The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Not long after, Zeng Yuan sent Ji Mengxian's "A Proclamation to Punish Fang Yun".

Fang Yun read it carefully.

"Since Confucius wrote the Spring and Autumn Annals, he has been emphasizing human relations, such as the relationship between the ruler and the minister, the father and the son, the superior and the inferior, and the high and the low, which should be in order like the order of a hat and shoes that cannot be reversed. Fang Yun of Jing State is of low status and inferiority, and his land is poor and humble..."

The article was full of laughter and scolding, scolding Fang Yun to death. Although some of the evidence in it was completely groundless, it was so brilliant that anyone who read it would be moved. Proclamations are inherently full of incitement, with emotions first, literary talent second, and facts second.

When Fang Yun read this manifesto, he frowned at first, then his face was full of anger, and then he calmed down. He smiled at the end and immediately sent a letter to Zeng Yuan after reading it.

"As expected of Qingguo's number one scholar, this person has the ability of a prime minister and the talent of a literary minister!"

Zeng Yuan asked curiously, "How can you speak for the enemy?"

"This person has the talent of a prime minister, but not the virtue of a prime minister. What a pity." Fang Yun sent a letter again.

"You are indeed a once-in-a-millennium Fang Zhenguo. Others use proclamations to attack you, but you praise and lament."

"If it is that kind of lame abuse, I will definitely reject it as dregs and walk around it. Although this article has some flaws, it is a rare good article. Please help me report to Ji Mengxian. I am willing to exchange Mingzhou poems for the original manuscript of this article."

"Haha, even if Chen Lin wrote "Proclamation to Defeat Cao Cao" back then, the great scholar Cao Gong did not have such a broad mind."

"Literati look down on each other and respect each other. This person's talents are both real and fake. If he can correct his mistakes, it is a great virtue. I see that although this person laughs and scolds in his writing, he does not belittle and attack my merits, so he can be saved. Come on, what other proclamations to attack me, all those on the literary list, send them to me, I want to read them today! Cutting through thorns and brambles is a temper, traveling thousands of miles is a temper, and facing the scolding of thousands of people is also a temper!" Fang Yun's scholar spirit emerged.

"Do you really want all kinds of writing?"

"I don't want to read those poems and essays that curse and slander at will. Reading their writings makes my eyes dirty. I want to read those that are literary and interesting." Fang Yun said.

"Okay! Then wait a moment."

Afterwards, Zeng Yuan kept sending all kinds of poems and essays that accused and even attacked Fang Yun.

Fang Yun lowered his head to read, sometimes calmly, sometimes with a sneer on his face, sometimes exclaiming that they were interesting, sometimes praising their wonderful writing, but he would often get so angry that his eyes widened, and even closed some of the letters, but in the end he would open them and finish reading.

Fang Yun read them one by one, and from the 51st letter onwards, he kept smiling and occasionally praised them.

Since then, all the slanderous and cursing articles have passed by like clouds, and they can no longer make Fang Yun angry.

It was already late at night when he finished reading thousands of poems and essays, and the sky in the east was already a little bright. Fang Yun felt a little sore in his waist, so he stood up and walked gently.

Fang Yun smiled and walked a few steps, then heard a strange crisp sound coming from his Wen Palace, like stones hitting each other, steady and powerful, instantly spreading thousands of miles away.

All the people with literary courage within a thousand miles were awakened.

The examiner in the examination room of the State Academy of Literature looked up suddenly, and Zhao Jingkong, the beggar uncle who was not examining the papers, suddenly looked in the direction of the Fang family, and the noodles on his beard shook lightly and fell to the ground.

Gezhou Mu put down his pen and smiled: "Good! This person's literary courage is not only as strong as a rock in the second realm, but also has a voice. There is another person in Jingguo who is expected to become a fearless person. The next step is that the stone gives birth to jade, and finally the literary courage is the second realm of great success. Even Jianmei Gong has not reached the third realm of literary courage."

"We are so lucky. The voice of a rock can only be heard a thousand miles away. Unless it is in a place like the Holy Academy or the capital of each country where there are many talents, it may not be seen once in several years. This time, the voice of a rock spread all over Jiangzhou. Many scholars who have passed the imperial examination or above are probably laughing."

"That's natural. His literary courage is loud, and my literary courage resonates, which increases the possibility of our breakthrough."

"I just don't know which Hanlin or university scholar has achieved literary courage. If I know, I will definitely congratulate him."

"Wait until the results are announced tomorrow to thank him together."

"Good."

The examiners continued to mark the test papers.

The joy in Zhao Jingkong's eyes disappeared, replaced by confusion. He moved his fingers slightly, and the finger-long noodles on the ground rose up into the air and stuck to his beard again.

"Hoo hoo..." In just a blink of an eye, Zhao Jingkong sat on the armchair again, tilting his head and sleeping soundly. The brush in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, and the brush rolled down, leaving ink marks of varying shades on the ground.

Before the sun rose, the barking of dogs in various parts of Dayuan City broke the tranquility.

On the painted boats on the banks of the Dayuan River, scholars and prostitutes bid farewell; in the red-light alleys, scholars and prostitutes carefully calculated the prostitution fees; at the door of Wangjiang Tower, the drunken scholar got on the carriage in a daze; in the simple inn, the poor children left in groups with their book boxes on their backs.

Some gates of Yuhai City quietly opened, and the masters, young masters, ladies and young ladies of the famous families sat in carriages and sedan chairs, the young students called their friends and walked briskly, and some beautiful girls in festive costumes looked forward to it.

They all went to one place, the State Academy of Literature.

People came earlier than the roosters.

The entrance of the State Academy of Literature became unusually lively, and the yamen runners yawned and asked everyone to put away their tents, bedding or carriages.

The flow of people was like water, slowly gathering towards the State Academy of Literature.

A convoy stopped outside the north gate of Dayuan City, and then the blue dragon tent carriage left the convoy, and under the protection of four carriages, entered the city and drove towards the Fang family.

In the imperial palace of the capital thousands of miles away, a woman sat in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table, gently stroking her face.

This woman is petite and delicate, wearing a white undergarment, and her slender waist seems to be graspable in one hand. The skin of the person in the mirror is as white as snow and jade, and the years have not left any traces on her face.

However, the majesty in her eyes has suppressed the sun from rising for a long time.

There are many exquisite boxes and porcelain bottles on the dressing table, which contain the most precious beauty products in Shengyuan Continent.

There are pearl powder made from dragon beads, rouge made from fragrant deer blood, and moon peony produced in the demon world... On the far right, there is a neat stack of manuscripts.

Each beautiful small regular script is written on the paper, and the handwriting is delicate and rigorous. It seems that a quiet woman wrote it under candlelight.

The breeze blows, and the papers are scattered, and poems appear on each piece of paper.

"...If love lasts forever, why should we be together day and night?"

"...Turning around the red pavilion, lowering the beautiful window, shining on the sleepless..."

"...Pedestrians outside the wall, beauties inside the wall laugh. The laughter gradually fades and the sound gradually becomes quiet..."

The entrance of the State Academy of Literature on September 5th every year is more like a festival than a festival.

All people tacitly make way for the scholars who come, and the dark blue scholar robe is the most eye-catching pass token.

Looking around, near the main entrance of the State Academy of Literature, there is a large area of ​​dark blue clothes.

The backs of these blue shirts carry the eyes of countless people.

The scholars from various prefectures in Jiangzhou gathered together, complimenting each other and being humble to each other.

The location where the scholars of Minggu Prefecture are located is the most lively.

"Brother Chen's "Reading Poems" last night has already spread to Dayuan Prefecture. Unfortunately, if you write it after the results are announced today, it will definitely be included in the list of literary works, and compete with scholars from various countries! Among them, you praised Fang Yun and ridiculed the literati of Qingguo, and every word is a pearl."

"No, no."

"Your "Reading Poems" is a true gentleman's article. It not only praises Fang Yun, but also points out his flaws. If Fang Yun sees it, he will definitely thank you."

"I don't ask him to thank me, I just hope that he can lead my Jingguo literati to continue to move forward and not fall in front of the Qingguo and Wuguo people."

"I hope so."

A red sun broke through the clouds, and the warm sunlight shone on the earth, dispelling the chill of the night.

The main door of the State Academy of Literature opened with a bang.

The square outside the Academy of Literature was dark and silent.

Grand Scholar Zhao Jingkong was the leader, and the three people of the Holy Academy Inspector, Jingguo Academy Sizheng and Gezhou Mu were in the middle, followed by many officials.

Those scholars were full of expectation, but the people of Dayuan Prefecture in the distance were stunned. What power allowed a beggar to walk among the officials? And there were noodles hanging on his beard!

Many girls covered their mouths and chuckled.

Those scholars did not laugh, but looked at Zhao Jingkong in confusion, full of regret.

Zhao Jingkong glanced at everyone with a confused look, then slowly moved sideways, and said slowly: "This imperial examination is supervised by the saint. We are dedicated to assisting the saint. After a day, we finally distinguished the superiors and inferiors. Please ask Gezhou Mu to announce the list of Jiangzhou Juren."

Several examiners rolled their eyes. Zhao Jingkong was sleeping all the time. Except for the top ten Juren, he had to write the rankings. He didn't write any extra words. Even the rankings from second to tenth were jointly determined by other examiners.

Gezhou Mu coughed lightly, holding the official seal in his hand, and was about to speak, but suddenly froze and looked up at the sky in front of him.

All the officials at the door then looked at the sky in front of them together, with confusion and surprise in everyone's eyes.

Only Zhao Jingkong's eyes were still confused.

Everyone on Wenyuan Street turned their heads in unison to look at the sky behind them.

They saw a green-tent carriage pulled by eighteen dragon horses appear in the sky. The dragon horses walked in the air with graceful postures, and the wheels of the carriage turned slowly as if on the ground.

"Dragon horse carriage! Great scholar is coming!" Someone couldn't help shouting, and the exclamations were continuous.

"The curtain of the carriage is a green jade dragon tent. It should be the Minister of Literature!"

"Really?"

Everyone was extremely excited. The Minister of Literature had a lofty status in the hearts of the people of Jing. Even if Li Wenying and Fang Yun appeared in Jiangzhou, the status of the Minister of Literature in the hearts of the people of Jiangzhou was still irreplaceable.

In the hearts of the people of Jing, the king can be changed at will, but the Minister of Literature should never be changed.

The dragon horse carriage flew to the center of the square of the State Wenyuan. The people under the car scattered one after another. The crowd that was obviously impenetrable to water instantly made way for a large area for the carriage to land.

"Wheeze..."

Eighteen dragon horses shouted in unison, and the flying carriage slowly descended.

An old man in a wide purple robe lifted the door curtain and walked out. His long white hair was scattered behind him, his face was covered with fine wrinkles, his nose was high, his eyes were warm and watery, and his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light white light.

It seemed that all the troubles of everyone would disappear as long as they looked at him.

Minister of Literature Jiang Hechuan.

"Hello, Mr. Wenxiang!" Gezhou Mu bowed.

"Hello, Mr. Wenxiang!" The tens of thousands of people who crowded Wenyuan Street bowed together to salute, so that many people bumped into each other.

Jiang Hechuan showed a kind smile and said, "No need to be polite, I just accompany Fang Yun to see the announcement of the results today."

A blue-robed scholar walked out of the car door and stood beside Jiang Hechuan.

The people exclaimed like thunder, and Wenyuan Street was about to explode.