Saint of the Confucian way

As time passed, Fang Yun was still sleeping, but the undercurrent surged in the capital.

Shangshe Jinshi is mostly related to aristocratic families or rich families, so Shangshe Jinshi's wives and concubines can also directly invite Ju Ren or Jinshi.

In Shangshe No. 1, many people or Jinshi went in and out. After a while, the servants of Shangshe Jinshi's house were busy. Everyone left Fang Yun's house with a large stack of letters in their hands and sent them to all the houses in the capital.

Different from ordinary worship posts or letters, these letters have fragrance and are stationery used by women.

Jiang Fu.

"That old thing, for that bitch, even cried in public to read jiangchengzi. Do you still have me in mind!" Mrs. Jiang sat in her chair with a gloomy face. She is only about 50, far smaller than Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan. If Jiang Hechuan's original wife had not died, she would not be the main house.

Just then, the concierge hurried in and shouted, "Madam..." when the concierge saw that Mrs. Jiang's face was wrong, he was so frightened that he knelt down and whispered for mercy.

"Little damn, little damn..."

In the blink of an eye, Mrs. Jiang restrained her anger on her face and asked kindly, "come on, what's the big deal?"

"A lady of Chen Sheng's family wrote that she was Qiao juze's wife and had an old relationship with you."

"Give me the letter!" Mrs. Jiang immediately stood up. Although Jiang Hechuan is a great Confucian, she is also a first-class Mrs. Gao Ming. Her grade is higher than that of Qiao Chen, but her actual status is far lower than that of Qiao Chen. After all, the other party is the daughter of a semi holy family.

The porter handed it to the servant girl who came running. The servant girl trotted the letter to Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang looked at the letter and thought for a moment. She suddenly patted the table and said, "Yuhuan is so chaste. I'm a literary woman. How can I stand idly by! Somebody, take my life wife's official clothes!"

Zhou Fu.

Zhou Hanlin has died, and the power of the Zhou family falls to Mrs. Zhou.

Neither relatives nor neighbors of the Zhou family are respectful to Mrs. Zhou, because Mrs. Zhou also has an identity. The great granddaughter of Chen Sheng and Chen Guanhai is still healthy after 90.

Mrs. Zhou was very famous in the capital in those years. Whenever the palace entertained ladies in the capital, Li's house, sun's house, Zhang's house and Zhao's house

All the officials or family wives who had expressed their dissatisfaction with Zuo Xiang received one or more letters, and almost every wife sent one or more letters.

The officials in the capital quarreled in the court, but they didn't know that their wife was going to do a more meaningful event.

Yufang building is the largest flower building in Jingguo.

Yufang building was open all day, but it was suddenly closed just a quarter of an hour ago, coaxing all the guests away.

The guests knew that the disciples of several aristocratic families had a stake in Yufang building and lost money. They all left knowingly.

In the lobby of Yufang building, more than 200 women stood, while Sai Huaniang, the procuress of Yufang building, stood on the second floor. Although she wore heavy makeup, she still couldn't hide her red and swollen eyes.

"... girls, what is the reason why we can be the first flower building in the capital? Money? Power? No! It's those scholars who give us the best poetry! But! Now there are so many poems of those scholars, it's bullshit! Do you know what the flower building of the ten countries says now? Who can be the first to invite the poetry of Fang Yunfang's town It is really the best flower building in the world! "

Sai Hua's mother glanced at the girl with the same redness and swelling in her eyes and said, "you've heard Fang Zhenguo's poems and words. I don't need to say how he wrote. I just ask, who is willing to pay money to accompany Fang Zhenguo if Fang Zhenguo comes here now?"

"I..."

"Me! Me!"

A crowd of flower girls shouted, and even the most shy shepherd of Qing Dynasty scrambled to be the first.

"OK! Now you not only have the chance to accompany Fang Zhenguo, but also have the chance to get 100000 taels of silver! Fang Zhenguo is unjustly imprisoned. We women can't help him, but we can do it! It's a girl. Now go out with me to Zuo prime minister's residence! We don't scold people, but we stand at the door of Zuo prime minister's residence to attract guests and use your most coquettish method and loudest voice, Let Prime Minister Zuo's mansion become the first kiln in the capital! If anyone is powerful, he can let Fang Yun write poems for our Yufang building, which will not only reward 100000 liang of silver, but also ensure that you marry the right husband! Girls, come with me! "

"Go! For the sake of Fang Zhenguo!"

"This girl spelled it!"

"Don't ask Fang Wenhou to write poems, just ask him to look at me, and I'll be willing!"

The women of Manchun courtyard, Qunfang Pavilion, Yihong courtyard, Baihua building and other flower buildings in the capital stopped receiving guests and went to Zuo prime minister's house one after another by car.

The officials who secretly monitored the capital, holding the official seal, looked down from high altitude, shook their heads and smiled bitterly. They saw that there were two strange places in the capital, and a large number of carriages or women began to go to these two places.

One is the main gate of the Imperial Palace, and the other is Zuo Xiang's residence.

An hour later, the door of Zuo Xiang turned into a sea of women. The flower girls dressed in exposed clothes surrounded Zuo Xiang's house. All kinds of wave words and Sao words flooded Zuo Xiang's house. Thousands of flower girls tried their best to shout. All the men passing by were soft and reluctant to leave, but they were reluctant to leave.

The servants of prime minister Zuo's house and the others were in a panic. The wives and concubines or daughter-in-law of prime minister Zuo secretly wept. Men didn't care, but the reputation of women in prime minister Zuo's house was afraid to be destroyed.

In the study, Ji Zhibai looked at Zuo Xiang nervously for fear that Zuo Xiang would be angry and use the power of the great scholar to drive away these flower girls.

Zuo Xiang smiled calmly and said, "I was also romantic in those years. How can only women disturb my mind. Don't worry. When the third Fangyun poem doesn't town the country, they will naturally disperse. At that time, they will lose their face and Fangyun's face!"

"What my mentor said is, I admire it." Ji Zhibai said.

When the sun set in the west, the people of the ten countries were waiting quietly. Thousands of women in life women's official clothes gathered in front of Jingguo palace.

"Dong..."

"Wronged..."

With the sound of dengwen drum, Yang Yuhuan's sad cry opened the prelude to the upheaval in the capital.

In the tiger prison, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

"You've been waiting."

Fang Yun said, "please borrow three feet of drawing paper."

"I'll get it!" Hoss turned and ran away.

Not long after, huosi prison took a roll of drawing paper and paved it for Fang Yun in person.

Without thinking, Fang Yun immediately began to paint with the small freehand style of Zheng Xie, a famous bamboo painter, Zheng Banqiao.

Fang Yun wrote quickly. After a while, he saw that there were three more bamboos in the painting, which were rooted on the rocks. There was a strong wind around, but the thin bamboos kept blowing.

A Jinshi of the punishment Hall said, "this painting has a sparse and bright body, thin and vigorous pen power, and has an extraordinary and refined posture. It turns out that thick ink is the face and light ink is the back. It can be called miraculous by changing the previous method of painting bamboo!"

"How can Fang Yun draw so fast?" huosi prison muttered to himself.

"It must be a bamboo in the chest!"

Fang Yun painted bamboo with the painting method of Zheng Banqiao, and then wrote a poem on the painting.

"Bamboo and stone."

"Hold fast to the Castle Peak,

The root is originally in the broken rock.

Thousands of grinding and thousands of hitting are still strong,

Let the East, West, North and south wind. "

Poetry is three feet and nine inches, only one inch short of the country.

At the same time, another crisp sound came from the paper, which was similar to the sound of lime chant before.

But unlike before, only Fang Yun heard the crisp sound and then rose into the air.

The strange sound flew in one direction of the capital. In the process of flying, a little strange light spots flew from all directions of Jingguo and integrated into the sound, making the sound seem to carry the anger of all the people and the hatred of all living beings.

"It's another poem for refining courage!" exclaimed Hoth prison.

"This poem is different from the lime chant. The lime chant has the ambition of sacrifice, and the bamboo and stone has a firm heart." the Jinshi road of the punishment hall.

Huosi prison nodded, but suddenly he was stunned and repeated the first sentence.

"Insist that Castle Peak is not relaxed, insist that Castle Peak is not relaxed..." every time I read it, huosi prison's face was ugly.

In the process of repeated reading in huosi prison, the voice of Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan has spread all over the country. The talent of bamboo and stone easily broke through four feet and became a town of poetry.

Jixian County Yamen.

When Jiang Hechuan was reciting bamboo and stone, county magistrate Cai he was drinking tea. After hearing the first sentence "bite the green mountain and don't relax", he puffed out a mouthful of tea and coughed.

"What a Fangzhen country! Sure enough, there will be revenge!"

North of Jingguo, the former army is in the camp.

"Ha ha..." Zhang poyue's voice spread all over the army. "Fang Yun is good. Kill Zuo Xiang! I'll help you tame the Royal Eagle demon handsome myself!"

Capital, Zuo Xiangfu.

Ji Zhibai, the No. 1 scholar of Jingguo this year, looked at his mentor in horror. Just now he heard it with his own ears. The eyebrows of mentor Liu Shan seemed to make a soft sound.

Zuo XiangLiu mountain grabbed the table with his right hand. A trace of blood flowed from his nostrils and corners of his mouth. His lips were closed and his teeth were rattling.

"En... What's the matter with you, master?" Ji Zhibai asked flustered.

"Fang Yun's child! Unexpectedly, he hid my name in the poem and hurt me by inspiring the people with courage refining poetry!"

"Impossible! How can you be hurt if you have the protection of national fortune?"

Liu Shan's hand slowly left the table and gently wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth. His face was gloomy. He said slowly, "his national movement at the moment is already above me! He first oppressed me with the national movement and then hurt me with the people's heart! This is very strange. He must have had a poem that can arouse the people's heart before. Otherwise, he can't have such power!"

"Why didn't the Pope remind you?" Ji Zhibai asked.

Liu Shan smiled helplessly and said, "Lord Zongsheng is discussing the holy way. In order to fight against Lord Dongsheng, he must go in person. When it comes to the struggle between the holy way, he doesn't have a chance to remind me."

"Was it calculated?" Ji Zhibai was surprised.

Liu Shan shook his head and said, "it's just an accident, but... This poem at least reverses my courage for several years! I could have become a great Confucian at any time, but now it's very difficult to become a great Confucian in a year!" as he spoke, Liu Shan flashed an angry look in his eyes.

"Fang Yun! How can you hurt my mentor!" Ji Zhi rushed out fiercely.

"Come back!" Liu Shan shouted and stopped Ji Zhibai.