Saint of the Confucian way

Not long ago, he originally sent Ji Mengxian's article "discussing Fang Yun Xi".

Fang Yun read it carefully.

"From the spring and Autumn Annals written by Kong Sheng, it describes human relations, kings and officials, father and son, upper and lower, and inferiority. The rank is like a crown and shoes, which can not be inverted. Those in the king country are inferior, and the land is really poor..."

The article laughs and scolds angrily, which makes Fang Yun bloody. Although some of the bases are completely groundless, they have great literary talent, and anyone will be moved by them. The denunciation is full of incitement. Emotion comes first and literary grace comes second, but the facts rank second.

When Fang Yun read this Xi Wen, he began to frown, then his face was full of anger, and then he returned to calm. When he saw it, he smiled at last, and immediately sent a letter to Zeng yuan.

"He deserves to be the champion of Qingguo. He has the ability of prime minister and the talent of literary minister!"

Zeng Yuanqi said, "how can you speak for the enemy?"

"This man has talent but no virtue. Alas." Fang Yun sent a letter again.

"Sure enough, it's fangzhenguo that came out in a thousand years. Others use Xi Wen to attack you, but you praise and regret."

"If it's such a bad abuse, I'll scold the dross and cover my nose. Although this article has some defects, it's a rare good article. Please help me report it to Ji Mengxian. I'd like to replace the original of this article with Mingzhou poems."

"Ha ha, even if Chen Lin wrote" to denounce Cao Cao Xi ", Cao Gong, a great Confucian, had no such mind."

"Men of letters despise each other and attach importance to each other. This person's talent is real and empty. If he knows his mistakes, he can change them. I think this person can be saved even though he laughs and scolds, but he doesn't belittle the credit for attacking me. Come on, what else is there against me? Everyone who has been listed on the list will be sent to me. I want to have a good time today! Cutting through thorns is sharpening, walking thousands of miles is sharpening, and facing the responsibility of thousands of people Scolding is also sharpening! "The spirit of scholar Fang Yun came out.

"Really want everything?"

"Don't look at those poems that scold and slander frequently. It's important to look at those poems that are literary and interesting because they dirty my eyes." Fang Yun said.

"OK! Then wait a minute."

Subsequently, Zeng yuan constantly sent poems criticizing and even attacking Fang Yun.

Fang Yun lowers his head to read, sometimes with a light wind, sometimes with a sneer, sometimes shouting fun, sometimes praising the wonderful pen, but he often gets angry and even turns off some leaflets, but he will open them in the end.

Fang Yun read one by one. From the 51st letter, he always smiled and occasionally praised.

Since then, all the slanders and curses have passed like clouds, which can no longer make Fang Yun angry.

After reading thousands of poems, it was late at night, and the sky in the East was a little bright. Fang Yun felt a little sad, so he stood up and walked gently.

With a smile on his face, Fang Yun took a few steps and heard a strange crisp sound from his literary palace. It was like a stone head hitting each other, calm and powerful, and spread thousands of miles in an instant.

All the brave people within a thousand miles woke up.

The examiner in the marking room of the State Academy of literature suddenly looked up. The beggar uncle Zhao Jingkong, who didn't mark the papers at all, suddenly looked in the direction of the Fang family. The noodles on his beard shook gently and fell to the ground.

Ge zhoumu smiled and said, "well, this man's courage is not only as strong as hard stones in the second territory, but also as sound as hard stones. There is another person in Jingguo who is expected to become a fearless man. The next step is that hard stones produce jade, and finally the success of the second territory. Even Jianmei didn't come to the third territory."

"We are really lucky. The sound of the hard rock only spreads thousands of miles. Unless it is in the holy courtyard or in a place full of talents in the capitals of various countries, it may not happen once in several years. This time, the sound of the hard rock is all over Jiangzhou, and many scholars are afraid to laugh."

"That's natural. His courage has a voice, and my courage resonates, which increases the possibility of our breakthrough."

"I just don't know which scholar or scholar has the courage to succeed. If you know, you must congratulate."

"Thank you again tomorrow."

"OK."

The examiners continued to mark the papers.

The joy in Zhao Jingkong's eyes dissipated and was replaced by confusion. He saw his fingers move gently, and a finger long noodle on the ground fell into the air and pasted it on his beard again.

"Hoo Hoo..." but in the blink of an eye, Zhao Jingkong sat on the master's chair again and slept with his head tilted. The brush in his hand fell to the ground with a click, and the brush rolled down, leaving different ink marks on the ground.

Before the sun rose, the dog barking all over Dayuan city broke the peace.

On the painted boat beside Dayuan River, scholars and Huaniang are reluctant to say goodbye; In the streets of flowers and willows, the scholar and sister Yao carefully calculated the money for whoring; At the gate of Wangjiang tower, the scholar with a hangover got into the carriage vaguely; In the humble Inn, the children of poor families leave in groups with their bookcases on their backs.

Some doors of Yuhai city were quietly opened. The masters, young masters, wives and young ladies of famous families were sitting in soft sedans. The young students cheered their friends and walked briskly. Some little Jasper in holiday costumes looked forward to it.

They all went to one place, the State Academy of Arts.

People sound earlier than chickens.

The gate of the state literary academy became very busy. The Yamen servants yawned and asked everyone to put away their tents, bedding or carriages.

The stream of people is like water, slowly gathering to the state literary academy.

A convoy stopped at the north gate of Dayuan city. Then the blue Jiaolong tent carriage left the convoy, entered the city under the protection of four carriages and drove to Fang's house.

In the Imperial Palace thousands of miles away, a woman sat in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table and gently stroked her face.

The woman was small and exquisite, dressed in white clothes, and her slender waist seemed to be held by one hand. The skin of the person in the mirror is like snow and jade. Years have not left any trace on her face.

However, the Majesty in her eyes kept the sun from rising.

There are many delicate boxes and porcelain bottles on the dresser, which contain the most rare beauty products in the Shengyuan continent.

There are pearl powder made of dragon beads, rouge made of deer blood, and moon peony produced in the demon world... On the far right is a stack of neat manuscripts.

Beautiful small letters are listed on the paper. The handwriting is delicate and rigorous. In a trance, a quiet woman can be seen writing under the candlelight.

When the breeze blows, the paper is scattered, and poems appear on each piece of paper.

"... if the two love for a long time, it will be day and night."

"... turn to Zhuge, low Qihu, no sleep..."

"... passers-by outside the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The smile fades away and the sound fades away..."

At the gate of the state literary academy on the fifth day of September every year, it is not a festival but a festival.

Everyone tacitly made way for the coming scholar. The dark blue scholar robe is the most eye-catching pass token.

Looking around, there was a large area of dark blue clothes near the main gate of the State Academy of literature.

The backs of these blue shirts carry the eyes of countless people.

Scholars from various governments in Jiangzhou gathered together to compliment and humiliate each other.

Minggufu scholar's location is the most lively.

"Brother Chen's story of reading poems last night has been well-known in Dayuan mansion. Unfortunately, if you write it after publishing it today, you will certainly be able to enter the list and compete with scholars from all over the world! Among them, you praise Fang Yun and ridicule the words of scholars in Qing Dynasty, which can be called Abas every word."

"Where, where."

"Your book of reading poems is the real text of a gentleman. It not only praises Fang Yun, but also points out his defects. If Fang Yun sees it, he will be grateful."

"I don't ask him to thank me. I just ask him to lead the literati of Jingguo to continue to go on, not to fall in front of the people of Qingguo and Wuguo."

"I hope so."

A red sun broke through the clouds, and the warm sun shone on the earth to dispel the cold at night.

The main gate of the State Academy of literature burst open.

Outside the square of the Academy of Arts, there was darkness and silence.

Zhao Jingkong, a senior scholar, led the inspection of the holy courtyard, the Secretary of Jingguo school palace and Ge zhoumu, followed by many officials.

Those scholars were full of expectations, but the people in Dayuan Prefecture in the distance were stunned. What force made a beggar walk among officials? And noodles on his beard!

Many girls covered their mouths and burst into laughter.

Those scholars did not laugh, but looked at Zhao Jingkong in confusion, full of regret.

Zhao Jingkong glanced at the crowd with blurred eyes, then slowly moved horizontally and slowly said: "the imperial examination is supervised by the saints. We try our best to help the saints. After a day, we finally distinguish the top and the bottom. Please Ge zhoumu publish the Jiangzhou list."

Several examiners rolled their eyes. Zhao Jingkong was sleeping all the time. Except that he had to write the top ten, he didn't write any extra words. Even the ranking from the second to the tenth was jointly determined by other examiners.

Ge zhoumu coughed softly, holding his official seal. He was about to speak, but he suddenly froze and looked up at the sky in front of him.

All the officials at the door then looked at the sky ahead, with doubt and surprise in everyone's eyes.

Only Zhao Jingkong's eyes were still confused.

Everyone in Wenyuan Street turned his head neatly and looked into the air behind him.

A green tent carriage pulled by 18 Jiao horses appeared in the sky. The Jiao horses walked in the air with a beautiful posture. The wheels of the carriage turned slowly as if on the ground.

"The dragon horse flies! The great scholar comes!" I don't know who can't help shouting, and the startled voices become one.

"The curtain of the carriage is the jade dragon curtain. It should be the Minister of literature!"

"Really?"

Everyone is very excited. Wenxiang has a high position in the eyes of Jingguo people. Even if there are Li Wenying and Fang Yun in Jiangzhou, Wenxiang's position in the eyes of Jiangzhou people can not be replaced.

In the hearts of the people of Jingguo, the monarch changes at will, but the literary appearance is best never to change.

The Jiaoma flying car flew to the center of the square of the State Academy of Arts, and the people under the car scattered one after another. The crowd who couldn't get into the water immediately gave up a large area for the carriage to land.

"咴 咴..."

Eighteen Jiao horses shouted in unison, and the flying car fell slowly.

An old man in a wide purple robe opened the door curtain and came out. He had a long white hair behind him. His face was covered with fine wrinkles, his nose was high, his eyes were warm as water light, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded by a layer of light white light.

It seems that all troubles will dissipate as long as everyone looks at him.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan.

"I've seen Mr. Wen Xiang!" Ge zhoumu bowed.

"I've seen Mr. Wen Xiang!" tens of thousands of people crowded Wenyuan Street bent down to pay tribute, so that many people collided with each other.

Jiang Hechuan smiled kindly and said, "don't be polite. Today I just accompany Fang Yun to see the list."

A blue robed scholar walked out of the door and stood beside Jiang Hechuan.

The people exclaimed like thunder that Wenyuan street was about to explode.