Chapter 429

The Double Ninth Festival cultural fair is full of chrysanthemums. Looking at the cultural fair, there are chrysanthemum potted plants everywhere, just like a golden ocean.

The tables and chairs of the banquet are covered with bright red silk cloth, which is more festive with gold.

The meeting site was crowded, and many people came with their families, old and young. Children could be seen playing and running everywhere.

This is a mountainous area, not a flat land. The cultural conference site is divided into three layers of flat ground, one layer higher than the other, like three huge stairs.

In the deepest part of the third floor, there is a writing platform for people to write poetry after the meeting.

Most women here wear festive red robes, while men's clothes are relatively orderly, almost corresponding to their location.

Most of the men on the first floor of the venue wear black robes, mixed with a few scholar blue robes. There are many white embroidered sword Jinshi robes on the second floor, occasionally some black robes, the highest floor is mostly white ink plum Hanlin robes, and the scholar's robes of Qingyi university are also mixed.

There were no names on the table and no one guided them, but everyone knew where they should sit.

The only exception is the old people on the third floor. They have high and low literary clothes, and their white hair is very eye-catching.

"Where shall we sit?" Yang Yuhuan looked at the dark venue and didn't know how to choose.

"Go straight ahead to the highest place." Fang Yun said.

"Oh."

Fang Yun's tone was very flat. Yang Yuhuan felt that his body gave birth to a force. He straightened his body and raised his chin involuntarily.

They walked slowly forward. Yang Yuhuan looked back at the masked woman. The woman was coming down from the chair. She had some doubts in her eyes, and then turned back and continued to walk with Fang Yun.

There are too many people in the double ninth cultural conference. The farther you go, the louder the buzz in your ears.

Before taking a few steps, someone on the right suddenly bowed: "I've seen Marquis Fang!"

Fang Yun followed his reputation. It was the student of the school palace, so he smiled and bowed back.

"Ah? Is it really Fang Wenhou?"

He saw people sitting around, men and women, old and young, standing up one after another.

Even the children who were fighting and running surprisingly calmed down and looked at Fang Yun together to see if the person who could hear every day had three heads and six arms.

"I've seen Fang Wenhou."

"I've seen Fang Zhenguo!"

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At first, the people near Fang Yun just got up. The neighbors soon knew and got up quickly. Most people look happy, but a few are reluctant to stand up slowly.

"It's Fang Wenhou."

"Fang Zhenguo? Get up quickly..."

Soon, tens of thousands of people on the whole first floor stood up.

The voice of greeting Fang Yun kept rising, and he didn't stop since Fang Yun appeared.

"Fang Yun sees the ceremony... Fang Yun sees the ceremony..." as Fang Yun walks, he constantly bows his hands to both sides. Yang Yuhuan nervously follows behind, bowing his head and afraid to see those people.

The little fox is crazy. He jumps with Fang Yun. He especially likes this scene.

There was no gap between the first floor and the second floor except for a three foot drop and some stairs. The people on the second floor soon knew that Fang Yun had arrived.

Many people got up involuntarily, craned their necks and looked down to see what kind of person Fang Yun was.

Soon, the people on the third floor stopped chatting and stood up one after another, looking down from a high place.

Some of the people on the third floor were smiling, some looked surprised, some looked gloomy, and some were expressionless.

When Fang Yun went up to the second stone step, the people on the third floor had completely stood up, and even those Tsing Yi scholars did not sit.

Then many people changed color.

This cultural conference, unless the great Confucianism comes in person, even if Li Wenying, who is at the height of the sun, comes here, he won't let the whole audience stand up.

But one person can make the people present take the initiative to stand up. This influence can be called terrible, even if Fang Yun comes to the capital for the first time.

Those with gloomy faces looked even worse, and a few even sat down with a cold hum.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Fang Yun calmly walked forward, smiled and bowed back to the people on both sides.

When Fang was transported to the middle of the second floor, the people on the first floor had not yet sat down.

A torrent of spring thunder suddenly sounded.

"Good! It's worthy of being Fang Zhenguo. Not only one person subdues Qingguo and one Prefecture, but also everyone of the Chongyang Cultural Association!"

Fang Yun looked at the crowd on the first floor and saw a middle-aged man in white sword clothes smiling at himself. His smile was very kind.

The voice of discussion suddenly rose, and Fang Yun's ear sounded a buzzing sound like mosquitoes and flies.

"Who is that man? Why haven't you seen him? Jingguo will never have such Jinshi."

"I'm not from Jingguo. I dare to sow discord at this moment. At least I'm from the semi holy family."

"The man's Jinshi uniform doesn't seem to be from Qingguo, it seems to be from Jiaguo?"

"Jiaguo makes sense. The man has a lot of accessories. Except for the Lei family, other scholars don't like to wear messy things."

"Lei family? It's over. It's more difficult than ordinary semi holy aristocratic families. It's better to provoke the aristocratic family than the Lei family. When did Fang Yun offend such a big family? They say that it won't be long before the Lei family can become an aristocratic family. I'm afraid Fang Yun will be regarded as a thorn in the eye by the dragon family based on the relationship between the Lei family and the dragon family."

Without waiting for Fang Yun to speak, a familiar voice sounded in the crowd on the first floor.

"I don't know whether Fang Yun will press me or not. Once Nangong Daru comes, he must press our king country. Lei Yuanting, if I expected it right, is it your Lei family who invited Nangong Daru?"

Fang Yun looked carefully. It was Sai Shilang who went to Yuhai with the Empress Dowager's secret order that day. He was also an official from Jiangzhou.

"Our Lei family did invite Nangong Daru, but his old man came here just on his way, which has little to do with our Lei family. What I just said..."

"All right, everybody sit down." the voice of Cao De'an, the great scholar and right minister, came.

Lei Yuanting glanced at Fang Yun and sat down with the others.

Fang Yun bowed his hand for the last time, then took Yang Yuhuan's hand and continued to move forward.

The women present saw this scene and all showed envy. A man is willing to hold a woman's hand here, which is more intoxicating than any sweet words.

Those unmarried girls even have a vision in their eyes. I don't know whether they are looking forward to becoming Yang Yuhuan or want their future partner to take themselves to this place.

The road is in the middle, with tables and chairs on both sides.

Fang Yun glanced. Si Yueqing, the loyal dog and Assistant Minister of the left phase, Lei Yuanting and xiaoguogong, who wanted to sow discord, were all on the left, while Cao De'an and Sai Shilang, the right phase, were all sitting on the right.

At the nearest Wentai, there are five big tables on the left and right. Each table can seat ten people, but none of them is full.

Fang Yun stepped on the third floor. Everyone on the third floor didn't speak and stared at him silently.

The atmosphere at the scene became dull.

The road separating both sides is obviously very common, but in Fang Yun's eyes, it is like a natural graben gap that no one can cross.

Fang Yun was about to go to the right when he saw an old Hanlin in white and black plum clothes standing at the second table on the left. Fang Yun was a little stunned. He looked kind, but he had never seen him.

"I, Tong Luan, have seen Marquis Fang Wenhou. This table is vacant. It's better to come and sit here." the man, with a smile and gray temples, is a kind old man.

Fang Yun's eyes were tight. When the scholar tried, he gambled with a man named Tong Li about the broken text Palace. He was higher than who climbed the book mountain. Finally, he won, and Tong Li committed suicide. Tong Li's grandfather was Tong Luan. Zuo Shilang of the military department of Jingguo was second only to the Minister of the military department. He was a senior official of zhengsanpin. Like Fang Yun, he was "walking in the cabinet".

Fang Yun had heard that after Tong Li died, Tong Luan, the left waiter, left the capital to go south to enter Yuhai city. Finally, he was forced back by Li Wenying.

Tong Luan has made great achievements in war and killed countless people in Northern Xinjiang. He is the best candidate for the next Minister of the Ministry of war. He has great potential and has at least 15 years of official career.

Fang Yun sighed that Tong Luan was originally a neutral faction in the army, but because he couldn't avenge his grandson after being stopped by Li Wenying, he turned to the Zuo Xiang camp in anger to add strength to Zuo Xiangping.

At the moment, their hatred is as deep as the sea.

Fang Yun arched his hand and said, "Fang Yun has seen Lord Tong, but the wind is strong on the left. I'd better go to the Sai Shilang."

The people on the right stood up to welcome, and the atmosphere improved.

Cao De'an, the right phase at the first table on the right, smiled and said, "Fang Wenhou, just sit here."

Fang Yun smiled and said, "I really want to sit there, but unlike you, my wife is dead set. I'm not married with the one around me. I'm afraid she'll run away. I have to sit with her. It's inseparable."

Everyone laughed.

Cao De'an pointed to Fang Yun and said with a smile, "look at Fang Yun. What sounds good is a good man who loves his daughter-in-law. What sounds bad is a color embryo trapped in the gentle countryside!"

A great scholar nearby joked, "Cao Xiang, if you had a Beijing Xi Shi as your wife, your two legs might not have the strength to go up the mountain. On this point, Fang Yun is ten times better than you."

The people on the left and right burst into laughter.

Yang Yuhuan made a big red face, stamped his feet gently with shame, and secretly scolded a group of old hooligans in his heart.

Cao De'an smiled and didn't care. The other party said, "then take your Jiangzhou Xishi to the third table. There are few people there."

Fang Yun saw that the people at the first table and the second table were either senior officials in the capital or important figures of the semi holy family. Among them, there was a senior scholar of the Chen family whom Fang Yun had met. The people at the third table looked indifferent. Unlike people in officialdom, Fang Yun vaguely guessed that they should be several rich family owners, so he walked over with Yang Yuhuan.

Fang Yungang came to the table. The owners didn't wait to introduce themselves. A young man's tongue burst with spring thunder came from the banquet on the left.

"Tong Shilang's invitation to Fang Yun was rejected, so he went to the right and didn't come to the left. It's really sad for us. Why don't we fix the leader of the cultural conference at the left and right seats?"

Even Yang Yuhuan was surprised to see that "Ding Wenkui" was not a good thing. Generally, only when people from different countries were at the same cultural conference would they "fix Wenkui" before the cultural conference began.

Feuding families in the same country often decide the leader, but it is very rare to decide the leader at such a super large cultural conference.