Saint of the Confucian way

Seeing this scene, the Qing officials could not describe their inner feelings. They all looked at Fang Yun with surprise. They clearly wrote a poem to save the dancer and scold Qing Jun. in the end, they were able to force the Qing monarchs and officials to be centrifugal, and it was difficult to recover.

Things have happened. No matter what Xinzhi does, what happens today will always pierce into Qingjun's heart.

The thorn itself is not very powerful, but if it goes down on the day when Qingguo loses Xiangzhou, it will never be dissolved unless Qingguo takes back Xiangzhou.

Some colleagues who made friends with Xin Zhi sighed that although the Imperial Academy was high, it was nothing in front of the monarch.

Like Qingguo, a large country with a vast territory, Qingjun doesn't even care about the fate of the great scholar. Only the great Confucianism can make him pay attention to it.

In Jingguo, a great scholar went to stay to shake the government and the public.

Fang Yun knows that taking over a state is a huge project. As for the negotiation of another government, he can't get down for a month or two. All these things will be negotiated by Jingguo officials. He won't waste his time on such small things.

"It's up to general Zhou to negotiate with all the officials, and I'll go back to Jingdu tomorrow." Fang Yun said and walked outside the State Academy of literature.

Walking out of the state literary academy, I saw one side of the literary academy street, which, as before, was blocked by countless baling city people. However, those people are waiting quietly, especially quiet.

Everyone looked at Fang Yun and repressed his excitement.

Most of the people who come here are elderly people, at least 40, and the oldest is over 90. They have all experienced the terrorist period of Qingguo's suppression of Xiangzhou decades ago. The unforgettable hatred can not be eliminated in any case.

Looking at the dark crowd ahead, Fang Yun looked sad and said, "I've wronged you these years."

Fang Yun's words were like a switch, which completely erupted the grievances accumulated for many years. Countless people burst into tears, and some even cried.

The cry was loud.

"Son of a bitch, let's go back to Jingguo! Back to Jingguo!"

"Dad, your spirit in heaven must have seen it! We are from Jingguo again! The words on your tombstone can be changed! Can be changed!"

"Back to Jingguo!"

"Back to Jingguo..."

Most of the young people who didn't know much about that year were infected by this atmosphere and their eyes were red. They were all intelligent people and knew the difference between being a Qingguo person or a Jingguo person.

Some scholars clenched their fists, their eyes were firm, and their eyes were full of unprecedented hope.

The return of Xiangzhou to the king means that since then, everyone in Xiangzhou is equal and everyone is qualified to participate in the imperial examination of Xiangzhou. The quota of Xiangzhou will no longer be taken away by people in other states.

However, a few young people are not happy. Most of them migrate from all parts of Qingguo. Xiangzhou returns. If nothing happens, they will move away immediately.

With a shallow smile, Fang Yun looked at what was happening in front of him. After a long time, he went back to his residence in the State Academy of Arts and continued to study.

For Fang Yun, it seems that today is just an ordinary day and there is no need to rest.

Until late at night, Fang Yun lay in bed and recalled what had happened on that day, from going to dinner and writing poetry, to confrontation with Xin Zhi's two armies, and then to ten literary battles.

In the end, Fang Yun was tired and fell asleep slowly.

Fang Yun originally wanted to sleep for only one hour as usual, but ten literary battles were too tired, which exceeded the limit that ordinary Jinshi could reach. It was not only physical fatigue, but also Wendan and Wengong reached the limit.

After three hours, Fang Yun woke up. At the moment, it was sunny and empty on the big day.

Fang Yun's heart is like an arrow. After a brief explanation with the officials of Jingguo, he left the city in a dragon horse luxury car.

Many officials in Baling city have been waiting outside the east gate, and even Qingjun is there.

If the Lei family hadn't been punished by the fire of three rites, Qingjun would have left early last night. It's impossible to wronged himself to send the victor of the enemy country, but now give him a hundred courage to send Fang Yun in person.

The ceremony could not be abolished, so Qing Jun got off the carriage and walked with Fang Yun. He talked without a word and didn't stop until he walked ten miles.

The virtual Saint came and sent each other ten miles away.

Shiliting is the South Bank of the Yangtze River.

Looking around, flowers bloom in spring, grass grows and warblers fly, which is different from the north of Jingguo.

People face the Yangtze River. At the moment, it is just the spring flood season. The river is rolling, the current is fast, and the vast is like an ocean.

On the other side of the Shili Pavilion is a tall empty building ship.

Fang Yun and some Jingguo officials are located on the side of the empty building ship, while Qingguo officials, Xiangzhou officials and some Jingguo officials who stay in Xiangzhou are sent off opposite.

Gu Fu, the literary Minister of the Qing Dynasty, stepped forward and bowed his hand to Fang Yun and said, "I don't mention the literary war today. At this time, it's just to send Fang Xusheng. Fang Xusheng's literary name is as prosperous as cooking oil. We shouldn't have taught others how to do it. However, how can scholars send off without poetry? I suggest that we choose three young people and give Fang Xusheng a farewell poem?"

Fang Yun nodded and said, "what Mr. Gu said is very true. It can be seen that Qingguo is a state of etiquette. Then you can choose three people."

Young scholars in Qingguo were eager to try. In fact, many people had already prepared, because it was a convention.

Family hatred and national hatred are one thing, and it is another thing to send farewell poems in front of the virtual saint. This is a good time to raise the literary name. Even if you can't leave a name in history, you will certainly leave a pen in the local chronicles. Who gives poems to the virtual saint on a certain day, a certain month, a certain year. If it can be semi holy in the future, it is to give poetry semi holy. It is definitely a great event to honor our ancestors.

Semi holy aristocratic families or children of rich families don't look up to giving poems to empty saints, but famous families or children of poor families under rich families look forward to it.

Moreover, many young scholars here live in Xiangzhou, and Fang Yun is their own family. If there is a name of giving poetry in the future, it must be different from ordinary people in Jingguo, and there may be another way.

Many young people flushed and pushed forward involuntarily, forming a brief chaos.

Fang Yun looked at these young people who were almost older than himself, with a smile on their face and some emotion in his heart. Unexpectedly, in less than a year, he changed from a poet to a giver, and countless young people were proud of giving their poems. The difference in status was unimaginable in the old days.

Gu Fu coughed and swept all the young scholars with cold eyes.

Those people were immediately as if they were staring at their backs and were scared to move. Gu Fu was a great Confucian. He spoke small words of righteousness and could kill them all with one word.

Gu Fu's eyes fell on Hui Yuan Yan Yukong of Qingguo last year. Like Fang Yun, he wanted to participate in this year's palace examination, compete for the first of ten subjects and enter the sea competition.

"Yukon, you and Fang Xusheng are both Huiyuan last year and old acquaintances. You can give this first poem to each other."

Gu Fu's words caused many people's sighs. If they were others, they might not be convinced, but Yan Yukong left them speechless.

"Yes, Mr. Wen Xiang."

Fang Yun followed his reputation and saw Yan Yukong come out of the crowd. Yan Yukong not only won the Huiyuan, but also the hottest candidate for the No. 1 scholar of Qingguo this year.

Yan Yukong and Fang Yun have known each other for a long time. They work together in the holy ruins and the hunting ground. They are really friends in need.

No matter when and where, Yan Yukong did not make any remarks against the Party movement in Qingguo, which has aroused the dissatisfaction of many Qingguo people.