Saint of the Confucian way

As a result, there was a spectacular scene in which the whole people wrote poems. The number of poems on the discussion list soared. Many people even wrote a song that was not enjoyable and kept writing.

Soon, some scholars in Jingguo found that some scholars in Qingguo were making trouble in secret.

Some scholars in the Qing Dynasty deliberately blew Fang Yun to heaven, so they sent names to say that Fang Yun's power oppressed the saints.

Some scholars in Qingguo deliberately commented on the inferior poems of those who were not even children, and laughed at how ridiculous those who praised Fang Yun were.

Not long ago, some people of Jingguo Party passed these messages to the high level of Jingguo.

Li Wenying is presiding over the cultural conference. After receiving the news, he glances over the seats of scholars in Qingguo and finds that those great scholars or university scholars are good, and those scholars with low literary positions are already laughing at Fang Yun or scholars in Jingguo.

Li Wenying first presided over the meeting normally. During the break, the conversation turned and smiled: "This cultural conference covers ten countries all over the world. It is inevitable that there are good and bad people inside and outside the world. Then, you present will act as a big wave and wash out the sediment. Next, I will select some wonderful poems from the list, and you will choose the first of the wonderful flowers. Li will issue a hundred liang of silver to help him go back to school."

As soon as many people heard this kind of thing seemed interesting, they coaxed Li Wenying to read out those wonderful poems quickly for everyone's enjoyment.

Li Wenying coughed softly and said, "I just took a distracted look at the discussion list and saw a poem that makes me want to laugh. I'll read it to you. Please listen..."

"Fang Yun is really good, as high as the mountain; I want to eat holy apricots, and I will be hanged soon!"

Li Wenying deliberately didn't speak the last word clearly and recited it in Jiangzhou dialect, but the readers present immediately knew that the original word was "cock" with the prefix of corpse.

The scene was quiet and then roared with laughter.

Some scholars who were drinking and drinking tea couldn't control it. They gushed out, and there was a lot of puffing on the conference hall.

"Talent!" a group of scholars laughed and scolded.

A strategist scholar whispered, "even if he eats 10000 holy apricots, he can't become a hanging, but a hair!"

During Li Wenying's poetry reading, many party scholars began to look for all kinds of wonderful poems.

After everyone laughed, Li Wenying said, "next, I'll read the second wonderful poem. Please listen..."

"Fang Yun roared and everyone followed; Fang Yun ignored you and you are a ball!"

Many readers clapped the table and laughed back and forth.

The ball is completely connected with the hanging. Hearing such a poem read by a great Confucian at such an elegant literary meeting forms a great contrast and makes people laugh.

In fact, in private or small-scale literary meetings, there are many vulgar jokes or poems. Everyone laughs at them. No one will shout to fight and kill. This literary meeting suddenly has such jokes, and everyone just laughs.

Li Wenying shook his head and said, "Li has a long experience today. I'm from Shengyuan continent. There are a lot of talents. However, since the whole people write poetry, my talent and learning are limited, and it's valuable to be willing to participate, we should not be too harsh. They are not good at learning, and we can't make a mountain out of a molehill. OK, I'll choose another wonderful poem..."

Many people thought that this was one of the regular programs of the holy apricot club, but only a few people understood that Li Wenying's words broke the idea that some people wanted to take the opportunity to ridicule Fang Yun, or they would make a mountain out of a molehill, or they would make a mountain out of a molehill. Moreover, those who laughed because of these poems were skillfully incorporated into their own camp by Li Wenying, and everyone laughed, just feeling that they were happy It's harmless. If anyone attacks Fang Yun with these wonderful poems, it's tantamount to blaming the person who has laughed.

Many scholars in Jingguo know this one after another, and especially admire Li Wenying. Li Wenying reads vulgar poems in public, which is likely to be recorded by people with ulterior motives and even historians, and become a small stain.

However, Li Wenying doesn't care.

Li Wenying resolved the potential crisis and the conference continued.

Suddenly, Zong Xueyan, a scholar of the University, got up, first hugged his fists in all directions, and then his tongue burst. Chunlei said: "The holy apricot is made of Fang Xusheng. It's natural and natural that this meeting focuses on chanting Fang Xusheng. However, I find that you have entered a misunderstanding. Why should you praise Fang Yun? As long as it's a fair evaluation, it can also be regarded as positive. Fang Xusheng himself said that" if there is something, change it, and if there is nothing, encourage it ". It can be seen that Fang Xusheng is willing to accept criticism. Therefore, Zong implored you Don't flatter Fang Xusheng blindly. Once you flatter him too much, you will become a supporter. It's also for his good to properly point out some shortcomings of Fang Xusheng. If he can correct it, he must go further. It's a blessing for the human race! "

Zong Xueyan finished and sat down carelessly.

The meeting site was suddenly quiet, and a few scholars were rude to ridicule Zong Xueyan, but it was inconvenient to crack spring thunder with their tongue. After all, Zong Xueyan's words stood on the moral commanding height and were right.

Many defenders of Fangyun did not immediately export. First, they wanted to avoid being caught. Second, they wanted to act according to the circumstances to see what Zongjia or Qingguo were going to do.

At this time, one of the scholars in Qingguo had a young Jinshi's tongue, and Chunlei said, "sword eyebrow, would you like to give me a word, is this article only allowed to boast about Fang Xusheng, or can we be allowed to make a fair evaluation? If you say that this article only allows boasting about Fang Xusheng, then I won't stay here."

Many people looked at the young Jinshi, who was the number one scholar in Qingguo last year.

Li Wenying looked coldly and said slowly: "Young Jinshi, if I send a coffin on your father's birthday and say that people will die, they will need a coffin. What would you do? The holy apricot culture will start from dividing apricots. Most of the holy apricots are distributed to the human scholars by Fang Yun free of charge. Such a generous person and such a kind and righteous person can write a text and write a poem at home. You can all go to the wall of Fang's house and gossip about simplicity I always read the Analects of Confucius Scold Kong Sheng, scold Zhongni with talent, no tutor, no upbringing! This holy apricot culture club is originally the Culture Club of Fang Yun. He thought that he was of the same ethnic group and did not prohibit Qingguo people from entering the culture club. Instead, he gave you reasons for pointing fingers and pointing fingers? I Li Wenying said here, since you don't want to stay and get out of the holy apricot culture club, I Li Wenying don't welcome you! I'll give you a hundred breath to get out of here After the rest, I, Li Wenying, will kill all the uninvited guests! "

Wow

Countless scholars in Jingguo got up and stared at the top scholar Feng Mo in Qingguo.

A strong sense of war soared over the Academy, which was a sign of the unity of scholars in Jingguo.

In Yueyanglou literary academy, Li Wenying is the master of this place. He controls the power of the holy temple. If he wants to kill people, even if all Qingguo people work together, he can't stop it.

Many Qingguo people looked iron green. Some Qingguo people stood up and glared at Li Wenying and those Jingguo people.

"I'm glad that scholars in our country don't lose the world! There are no people here, but there are people!" Feng Mo said and got up and walked out.