Chapter 831 (2/2)

Fang Yun's heart is like an arrow. After a brief explanation with the officials of Jingguo, he left the city in a dragon horse luxury car.

Many officials in Baling city have been waiting outside the east gate, and even Qingjun is there.

If the Lei family hadn't been punished by the fire of three rites, Qingjun would have left early last night. It's impossible to wronged himself to send the victor of the enemy country, but now give him a hundred courage to send Fang Yun in person.

The ceremony could not be abolished, so Qing Jun got off the carriage and walked with Fang Yun. He talked without a word and didn't stop until he walked ten miles.

The virtual Saint came and sent each other ten miles away.

Shiliting is the South Bank of the Yangtze River.

Looking around, flowers bloom in spring, grass grows and warblers fly, which is different from the north of Jingguo.

People face the Yangtze River. At the moment, it is just the spring flood season. The river is rolling, the current is fast, and the vast is like an ocean.

On the other side of the Shili Pavilion is a tall empty building ship.

Fang Yun and some Jingguo officials are located on the side of the empty building ship, while Qingguo officials, Xiangzhou officials and some Jingguo officials who stay in Xiangzhou are sent off opposite.

Gu Fu, the literary Minister of the Qing Dynasty, stepped forward and bowed his hand to Fang Yun and said, ”I don't mention the literary war today. At this time, it's just to send Fang Xusheng. Fang Xusheng's literary name is as prosperous as cooking oil. We shouldn't have taught others how to do it. However, how can scholars send off without poetry? I suggest that we choose three young people and give Fang Xusheng a farewell poem?”

Fang Yun nodded and said, ”what Mr. Gu said is very true. It can be seen that Qingguo is a state of etiquette. Then you can choose three people.”

Young scholars in Qingguo were eager to try. In fact, many people had already prepared, because it was a convention.

Family hatred and national hatred are one thing, and it is another thing to send farewell poems in front of the virtual saint. This is a good time to raise the literary name. Even if you can't leave a name in history, you will certainly leave a pen in the local chronicles. Who gives poems to the virtual saint on a certain day, a certain month, a certain year. If it can be semi holy in the future, it is to give poetry semi holy. It is definitely a great event to honor our ancestors.

Semi holy aristocratic families or children of rich families don't look up to giving poems to empty saints, but famous families or children of poor families under rich families look forward to it.

Moreover, many young scholars here live in Xiangzhou, and Fang Yun is their own family. If there is a name of giving poetry in the future, it must be different from ordinary people in Jingguo, and there may be another way.

Many young people flushed and pushed forward involuntarily, forming a brief chaos.

Fang Yun looked at these young people who were almost older than himself, with a smile on their face and some emotion in his heart. Unexpectedly, in less than a year, he changed from a poet to a giver, and countless young people were proud of giving their poems. The difference in status was unimaginable in the old days.

Gu Fu coughed and swept all the young scholars with cold eyes.

Those people were immediately as if they were staring at their backs and were scared to move. Gu Fu was a great Confucian. He spoke small words of righteousness and could kill them all with one word.

Gu Fu's eyes fell on Hui Yuan Yan Yukong of Qingguo last year. Like Fang Yun, he wanted to participate in this year's palace examination, compete for the first of ten subjects and enter the sea competition.

”Yukon, you and Fang Xusheng are both Huiyuan last year and old acquaintances. You can give this first poem to each other.”

Gu Fu's words caused many people's sighs. If they were others, they might not be convinced, but Yan Yukong left them speechless.

”Yes, Mr. Wen Xiang.”

Fang Yun followed his reputation and saw Yan Yukong come out of the crowd. Yan Yukong not only won the Huiyuan, but also the hottest candidate for the No. 1 scholar of Qingguo this year.

Yan Yukong and Fang Yun have known each other for a long time. They work together in the holy ruins and the hunting ground. They are really friends in need.

No matter when and where, Yan Yukong did not make any remarks against the Party movement in Qingguo, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of many Qingguo people.