Saint of the Confucian way

Fang Yun collected his pen and sat silently.

Fang Yun is at the center of the vision "thousands of miles of love", and his mind is most affected by this word.

The power of the sad words of the world still reverberates within a thousand miles, and the sadness continues to spread.

In the Changle palace of Jingguo, the long Princess Zhao Hongzhuang sobbed.

"Empress dowager, please save Fang Yun!" Zhao Hong, dressed in goose yellow Palace Dress, rushed to the Empress Dowager and fell on her lap.

"Mourning for home is not about not saving..." the Empress Dowager gently wiped her tears with one hand and gently patted Zhao Hongzhuang on the back with the other.

"If Fang Yun dies, I won't live..."

"You..."

The heavy snow outside the capital is even worse.

Lei Tingyu and Zong Wenxiong hold tea cups in the Lei family's other courtyard in Yushan, but the tea is cold.

"He is a young Phoenix, but he has an exquisite heart. Others look at his missing wife, but I see his grievance. The holy way is ruthless, but it is too mean to send him to tiger prison. You and I should stop it." Zong Wenxiong slowly put down his tea cup.

"It's a pity to be so talented. What's more, people don't stay in heaven, and Demons don't stay! It's not worth being a dying man." Lei Tingyu drank up the herbal tea silently.

"I heard about the change of your Lei family's gods?" Zong Wenxiong stretched out his finger and the cold tea disappeared. The cold water in the kettle beside him boiled and played again. The water temperature dropped slightly, and then made tea with this water.

The tea rose along the water vapor, flew into the air and fell slowly. The tea fragrance spread for a mile. It is a treasure in tea.

Lei Tingyu's face showed a shallow complacency and said, "it's true, but I don't know whether it's a disaster or a blessing."

Zong Wenxiong glanced at Lei Tingyu, took a sip of tea, looked at the direction of the capital and said, "the Lei family is about to prosper. Maybe brother Tingyu is the first Lei Sheng."

Lei Tingyu finally couldn't help it. The corners of his mouth rose, but he said, "where..."

Zuo Xiangfu.

Ji Zhibai tapped on the door of his study. As the most proud disciple of Zuo XiangLiu mountain, he can go in and out of Zuo Xiangfu at will.

"Zhibai, come in." Liu Shan's voice came from the study.

"Teacher, what do you think of this word?" Ji Zhi pushed the door in.

Liu Shan smiled calmly and said, "you are still so acute. Do you want to hear the truth?"

Knowing that Bai was not polite, he moved a chair and sat down opposite the left side. He said in a straight face: "your mentor, you underestimate me. I admire his talent in my heart, but I don't like his publicity. Moreover, since he is the enemy of his mentor, he is the enemy of students."

Liu Shan nodded gently and said, "he already has two words to spread the world. If he can live another 20 years, he can be granted the word saint of virtual saint and become an unprecedented double virtual saint. If there is no accident, he also has the talent of poetry saint and is likely to obtain the great glory of three virtual saints before being granted the saint."

"My mentor really has a righteous heart and is impartial. When I returned to the capital from Ning'an County on October 15, there were few welcome, far less than the number one in the past years. I hated Fang Yun that day, but I put it down afterwards. Now I'm just sorry. Ren Fang Yun is talented and can't be in the three towns and countries in a day."

"I'm looking forward to the third chapter in prison. I suddenly feel that such a person died too early. I don't know what will happen when he comes to the chaotang in the future. I only blame the ruthlessness of the holy way and the ruthlessness of the holy way..." Liu Shan looked out of the window.

Ji Zhibai smiled and said, "no accident, Zong Sheng will succeed. You sit in Jingguo, plan strategies, and have the greatest achievements. The next half saint of the miscellaneous family may not be you, but the second or third half Saint must have your place!"

Liu Shan nodded, his eyes getting colder and said, "I'm the left phase and suppress the number of years of literature. Once it's done, I can go straight to the great Confucianism and explore the holy way!"

"On that day, your teacher will shine!" Ji Zhi said so in his mouth, but he understood that although Liu Shan has become a left phase, it is a chess piece laid by Zongsheng many years ago. If he doesn't get a correct position, he will have no hope of noble righteousness and semi holy hopelessness all his life if he can't eliminate his heart disease before becoming a great Confucian.

Liu Shan bet everything on Zong Sheng's Lian man's strategy. Once Lian man succeeds, he will establish great achievements for the human race. He is worthy of his heart and can become a great Confucian.

Kong Cheng, Kong Fu.

In Denglong Taichung, scholars from the holy Academy who fought against demons and barbarians together with Fang Yun gathered here to read jiangchengzi - a dream in prison repeatedly.

Zhang Zhixing said, "I'm afraid Fang Yun's nickname will be upgraded to fangtianxia?"

"It's better to be handed down by Fang."

"I really look forward to the day when he is called 'Fang Jingsheng'." Kong De said.

"Shouyu, do you think Fang Yun can survive under the punishment of the moon tree god?" Judd asked in a low voice.

The eight diagrams in Ji Shouyu's eyes flashed away, then shook his head and whispered, "I don't know."

"Alas..."

In the drunken flower building of the first brothel in kongcheng, Su Xiaoxiao, the first talented woman in kongcheng, leaned against the window, pinched her handkerchief and cried.

After crying for a long time, Su Xiaoxiao went to the desk and wrote.

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

Su Xiaoxiao wrote again and again, wrote again, cried again, cried again, wrote again

The procuress of the drunken flower building came and cried for comfort, but Su Xiaoxiao turned a deaf ear and just kept writing jiangchengzi - a dream in prison.

The procuress was burning with anxiety.

The talent of Shengyuan mainland is supreme. The real famous prostitutes in the ten countries have long been separated from the industry of selling themselves. The top flower girls are all performing arts and do not sell themselves. Even the children of the semi holy family can openly marry the famous flower girls.

The Ten Kingdoms flower building even divides famous flower girls into three classes, from low to high, including girl students, female scholars and female Juren, but they dare not set up female Jinshi.

Today, there are only six women in the ten countries, one of whom is Kong Cheng and Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao is the biggest sign of the drunken flower building. She redeemed herself a few years ago and signed a contract with the owner of the drunken flower building. As long as she found her husband, she can leave at will.

I don't know how many times I copied it. Su Xiaoxiao suddenly threw down his brush and the ink splashed. There was a faint sound of swords.

"Fang Jun lost the jade ring in his dream. My concubine mourned for it. She became a jingchai in cloth clothes. She didn't marry all her life and served it as a slave!"

The procuress rolled her eyes and fainted.

Su Xiaoxiao ordered people to treat the procuress well, then tore off her gorgeous clothes and changed into the coarse cloth clothes and skirts of the maid, combed her hair with branches as hairpins, painted her face with grass and ash, took the private money she had accumulated for many years, and ordered people to prepare a carriage to go to the Confucius residence.

"Fang Jun and many people in the Kong family are old. That's the best place to find Fang Jun." the 18-year-old girl's eyes were more firm than ever, but her eyes were still red and swollen.

Jingguo, capital, Fangjia.

Yang Yuhuan dried her tears, turned her plain face to the sky, shook her lotus steps and walked to the door.

Ao Huang hurried over and said to Yang Yuhuan, "sister-in-law, what are you doing? You must not be stupid. Are you going to see Fang Yun or want to die? Fang Yun can't be seen. Don't want to die!"

Yang Yuhuan said as he walked, "ten years ago, my concubine was sold to the Fang family. Thanks to my parents, I treated me like a child. Although Fang Yun and I haven't paid homage to the court, I have long regarded him as the prime minister. The prime minister is in trouble. The women of my concubine can't do anything for him, so I have to ring the drum of the Imperial Palace, sue the imperial court and ask for justice for him!"

Ao Huang was stunned. Fang Yun's "ten years of life and death" also implied that they had known each other for ten years.