Saint of the Confucian way

At noon, Fang Yun went home and had lunch as usual, as if he didn't remember Zhang Jing'an's son at all.

In the afternoon, Fang Yun continued to work. After finishing with Lao Guo, he got home at more than 9 p.m.

These physical activities are very simple for each other. Whether he is a soldier, a pavilion leader or a foot tilted head, it has little impact on him. Most of the time, he is immersed in the world of strange books and keeps learning.

With the deepening of his study, Fang Yun feels that he is getting closer and closer to a bachelor. He can be promoted to a bachelor in two months at most. Now he is less than two years away from his promotion to Hanlin.

After dinner, Fang Yun continued to read until late at night, when the door of Zhang's house rang softly.

Zhang Jing'an walked into the yard. He was about to go back to his bedroom, but he saw the night pearl shining in his father's study.

Through the glazed window, Zhang Jing'an looked at the light of the night pearl and Fang Yun's figure. He was stunned. He found that every time he got up at night, he could see his father reading and studying.

Recalling these days, Zhang Jing'an remembered that his father occasionally looked distracted when he was in the army or working. At the same time, his lips moved gently. At that time, he didn't care, but now he knows that his father should have been silently reciting the holy classics at that time.

In Zhang Jing'an's heart, only his grandfather Zhang Wankong is tall and mighty, just like an immortal statue standing in his heart. Zhang Hua has described him as an omnipotent hero, while the appearance of his father Zhang Longxiang is extremely vague. No matter who mentions it, it is completely covered up by Zhang Wankong's light.

At this moment, the image of Zhang Jingan's father became concrete.

"This is a scholar who works harder and harder than his grandfather..."

Zhang Jing'an was ashamed. At the same time, he thought of the girl he had seen during the day.

Zhang Jing'an walked back to his room quickly, but he couldn't sleep anyway. What happened these days flashed in his mind. Every time he wanted to sleep, his sleep would be dispersed by the girl's eyes.

The girl was the granddaughter of Pinghai Hou. Her father and Zhang Longxiang joked after drinking that if they had children, they would form an in laws, which was almost a marriage.

But now, one is a noble girl like a princess, and the other is a street boy pulling a dung cart.

Zhang Jingan can't bear this gap.

In the early morning, Zhang Jing'an still couldn't sleep. He was so hungry that he looked like Venus. He was upset. He had to get up and walk around the house to get ready to drink some water.

Wenqu stars hang high in the sky, snow stars become silver, and the silent winter night is full of different beauty.

The night pearl in the study is still bright.

Zhang Jing'an stared blankly until he couldn't stand the cold. He quickly ran into the study, closed the door, rubbed his hands gently, and kept breathing.

Fang Yun put down his book, raised his head and looked at Zhang Jing'an with calm eyes.

Zhang Jing'an took a look at his father. He looked ashamed and pretended to be very natural. He asked, "it's so cold. Why don't you let your servants prepare a brazier?"

"I'm Hanlin. This weather can't freeze me. Why don't you sleep?" Fang Yun asked.

"Can't sleep." Zhang Jing'an said.

"Will you continue to work tomorrow?" Fang Yun's tone was a little strange.

Zhang Jing'an looked at Fang Yun and was silent. He stood clearly, but he felt a detachment in the eyes of the person sitting. He seemed to stand on the top of the mountain and look down on himself, but he didn't feel uncomfortable.

"I... don't really want to do it." Zhang Jingan's words almost squeezed out of his teeth, and his face gradually turned red.

"If I don't do this, I'll have a better business. I'll earn a lot more than this business. It's easy to earn a few hundred liang of silver a month and more on New Year's festivals." Fang Yun said.

Zhang Jing'an would have been very excited, but now he just showed a little curiosity and asked, "what business?"

"I'll take you, you take the bowl and go to the big families in Jingzhou City to beg and beg." Fang Yun said expressionless.

Zhang Jing'an instinctively remembered the scene that happened today and the girl's eyes. Her face turned red.

"You..." Zhang Jing'an was speechless.

"If you don't tilt your feet, I can only take you as a beggar." Fang Yun said.

"You are a noble Lord of the Pearl River and a human scholar. You can save face and be a beggar?" Zhang Jing'an asked.

"I can even be a beggar. What's a beggar?" Fang Yunman didn't care.

The cold wind howled outside the window and the study fell into silence.

Zhang Jing'an sat down opposite Fang Yun.

Gollum

Zhang Jing'an was very embarrassed. He coughed and said, "I don't work. I can read."

Fang Yun's cold voice came from the study: "do whatever you want. Who do you think you are? Are you the king of heaven, Lao Tzu, or the half saint of the human race!"

The whole study was buzzing.

Zhang Jingan's face turned white, and his heart sank deeply. He thought he had a way back. He really couldn't stand the pain. It's a big deal to go to school and study for more than ten years. Maybe he could become a child. When this rebellious father dies, he will be the Marquis of the Pearl River. No matter what, he will have no worries for his life.

However, these words seemed to break something, and Zhang Jingan fell into endless panic.

Zhang Jing'an looked up carefully and found that his father was particularly indifferent. Obviously, he was only separated by a table, but he seemed to be separated by a mountain, as if he were separated in two circles.

Zhang Jingan's heart is filled with regret. With the passage of time, this regret becomes more and more intense, and even forms an unprecedented hatred for himself. He hates his stupidity, arrogance and blindness.

I know that reading is the best way out, but I am angry, escape, delusion, and finally suffer all kinds of hardships. I not only accomplish nothing, but even the last retreat is cut off.

Fang Yun put a fist sized jade on the table. Most of the jade are like stones, but sometimes there are one or two bright jade colors.

After this piece of jade appeared in the study, Zhang Jingan only felt his mind was very clear. After taking a breath, he could even fill his stomach. He didn't feel hungry, and his negative emotions gradually decreased.

"This is the talent jade I got from the secret room of Gou family. I decided to find a craftsman to polish it and give it to you. However, you disappointed me." Fang Yun said and took away the talent jade.

The light in Zhang Jing'an's eyes faded with the disappearance of the talent jade. The talent jade seemed to take everything away from him, empty his body and inject something called "regret".

Talent jade is as important as semi holy Wen Bao to any scholar in the literary world. As long as you get it, people will become smart. No matter how lazy they are, they will be inspired by talent jade and become excellent students.

There is a saying in the literary circle of Kong Shengwen that even if a pig gets a talent jade, it can be admitted as a scholar.

Zhang Jingan couldn't believe that he had a chance to get talent jade and gave up foolishly.

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