Saint of the Confucian way

"I've seen my aunt." Fang Runli said hello.

"They are all from their own family. Don't be so polite. Sit down quickly." the second lady smiled and motioned Fang Yun to sit down, while she sat down in a superior master's chair.

The eldest lady didn't sit at the top, but walked over with a smile, went directly to Yang Yuhuan, took Yang Yuhuan's hand and said with a smile: "what a Jiangzhou Xishi, I see, you are more beautiful than Xishi. It's really cheap for him to be Xiaoyun's wife. After half an hour, the middle-aged bachelor read the county test poems page by page.

One page, two pages, three pages

Seeing the twenty sixth poem, the middle-aged scholar looked very excited. He couldn't help reading it for the second time and read it out. It was the song "Spring Dawn".

The other two college students didn't respond at first. After reading, they finally "know how much flowers fall". The old and the young two college students looked up at the middle-aged college students together.

"Who did it? It's a talent of Mingzhou. It's rare to be fresh, but it can make people aftertaste. You can enter the holy way next month." said the senior university scholar.

The young scholar nodded and said, "yes."

They thought that the middle-aged scholar would make a judgment, but he continued to read the frontier fortress poem "old age".

"Well, one is upright. One person has two poems? This poem also has the talent of Mingzhou. Who is it?" the old university scholar was frank.

"Do you remember the only boy with double armour this year?"

The young scholar, who had been silent all the time, stared slightly and couldn't believe that a child student could make such a good poem.

"I've heard that those young people are unconvinced and are asking about the man, but I don't pay much attention. This is all done by the boy student?" the old scholar reached out and grabbed the page, which was written spring dawn and old age.

The middle-aged college student looked at the next page and said, "it turned out that the spring dawn was made by the examination room. The old age had only half of it in the examination room, and then it was completed at the children's literature meeting. However, there was another amazing thing. He was dissatisfied with the defeat of Jingguo last year, and even said at the children's literature meeting: everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world."

"OK! OK! That's one sentence, and you can keep your name in history! Is it Fang Yun? I remember, if you can meet each other, you must talk by candle at night, great talent, great talent! Should this man be a late bloomer?"

The middle-aged scholar said, "sixteen."

The old bachelor was stunned, and the young bachelor's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp.

"Then it is everyone's responsibility to include these two poems and the rise and fall of the world in the holy way next month?"

"Nature," said the senior scholar.

The young university scholar said: "that" Suimu "is not the first-class poetry of the county test. I'm afraid it's not good next month. What's more, he is so young that he has two songs and one sentence on the holy way at the same time a month. It's too shocking. Since there are so many poems to choose this month, it's better to postpone Suimu for one month."