The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

As soon as Ji Zhibai left, the left-wing party members left one after another.

If it were a few months ago, at least more than half of the people would have left, but now less than 20% of them have left.

Chen Hanlin in the pavilion breathed a sigh of relief and began to preside over the Xuemei Literary Meeting as usual. He was going to invite the person with the highest status in the plum garden to give a speech, but seeing that Jiang Hechuan was not interested, he went straight to the next step and asked ten new students to recite the top ten poems on the Xuemei Literary List last year.

These students were extremely happy. Their presence was not just a formality. With so many scholars present, their talents were stimulated, which was of great benefit to them.

After the ten students finished reciting the poems of last year's Xuemei Literary Meeting, Chen Hanlin began to tell the interesting stories of the previous Xuemei Literary Meeting. Many people had heard some of these stories, but they never got tired of listening to them.

Fang Yun was attending the Xuemei Literary Meeting for the first time, and many interesting stories were heard for the first time, which was quite interesting.

Nunu and Aohuang also listened carefully. The fox and the dragon often laughed. Nunu laughed softly, very ladylike, but Aohuang laughed loudly, and the sound shook for half a mile. Nunu patted him with her furry little paws from time to time to make him speak softly.

When she encountered a really funny story, Nunu covered her stomach and jumped into Fang Yun's arms and rolled around laughing.

The plum garden was full of laughter.

After telling the funny story, Chen Hanlin said: "This year, the good poems on the Xuemei Literature List are better than in previous years. Let's start with the tenth-ranked "Lin Xue". I remember that last year, Mr. Sun Hanlin wrote an article "Song Xue". Why not ask Mr. Sun to comment on this poem! Please invite Mr. Sun to enter the pavilion to appreciate the poem."

The old Mr. Sun stood up with a smile. He was over 80 years old but his steps were steady and his demeanor was calm. He slowly walked towards the pavilion.

But a few guests were laughing quietly. Some of them were students of Mr. Sun, because Mr. Sun had a habit of saying "very good" at the end of whatever he said.

When he was a Jinshi, he taught in the academy. When he was giving a lecture on the meaning of the classics, a group of students colluded and found an opportunity to say "very good" before him, and the sound almost overturned the roof.

Mr. Sun was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say for a while. He uttered "very bad", which made the students laugh so hard that their stomachs hurt.

However, the students had no ill intentions, because Mr. Sun was indeed talented, otherwise he would not have become the most important academy teacher in the country. Afterwards, the leading student took the initiative to apologize. Mr. Sun didn't care about this matter and was particularly open-minded.

Then Mr. Sun stood on the pavilion, took the poem from Chen Hanlin, smiled and nodded, and said: "This poem..."

"Very good!" The voices in the plum garden came one after another. In addition to young students, there were also some old scholars who liked to be lively.

Mr. Sun still didn't care, and said with a smile: "... Very good! What's good about it? Let me tell you one by one..."

The seating arrangement in the Plum Garden is very particular. Some people are willing to appreciate poetry, and some are not. It would be a disadvantage to arrange in advance, so there are several tables on both sides of the pavilion for those who are willing to appreciate poetry on stage, and then the host of the literary meeting will choose which one is suitable to appreciate which poem.

Most of the people who appreciate poetry are old people who are well-read in poetry and books. Young students rarely go there. After all, there are too many allusions in poetry, and even old gentlemen may use them incorrectly, let alone young people. No one has ever attacked the mistakes in the process of appreciating poetry. The sea of ​​literature is vast, and even great scholars may have mistakes in memory or even blind spots.

Fang Yun looked at Mr. Sun and nodded secretly. This old gentleman has experienced the dual accumulation of time and knowledge. The kind of open-mindedness and calmness is something that young people cannot learn. This old gentleman may argue for knowledge, but if someone maliciously insults him on the street, he will not even raise his eyelids.

There are seats for appreciating poems, and naturally there are seats for presenting poems. The custom of the Xuemei Literary Meeting is to appreciate a poem and then ask the next person to come on stage to write a poem. Most of them are young students, and some people with high literary status who want to be on the literary list.

Chen Hanlin asked a young man to go to the pavilion to write a poem.

The first person to present a poem at the Beijing Xuemei Literary Meeting should be the champion of this year, but unfortunately Ji Zhibai left early, and the second place was not there, so Chen Hanlin had to find the third place to present a poem.

After the third place finished writing the poem, Chen Hanlin picked out a few good points to praise it, did not mention the mistakes and flaws, and would not ask people with too high status to appreciate it too carefully, which is also a kind of courtesy. If the poem is on the literary list, Chen Hanlin will find someone else to appreciate it.

Fang Yun's "Farewell to Li Wenying in the Snow" is on the literary list, but Chen Hanlin did not mention it at all, obviously preparing for the final appreciation as the highlight of the literary meeting.

The Xuemei Literary Meeting was not only held in the capital, but also in every city of the Ten Kingdoms. However, the ones held in Kongcheng and the capitals of the Ten Kingdoms were the most grand.

The poem of the top three winners was not on the list of literary candidates, and many people sighed softly. However, the list of literary candidates changed. The poem ranked tenth was pushed down, and a new poem went straight to the fifth place.

Fang Yong used his official seal to enter the list of literary candidates and took a look. The new poem was written by a Hanlin, and it was written by Duan Yaohai, one of the "Eight Hanlin Talents" of this generation, which caused many people at the literary meeting to whisper.

"As expected of the Eight Talents of the Imperial Academy, this person is not famous for his poetry, but he is able to be on the list of literary works with his poetry, which shows that he is truly gifted."

"Qiguo has many talented people, and two of the Eight Talents of this generation are in Qiguo. It's a pity that no one in Jingguo has become one of the Eight Talents."

"Instead, Guguo has produced one of the Eight Talents of the Imperial Academy, which makes Jingguo look inferior."

"The Eight Talents are just unique talents, and they are evaluated every five years because of age requirements, so many outstanding talents are missed out, and some people simply don't want to be among the Eight Talents. Just like the Four Great Talents, not everyone likes it."

"But the Eight Talents of the Imperial Academy is a great honor after all. If nothing unexpected happens, Fang Zhenguo will definitely be among them."

"Nonsense, if he doesn't become the Eighth Prince of Hanlin, then the Eighth Prince will be in name only in the future."

Although there were many comments, they were all praising Duan Yaohai's talent.

As soon as the list of articles changed, Chen Hanlin immediately asked someone to appreciate the poems.

Xuemei's literary meeting took a long time and would not end until dawn tomorrow.

As time passed slowly, people continued to appreciate poems at literary meetings, and people continued to submit poems. The literary list was also constantly changing, but Fang Yun's "Farewell to Li Wenying in the Snow" always topped the list, and no one could surpass it.

Scholars could stay up late without harming themselves, but the family members could not bear it and left one after another.

Fang Yun originally wanted Yang Yuhuan and the others to leave, but the three of them refused to leave, and Nunu and Ao Huang also refused to leave. They were both very interested in the cultural society, so Fang Yun had to give up.

There are fewer people in Meiyuan, but the atmosphere is more lively. Many people are waiting for the time when Zi and Chou meet, because according to convention, a large number of excellent poems will appear at that moment, and the rankings on the literary list will flip like flying, also known as " "Flying on the Wen List" is the most talked about thing among scholars every year.

The Ugly Time is getting closer and closer, and the number of people dedicating poems has increased significantly, and the rankings on the literary list have changed more and more frequently. Many people know that it will be difficult for them to be on the literary list after the Ugly Time, so they might as well be on the list now, which can be regarded as being on the list. The list of articles can be used as conversation material.

Fang Yun looked at Jiang Hechuan and whispered: "Master Wen Xiang, do I have to write poetry today?"

"You can also write poems and essays." Jiang Hechuan looked ahead, his eyes seemed a little empty, and he was obviously practicing silently.

Fang Yun could only ask: "When will it be done?"

"Do it as soon as the ugly moment comes. Don't waste time. Go back to sleep after you have conquered the talents of the ten countries." Jiang Hechuan said.

"You... it's better to do it simply."

Fang Yun counted the time in his mind. When Chou Shi used military time, it was one o'clock in the morning, and it arrived soon.

When one o'clock in the morning was approaching, no one in the plum garden offered poems, and everyone looked at Fang Yun.

At the same time, Xuemei Wenhui in cities across Jingguo was surprisingly calm, waiting for something. Changes also occurred in other countries.

There were people from all over the ten countries looking in the direction of Jingguo's capital.

"I wonder if Fang Zhenguo can still rule the country!"

"Fang Zhenguo must not write, must not, if you write I won't be on the Xuemei essay list this year..."

"The country has failed! The country has failed..." A few people cursed secretly.

Many famous people are extremely calm at the moment and seem not to be preparing to write poetry at the most critical moment.

The bell of the ugly hour is ringing. At this moment in previous years, the Xuemei essay list would have been as chaotic as snow, but now, the essay list is silent and the rankings are motionless.

Thousands of people look to the capital, and the plum garden dominates the world.

"Go up." Jiang Hechuan said.

Fang Yun nodded and walked towards the pavilion while talking.

"The Xuemei Literary Society is one of the most important literary societies of the human race. The day I came out of Denglongtai, I was thinking about it and had no clue. After entering the Tiger Prison, I recalled the past and thought about that day, and made half a thought. I can't write the second half of the poem "Bu Suanzi" anyway."

As he spoke, Fang Yun entered the pavilion and wrote the first half of the poem "Businessman".

"Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy."

Sighs arose.

Nunu blinked and looked at Ao Huang.

Ao Huang thought for a while and looked at Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao whispered: "The first half of this poem is probably recalling the scene I saw in early spring. Next to the broken bridge of the inn, a plum tree bloomed alone, and no one paid attention. It was originally the dusk time. , and now there is only one, so naturally it is particularly sad, but what is even more desolate is that the wind and rain are blowing, and the plum blossom petals are scattered. "

"Little luck has suffered." Yang Yuhuan lowered his head and wiped his tears with his hand, and Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly handed over the handkerchief.

Nunu jumped onto Yang Yuhuan's lap, looked at Yang Yuhuan, and screamed softly to comfort her.

Fang Yun continued: "After suffering in prison, I had some enlightenment, but I was sent out of the Tiger Prison before I could think of the second half. It wasn't until I passed the punishment of the Moon Tree that I had the time to think about the second half." With that said, Fang Yun continued writing.

During the writing process of Fang Yun, Jiang Hechuan casually threw the text seal, and invisible power fell on the paper.

"There is no need to strive for spring, and the flowers will be jealous. It will be scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance will remain the same."

After Fang Yun finished writing, his talent soared to the sky, and his talent of more than four feet appeared on the paper.

Words become a town.

The fragrance of ink floats, the sound spreads hundreds of miles, the words generate light, and visions occur frequently.

But at the end, a warm breath spreads throughout the plum garden.

It was clearly late winter at this moment, and the plum trees were not fully blooming even under the influence of the temple. However, after the poem was completed, countless plum blossoms bloomed, with numerous branches and a strong plum fragrance.

The branches of the plum tree are covered with pink, red and white plum blossoms. There are so many plum blossoms that the branches hang low.

"This..." Jiang Hechuan looked surprised.