Minister Fang Is Most Excellent

Three feet six inches of orange Literary Qi floated above it—a State-Ringing poem.

Ao Huang was not a dragon with much tact. Hearing only sparse applause and not a single comment, he flew into a rage.

"Why is no one cheering for such a good poem? What a wonderful artistic conception! 'The finest sight of spring is just at this time, far surpassing the smoky willows filling the capital'—the meaning is obvious. Right now is the best time of spring, better than a capital blanketed in misty willows. How wonderful! Have your eyes been blinded by the spring rain?"

Fang Yun shot Ao Huang a look. Ao Huang froze, his two huge dragon eyes rolling as he realized something was wrong with the atmosphere. He obediently coiled himself on the chair and looked toward Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao dipped her finger in clear water and wrote the character "Liu" on the table.

Ao Huang suddenly understood and cried happily, "Fang Yun truly is amazing! I never expected this poem to conceal such profound mystery. Good! Even better!"

The Left Prime Minister's faction had secretly been smug just moments ago. By leveraging the military's deployment, they had completely obtained control over Ning'an County's military power and further restricted Fang Yun. Yet Fang Yun had struck back with poetry, making them lose all face.

What mattered was that the counterattack had come too quickly. Many people analyzed the poem from another angle and found it extraordinarily sharp.

"Heaven Street's light rain moistens like crisp butter" clearly referred to a changing sky over the capital, while "the grass seems visible from afar, yet vanishes up close," together with the latter lines, insinuated that the Left Prime Minister's faction looked powerful but had in fact lost the greater tide—strong on the outside, hollow within.