Saint of the Confucian way

Li Fanming's biography soon appeared: "We are spoiled by Zong Wude. The Zong family wants to force him to break off relations with you. He doesn't want to go back to the Zong family, but he deceives us to Mount Tai and says that since there is a habit of climbing mountains on the Double Ninth Festival, we should climb Mount Tai! I know about you. Even my stupid rabbit doesn't worry about you, let alone me worry about you. If you lose, you won't lose face if you lose to the great Confucian. If the great Confucian wins, you'll lose face! No more, a woman The profile reminds me of my sister who married abroad. I'm busy! "

"Beast!" Fang Yun replied with a smile.

On the road, Fang Yun constantly receives and replies to the leaflets.

All the way is unimpeded, because the number of people going to Yushan is far less than that of the other four mountains, and there are hundreds of thousands of people going to the other four mountains.

Different from other ordinary cities, the holy temple in the capital is particularly powerful and wide.

The power range of the holy temple in ordinary cities is a few miles outside the city wall, but the power of the holy temple in the capital also covers many fortresses hundreds of miles away. Although the security in the capital is not as strict as that in Yuhai City, the power of the holy temple is more powerful.

The capital is also the only city in Jingguo with semi Holy Scripture suppression.

Ten miles away from the capital, Yushan is a beautiful mountain peak, and an important condition of the famous gate in the capital is that there is a different courtyard in Yushan.

No other courtyard in Yushan is less than 50000 Liang, and the largest one is even worth tens of millions of Liang.

Out of the capital, Yushan is getting closer and closer. Fang Yun puts down the others, holds Yang Yuhuan's hand, looks at Yushan together in the carriage and whispers.

Yang Yuhuan said, "this mountain is similar to the Ji mausoleum in our Ji county."

"Well, the shape is very similar." actually, Fang Yun feels very different, but since this kind of thing doesn't matter, it's better to follow Yang Yuhuan's meaning and make one person happy than both of them unhappy.

The shape of the mountain is never as important as Yang Yuhuan's mood.

Yang Yuhuan said, "well, when I see this mountain, I think of your song Ji Xian Zaoxing. Even a woman who doesn't understand poetry thinks it's very good."

"Well, I don't care if others praise me, but sister Yuhuan praises me. I like it in my heart." Fang Yun said.

Yang Yuhuan smiled gently, his face full of happiness.

Nu Nu immediately stood up, pointed to himself with his small claws and asked for praise. Fang Yun stretched out his hand and pressed it back into his arms.

Fang Yun continued to talk with Yang Yuhuan and soon came to the foot of Yushan, where tens of thousands of carriages had stopped.

Fang Yun jumped out of the carriage first. Yang Yuhuan was about to bend down and get off the carriage. Fang Yun stretched out his arm and hugged her horizontally in front of her, then bent down and slowly put her on the ground.

Yang Yuhuan gave a light shout at the moment he was picked up, and then hurriedly covered his mouth.

After landing on both feet, Yang Yuhuan kept his head down and blushed to the root of his neck.

Nu Nu walked around with elegant steps and looked up at Yang Yuhuan. She was curious about why she was shy. After thinking for a while, she didn't understand. She simply jumped into Fang Yun's arms and shouted at Yang Yuhuan. Let her see that she was held by Fang Yun. She wasn't shy at all.

Fang Yun reached out to hold Yang Yuhuan's hand and walked forward slowly.

Yushan is shaded by trees and has a beautiful environment. A blue stone step winds upward along the hillside until it disappears.

There are many strong men with thin clothes under the stone steps, and there are some lifting chairs around them.

Fang Yun looked up and saw that there were hundreds of people climbing up, but only a dozen people could sit in the chair.

Many porters are sitting at the foot of the mountain worrying.

Fang Yun took Yang Yuhuan and walked to a four person chair. As he walked, he said, "you are weak. Go and sit in the chair carried by four people, which is more stable than two people."

Yang Yuhuan quickly refused: "don't sit! Why spend so much wronged money? Besides, I'm not an official."

"Why, did you let me carry you?" Fang Yun said.

"This is even worse!" Yang Yuhuan stared at Fang Yun nervously for fear that Fang Yun would really carry her. If this happened, I don't know how many people would accuse them of not abiding by etiquette.

"Since this is even worse, you can only choose the former." Fang Yun smiled.

Yang Yuhuan shook his head and said, "I'm not a young grandmother. I'm not used to being carried. They're very poor."

Fang Yun said positively, "they don't need pity. They pay their own strength to get paid. They are no different from Manchu officials, merchants and farmers. If you have to pity them, let me ask you, let them wait here for a day and go back hungry, or choose four of them, let them pay their strength in exchange for compensation, and let the family eat and wear warm?"

Yang Yuhuan was stunned. He smiled quickly and said, "Xiaoyun has really grown up. I know what my sister doesn't understand. Well, I understand."

At this time, a cold voice came from behind.

"I also choose a chair for four."

Fang Yun looked back curiously and saw a woman wearing a black veil standing there. The whole face of the woman was blocked by the black veil. He couldn't see her clearly. He just vaguely felt that the woman was very powerful.

"Yes!" a housekeeper like middle-aged man immediately took the black gauze woman to look for the chair.

Fang Yun took another look at the woman, then took Yang Yuhuan to a lift chair, negotiated the price with four people, and then went up the mountain together.

Although the chairs of the four people are steady, they are still shaking. Yang Yuhuan holds the armrest with his right hand and Fang Yun with his left hand.

Wen Hou's official seal kept moving, but Fang Yun didn't take care of it, because it was not an urgent letter. He kept holding Yang Yuhuan's hand and chatted with her with a smile.

"Sister Yuhuan, I remember you have great courage. Why are you so small now?"

"Staggering, a little afraid." Yang Yuhuan's voice was a little timid and wanted to take back his left hand.

Fang Yun held her hand hard and said with a smile, "it doesn't matter. You don't have to be afraid of me. Look at Nu Nu and the little meteor. It's heartless."

Yang Yuhuan followed Fang Yun's eyes and saw that the slave was running up and down the stone ladder like a dog.

The little meteor is more playful. First, he flies quickly to the high steps, and then rolls down the stairs. Nu Nu laughs and catches at him.

People nearby often smile. It's a good thing to have such a lovely little animal on the way to climb the mountain.

Fang Yun looked back and saw that the masked black woman was looking at the little fox, and her previous momentum disappeared, just like an ordinary woman.

The woman suddenly turned her head and looked further away at Yushan.

The steps of Yushan Mountain not only spread upward, but also spread to both sides to form a road leading to independent hospitals. Every other courtyard is surrounded by lush trees, quiet and mysterious.

Fang Yun took back his eyes and continued to hold Yang Yuhuan and chat with her.

Not long after, when the man reached the top of the mountain, Fang Yun paid the money, thanked the four porters and walked forward with Yang Yuhuan.

The top of Yushan Mountain is very wide, surrounded by some buildings, and in the middle is a huge square. Tens of thousands of people are waiting for the cultural conference to begin.