Chapter 794 (1/2)

The officials of the national day showed an irrecoverable disappointment.

Qingjun coughed softly and said, ”no wonder someone said a few years ago that Xu Sanjue got a strange thing. It turned out to be the Mexican woman. It should be dedicated to the semi saint, but he left it himself. It's too greedy.”

”Can Qingjun be willing to send Qingguo to me? I promise that under my governance, Qingguo's national strength will be doubled!” Fang Yun responded impolitely.

Qingjun glanced at Fang Yun with displeasure. Although Fang Yun is a virtual saint, he is young after all. If he disputes with others, a young man is enough to resolve the accusation, but he is not young, and he is the monarch of a country. If he really wants to argue with Fang Yun about this matter, he may be refuted by Fang Yun, and his bad reputation will be seriously damaged again.

Qing people may favor him as the monarch, but the people of other countries and ancient places pay more attention to Fang Yun.

Qingjun didn't answer. Instead, he glanced around and found that the Zong family was ashamed and annoyed, while the people in Jingguo were complacent and unlucky. Today, he lost face and couldn't go on.

”Fang Xusheng, since you have got the ink girl, let's go to the literary academy.” Qing Jun said and made an invitation gesture.

Fang Yun doesn't care about Qing Jun, but turns around and walks to Xiangzhou literary academy.

The gate of Xiangzhou Academy of literature is open, and a pair of persuasion couplets written by Fang Yun last year are engraved on the door frames on both sides.

There is a road to the mountain of books. Diligence is the path. There is no end to learning. It is hard to make a boat.

From that day on, Fang Yun really spread his name all over the world.

Fang Yun looked at this pair of persuasion couplets and stopped with emotion.

The others then stopped.

Jiang Hechuan smiled and said, ”Fang Xusheng, when you wrote this persuasion couplet, it seems that you were just a scholar.”

He Ludong said with a smile: ”not only the scholar, but also the officials who have just tried in the government and have been awarded the title of world Qingguo can see that Qingjun wants to use the praise of Fang Yun to eliminate the previous embarrassment, so they agree one after another.

However, the people of the Zong family keep their mouths shut and their faces are iron and green. They don't have to think about it. The Mexican woman's appearance is too important. Today's affairs will be published in Wen Bao on the tenth day of February, and the Zong family will be ridiculed by the ten countries.

Fang Yun was not interested in listening to these people's praise. He stopped for a moment and walked in.

Behind the gate of Xiangzhou Cultural Institute is the common holy temple square, and then there is the ancient but dignified holy temple. The holy temple has black tiles, red walls and red pillars, with a faint white glow on the surface.

In front of the holy temple, ten old people in white Jinshi clothes lined up, with some Qing officials next to them.

These old people stood in place and closed their eyes, but they were reciting the Holy Scriptures in their hearts.

They did not participate in today's banquet, nor did they go to see the official seal. They didn't know what happened today. They didn't even open their eyes when Mo Nu appeared.

Nothing can affect them.

Most of these old people have age spots on their faces. The youngest is 73 years old, and the oldest is 91 years old.

In terms of Scripture articles, poems and songs, these ten old scholars may not be as good as the leaders of young scholars in various countries; in terms of talent and intelligence, these people may not be as good as the young people in the same position.

An iron bar may not be able to write on paper. After decades of polishing, it still can't write like a brush, but it can be honed into a sharp weapon for killing!

These ten old Jinshi are not pens, but swords!

They may have lost the opportunity to be promoted to a higher position, but among the Jinshi, even those young people who are so talented that they will become great scholars are far inferior to them!

Those young geniuses can look down on them in the future, but now they can only lower their heads.

Fang Yun glanced at ten people, and the details of the ten people flashed in his mind.