Saint of the Confucian way

At the time of the battle in the East China Sea, the Spring Festival meeting was officially held in the distant holy courtyard.

The venue of Changhong academy has been properly arranged by the old students. The innermost part of the venue is a high platform, and in front of the high platform are tables. There are more students this year, with a total of nearly 5000. The scene is very lively.

In addition to the necessary literary waiters, all the audience were students, and there was no one with a high literary position.

The seats of the cultural conference were distributed according to the major schools. Fang Yun majored in Confucianism and was arranged in the northeast with other Confucian children. This time, he was not specially arranged ahead, but just arranged in an ordinary seat as an ordinary student.

This is a long-standing rule of the holy courtyard. Even if the eldest son of the Kongsheng family participates in the Spring Festival cultural meeting, he will not be famous for his privilege. He will be disturbed and assigned to the seats of his own schools.

There were name cards on each table, and Fang Yun went to the place where his name was written.

Along the way, many people looked to Fang Yun, but most of them were just simple greetings, which made the atmosphere of this cultural meeting more equal.

Fang Yun went to the table where his name was written on the paper. The other nine people at the table quickly stood up.

"I've seen Fang Xusheng!" they all greeted.

Fang Yun smiled back and said, "you're welcome. I'm just an ordinary new student in the holy Academy at the Spring Festival cultural meeting. I don't need to be polite. My classmate is incompetent and always comes and goes in a hurry in the Chongwen Academy. By the way, Duan Qing, do you have any results with the women of the Confucius family?"

They were stunned at first, then laughed and looked at Duan Qing, who turned red and was particularly surprised.

"Cough... Have you heard of this?" Duan Qing's tone was a little excited. Unexpectedly, Fang Yun knew his name and his affair.

Fang Yun sat down with a smile and said, "the whole Chongwen academy knows. I don't know. I heard that someone in the Confucius School palace is also chasing that woman. It seems that it's a bit unpleasant. Our students in the holy academy don't cause trouble, but we can't be afraid of it! If it's Wenbi, remember to call me. As a classmate, I have to wave flags and drums to cheer."

"Thank you, Fang Xusheng!" Duan Qing was more excited. He didn't expect Fang Yun to say this. Everyone knew it was polite, but Xu Sheng said this kind of polite words, which was the greatest courtesy for these ordinary students of the holy Academy. In ancient times, if Fang Yun was a vassal or monarch, Duan Qing might have accepted it and worshipped it, contributing to a good story.

Fang Yun then looked at the other person, smiled and said, "Tang Yu, your father is better? I know some good doctors in Kong Cheng. I can introduce you if necessary."

"Thanks for Fang Xusheng's care. My father is much better." Tang Yu looked at Fang Yun with great gratitude.

Then Fang Yun greeted the other nine people at the table one by one and called out their names. However, for a moment, the people who were not familiar with the table became lively.

Several older Jinshi nodded secretly. They felt that Fang Yun did not communicate with his classmates and was proud of his talents. But today I saw that this person is also first-class in other aspects. The reason why he doesn't attract his classmates is that he is really busy and disdains to do it.

As they were chatting, they saw several scholars walking towards the high platform in front of them.

Fang yunwang looked to the high platform.

Two Hanlin and a Jinshi stood on the high platform. Fang Yun recognized them and had a good relationship with himself.

One is Zhang Zhixing of Zhang Heng family in Jingguo. He was once the seventh son of the holy courtyard. Standing in the middle, he was obviously the host of the cultural conference. When he was on the Dragon platform and Jinshi hunting ground, Fang Yun fought side by side with him and had a deep friendship with him.

Many people secretly looked at Fang Yun. This time, Chongwen academy arranged Zhang Zhixing to preside over the cultural meeting. The intention was too obvious. It was obviously to help Fang Yun secretly to avoid being targeted at the cultural meeting.

Another Hanlin, also the seventh son of the holy Academy in that year, entered the Dragon climbing platform with Fang Yun, just like Zhang Zhixing. This person is sun Renbing of the strategist.

Many students looked at Zhang Zhixing curiously.

"According to the old rule of the Spring Festival literature society, 3000 new students have to write a poetry article. However, this is a spring festival literature society, not an ordinary literature society. Therefore, no matter who writes poetry articles, they must conform to Zhang Zhixing. When he finished, he suddenly showed a bad smile and said: "Since it's a Spring Festival cultural meeting, the tradition can't be lost. Therefore, if someone doesn't finish it or writes too badly, he will be punished. As for the punishment, it's very simple. Go to the most prosperous Xuefu street in kongcheng, shout 'I'm a pig' at the busiest time, and then hum twice."

There was a roar of laughter.

"It's too bad. I can't even watch it! I should shout twice!" one person laughed.

"Interesting. It will be a good story if Tangtang Jinshi or Hanlin shout like this in Kong City!"

Many new students can't laugh or cry. They all say that the Spring Festival Wen Hui is a big pit, but they didn't expect such a pit.

"We should work hard. After all, we should choose at least ten people!" Zhang Zhixing smiled.

The old students are happy and hearty. This is the real spring festival meeting.

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