Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun sat in the carriage and was getting closer and closer to Yueyang Tower. Along the way, he heard people in Jingguo scolding Zhang Longxiang and interpreted "viewing Dongting Lake to celebrate the king" and "climbing Yueyang Tower" from various angles.

However, Fang Yun couldn't help laughing at the biographies in the official seal of the Pearl River government, including Lei's family, Zong's family and Qingjun's handwritten biographies. If these contents were spread to the outside world, they would certainly form a big earthquake in the discussion list and make a large number of people laugh and faint at the same time.

Not long ago, the carriage stopped thirty feet away from Yueyang Tower.

A Jinshi general walked to the door and whispered, "I inform the governor that according to the rules of the cultural society, you can't take a carriage within 100 feet of Yueyang Tower, but can only walk. Are you..."

"OK, I'll get off here."

Fang Yun said, put away his official seal, opened the door curtain and stepped on the ground.

The noon sun was strong, Fang Yun narrowed his eyes slightly and returned to normal. Under the sun, the Yueyang Tower with golden tiles and red walls was particularly eye-catching.

Fang Yun turned and looked back. He saw soldiers lined up and blocked the road. Not far away, there were a large number of people, including Xiangzhou people and foreign talents.

Seeing Fang yunwang towards them, those people cheered excitedly and waved desperately.

"Good night, my Lord!"

"Fangzhen country will win!"

"Fang Xusheng will be able to press the literary world!"

Fang Yun was helpless. He was just an empty saint. Shengan's words were really inappropriate.

Fang Yun bowed to the crowd and turned to Yueyang Tower.

Yueyang Tower is the gate tower of the city wall. There are stairs leading to the city wall on both sides. The people respect the left. Therefore, according to the etiquette and law, Fang Yun should climb the stairs on the left.

Before Fang Yun went upstairs, he saw many people behind the wall.

A man shouted, "governor Fang, Zhang Mingzhou has written two good poems in a row. If you don't write one and kill him, how can you go upstairs?"

Fang Yun looked up and saw that the speaker was Jiang Hechuan, the literary minister.

Next to Jiang Hechuan, there are all purple robes. There are Chen Mingding and Zhang Hu often seen by Fang Yun, Wu Jiu and he Qionghai who have contacted in the holy courtyard, and Tian Songshi, a stupid scholar who has been honed and returned. In addition, there are familiar scholars, such as ye Hongyu, Zhou Qingtian and so on.

There are also some great scholars in other countries who have only seen Fang Yun in the public opinion and are not familiar with him.

This lineup, not to mention guarding Yueyang Tower, can make the demon world chaotic for a while when it is placed on the two mountains.

On both sides of those great Confucians, there are several people who do not wear purple robes, such as Wu Jun, who is wearing a lifting suit, and Mizhou pastoral chronicles, who has not been promoted to a bachelor, because Sai Zhixue is a senior official of the state of Jing. Even a bachelor is qualified to stand on the Yueyang Tower to participate in the meeting before the cultural conference.

Fang Yun was not polite either. He looked up and said with a smile, "Mr. Hechuan, are you helping me cheer up or helping Zhang Longxiang embarrass me?"

"I'm avoiding suspicion and treating everyone equally! Before Zhang Longxiang ascended the Yueyang Tower, he wrote a good poem 'the southeast of Wu and Chu cracks, and the heaven and earth float day and night'. You must write a good poem before you ascend the tower." Jiang Hechuan said.

Those great Confucians all smiled and nodded, and even a few agreed with Jiang Hechuan, just kidding.

"People's hearts are not ancient. If they don't help others, they help outsiders..." Fang Yun shook his head gently.

"Hurry up, we can't keep our old arms and legs waiting. Can you bear it?" Jiang Hechuan began to rely on the old to sell the old.

"Fang Xusheng, in those years, you could make a poem in a hundred steps. This time, in the process of climbing the stairs, you must be able to write a good poem and press Zhang Longxiang!"

Stupid Confucian Tian Songshi said, "it's not that I don't face you. You can't be overwhelmed by the momentum of Zhang Longxiang before Wenbi! Zhang Longxiang is' shaking Yueyang City '!"

The people on the tower laughed.

Fang Yun gently shook his head. Along the way, those ordinary scholars were all in full readiness. They completely regarded Zhang Longxiang as the enemy, but these great scholars had different horizons and minds. They didn't value the victory or defeat of the cultural conference. Whether Fang Yun won or lost, they were expected.

Their status and level, there is no need to care about the outcome of this cultural association, but they are also people and have their own attitude. Since they come here, they are already supporting Fang Yun.

Those ordinary scholars make a clear analysis of the victory or defeat of the Wen Hui, but in the eyes of these great scholars, Fang Yun can make a comeback even if he loses, and he can never be completely defeated, so there is no need to worry at all. Some great Confucians even hope that the party will transport once, and think that this is a good thing for the other party.

As Fang Yun walked to the stairs, he said, "I may disappoint you today. Today, I only write Wenbi poetry set by Zhang Longxiang. If Zhang Longxiang doesn't have the title of Wenbi poetry, I'm not going to write poetry. Of course, I will write something."

"That's all. Wenbi couldn't force you before. Come and have a drink with us old guys." Jiang Hechuan said.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "why did you drink before the cultural meeting began?"

"If you don't come, we can't wait. It's fun for several old friends to make wine orders and drink a few cups together in the clear wind and autumn. Unfortunately, we're late and didn't see you meet Qingjun." Jiang Hechuan's eyes are full of smiles.

Many great Confucians on the tower laughed unkindly. The things of "third rate Qingjun" and "unparalleled benevolence and righteousness" have spread all over the world. There has been no matter that the monarch has become a laughing stock for many years.

"Qing Jun... Should have been following me. It's almost there." Fang Yun looked at the east of the city on the stairs.

Sure enough, the motorcade of Qing Jun and Gu Jun had stopped and reached the Yueyang Tower area. Qing Jun and Gu Jun got off the carriage first, and some great scholars such as Zong Ganyu, the patriarch, also got off one after another.

Although Zong Ganyu and others participated in welcoming Qingjun, they never came forward to speak. That kind of small scene is not worth their shot.

Fang Yun glanced at them with a smile, gently nodded his head, finally looked at Qingjun's hat, and then turned back to continue climbing the city.

Qingjun and Gujun stopped and waited until the great scholars came behind them before they came to Yueyang Tower together.

At this time, everyone also saw that Qing Jun had changed his crown. It was no longer the flat sky crown officially worn by the monarch, but an ordinary hair crown.

Most of the great Confucians looked the same, but some people in Jingguo smiled unabashedly.

Jiang Hechuan bowed his hand to Qingjun and said, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience Qingjun encountered in Baling city."

Qing officials behind Qing Jun almost rolled their eyes. They all said that Jiang Hechuan was a gentleman and polite even in the face of enemy people. Now it's good to expose Qing Jun's scars as soon as they met. It's absolutely intentional. Jiang Hechuan's mind will never be stupid enough to say such words carelessly.

Obviously, Jiang Hechuan's dissatisfaction was also caused by the worship of Qingjun of sandiao pingtianguan and Qingjiang firm.

Qingjun looked gloomy and said, "Mr. Hechuan is polite. Jingguo is located in a remote place and has a weak literary style. It has done a good job to hold such a grand event for the first time."

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