Saint of the Confucian way

Sai Shilang immediately winked at Fang Yun and asked him to think clearly.

Right phase Cao De'an also looked at Fang Yun, but he still looked calm.

Xiao Guogong engraved: "brother Lei, you underestimate the first person in Jingguo. If Fang Zhenguo doesn't agree with you, how can he set an example as a scholar? How can a scholar in Jingguo be subdued by your Lei family!"

Among the old people, an old Hanlin couldn't help but drink and scold: "little rabbit, I pointed at your father's nose in the court and scolded. If you are more presumptuous today, I'll break your leg! Bastard father has turtle son, a nest of animals with shells!"

Tens of thousands of people bowed their heads and smiled, and many ignorant children laughed.

"Wang BA's father gave birth to a turtle son! Wang BA's father gave birth to a turtle son... Woo..." a child just shouted and was covered by an adult.

The little fox shrunk in Fang Yun's arms and kept laughing. His two front paws were still together, making a turtle crawl.

Xiao Guogong blushed. He was taller than the old Imperial Academy in terms of status and status, but he didn't dare to say a word back on the Double Ninth Festival for the elderly. Even if he said half a word of no, hundreds of old scholars would rush over with crutches, and he and King Kang's house would become the laughing stock of the ten countries.

"Little Duke, can you say less? Are you trying to force us to be loyal here?" Sai Shilang said slowly.

"You..." the young Duke wanted to scold Sai Shilang for being rebellious, but seeing the eyes of many officials on the right, he had to swallow his words back to his stomach and drink with his head down.

The little Duke's left hand trembled slightly.

King Qin and King Qing have almost similar meanings. It may be that the powerful officials and princes seize the throne, or the officials are angry and cunning. Although loyalty is not as direct as king Qin or King Qing, it is the same in essence.

Since the Eastern Han Dynasty when Bajun was a crafty and cunning man, the indignation of the officials occurred frequently, and the law was not responsible for the public every time.

The Duke of a small country is just raising people, unlike Zuo Xiang, who is a great scholar. Once the public anger is aroused, the ministers will inevitably do it. They are not literati with no strength to bind chickens.

Xiao Guogong drank up a glass of wine and bit his teeth. He bowed his head. The most in his eyes was not anger, but panic.

He didn't expect that Fang Yun had such a great appeal in Jingguo that some officials were willing to work for him. Once this excuse was implemented, let alone his mere Duke, the whole Kang palace could be destroyed by Jingguo scholars.

Even if this is only the most extreme possibility, but this possibility is too terrible.

Fang Yun didn't understand the difference between Beijing officials and local officials until this time.

Tong Luan, the left chamberlain of the military headquarters, coughed softly and said, "take it easy. Fang Yun, do you agree with the Lei family's proposal? I also think the Lei family's proposal is unfair. However, if you dare not fight and give up, no one in the world will laugh at you."

Zhao Hongzhuang looked anxiously at Fang Yun and hoped that Fang Yun would not agree.

Yang Yuhuan's face was calm as usual. She quietly looked at Fang Yun's face and even smiled in her eyes, because she believed that Fang Yun's choice must be the best anyway.

Fang Yun raised his head slightly and said, "why don't you talk about 'dare not'? Don't we dare to stick to Liangjie mountain, or don't you dare not rush into the barbarian tribe?"

Tong Luan immediately said, "the two" dare not "you said need to sacrifice their lives. Naturally, they have to weigh the weight. You and the Lei family just bet on a poem. It's no harm. If you don't agree, you don't dare. After all, you are an example of scholars in our country. You can't just get their benefits without performing their responsibilities."

"Does the boy waiter dare to show your courage with some colored heads?" Fang Yun asked slowly.

All the conversations were conducted with spring thunder, and tens of thousands of people heard them clearly.

Many people nodded gently. A scholar should have the courage of Fang Yun, even if the other party is the Duke of the country, a member of the Lei family and a famous Hanlin for many years.

Tong Shilang's eyes moved slightly and said with a smile, "I got a dragon brain inkstone not long ago. It's made of the Dragon brain of the demon Hou Jiaolong. It's a first-class inkstone. It's a natural match with the ink Jiao pen wash. If you can really get the ink Jiao pen wash from Jian Ming, I'll give it to you. If you don't become today's leader, you must give me your town poem."

The whole audience was in an uproar. This dragon brain inkstone is several times more precious than Mo Jiao's pen wash. Not to mention the Hanlin literary treasure, even the bachelor's literary treasure can't compare with it.

The Dragon brain becomes an inkstone and the Dragon marrow gathers ink. It is the best inkstone or ink ingot in the world. Even if the dragon is not as good as the ordinary dragon family or the real dragon, it is a kind of dragon after all.

After the death of dragons, it is difficult to retain the Dragon brain. Only under special conditions or deliberately sealed can the Dragon brain inkstone be formed, which is much more precious than the Dragon keel, dragon horn and dragon scale.

The ink developed by dragon brain inkstone and dragon blood ink ingot can greatly improve the power of war poetry. Demon Hou dragon brain inkstone is enough to increase the power of war poetry by 50%!

Ordinary literati cannot directly refine the Dragon brain inkstone into a literary treasure. Only when the Dragon brain inkstone is sent to the saints or centered by the saints, can it be refined into a literary treasure after a long baptism.

Fang Yun has a lot of inkstones in hand. He even got Hanlin Wenbao inkstones in the holy ruins, but the inkstone only sealed one Hanlin war poem, which can not improve the power of the war poems written in the new book.

The four treasures of pen, ink, paper and inkstone study can increase the power of war poetry, but the inkstone is special. Except for the legendary strange object inkstone turtle, which is more rare than Dragon brain inkstone, only dragon brain inkstone can increase the power of war poetry, which no other inkstone can do.

"Is Tong Shilang crazy?"

"Hum, he may not be crazy, but he is actually wise. He thinks Fang Yun will lose, so he deliberately takes out this divine object. Every time dragon brain inkstone appears in the ten countries, it will attract attention. If Fang Yun fails, this dragon brain inkstone can spread Fang Yun's failure more widely. What's more, this old thing is close to Zuo Xiang, so doing so will surely win Zuo Xiang's favor."

"Later, when Tong Shilang met Fang Yun, he took out the Dragon brain inkstone. Fang Yun was afraid... Alas..."

"The Dragon brain inkstone and ink Jiao pen wash complement each other, enough to make the pen wash stronger. I really hope they all come to Fang Yun in the end."

"Too difficult, too difficult..."

Fang Yun and Tong Luan looked at each other from right to left.

"Why, do you want to prove that you really dare not?" Tong Luan asked with a smile.

"Since Tong Shilang is so sincere, I'll take this gift. As you said, if I can write a book and be the leader, I'll get this dragon brain inkstone. If I can't, I'll give you a Book of town and country poems."

"That's great! Please keep it for Youxiang." Tong Luan said and threw the Dragon brain inkstone to Cao De'an.

Cao De'an held the Dragon brain inkstone and stroked it gently, while the next few college students were jealous, not to mention others.

The shape of dragon brain inkstone is dark red stone, the surface is smooth, and strange lines can be seen inside, which is full of fatal attraction to every scholar.

Ink Jiao brush wash, Denglong stone and longnao inkstone have become the focus of the Chongyang cultural meeting. People talk about it one after another. In the aroma of chrysanthemum and Cornus, they almost forget that today is the Chongyang cultural meeting.

At the end of the day, someone suddenly shouted, "a great Confucian is coming."

When they looked in the direction of the capital, they saw two people in purple flying with white clouds.