Saint of the Confucian way

"I've heard a little about Lingyan Pavilion. From the beginning, every literary position has a" image of ten sons "in Lingyan Pavilion. It's said that everyone who becomes ten sons has the opportunity to get a temporary literary heart. Sima Xiangru, Cao Cao and Cao Zhi all got a temporary literary heart in those years, and Yan Yukong's temporary literary heart seems to have been obtained in Lingyan Pavilion, but he can do it in those years "Lift up ten sons", his semi Saint mentor seems to have made a contribution. As for others, I don't know. "Fang yundao.

"Yes, literati of all dynasties went to Lingyan Pavilion to fight for the image of ten sons. Take Lingyan Pavilion's ten sons as an example, it was not selected from the people of Jingguo, or even from the Ten Kingdoms, but the top ten of all the people in the eight hundred years since Lingyan Pavilion appeared!"

Fang Yun said, "doesn't that mean that all the ten images are semi holy?"

"No. Yan Yukong and Yi Zhishi are not half saints, Han Xin and Cao Zhi are not half saints, but the other six are half saints, and they are half saints who have been canonized within two or three hundred years."

Fang Yun nodded and said, "although our Terran can't get out of Yasheng these years, it is mainly limited by talent. If we don't count Kong Sheng or Yasheng, our Terran has been growing. These people are more than their peers hundreds of years ago, which shows that our Terran has been making progress."

"It's natural. Since he can become the end of the ten sons, you can't be worse than him. When you enter the image of the ten sons, he can only quit."

"That's not what I want."

"He won't blame you for being superior and subordinate. Maybe he can rush to a higher position before the Jinshi examination. However... He has the guidance of a semi Saint mentor, and you can't compare with him, so you don't need to be too eager to become a ten son of the whole family, and you must be fully confident in a year." Zhao Hongzhuang said.

Fang Yun blinked and said, "I want to participate in this year's Jinshi examination."

"You must fight for the name of the same year that has never been seen in history?" Zhao Hongzhuang stared.

"I don't have to fight for the name of the same year, but I want to be a Jinshi as soon as possible!" Fang Yun said.

Zhao Hongzhuang was silent for a moment and said, "OK. In fact, we have foreseen that with your strength, it will not be difficult to be a scholar this year, but... I'm afraid it will be difficult to be a champion. As for the head of the country, it's even more hanging."

"It's most important to be a Jinshi this year. As for the champion or the head of the country, it's all next year. The future is long. I have spare power to fight."

"That's true. Now you just have to be careful of other people's disputes. As for the Chongyang Wen Hui on the ninth day of the ninth day, just write a song and get out of the county. Don't bother too much."

Fang Yun said with a smile, "it's not easy to get out of the county. It's not as easy as you said."

"It's not easy for others, but for you, leaving the county is a very low requirement." Zhao Hongzhuang said.

"Let me think about it. Poems that can be done well can't be written badly," Fang Yun said.

Zhao Hongzhuang nodded and said, "there is an urgent letter." then she looked down and her face changed greatly.

Fang Yun didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Hongzhuang's private letter, but her complexion changed so violently that she couldn't help asking, "what's the matter? What's the big deal?"

Zhao Hongzhuang gnashed her teeth and said, "King Kang invited a great Confucian from the state of Wu to participate in the Chongyang cultural conference."

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "which great Confucian?"

Zhao Hongzhuang raised her head, looked at Fang Yun's eyes and said slowly, "Nangong is cold."

Fang Yun's pupils contracted and recovered soon.

"In order to suppress me, the kingdom of Wu and King Kang's residence are really willing to sacrifice money. They even let the Shijun three generations ago come out! Compared with the old Shijun, the Shijun of Qing Dynasty is a rotten tree."

"It's good that you know his name. He is known as the master of the frontier fortress. He has spent his whole life fighting against the barbarians. He is a generation of war Poets! He even created a war poem" battle break song "handed down by university scholars. On the day when the yellow sand hit the sky and the wind blew, a poem destroyed a large barbarian tribe of 100000 people. It is a poem that all university scholars must learn."

Fang Yun smiled helplessly and said, "of course I know the battle song, especially against Sha man. This war song is invincible. The great name of his poem led to a discussion in the holy courtyard a few years ago about whether to give him the name of a virtual saint of poetry, but later he refused and said he was not qualified to be a saint of poetry, so no one mentioned it again. However, I know he is upright and can't embarrass me!"

Zhao Hongzhuang said, "this man is indeed a rare wise man. He didn't participate in the disputes between the state of Wu and other countries in those years. When he was a bachelor, he even took off his official hat, took off his official robe and left the Jinluan hall because he didn't agree with the concept of the monarch of the state of Wu. However, he must owe others. King Kang may use this to please him."

Fang Yun nodded and said, "it seems that it can only be so. If he didn't owe others a great favor, he would never target me. However, maybe he came to Jingguo to meet his old friends."

Zhao Hongzhuang sighed and said: "You think too well of people. I'm not saying Nangong's great Confucian is bad, but everyone has a helpless time. However, Nangong's great Confucian nature is to suppress you on the title of the poem at most. He will never maliciously slander and attack you like the people in Qingguo. After all, he is a great Confucian and knows how to score points. I'm afraid Wu can't help it. Even this generation of Shijun has been suppressed by you to discuss the title of the poem, Except for this Nangong great Confucian, no one can win you steadily under the semi saint. What the state of Wu wants is that your light is completely covered up at this cultural meeting, breaking the myth that your cultural meeting will win. "

Fang Yun smiled freely and said, "if the poems of Nangong great Confucian are better than me, I will naturally bow down to the disadvantage. It doesn't matter. It's just... Is it too much to invite a great Confucian to deal with me? Is there any other reason why I'm just on my way?"

Zhao Hongzhuang nodded and said: "I also have this doubt in my heart. After all, he is a great Confucian. He can't come just to suppress your literary name. However, you should be careful not to be Nangong great Confucian, but the counterattack of those hostile forces after your poetry name is suppressed! Attack your poetry and compare it with the famous poetry of great Confucian. No matter how belittled, those who don't attack you are allowed."

"Don't worry, I'll temper my courage with them!" Fang Yun said.

"The problem is that since this kind of thing has happened, they may have successive backhands, one after another. This is the most terrible place!" Zhao Hongzhuang said.

Fang Yun's free and easy all dissipated, and his face was a little gloomy. He said, "it's true that it's nothing just that Wen Hui will be pressed, but if it becomes the fuse of firecrackers and my Shangshe will be robbed again, if I'm a little careless, my courage will be seriously damaged and I have to give up the Jinshi examination to slow down the pace of growth."

"Yes. But... Even if you are taken to the house, you will be silent for only a year or two at most. When you lie dormant, although you don't fly, you will fly into the sky!"

"Don't worry. Now that I'm ready, I can survive the silent period even if I fail." Fang Yun said.

"Anyway, you have to go to Lingyan Pavilion, so I'll tell you about Lingyan Pavilion..." Zhao Hongzhuang said what she knew one by one, and finally said, "I'm afraid your piano and calligraphy are no worse than me. I can't teach you, but your painting and chess don't seem to be obvious, but I have different views on painting. Starting today, I teach painting and chess for one hour every day. The rest can only rely on yourself."

"I heard that the eldest princess learned from everyone in the court, was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and was no inferior to scholars of the same age. Fang Yun was lucky to be taught by a female gentleman." Fang Yun smiled.

Zhao Hongzhuang sighed and said, "born as a daughter, even so?"

Fang Yun smiled and said, "the Terran has been making progress. Maybe these will come in handy in the future. There will be no mistake in learning more."

"Maybe, I remember when I was in Yuhai City, you comforted me like this. Don't worry, I won't put down reading, this is the love of my life!" Zhao Hongzhuang's eyes quickly became firm.

"Well, this is the princess with red makeup!" Fang Yun sighed in his heart. With Zhao hongmakeup's literary name and talent, if he is a man, he is at least a bachelor.

"I've also sent a letter," Fang Yun said, looking down at the letter. His friends at the holy ruins reminded him that Nangong Daru was going to the Chongyang Cultural Club in Jingguo, and some people even scolded Nangong Leng.

The carriage drew closer to the first house where Fang Yun lived. The driver said, "Princess highness, the man of Wen Hou gathered hundreds of people in front of the first house, but they were in a jubilant mood yesterday, and seemed to be congratulating them."

Fang Yun heard that there were hundreds of people. Instead of sticking out his head directly, he opened the door curtain slightly and looked ahead from the gap. He saw that most of the people in front were black robes, some scholars in white clothes and occasionally a few scholars in blue robes.

Those who raised the crowd shouted, "the red rope and sword are the carriage of the princess of the red makeup princess!"

"Ha ha..." many people laughed.

Fang Yun smiled and looked at Zhao Hongzhuang. She stared at Fang Yun. She opened the curtain, walked out of the door, stood at the front of the car, looked at the people in front, put her left arm behind her waist and said, "what do you want to come here?"

A Jinshi hurriedly said: "Princess, don't misunderstand me. We are different from yesterday. I heard Fang Wenhou was in the first house today, and I was waiting for a class full of excitement. I came to see him. I just wanted to see him. Thank him for his state. Because my great uncle died in the hands of the Qing people. My grandfather wrote to me, and if he met Fang Wen Hou, he would be treated as an elder benefactor."

"So are we. We will never compete with Fang Yun for Shangshe! Look, my black robe has been worn for less than three years. I compete with Fang Yun for Shangshe. Isn't that the Analects taught in front of the throne of Confucius and the axe saw playing in front of the gate of Luban?"

Zhao Hongzhuang smiled and said, "Yo, isn't this a crazy student in Michigan? Why aren't you crazy today?"

"When crazy students meet crazy Jun, they don't dare to be crazy. I'm crazy, not stupid."

Everyone laughed.

Fang Yun then came out and scanned the crowd. He found that everyone was filled with joy, which was completely different from the person standing at the door yesterday.

"Jiangzhou Fangyun, I've seen your classmates."

When everyone heard the word "classmate", it was like eating frozen longevity fruit in dog days. Everything was comfortable. Fang Yun is now famous all over the world and in a high position. It's really gratifying that he can be put on a shelf like this.

"I've seen Marquis Fang!" everyone bent down and bowed, even dozens of Jinshi bent down without hesitation.