Saint of the Confucian way

Ci Jun looked at the three foot nine inch talent in Guan Shanyue and said with a helpless smile: "only the wrong name, no wrong nickname. Fang Zhenguo, Fang Zhenguo, this nickname is really convincing. The two poems will be Zhenguo soon."

"Hum, I'll see how they press Fang Yun!" the old bachelor Kong snorted coldly.

For two consecutive poems, Mingzhou is near Zhenguo, and Fang Yun has become the only focus of Surabaya.

Some people recite two poems in a low voice, or discuss praise in a low voice, or explore the artistic conception of allusions.

A few people also observed Fang Yun and Gongyang patrol as if they were trying a case. They suspected that the two Jingguo people had jointly created an incident and set up a bureau to publicize the name of the article.

Most people are convinced that Gongyang patrol is taking the opportunity to make it difficult for Fang Yun. Even cijun doesn't dare to help others write poems. If he doesn't do well, it must be a scandal.

Liu Zizhi immediately said with a smile, "the name of Fangzhen is true! With the help of this poem, I haven't lost the face of our people in Jingguo. Thank Fangzhen for helping. Zizhi is very grateful! There are many people in Jingguo this time. I don't know if you can help them one by one. Brother Wu, you are a great talent in Jingdu. You don't want Fangyun to help you because you are jealous of Fangyun's name?"

He saw a man coming over with a smile and said, "Zizhi, why do you arrange me like this? Do I look like a person who is jealous of virtue and ability? Fang maocai, if I ask you for help, will you help me?"

Fang Yun looked at Wu Ju with a smile and asked, "Wu family, one of the eight giants in Jingguo?"

"Surname Wu, name line, is the rich Wu family." Wu Xing said.

Fang Yun turned his head and said, "brother Fanming, please help me remember that there is a Gongyang family, a Liu family and a Wu family. I help these three families write poetry. When I go to the capital in the future, I have to ask for a happy money."

The atmosphere of Surabaya courtyard is more dignified. Many people are already angry. The three people are asking for poetry too much. Today's poetry meeting can continue, but after the poetry meeting is over, Fang Yun must make this account clear!

Li Fanming immediately said, "I've written it down! When you finish asking for the wedding money, I'll ask for it again!"

Zuyuan riverway on one side: "in a few days, I'll ask some of my uncles and brothers to ask Gongyang's friends for happy money in the holy yard."

The ram Patrol's eyes flashed and soon recovered calm.

A man sitting behind a single table said, "I haven't had a literary fight in the holy yard for many days. Tomorrow I'll compete with Gongyang's literary friends."

The ram Patrol's face finally changed.

Surabaya courtyard was in an uproar. He was a member of Yasheng aristocratic family and the nephew of Zeng's family owner. The inheritance methods of Zeng's son and Zeng's family include "saving body" and "cautious independence".

Shendu means that even if you are alone and unsupervised, you should abide by your own ideas and behaviors. You should be more polite and cautious in the public like the Mid Autumn Festival literary society. It is impossible to speak wildly, but Gongyang patrol forced such Zeng family members to say that they want to fight with each other, which is almost to the point of thousands of people.

Liu Zizhi was more calm than the ram patrol at the moment, and his eyes were full of decisions that no one else had.

Wu Xing looked at Gongyang patrol in embarrassment. Gongyang patrol narrowed his eyes and flashed a fierce look in his eyes.

Wu Xing sighed, reached into the carton and took out a note with two words: Chang'e.

Wu Xing was guilty and said, "Houyi shooting at the sun and Chang'e running to the moon are ancient myths, and they are common in chanting the moon. Unfortunately, I can't think of how to write a good poem for the moment. Please help Fang maocai."

Fang Yun looked at Wu Xing, nodded and said, "looking at the moon and thinking of the future" wrote about the rise of the moon. The first song of Guan Shanyue wrote about the mid sky of the moon. Then this third song wrote about the scene of the fall of the moon, called "sigh Chang'e", to make the moon shine all night! "

Fang Yun finished and picked up his pen to write.

The candle shadow on the mica screen is deep, the river is falling, and the dawn stars are sinking.

Chang'e should regret stealing elixir, blue sea and blue sky.

Once the famous poems of the great poet Li Shangyin came out, their talent passed three feet again, and the three poems of the Mid Autumn Festival sang in the same state.

"Rustle..." the branches of the ancient tree shook again and the leaves fell.

Ci Jun read with spring thunder as before. When they heard the first two sentences, they knew that they were writing about the night scene. The light and shadow of the candle fell on the mica screen and became darker and darker, and the Milky way and stars in the sky began to fall together. The bright moon was no exception.

After listening to the last two sentences, the people praised in their hearts. This was about Chang'e regretting stealing Hou Yi's divine medicine for immortality, but in the end, only blue sea and blue sky accompanied her heart.

"It's a worthwhile trip to spend one night on humanity!" cijun smiled and praised with joy.

Li Shangyin was the first love poem in the Tang Dynasty. When this poem became a success, most people were still immersed in Chang'e's regret, but many people have seen that Fang Yun's intention is hidden in this poem.

Fang Yun must let Gongyang Xun and Liu Zizhi and other people who hurt him regret all their lives like Chang'e!

Someone spoke in a low voice and spread it all over the audience a moment later. Everyone heard the implication in this poem and looked at Xiang Fangyun together to prove it.

Fang Yun put down his brush, looked around like a chicken, and finally looked at Liu Zizhi and Gongyang patrol.

"Who else!"

Fang Yun's voice was clear and intense, like war drums and bugles, with great momentum. After three words, it seemed as if there were thousands of troops and horses. Gongyang Xun and Liu Zizhi were frightened and dared not face Fang Yun.

No response.

The Master Kong suddenly snorted and said, "the bright moon is bright. It's humiliating for such an unbearable person to be present! Get out!"

When he waved his big sleeve, a strong wind gushed out like sea waves. More than a dozen people, such as Liu Zizhi and Gongyang patrol, were blown out and fell heavily outside the door.

Everyone whispered and exclaimed that he was worthy of the Kong family. No matter what the Gongyang patrol was, he was also the eldest son of the semi holy family. If he told him to roll, let him roll. Only the Kong family had such courage in the world.

The ram patrol looked pale, sighed and turned away.

Liu Zizhi looked back at Fang Yun, then lowered his head, clenched his hands into fists and left in a hurry.

"Wen Hui will continue," said bachelor Kong.

However, no one came forward to write poetry. Some talked about three poems, some were discussing the white hot struggle between Jingguo and Qingguo, some were laughing at Gongyang Patrol's dizziness, but others were exploring the deep meaning behind Gongyang Patrol's doing so.

Fang Yun collected the originals of the three poems and returned to the long table.

A dozen people at the same table were very excited and discussed Fang Yun's three poems fiercely.

Fang Yun secretly thought about the attitude of the Gongyang family. Li Fanming sighed in a low voice: "Alas, the Gongyang family is really confused. At this moment, it should be closed to protect itself like the Ji family. How can it be so confused."

"Protect yourself?" Fang Yun felt a sudden sensation. Then he realized that if the Gongyang family really wanted to be the enemy against him, after the Three Character Classic was on the front page of the holy way, the Gongyang family owner would never personally send a letter to him inviting him to attend the Gongyang family's cultural meeting, and there was no need to be embarrassed in such a place as the Mid Autumn Festival poetry meeting. He would certainly mobilize all his strength to target him in Jingguo.

"I see. Eggs can't be put in the same basket. There should be a dispute within Gongyang family. Gongyang family used to be friends with the miscellaneous family of Qingguo and Zuo Xiang, but the holy way is written in the Three Character Classic After the front page, Jingguo's status has been greatly improved. The power of the miscellaneous families in Qingguo has weakened, and there are different voices in Gongyang's family. Therefore, Gongyang's family leader makes friends with me first, and does not prevent Gongyang's patrol from embarrassing me. Finally, no matter who wins or loses, Gongyang's family can punish one party and have the other party to protect. "

Fang Yun understood in his heart.

"This is the sorrow of the declining semi holy family. However, this Gongyang patrol is not wronged at all. I'm afraid he is the power against me on behalf of the Gongyang family. He should have known that I had a conflict with the fierce king and decided that I would lose, so he rushed to the holy ruins to show that their Gongyang family actually supports the miscellaneous families of the Qing state. After the Qing state annexed the Jing state, he can integrate smoothly Qingguo's aristocratic family. "

Fang Yun was thinking and suddenly felt that the surroundings were quiet. Then the whole Surabaya courtyard was quiet, and everyone looked at himself and his side.

Fang Yun turned his head in doubt. Cijun smiled at himself and hurriedly stood up.

"I think things are out of my mind. I didn't notice you coming. I hope you will forgive me." Fang Yun quickly bowed his hands. The other party is one of the four talents and a great scholar of our generation. He had a good attitude towards himself just now and can't be ignored.

Ci Jun smiled and joked, "are you thinking about the Jinshi Wenbao and the fake dragon ball?"

The crowd laughed.

Fang Yun blinked and asked, "doesn't it count to help others? I'm really qualified to win the lottery?"

Ci Jun immediately pointed to Fang Yun and smiled at Mr. Kong and others: "look at Fang maocai. He's cheap and good. Several adults, tell me, if Fang Yun doesn't win the first prize in this cultural meeting, who dares to take it? Come on, who wants to stand up. I'll ask Fang Yun to write three poems for you and write tomorrow's sunrise and sunset!"

Many people laughed again.

Master Kong said with a smile, "I've never heard of three poems in a row. If anyone grabs this leader, I'll drive him out first!"

Ci Jun said again, "Fang Yun, I'm worried that you're going to the holy ruins tomorrow. Any of these three poems can compete for the Wen Kui at the Mid Autumn Festival literary meeting in the holy ruins. You did it today. What do you do tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow's business will be discussed tomorrow. We can't have tomorrow until today." Fang Yun said.

"You are open-minded. Today's Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting will open my eyes. I didn't want to attend tomorrow's holy ruins Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting, but now I change my mind and have to go! I will send a book to the other three people and ask them to come to this rare event. Fang Zhenguo, if your poetry tomorrow is not as good as today, don't blame the four of us for dismantling your platform!" Ci Jun smiled.

Before Fang Yun could speak, everyone was excited.

"Really? The four talents will gather tomorrow? Lord cijun, don't lie to us!"

"In addition to the four talents selected that year, the four talents have not gathered together. Then we have to wait today, so as not to be far away from a good position!"

"Fang Yun, it's really worth your three poems to bring together four talents!"

"Fang Mingzhou, why don't you just write another poem, collect four, and correspond with the four talents one by one!"

"Yes! Write quickly, or we won't let you out of the gate of Surabaya!"

The crowd began to coax.

Fang Yun said with a smile, "I will write a poem for the holy ruins Literary Association anyway. Tomorrow's song will be the fourth one. How about it in the name of all four talents?"

"OK!" the crowd cheered.