Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

“The bleak chirping of cicadas, facing the long pavilion at dusk, a sudden rain has just ceased. In the capital, drinking at the tent feels listless... on the shore, the dim moon in the dawn wind.....”

In the imperial court, Guo Tianyang recited this Rain Bell·Bleak Chirping of Cicadas with great emotion. Many officials were intoxicated by it, and some even wiped away tears with their sleeves.

Emperor Jing looked down from his high position, surveying everything. His gaze towards Fang Zheng Yi couldn't help but carry a bit more satisfaction.

“Where does one wake after the night's wine? On the willow bank, the dim moon in the dawn wind. From this departure onward, the fine days and beautiful scenes shall surely be in vain..._________ , _________”

When reciting the line about fine days and beautiful scenes being in vain, Guo Tianyang's voice suddenly stopped.

The officials in the court couldn't help but feel a sense of loss.

Emperor Jing said happily, “Listen, all you beloved ministers! How is this ci? Let's all offer our evaluations!”

The older one gets, the easier it is to be moved. Li Yansong, as the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, naturally had profound literary attainments. Hearing this ci, all sorts of sorrows and partings couldn't help but surge into his heart.

He raised his wide sleeves, secretly wiped away a bit of snot, raised his head, and solemnly said, “Your Majesty, parting has always caused sorrow since ancient times, especially in this desolate autumn season. Where does one wake after the night's wine? On the willow bank, the dim moon in the dawn wind.” The first two lines point out the parting. The 'desolate' and 'tonight' lines are dyed from the first two lines. There must be no other words separating the embellishments. Otherwise, even a clever line will become dead ashes.”

“Therefore, this old minister believes that this ci is a sacred masterpiece! This old minister is in awe, and fears that he will never be able to reach such a realm in his lifetime....”

Hearing this, the ministers sighed regretfully. The Grand Secretary had already said so, what qualifications did the others have to interject?

Hearing Li Yansong's high praise, Emperor Jing was even happier.

“Li Gong is being modest! Do you all know who wrote this ci?”

Everyone was silent. Everyone knew in their hearts, but no one was willing to say it.

In just two days, this Rain Bell had spread throughout the streets and alleys of the capital. Everyone knew that this ci was written by Fang Zheng Yi, the Junior Vice Minister of the Court of State Ceremonial.

The plagiarist himself couldn't sleep at this time, listening to this Rain Bell, busily working on the big project of a three-bedroom apartment.

Seeing that no one responded, Emperor Jing chuckled: “It seems that all of you beloved ministers already know.”

“Then, why not ask him to explain this ci to you all!”

Fang Zheng Yi stepped forward tremblingly, not out of fear, but because it was too damn awkward! He hadn't even memorized the entire poem, what was there to explain!

“Your subject! Fang Zheng Yi, greets Your Majesty!”

Emperor Jing waved his hand: “Fang Qing doesn't need to be so formal, I have witnessed your poetic talent!”

“This ci has truly allowed me to recognize you anew! However, why are the last two lines of this ci missing!?”

“Today, not only are the officials curious about this question, but I'm afraid even the scholars in the capital are very curious! You must properly explain this to everyone, and you must not be evasive!”

Damn it! Others copy poems so smoothly, why is it so difficult for me!?

Fang Zheng Yi panicked, Fang Zheng Yi felt guilty... He lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.

The gazes of the ministers gradually gathered on Fang Zheng Yi, and Emperor Jing's brows gradually furrowed: “Fang Qing, why aren't you speaking yet?”

Li Yuanzhao stared at Fang Zheng Yi with great interest. He knew that although he didn't know who wrote this ci, it definitely wasn't Lao Fang!

Seeing Lao Fang being embarrassed in public, his heart was filled with brotherly joy!

There was really no other way.

Fang Zheng Yi slowly raised his flushed face and said painfully: “Your subject! Is ashamed!”

Huh!?

Hearing him say this, Emperor Jing's expression began to become serious, and everyone's eyes began to become subtle, transmitting information to each other.

The general idea was, look at this dog thing, he can still create such beautiful poetry... it really is plagiarized!

Fang Zheng Yi said indignantly: “Your subject! Since taking office in Taoyuan County, I have worked diligently and painstakingly for the people.”

“I can climb mountains to chop firewood, and I can go into the river to fetch water! Yet your subject is so focused! The lives of the people under my rule are still considered difficult!”

“Later, your subject continued to work hard, and the days of the people of Taoyuan County are also getting better and better!”

“But even so, there are still people who are disappointed with life, and in the end, this is your subject's fault!”

The ministers were dumbfounded. They asked you to explain the poem, what nonsense are you talking about here? Did you come out to brag!?

Fang Zheng Yi's expression suddenly became impassioned: “So! Your subject worked even harder, but still could not reverse the situation. Your subject finally fell ill one day, lying in bed for three days and three nights, without eating or drinking.”

“During those three days, your subject lay in his dilapidated home, observing the stars at night, and suddenly realized a truth!”

“That is, all things have flaws! In this world, no matter how you do it, you will not be able to satisfy everyone.”

“So, from that day on, apart from matters related to the people, your subject tries his best to leave some regrets in his private life to exercise his mind!”

“Over time... your subject will not write complete poems, he can only write incomplete poems!”

“It is precisely because of this! Your subject has become a disabled person, of course, different from Guo Ge, what your subject is missing is the soul!”

WQNMD Fang Zheng Yi! Are you sick!?

Guo Tianyang stood next to Emperor Jing and felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit, inexplicably dragged into this....

“It is also because your subject has a flawed soul that he can let go of his obsessions, maintain a high fighting spirit every day, not be attached to things, and continue to work for the country and the family!”

“So, if Your Majesty asks me why this ci is incomplete, your subject wants to say... it is originally like this!”

Fuck! This works too!?

Li Yuanzhao's eyes almost popped out, and his heart was shaken by Fang Zheng Yi's nonsense.

The ministers despised this nonsense explanation.

Too TM bullshit, ghosts believe what you say, you Fang Zheng Yi just know some sophistry.

However, Emperor Jing showed a thoughtful look after listening.

Since going to Taoyuan County, Fang Zheng Yi has indeed not written a complete poem, and those poems are all amazing!

If these works were not done by Fang Zheng Yi, then they should have spread everywhere long ago.

Moreover, this Rain Bell is also incomplete, which is consistent with what Fang Zheng Yi said.

Emperor Jing sat on the dragon chair and thought seriously, but the ministers below were all panicked!

Your Majesty is thinking! Your Majesty is thinking!

Such bullshit, Your Majesty is actually thinking seriously!?

Is there anything more bullshit in this world!?

After a long time, Emperor Jing hesitated and said: “So that's it, Fang Qing has put his heart into it....”

Fuck! There really is!

Everyone was silent.... What happened to this court, can it still be good? How did it become like this as soon as Fang Zheng Yi came.....

Fang Zheng Yi's thoughts were straightened out, and seeing that Emperor Jing's tone was a little unbelievable, he continued: “Your Majesty, in fact, incompleteness is not necessarily bad.”

“Some things are too perfect to be perfect, and incompleteness is not necessarily incomplete.”

“Everyone has different feelings about poetry, and now that two lines are left blank, the person who views the poem can fill it in according to their own feelings. This is called the beauty of incompleteness, or perhaps a kind of disguised perfection!”

"Don't believe it? You can try it."

Hearing him say this, the ministers couldn't help but start filling in the blanks in their hearts........

Hiss!...... It seems like there's something to it!