Saint of the Confucian way

Qingguo Wenxiang got up and said, "Fang Xusheng's poems are far more valuable than a single word, not to mention the first original. Although non sinners are only implicated people or sold people like this, they can exchange, but the number is huge. They are used to Qingguo. I'm afraid it's not their wish to return to Jingguo. It's really inconvenient. I hope Fang Xusheng won't be surprised."

Qingjun said, "what Wen Xiang said is, please forgive Fang Xusheng."

Fang Yun said expressionless, "it's very convenient to place them in Xiangzhou."

Qingjun took a sudden breath and his face was red. All Qingguo officials also clenched their fists and clucked their joints. One by one, they almost blew up.

Fang Yun is saying that Xiangzhou is Qingguo now, but it will soon become Jingguo!

Regard Qingguo people as nothing!

Jingguo officials were still very angry before. Now they laugh in their hearts. No wonder Fang Yunneng became a virtual saint. This mouth alone can make Jingguo people angry.

Qingjun's eyes flashed a chill, and the heavenly power was like a mountain. He said slowly, "according to Fang Xusheng's words, Xiangzhou in Qingguo is something in your bag?"

"It's man-made." Fang Yun said.

Qingjun suddenly smiled and said, "well, if you can succeed in the literary war, I will agree with you to replace people with poetry. If you fail in the literary war, people will stay, and poetry will stay! How about?"

Fang Yun nodded and said, "OK, I'll write a poem and give it to the dancer. No matter whether I succeed in the literary war or not, this poem will go to Qingguo afterwards."

"Good! Fang Xusheng speaks quickly. I'm looking forward to it very much. Come on, go to the four treasures of study!"

Qing officials believed that Fang Yun's literary war was bound to fail. They got a good poem in vain, and the anger that Fang Yun had just despised dissipated slowly.

Qingguo eunuch immediately removed the food on the table and replaced it with the best four treasures of study.

Fang Yun chose a wolf Hou pen from the pen holder.

Everyone stared, because the langhou pen is the hardest brush that the Terran can use. The brush hair is like a needle. Without calligraphy, holding the langhou pen will inevitably pierce the paper and it is impossible to write complete words.

Fang Yunxuan's wolf Hou pen obviously won't write any good poetry. The pen is like a knife. What about poetry?

Many Qingguo people showed concern.

Qingjun smiled and held the wine glass to see what poems Fang Yun could write.

Fang Yun, regardless of others, wrote and chanted at the same time.

Three thousand miles from my hometown,

Deep palace for 20 years.

A magnolia song,

Double tears fall in front of you.

When the poem was finished, a strange sadness appeared from the poem and spread around.

The dancers were crying together, with a strong sense of sadness.

Those with high literary status just sigh, but the musicians, eunuchs and palace maids have red eyes, and many people are crying silently.

But after a moment, the officials of the Qing Dynasty had to be angry and wanted to come forward and tear up the poem.

Qingjun was stunned, his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were about to crack, but he suddenly woke up, but it was too late.

"Pa......" the porcelain cup in Qing Jun's hand was crushed, and blood flowed from his fingers.

Pen is like a knife, poem is like a sword!

"Oh! Jun Shang!" the eunuch on one side rushed over in a hurry, but Qing Jun raised his leg and kicked the eunuch, who was usually very fond of him, kicked him from the steps to the bottom, knocked the back of his head on the ground, snorted and fainted.

Blood flowed from the back of his head.

Qingjun threw away the cup fragments in his hand, wiped the yellow robe a few times, looked at the fainting eunuch with disgust, and said, "drag it out, something that hinders your eyes."+

The bodyguard eunuch on one side hurriedly dragged the eunuch away and cleaned it up. Some little eunuchs were secretly happy that the eunuch was out of favor, and they had a chance to ascend.

Sai Shilang glanced at Qingguo Hanlin general Xin Zhi and said with a smile, "good poem! Good poem!"

He Ludong pretended to be surprised and asked, "what's good?"

Sai Shilang said: "The former is distance, and the latter is time. Apart from space and time, what else can be the most difficult for people? The court is so deep that only three thousand miles and 20 years can show Fang Xusheng's old and spicy writing skills and accurate diction. These two sentences can be called the boutique of Palace Ci, which is beyond the reach of previous generations, It is difficult for future generations to surpass these two sentences. The only way to compare these two sentences is the Fang Xusheng's resentment that "all thousands of sails are not" can be compared. "

Jingguo people pretended to nod. In fact, they were happy. Sai Shilang simply pointed to his nose and scolded Qingjun: "the dancer and the maid are hating you! And they hate you like no other!"

Qing Jun looked down at the table and said nothing. It was the duty of scholars to appreciate poetry and prose. In those years, a monarch interrupted him. He was originally a Ming monarch. As a result, he was belittled as a confused monarch by a group of scholars and got a long reputation.

What's more, even if he dares to stop, Jingguo people will never stop talking. The more he stops Qingguo, the more humiliating he is.

He Ludong asked, "what's good about the last two sentences?"

Jiang Hechuan replied: "it's a pity that the dancer has been locked in the deep palace for 20 years. Her hometown is thousands of miles away. She has long been completely divorced from Jingguo. However, because of a song" Mulan Ci ", she was used by traitors and forced to cry in front of the king. The first two sentences hate ruthlessly, but the last two sentences hate ruthlessly!"

The dancer could no longer control herself and fell to the ground crying.

Among those present were officials from Xiangzhou, who even lowered their heads and wiped tears with their sleeves.

Scholars of Xiangzhou nationality have been suppressed by the Qing Dynasty. No matter how Xiangzhou people strive for rights, they are in vain. In the end, they are either numb or secretly hate. They struggle hard to leave Xiangzhou, or go to ancient places, or holy places. They would rather die in war than be discriminated against.

Sai Shilang is only a scholar and doesn't dare to say too much in person, but Jiang Hechuan is a great Confucian, but he doesn't care about Qing Jun's anger at all.

Jiang Hechuan was a man of temperament. He looked at the dancer crying on the ground, and his eyes were slightly red. He said, "Fang Xusheng's poem is not the hatred of palace maids, not the hatred of deep palaces, but the hatred of Xiangzhou people! When I was young, I saw him shouting in the street when I ran away from Xiangzhou. He is a human race. Why is Xiangzhou so unique!"

In the banquet, the sleeves of Xiangzhou officials were wetter.

Several young Xiangzhou officials clenched their fists, clenched their teeth, and tears slowly fell on their faces.

The evil imposed by the Qing Dynasty on the people of Xiangzhou will never disappear!

Fang Yun quietly put away his brush.

Ao Huang lowered his head, wiped away his tears, gnashed his teeth and said, "the left phase of the state of Jing is full of bad water, but the Empress Dowager is a wise man. It's good to celebrate the state. What monarchs and ministers are obviously dizzy! The two countries are competing and pull a woman out to replace the dead ghost. Thanks to Fang Yun's responsibility, he redeemed these people directly. If they were replaced by others, you would be pushed out to kill them and then used to slander them."

However, some Qing officials are still angry, and Qing Jun is still angry, because Fang Yun's poem points to the pain of all kings.

It is unkind to treat a palace maid like this, and she is actually her own national!

The emperor can be unjust, can not be polite, can not believe, can be incompetent, but can not be unkind.

Benevolence is the basic requirement of Confucianism for a monarch. If a monarch is criticized for being unkind, it is the most extreme accusation in Shengyuan continent.

The officials of Jingguo have admired each other. It is clear that it is only an emergency. Fang Yun can not only reverse the situation with a poem, but also accuse Qingjun of cruelty and inhumanity, creating the best reason for the literary war and the recovery of Xiangzhou.

Once this poem is spread, it is enough to arouse the resonance of Xiangzhou people.

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