Saint of the Confucian way

Jingguo school palace, Shangshe Fangzhai.

Yang Yuhuan, dressed in white, stood in the courtyard and looked at the open door.

There was no panic or sadness in her eyes, but she was as calm and determined as an ordinary wife waiting for her husband's return.

On the other side, Ao Huang floated in the air and bowed his head to the little fox on the ground.

"Whining, whining, whining..." the little fox's voice was cadenced.

"Ow, ow, ow, ow..." Ao Huang's voice was also flat and orderly.

One dragon and one fox communicate in a way that others don't understand, and they talk very speculative, but they look angry and anxious.

Fang Daniu and other servants of the Fang family stood quietly behind Yang Yuhuan and kept sighing.

The tiger is in prison.

Several jailers murmured.

"It's too much to treat abbess Fang like this!"

"When master Fang becomes a semi saint in the future, he must take revenge!"

Huosi prison kept silent, as if he had forgotten what his boss, Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of punishment, had told him.

The two Jinshi of the punishment hall looked at each other and saw a strong sense of helplessness from each other's eyes.

"That's unreasonable!" a Jinshi of the punishment hall whispered.

Another Jinshi of the punishment hall sighed, and then looked at the dungeon window to see Fang Yun inside.

After listening to Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan's words, Fang Yun thought for half an hour and suddenly said, "please prepare the four treasures of study."

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" I saw more than a dozen prison guards running excitedly to get something.

Huosi prison still bowed his head and didn't speak. Since Fang Yun began to teach Tianyan, he seemed to be the most idle person in the tiger prison. He was no longer strict with Fang Yun, but he didn't tell the other party to transport well. It was completely up to the jailers and petty officials.

Huosi prison tried all means to seek the upper position, but it could not treat the teachers who had taught him harshly, even if they were just observers, even if they didn't really worship the teacher.

Not long after, the jailers brought suitable tables and chairs and four treasures of study and put them in front of the door of cell B 13.

The jailer opened the prison door, then quickly took off Fang Yun's shackles and let Fang Yun sit in a chair. Another jailer used family means to promote blood circulation, massage and loosen bones for Fang Yun.

Hoth prison still turned a blind eye.

The prisoners around also looked at Fang Yun. For them, Fang Yun was not only a teacher, but also a lifesaver.

"Don't worry, Mr. Fang. Think before you write. I'll press your legs and feet first to make sure you don't think of spring!" the jailer squatted under Fang Yun with a smile and pinched his legs for Fang Yun.

"Don't flatter and let Mr. Fang think hard."

Everyone immediately controlled their breathing for fear that too much panting would affect Fang Yun.

There was only the sound of torches burning, prison guards pounding their legs and grinding ink in the dungeon.

Fang Yun sat in a comfortable chair and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The reason why I chose poetry to plead guilty the day before the first day of December is that I'm afraid that using it in advance will give Zong Jialei's family enough time to fight back. What's more, even if poetry fails to plead guilty, I can use the exemption order given by the Empress Dowager at the last minute.

Fang Yun did not worry, but thought slowly. The requirements of the three Zhenguo poems are indeed too high.

After a quarter of an hour, Fang Yun's face flashed a faint sad color. Suddenly he picked up his pen, dipped it in thick ink, and first wrote the name of the word card on the white paper.

"Jiangchengzi."

"My dream in prison is that my wife Yuhuan died and lived alone for the rest of her life."

Before the text, Fang Yun wrote this word because he dreamed in the tiger prison that his wife Yang Yuhuan died and spent the rest of his life alone.

After that, Fang Yun wrote the text.

"Ten years of life and death are boundless. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it.

Thousands of miles of solitary graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost.

Night dreams suddenly return home, Xiaoxuan window, is dressing up.

Without words, there are only a thousand lines of tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, and the moon night will be a short Pine Hill. "

The tiger prison was not in the literary academy and could not directly show talent. Therefore, when Fang Yun wrote, there was no talent light.

However, when writing about "thousands of miles of solitary graves", a gentle cry suddenly came from the whole dungeon.

No one shed tears, the suspected dead cry sadly.

When I wrote "only a thousand lines of tears", the cry suddenly became louder.

Words become, words have light, ten miles of ink fragrance, hundreds of miles of love, thousands of miles of mourning.

"Sad words and articles, four visions, must Zhenguo!" huosi prison whispered to himself while weeping silently.

See the above words form a faint light, and the smell of ink spread all over the ten miles.

Within a hundred miles, an unspeakable sadness enveloped everyone, and everyone was moved to sad things. From the newly born baby to the dying old man, whether it was a little boy or a generation of great Confucianism, they were all affected by the power of this sad word.

Within a hundred miles, everyone cried bitterly.

Within a thousand miles, countless cries appeared out of thin air, as if the dead were crying.

Even Fang Yun was influenced by hundreds of miles of love. He stood up and bowed his hands while leaving tears.

"Student Party movement, the first article is completed!"

Then, a golden official seal appeared out of thin air and shed a faint light on jiangchengzi • a dream in prison.

Talent soars to the sky, and a full four foot nine inch orange talent stands upright on the words.

Full town, only one inch short of the world!

Then, the voice of Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan spread all over Jingguo.

"Fang Yun's first poem was written, and I read it on behalf of him. Jiangchengzi, a dream in prison, died of his beloved wife Yuhuan..."

Jiang Hechuan read slowly in a peaceful voice. Only after reading the first paragraph "ten years of life and death, don't think about it, forget it", the voice changed slightly, as if it was suppressing something.

When he read "care for each other without words, but with a thousand lines of tears", the dignified Confucian and Jing guowenxiang finally couldn't bear it, and their voice choked.

After reading the last word, Jiang Hechuan's voice came out crying.

Zhenguo CI contains the true meaning of poetry, and a generation of great Confucianism recites the artistic conception of the whole CI without lack.

After a while, Jiang Hechuan had to broadcast across the country again.

"This word is extremely sad. I think of my dead wife and hope to see you."

In the tiger prison, the prisoner cried with the jailer.

A boy jailer covered his face and cried, "master Fang is so pathetic that he dreamed of his wife's death for ten years. He obviously doesn't want to miss it, but he can't forget it. His dead wife's solitary grave is thousands of miles away, but he doesn't even have a chance to tell his sadness in front of the grave."

While wiping his tears with his sleeves, a Jinshi of the punishment Hall said, "it's even more sad. The dream teacher Fang is afraid of losing the imperial examination. He runs around with dusty faces and white temples. Even if his dead wife is resurrected and they meet, they can't be recognized. Sad! Sad! Sad! Sad!"

In the children's class of Jingguo school palace, all the children cried, and the teacher wept.

A moment later, a Mongolian boy asked, "when you dream at night, you suddenly return home. The window of the small porch is dressing up. You have no words, but a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that your intestines will be broken every year, the moon night, and the short Pine Hill. What is the solution?"

The teacher wiped his tears and whispered: "Everything is in a dream. Fang Yun returns to his hometown. Through the window, he sees the living Yang Yuhuan combing and dressing up in the mirror. But they look at each other. Even if they have ten thousand words in their hearts, they can't speak. They can only look at each other quietly and shed tears silently. Under the bright moon, in front of the mountain grave with pine trees, Fang Yun must be sad every year. The pain in the dream is better than in the world On earth! "

The teachers and students cried again.

When Jiang Hechuan's voice of reading this word spread all over Jingguo, the talent of the word increased slowly, but the talent of a cup of tea broke five feet, and the word spread all over the world!

The poetry broke through later, and there was no new vision, but the transmission of love expanded and spread thousands of miles.

Thousands of households in the capital mourned.

Jiangchengzi: a dream in prison is spreading at an incredible speed.

On the Daofeng mountain, in the temples, the holy discussion suddenly stopped, and the vision over the holy courtyard dissipated.

Half holy life is two hundred. Seeing more life and death, it is the most ruthless and affectionate.

In the city of Kong, the Kong family received a letter for the first time. After reading it, a great Confucian of the Kong family filled his eyes with tears and recited the word with spring thunder: "Fang Yun's poetry and prose offset the crime. The first chapter is completed. The word brand is jiangchengzi. The original text is as follows..."

Soon after, Kong Cheng burst into tears.

Yan Yukong's eyes were wet and slowly sent a message to Fang Yun: "your talent has surpassed Cao Zijian. If the talent in the world is like a stone, you are divided into nine fights, and the rest account for one fight!"

In the two mountains, CI Jun and Shi Jun looked at the book jiangchengzi - a dream in prison and burst into tears.

"Once this word comes out, who dares to remember his wife? It will break his heart!" said Shijun.

"Among these words, only the sage can write! Compared with him, my being granted the title of king is a joke! This word is called remembering my dead wife, but it is actually thinking of the jade ring with the body of the dead soul!"

"What's the solution?" Shijun looked at cijun suspiciously.

Cijun said slowly with tears: "Fang Yun is writing that after he was punished by the moon tree god, he couldn't tell Yang Yuhuan his desolation in the cemetery thousands of miles away. Because he missed his wife Yuhuan too much, he couldn't forget it for ten years, so he turned into a ghost and recovered. But people and ghosts are separated. Even if the two meet, Yang Yuhuan can't recognize him. In Yang Yuhuan's eyes, I'm afraid he's just an old ghost."

Shijun nodded and was more and more surprised.

Ci Jun continued: "Fang Yun immediately went to his hometown and saw Yang Yuhuan quietly dressing up through the window. As a result, the two people saw each other, one person and one ghost. Heaven and man are separated forever, but they can only look at each other and cry! Whenever night falls on Fang Yun's death day, on the Mountain Cemetery covered with pine trees, Fang Yun's ghost must be heartbroken. Writing two people and two scenes in one word is an unprecedented double-sided word! I'm sure this word will spread all over the world! "

Shijun looked up at the sky and sighed.

"Fang Yun is a great talent. I'm far inferior!"

Donghai dragon palace.

The old dragon Saint left two tears, turned into two strange crystals and fell on the bottom of the sea. Then, the sea people around a million miles cried loudly.

On the East China Sea, the waves are surging, but they don't hurt a boat.

"The poems written by Fang Yun are very good. It's really great, but why did he provoke the punishment of the moon tree god. It's not that the old dragon didn't save it, but that the old dragon left the most powerful force to complete the ZuLong's last words!"

Fang Jia, Ao Huang held the little fox with his claws, cried loudly, and the little meteor trembled.

The inkstone turtle who was fleeing to the sky also cried and couldn't move any more.

Yang Yuhuan burst into tears, covered his face, rushed into Fang Yun's bedroom and rushed to the bed to cry.

Ao Huang burst into tears and said, "Fang Yun, don't worry, just write this word. Ben long should also protect his sister-in-law and little fox! If I can't do it, let me be killed by you every day in my dream! That's great. Are you changing your identity and writing the scene ten years later? Don't worry, I'll bury you in short Songgang. If anyone dares to move a pine needle, Ben long will dig his ancestral grave!"