Chapter 430

People keep climbing to the top of Yushan Mountain.

A servant holding a tray is moving here. There are small sachets on the pallet, and cornel is inserted in the sachet.

On the Double Ninth Festival, everyone should wear dogwood bags to ward off evil.

The servant went to Fang Yun and stood still. He didn't dare to disturb him.

The aroma of cornel and chrysanthemum spread on the top of Yushan Mountain, but no one cares about the smell of the festival. They only pay attention to the little Duke with spring thunder on his tongue.

Fang Yun looked at xiaoguogong, but xiaoguogong smiled at him, as if he were just saying trivial things.

Fang Yun knew that Nangong's great Confucianism was just the beginning, but he didn't expect that the small country guild would be the leader in this kind of cultural meeting.

All cultural conferences must have colorful heads. Most of them are announced before the cultural conference. Finally, the chief of the cultural conference will get the best reward, and the rest will get the later reward in turn.

If you decide the leader, you can choose the leader you think before the cultural meeting, take out more colorful heads, and finally the leader gets everything.

Different from ordinary colored heads, once the leader is determined, the colored head must be Wenbao, and if one party takes out a Wenbao, the other party must take out a similar Wenbao.

Generally speaking, the leader will return the colored head to his own party, while the other party's colored head can be included in the bag.

Most importantly, one party must admit in public that it is inferior to itself.

Fang Yun understands that the other party is not stupid enough to think that one cultural meeting can defeat him, but slowly creates one failure after another. When multiple failures are connected, they will be washed away by the flood like a collapsed dam.

Whether it is Nangong Daru or the Ding leader this time, it is only the beginning, but once this opening is made, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fang Yun looked at Xiao Guogong quietly. His breath was still stable, but he felt that the aroma of Cornus was more pungent.

The morning sun is rising higher and higher, but Yushan is getting colder and colder.

Some scholars looked at xiaoguogong angrily. The name of Nangong great Confucianism is well known. Fang Yun will lose if he competes with Nangong great Confucianism for Wen Kui.

That's not an ordinary scholar, but a prepared great scholar!

Fang Yun wanted to speak, but suddenly thought of something and didn't speak.

"What? Fang Wenhou is afraid?" the little Duke smiled.

Sai Shilang said, "the Duke of Xiaoguo is also a native of Jingguo. Why is Fang Yun critical? If it is spread all over Jingguo, the reputation of King Kang's house will be destroyed!"

The little Duke suddenly said: "Uncle Sai misunderstood me. I want to give the prize to Fang Yun, not to Nangong guru! The reason why I want to be the leader is that the state of Wu deceives people too much! Others say that Nangong guru will surely surpass Fang Yun. They say that Nangong guru will wipe out the face of our countrymen at the Chongyang cultural meeting, help Qing and those people of the state of Wu who have been broken by God's words. But I don't believe it! Today Next, the first person in poetry must be Fang Yun. Even if Nangong great Confucian is an old poet, he can't compare with Fang Yun! Jingguo will win! "

Those angry scholars gradually calmed down and looked at the little Duke with cold eyes. Unexpectedly, the little Duke was so mean.

"Xiao Guogong, are you serious?" a hoarse voice sounded.

Dressed in blue embroidered cloud University uniform, the man sat at the first table on the right with a golden knife. In front of others was a wine cup, while in front of him was a sea bowl.

Fang Yun looked at the great scholar from the side. His high hooked nose was very eye-catching.

Fang Yun didn't know this person, but when he saw this eagle nose, he immediately guessed that this person was general Zhou Junhu of Jingguo. He was second only to Grand Marshal in the army. He sat in the capital and mastered the most powerful imperial force of Jingguo and the military power of all fortresses, checkpoints and fortresses in the capital.

He was crazy before the age of 20. He was fond of killing demons and barbarians before the age of 40. After the age of 40, he cultivated himself and rarely spoke, but every time he spoke, it would make people frightened.

The last time he officially spoke in public was in the snow after the defeat of Jingguo last year, when he said a word to Zuo Xiang in front of the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

"If you meet nobody, you will be punished in your pen."

As soon as this was said, the snow turned into ice within a hundred miles of the capital, and all animals became extinct.

It is said that Zuo Xiang, who has always been calm, also turned pale. On that day, the censors of the supervisory yuan wrote letters to impeach Zhou Junhu, but until now he still sits firmly as a top general.

Someone once said that Li Wenying and Zhou Junhu must not be together, otherwise once they rise, they will dare to kill into the Dragon Palace.

After shaking his weight, he finally took a look at the people around him and said loudly, "nature is serious."

"You, don't go out of the capital."

All the potted plants in the cultural venue exploded, and the chrysanthemum petals of different colors flew into the sky and scattered everywhere.

After a gust of wind, the little Duke's black robe broke into silk thread and flew in the sky with chrysanthemum petals.

Xiao Guogong was pale, but he still stood, but his chin was half an inch lower than before.

"OK!" some people couldn't help whispering.

The assistant minister, Yueqing, patted the table and said in a deep voice, "Zhou Junhu, as a general and great scholar of Jingguo, should kill a national Duke and royal family. What crime should you commit?"

Zhou Junhu raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, how dare you catch me?"

"You..." Si Yueqing was too angry to speak.

Zhou Junhu gave siyueqing a cold look, poured himself a bowl of wine and drank it up.

"Jingguo university scholars can't do anything else. They bully children very badly!" a white robed scholar sneered.

"Uncle..." xiaoguogong looked at the people around him gratefully.

Zhou Junhu glanced at the man and drank himself.

"It seems that you know you're wrong," said the humanitarian.

Zhou Junhu didn't seem to hear it.

A Hanlin general at the fourth table on the right smiled and said, "you Jian Ming also speak with general Zhou? Fool! General Zhou doesn't speak because you were born in a semi holy family and everything is far better than us. You're just a Jinshi at such an old age. You're just a bag of wine and rice!"

"You..." Jian Ming said, gritting his teeth, and then suddenly looked at Fang Yun, "Fang Zhenguo, dare you decide the leader!"

Many Jingguo people sighed helplessly. Nangong's great Confucianism will undoubtedly win. Fang Yun can't make Nangong's great Confucianism the leader. If he dares to make himself the leader, he will lose a cultural treasure. If he dares not, he will lose his courage.

Fang Yun slowly took out Wen Baozhen's gall Qin and said, "my sister Yuhuan decided to make me the leader. Give me this Qin as a colored head. If you can get the Hanlin Wenbao, you can decide the leader with me, or you won't lose Jane's face here!"

Jian Ming smiled and said, "you're just raising people. You can only use Jinshi's Wen Baoqin. This Qin is not worth Hanlin's Wen Bao."

"Oh, you didn't know there was thunder stone paint on the piano." Fang Yun said.

Jian Ming was stunned. If the Jinshi Wen Baoqin had Minglei stone paint, its value would be much higher than that of Hanlin Wen Bao, which is almost equivalent to half a bachelor Wen Bao.

There are several imperial treasures available from the semi holy family, but there are few imperial treasures. As a member of the Jian Sheng family resident in Jingguo, Jian Ming has only two imperial treasures, and one of them does not belong to him. Once the job of resident in Jingguo is over, he must hand over one Imperial treasure.

"But so." Fang Yun is about to put away the vibration gall organ.

Jian Ming suddenly stood up and said, "what's the matter with you? I'll take Nangong Leng, a great Confucian in the kingdom of martial arts, as the leader!"