look, as if he was present at the time, and he said: "And what's even more amazing, we tell you, last night at the cultural conference, six songs from the world were shocked.
poems!"
"Do you know, Master Guo of the Imperial Academy's Jijiu? He is one of the most knowledgeable people in our Great Yan Dynasty. Do you know what he said about him?"
"How do you evaluate it? Tell me." Many people asked the scholar, but they were still a little unimpressed. It was a bit too exaggerated to say that a few poems were passed down to the world.
The person who sent the message suddenly said: "Guo Jijiu said that these six poems are enough to inspire my literary style in Dayan for a hundred years!"
"Hey, is it so exaggerated?" A scholar who is good at writing poems and lyrics was shocked.
"Nuo, those poems and essays are all copied here. Can you take a look at them and see for yourself?"
The scholars took the poems from his hand and were shocked beyond measure after taking a closer look.
"This poem! Who wrote it! The roc rises with the wind in one day! It soars ninety thousand miles away! What an ambition!"
"This is the kind of poetry that scholars of our generation should write!"
"There is also this sentence, there is no need to bury the bones in a mulberry tree, there is no place in the world without green mountains, what kind of free and heroic spirit is this!"
"This word is amazing! I searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back and found that person in a dimly lit place! My God, if I had written this sentence, Miss Li would still ignore me!"
"I don't have the wings of a colorful phoenix, but I have a clear mind. If I could write such a sentence, I would be willing to die!"
"It's so powerful. I really didn't expect that someone in our Great Yan Dynasty could write such a poem! Who is this person? Why is the poem signed with only one square character!"
For a moment, the scholars could no longer calm down, and they all gathered around the person who sent the message and asked questions.
The people around him were very excited. They never expected that these self-proclaimed scholars would be so excited.
"This poem was written by Mr. Fang from Yanghuafang!" The person who sent the message smiled playfully.
Many people frowned: "Master Fang? Do you know?"
"I've never heard of it. When did Yanghuafang get an additional Mr. Fang?"
"I know, I know, this Mr. Fang is said to be a ruthless person who likes to sew people's valleys!"
Everyone suddenly changed their minds. They like to sew people? What kind of pervert is this?
"Tell me?"
The scholar said: "Yanghuafang doesn't allow people to empty the buckets casually now. The environment is very clean. It's almost sick. I went to Yanghuafang to buy things a few days ago and I spit on the ground.
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"I was surprised to be arrested by a group of people who claimed to be the city management of the Bingma Division. They fined me five cents and even asked me to sweep the streets with them with a broom! It is said that it was requested by Mr. Fang."
"What about this?"
The scholars were delighted. They were usually good friends who knew each other well, but they didn't expect that the other party would hide such a thing from them.
"When grandma talks about it, I get angry. After cleaning the streets with those urban management officials, I have to urinate urgently."
"I had no choice but to settle it at Cheng Gen's feet. As soon as I unbuttoned my fucking pants, those city management officials came and pushed me directly to the ground and almost peed my pants!"
The scholar sighed and said: "You said that I had to go to the latrine and go to the public toilet, and if I dared to relieve my little hands in the street, I cut off my life. I was so scared that I couldn't hold back my urine, eh."
"Fuck! You're going to laugh me to death. It's really interesting. Are you interested in going to Yanghuafang with me?" someone suggested.
These scholars were all excited at this moment, and they all responded and walked towards Yanghuafang.
Things like this continued to happen in various places in the outer city, and within a short time, one or two hundred scholars gathered in Yanghuafang.
When they saw the clean and tidy streets and the neat and uniform stalls, they were all shocked.
"This Yanghuafang seems to be different from other markets." Some people were extremely confused.
"It seems so. Let's go in and take a look? Find someone to ask and find out where Mr. Fang is by the way?"
Everyone nodded in agreement and walked into Yanghuafang one after another. It was obvious that the people here were different from others.
Very full of energy and energy.
Someone couldn't restrain their curiosity and walked to a small stall and asked the vendor: "Brother, is this Yanghuafang always so clean and tidy?"
When the boy selling morning tea saw that the other party was not here to take care of his own business, he suddenly looked a little uninterested and rolled his eyes: "No way, this is some kind of environmental sanitation policy implemented by Mr. Fang after he took office in our Yanghuafang."