Saint of the Confucian way

"Ghosts also have feelings." Yan Yukong thought deeply in the carriage.

King Kang had many children, but only two princes had high status, and the others had almost no power.

One is the son of King Kang, born to the last princess of King Kang. He is the legal heir of King Kang, but his mother has died.

The other is xiaoguogong. He was born to the new princess of King Kang. The new princess is from the Liansheng family. Xiaoguogong is the grandson of today's Liansheng family. He is not only an ordinary Xun GUI, but also a learned scholar.

Fang Yun didn't expect that Xiao Guogong was so smart. In his capacity, he could send a letter to ask for release, but he just asked. This is actually no different from asking for release, but it can avoid the censure of the censors of the supervisory yuan. Lu Hongyi's reaction was rather extreme and should not be so direct.

Chen Xi's pen sent a letter, obviously worried about the power of the small Duke, and asked whether to release the supervisor Yu.

Fang Yun replied, "don't let people go until they've been locked up for a month!"

Before long, Cai Hefa sent a letter.

"An old friend sent me a letter. I hope I can persuade you to let go of the supervisor Yu and give the Duke a face. What do you think?"

"He wants face, but our luck doesn't want it? That's the price for daring to rob my longevity fruit! There's no room for maneuver unless the elder of supervisor Yu personally comes to the door to admit his mistake!" Fang Yun's reply was impolite.

Cai he read Fang Yun's reply and sighed.

Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan sat by the river, his eyes closed, his men and eyebrows were white, and his long silver white hair spread behind him. He didn't look like a mortal.

"He refused?" Jiang Hechuan closed his eyes.

"Yes. Alas, it's a trivial matter. Why should we quarrel with the master's grandson."

"So he will go farther than you! If he is a boy or a scholar, can he dare to do so?"

"At that time, he dared not provoke such people."

"If you don't change when you arrive, you won't have a chance in the future. Good. This son is more promising than you."

Cai he complained, "I'm your student. It's not easy to carry a table weighing 500 kilograms to you. Why do you boast about outsiders?"

"Stop talking nonsense and continue to understand the Wudao river!" Wen Xiang waved. Cai he's back was hit by invisible force. His body rushed forward involuntarily and fell into the Wudao river.

Cai he squatted in the waist deep river, peeped out his head and looked wrongly at Jiang Hechuan. Only their own disciples knew that this respected Wenxiang had never been soft in educating his disciples.

"I'll keep some good things from Fang Yun!" Cai he thought.

Because tomorrow is going to the book mountain, Fang Yun didn't touch the wine. When he got home, he studied as usual.

Reading before becoming a child is more boring and tests people's endurance. However, the higher the level of literature, the stronger the feeling of reading.

Now every time Fang Yun understands new knowledge, he will feel very comfortable spiritually, just like being baptized by the soul.

To a certain extent, the feeling is no longer strong, but becomes as mellow and long as wine, even slightly drunk.

Every understanding is like a spiritual transformation.

After reading the book, Fang Yun went to bed in advance. After sleeping for two hours, the sky lit up and got up to wash and eat.

Those friends from the holy ruins came one after another and went to the literary academy together.

The front of the Academy of Arts is still busy, but it is much worse than that day of the imperial examination.

Fang Yun bid farewell to his friend and entered the state literary academy.

All those who are behind the top 20 in the list are grateful to see Fang Yun, or Wenhou, or brother Fang, with great respect.

When the time came, the people entered the main hall of the temple.

Then the main hall gate was closed.

In front of him, Fang Yun blinked involuntarily and saw the familiar scene.

At the foot is a green grassland. There is a small river in front. Across the river are nine green mountains, one higher than the other. The sky in the distance is blue. Before the foreign monarch came to Beijing, the great Confucian used his strength to sweep away the dust, so is the sky.

Fang Yun smiled, but then showed a confused color. He couldn't let others see that he still remembered Shushan.

More than 30000 people stood on the green lawn. Some breathless people shouted and kept touching their bodies, but most of them looked around quietly and carefully.

The vast majority of people were on guard, but suddenly a man burst into spring thunder with his tongue and said in a loud voice: "where is the country of Fangzhen?"

Fang Yun is mostly surrounded by Ju people from Jingguo. They subconsciously move closer to Fang Yun, protect Fang Yun and face the man.

Without waiting for Fang Yun to speak, a man shouted, "what are you looking for Fang Wenhou?"

"Jingguo accent? Ha ha, of course, thank him! We enrolled 500 people in Sizhou. Shushan originally only took 100 people. I just ranked 101st. If there is no luck, I hope to enter Shushan all my life. Naturally, I want to thank this great benefactor!"

Jingguo's whole family looked back at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and arched his hand at the man and said, "Fang Yun is here. Brother, you should thank the saints, too. They have the final say."

The big man bowed solemnly to Fang Yun, and then said, "Qi Guo Si Zhou Qu Zhengxiang, thank Fang Yun!"