The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

The autumn air was slightly cooler, and Wang Zhengying's heart gradually became colder. He looked at Fang Yun and placed all his hopes on this young man.

Fang Yun nodded slightly to Wang Zhengying, then stepped out of the carriage, politely bowed his hands to the concierge, and said: "I'm in Xiajiangzhou..."

Unexpectedly, the concierge smiled contemptuously and interrupted Fang Yun's words: "I don't care about you in Jiangzhou and Shuizhou! It seems that you spent money to bail this thief out, right? Stop talking nonsense. If you don't get out, I'll call someone to beat you." roll!"

Fang Yun frowned and said displeasedly: "As a concierge, it would be too reckless to not ask why things happen and not ask why people come."

The concierge laughed and said: "Of course I am polite to others, and I naturally want to ask why I am here, but what can I say to a group of thieves? Isn't it enough to harm our third lady?"

Zhao Hongzhuang couldn't help but stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "It's not up to you to decide whether we are thieves or not! Go and tell your family master immediately!"

The concierge saw Zhao Hongzhuang wearing an ordinary scholar's robe and sneered: "Hey, you, this handsome young gentleman, speak an authentic Beijing accent, which is better than the bumpkin from Jiangzhou, but you don't even know who you are! Even a Tongsheng No, he’s just a white man like me, and his tone is louder than this Juren’s!”

Everyone was silent. Even Wang Zhengying, who had been worried, looked at the concierge pitifully.

Nunu in Fang Yun's arms gave the concierge a roll of his eyes.

Fang Yun said lukewarmly: "You are the only one in Panorama who dares to say that about her. The Huang family's concierge is indeed amazing."

The concierge didn't notice the difference in everyone's expressions, and said impatiently: "Since you won't leave, don't blame me! Someone is coming! A thief wants to break into Huang's house!"

The concierge suddenly shouted, catching everyone off guard.

Fang Yun shouted: "Shut up! The capital government office heard the case last night. The Qin magistrate judged that Brother Zhengying was not a thief. You insulted us as thieves with your mouth open. Who gave you the courage to slander the princess of the country and the emperor of the Holy Court! If you If you dare to say the word 'thief' again, let alone a famous family, even if you are from a semi-saint family, I can convict you of slander and slander, and smash your foul mouth!"

The concierge of the Huang family was so frightened that he took a closer look at Zhao Hongzhuang and realized that something was wrong.

At this moment, four servants rushed out with sticks in their hands.

"Who dares to break into the Huang Mansion!"

"Don't move!" The concierge hurriedly opened his arms, like an eagle spreading its wings to block all the servants.

The four servants were all dressed in short black clothes and looked at the concierge doubtfully.

"What's wrong?"

The concierge stretched out his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a low voice with a grimace: "Go back quickly, I may get into trouble, but while the master is not here, I still have a chance. Go back quickly..."

"Who is making the noise outside?" A slightly older voice sounded.

"It's over..." The concierge's legs were shaking and he was too frightened to say a word.

Fang Yun said loudly: "Jiangzhou Fang Yun brought his mentor's son to propose marriage."

boom……

The porter felt that the word "Fang Yun" was like a spring thunder exploding in his ears.

In the past few months, the name Fang Yun has appeared more frequently than any Jingguo person, whether it is the Queen Mother or the monarch, whether it is Chen Guanhai or Jiang Hechuan, whether in temples or in the streets, it has reached the age of three or four years old. They all clamored to worship Fang Yun as their teacher.

The servants trembled, looked at each other, quickly threw away the sticks, stepped back neatly away from the concierge, and then stood on both sides of the door with their hands lowered and their heads lowered.

The footsteps in the door suddenly accelerated. Fang Yun looked inside the door and saw a bearded man about fifty years old wearing a white robe and Jinshi uniform, trotting towards him with his robe lifted up.

"Is it really Marquis Fang Wen?" The man stared at Fang Yun and continued to trot.

"Is there anyone in Jingguo who dares to impersonate me?" Fang Yun said with a smile.

"Of course no one dares!" The man glanced at Zhao Hongzhuang next to Fang Yun, and immediately said, "Huang Longying has met Her Royal Highness the Princess." After speaking, he looked at the concierge sternly.

The concierge was so frightened that he trembled heavily, looked at the man and said softly: "House, head of the house, I...I..."

"What are you? Why didn't the two of them come in to report?"

The concierge stammered: "He... they won't, won't say..."

Zhao Hongzhuang said: "Master Huang, we really want to say it, but your concierge won't let us say it, and even calls me a handsome young man."

The head of the Huang family was only as big as one head or two. If he hadn't been killed from the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​​​blood, he would have fainted from anger.

The head of the Huang family raised his big hand and slapped the concierge hard on the face.

Snap...

This was the power of a genuine Jinshi. The concierge fell to the ground with nosebleeds.

The head of the Huang family was so angry that he yelled: "You bastard! As a gatekeeper, you can offend the eldest princess and Marquis Fang Wen. If you were the head of this family, wouldn't you dare to burn down the Holy Courtyard? Come on, drag me in and serve you according to the family law!"

The head of the Huang family immediately bowed to Fang Yun and Zhao Hongzhuang and said, "I am not strict with you. I hope the eldest princess and Marquis Fang Wen will forgive me."

Fang Yun said: "We'll talk about forgiveness later. I'm here today to be a matchmaker between Wang Zhengying and your third lady!"

The head of the Huang family turned dark and said: "Marquis Fang Wen and the eldest princess came together, so we have to give him this face. However, this person stole a friend's treasure, which is really an insult to the gentlemen. No matter what happens to our Huang family, we will never marry such a person." ”

Fang Yun smiled and said, "Does the Huang family head think that Hongzhuang and I are people who don't know etiquette?" Fang Yun said, taking out the document signed by Qin Zhifu and handing it to the Huang family head.

The head of the Huang family took it and looked at it carefully. Fang Yun said slowly: "With your wisdom, the head of the Huang family, you should understand by now that this is just a misunderstanding."

The head of the Huang family trembled slightly, and returned the document to Fang Yun, saying solemnly: "I was reckless, Zhengying, uncle forced Ying'er to write a loveless letter before the truth was revealed, which was a big mistake. Uncle apologizes to you here."

Wang Zhengying said in a panic: "No... Don't blame uncle, it was my own carelessness..."

The head of the Huang family showed a kind smile and said: "Then the previous things will be written off, and there is no need to mention the loveless letter. I will persuade Ying'er. However, Ying'er has reached the age of marriage and can't delay any longer. If you can't come up with the previously agreed betrothal gift within a year, I can't marry Ying'er to you to suffer."

Wang Zhengying's eyes dimmed, and he slowly lowered his head. This meant that he not only had to pass the imperial examination within a year, but also had to buy a house in the capital, and he had to come up with 20,000 taels of silver as a betrothal gift.

Don't say that his father was just an ordinary juren, even a prominent family would have to sell some property to raise these betrothal gifts.

The head of the Huang family said, "After all, our Huang family is a famous family in the capital. The previous requirements have been lowered. If they are lowered further, I am afraid we will become the laughing stock of the capital."

"Uncle is right." Wang Zhengying lowered his head, and his body seemed to have lost all its strength and would fall apart if the wind blew.

The head of the Huang family bowed to Fang Yun and said, "Wen Hou is the matchmaker. Our Huang family is very happy, but the etiquette cannot be abolished."

Zhao Hongzhuang looked at Fang Yun with a probing look, and was a little naughty, because so far, Fang Yun's matchmaking had failed.

Fang Yun slowly put down the baffle on the chest of the Juren suit, and then slowly took out the inkstone, ink stick, clear water, brush, white paper and other items from the Yinjiangbei.

Fang Yun was preparing to write as he said, "I am a matchmaker today and have prepared a betrothal gift. As for whether this betrothal gift is enough to marry the third daughter of the Huang family, the head of the Huang family has the final say. However, whether you are willing to use this betrothal gift to marry her is up to Zhengying."

Before Fang Yun finished speaking, everyone, from Zhao Hongzhuang and the head of the Huang family to Wang Zhengying and the Huang family servants, slowly took a breath.

Wang Zhengying was so excited that his body trembled slightly, his eyes were red, and tears flashed.

The head of the Huang family clenched and unclenched his right hand, clenched and unclenched it, his eyes kept changing, and he actually showed a nervous look.

Zhao Hongzhuang was slightly stunned, smiled and glanced at Fang Yun, stretched out her slender hands, and helped Fang Yun grind ink.

Wang Zhengying's friend Bo Han couldn't help but envy and said, "A blessing in disguise. Brother Zhengying has finally made it after all the hardships."

Wang Zhengying's servant took small steps forward and stretched his neck to look at the paper in front of Fang Yun.

Fang Yun picked up a jade bamboo goat hair brush and dipped it in ink while saying, "I got the first half of "Die Lian Hua" by chance in spring, but I couldn't write the second half no matter what. Until yesterday, when I saw Brother Zhengying crying for his beloved, I suddenly realized and thought of the second half. To thank Brother Zhengying, I will write a poem today and give it to Brother Zhengying as a betrothal gift."

Fang Yun finished speaking and picked up the pen to write.

"Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is gentle. Looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the grass color and smoke light, who will lean on the railing without words?"

The tears in Wang Zhengying's eyes finally flowed slowly. He seemed to see himself standing on a high building and looking into the distance. The breeze was blowing on his face, but he couldn't see the spring sorrow. The sky seemed to be filled with sorrow. Under the setting sun, a thin mist covered the green grass. He could only remain silent. No one could understand his mood when he leaned on the railing.

Fang Yun continued to write.

"I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but forced happiness is tasteless."

Wang Zhengying suddenly smiled bitterly, wanting to get drunk and sing like the poem, but he would eventually find that forced happiness is meaningless.

A sense of sadness and despair overflowed from the words of this poem, and everyone around was infected.

The head of the Huang family took a step back, sighed, and endless regret surged in his heart. If he had known that Fang Yun was willing to use such a good first copy of poetry as a betrothal gift, the Huang family would never refuse Wang Zhengying. Now not only is Fang Yun's poetry hard to find, but countless people are looking for the first copy. The Dragon Clan has already said that it will be purchased, but no one is selling. Some merchants have even sent people to Fang Yun's hometown, hoping to receive Fang Yun's articles before he became famous.

The head of the Huang family looked at Wang Zhengying and found that Wang Zhengying's eyes turned from confusion to clarity, as if he was about to make a decision, and he felt even more annoyed.

Zhao Hongzhuang lowered her head, not knowing what she was thinking, then raised her head and quietly waited for Fang Yun's last two sentences.

Fang Yun changed his pen, and the last two sentences jumped onto the paper.

"I will never regret my clothes getting looser, and I will become haggard for her."

The tears in Wang Zhengying's eyes completely disappeared, and his eyes became extremely firm. He bowed to Fang Yun and said, "Thank you Wenhou for your enlightenment. I am just like the poem. Even if I gradually lose weight, I will not regret it. I am willing to become haggard for her."

The head of the Huang family sighed heavily and said, "This poem... expresses the love, especially the last two sentences. It is worthy of being a stroke of genius. Fang Zhenguo was desperate throughout the whole poem before, and even drunkenness could not save him, but in the end it was like the sun breaking through the dark clouds. The dark clouds are still there, but there is only sunshine in his eyes. Good! Even if this poem is not a national treasure now, it will become a national treasure after being circulated for several months!"