The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

No one expected that Fang Yun's "Bosuanzi? Yongmei" would trigger an extremely rare phenomenon.

"Could it be spring in winter?"

This phenomenon of spring in winter is extremely unique, and it is rarely triggered by poetry. Once triggered, it will inevitably appear at this time every year, year after year, without stopping. Generally, only the power of the saints can trigger this phenomenon.

In the future, every year in the deep winter, the plum blossoms in the plum garden will bloom in large quantities in advance, enough to attract people from all over the capital to visit, and become one of the famous attractions in the capital.

For scholars who hope to leave their names in history, this phenomenon is the most valuable, and they would rather exchange it for ten years of life.

"Look, flowers bloom on a dead tree." A young man pointed to a dead and dry plum tree.

"What!"

"Where?"

"Then this is not spring in winter, but a further phenomenon of dead trees coming back to life!"

Many people stood up and walked over to take a closer look. Sure enough, the plum tree was indeed dead, and the roots had been dug out, but it still grew flowers like a living plum tree.

"I... feel hot!" said an old scholar.

"This is the power of dead trees coming back to life. You old gentlemen, you are blessed! If anyone has a stubborn disease, it will disappear or be alleviated." Chen Hanlin laughed and said loudly.

"I heard that dead trees coming back to life have this kind of power!"

"No wonder even the Minister of Literature is so surprised."

"Haha, Fang Zhenguo is great! The alleviation of stubborn diseases is enough for us old guys to live one or two more years. If anyone makes a breakthrough, it is equivalent to adding decades to their lifespan."

Suddenly, in the corner of the plum garden, there appeared an old man with a kind face. The old man looked ordinary and no one paid attention to him. But Chen Hanlin, who was standing in the pavilion, noticed the old man and his face changed. Just as he was about to speak, the old man waved his hand. Chen Hanlin quickly shut up and turned to look elsewhere.

A few people noticed Chen Hanlin's abnormality and looked in the direction Chen Hanlin had looked before, but there was nothing there.

"It's nice to see dead trees come back to life in spring, but it's not as good as this poem! Although I'm a member of the Snow Party, I really want to thank the Minister of Literature. Thanks to him for forcing Fang Zhenguo to join the Plum Party and write such a good poem. Fang Zhenguo's sentence 'I have no intention of struggling for spring, I let all the flowers be jealous' explains everything. He wanted to be a Snow Party quietly, and he had no intention of being a Plum Party struggling for spring!"

"Distorted the meaning of the text! How can the Snow Party understand the Plum Poem? This statement clearly means that Fang Wenhou had no intention of fighting with certain families, but ended up arousing their jealousy and hatred!"

"Don't argue, I think the last two sentences are better. The first two sentences are lonely, the next two sentences are sad, and the next two sentences are jealous, 'falling into mud and turning into dust' is extremely miserable, and then the meaning of the text is sublimated, the fragrance remains, the plum fragrance remains the same! No matter how the enemy attacks, even if the Moon Tree God punishes, You can only kill Fang Yun, but not his reputation!"

"Winter plum blossoms are proud of the cold, just like Fang Zhenguo fighting against the scum of the human race alone. Even if he fails, he will still be as fragrant as before."

"No wonder he is nicknamed the Mad King. 'I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let all the flowers be jealous', except Fang Zhenguo, who in the world can say so? Who dares to say so! This poem has already ranked first on the literary list, surpassing the scholars of ten countries!"

"Someone in the discussion list has already appreciated this poem. Those who originally believed that Fang Yun could not write a good poem have all shut up and praised him."

"Duan Yaohai, one of the eight talented people, has published an article on the discussion list, saying that this poem is the best poem about plum blossoms in the world. The predecessors could not reach it, and the future generations may find it difficult to catch up!"

"Congratulations!" Qiao Juze and other upper-class Jinshi were beside him, congratulating Fang Yun together.

Fang Yun smiled and returned the gift. When he was imprisoned, the wives and concubines of these upper-class Jinshi had been helping Yuhuan.

Qiao Juze sighed, "A few months ago, I thought I was not much different from Fang Yun, but today I found that there is a difference of ten Ji Zhibai between me and Fang Yun!"

Many Jinshi nodded.

Fang Yun nodded and said seriously, "Oh, it seems that there is not much difference between you and me."

Everyone was stunned.

"Puff..." Zhao Hongzhuang was drinking tea, but she sprayed all the tea in her mouth out, spraying Ao Huang's face, and then she coughed and laughed. Yang Yuhuan smiled and gently massaged Zhao Hongzhuang's back.

Ao Huang looked at Zhao Hongzhuang aggrievedly. He wanted to laugh, but he was sprayed back by the tea.

Nu Nu pointed at Ao Huang's face and laughed.

Then the sound of spraying tea continued, and many people laughed and clapped their hands. This really smeared Ji Zhibai.

Qiao Juze pointed at Fang Yun and said to everyone with a smile: "Look at this Fang Tiezui. If he doesn't open his mouth, it's fine. But if he opens his mouth, he will ruin people's reputation. Anyone who offends him will be in big trouble!"

"Fang Yun's level of arranging people is no less than his poetry. This reminds me of his saying 'eyes grow on the buttocks, only recognize clothes and not people'. He is really not easy to mess with!"

"In the future, if you say that you are a few Ji Zhibai away from someone, it will be an insult."

"If Ji Zhibai hears Fang Yun's words, he will be so angry that he will vomit blood."

Laughter continued in the plum garden.

Fang Yun continued to look at the discussion list. Someone actually posted his previous rebuttal to Ji Zhibai and the joke just now. A large number of scholars praised his previous words for being very reasonable, and many people said that they laughed on the spot after reading Fang Yun's words just now.

Chen Hanlin in the pavilion smiled and said: "I have to write it down. There will be interesting things to talk about at the Xuemei Literary Meeting next year."

Everyone smiled knowingly.

The Snow and Plum Blossoms List remained unchanged for a long time. This was because the scholars showed respect for Fang Yun and did not offer any poems. After a full quarter of an hour, people from all over the ten countries began to write poems and compose fu to praise the snow and plum blossoms.

In the plum garden, Chen Hanlin looked at Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan and said: "Master Wen Xiang, since you asked Fang to compose the plum poems, how about a brief comment on this "Bu Shuanzi"?"

Jiang Hechuan nodded and said: "Go through the wind and frost without being discouraged, start with a hundred flowers without being proud, fall into the dust without being sad, just keep the fragrance, have bones and heart, good words! This year, the Mei Party won!"

After Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, he stood up and walked out slowly.

Everyone immediately stood up and saw each other off.

Fang Yun didn't want Yang Yuhuan to stay up late, so he followed Wen Xiang. Ao Huang finally participated in a cultural gathering and was reluctant to leave, but he followed Fang Yun behind.

"Alas, Fang Yun is so treacherous. He won't give Ben Long a chance to overpower him! If Ben Long recites a plum poem, he will definitely be on the list!" Ao Huang sighed while shaking his head.

Fang Yun said with a smile: "You haven't left the plum garden yet, so you can recite a plum poem on the spot!"

"Ah? Do you really want me to recite poetry? I'm not welcome to you!"

"You're welcome." Fang Yun stopped and said.

Jiang Hechuan also stopped and looked at Ao Huang with a smile to see what good poems this little true dragon could write.

The scholars around him looked at Ao Huang curiously. There were indeed people in the Dragon Clan with outstanding literary talents, but they were only a minority.

Ao Huang pondered for a moment and pretended to look around the plum garden. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he raised his head and shouted: "I've thought about it! One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, eleven pieces. Even if you fly into the mud, how about it? Can you spread your poems to the whole country?"

Everyone was stunned.

Nunu was stunned, her little eyes widened, and she was completely frightened by Ao Huang's limerick. Her little look seemed to be saying: Is this also called a poem?

Finally, Zhao Hongzhuang couldn't help it, covered her mouth and started giggling.

Yang Yuhuan also lowered his head and smiled with his mouth pursed. Su Xiaoxiao's shoulders trembled slightly and she kept laughing while covering her mouth.

Many readers couldn't help but laugh. It's okay to think of this poem as a game. After all, it occupies an interesting place. However, it is unprecedented for Ao Huang to be so shameless and spread the world.

Fang Yun laughed and scolded: "This poem can be used as a nursery rhyme for a six-year-old child. He is good at numeracy. How can he use it to control the country? Come home with me quickly and don't embarrass yourself here."

"Jealous of Ben Long's talent! Just wait, Ben Long spends money to bribe people, praise this poem, and then say that you wrote it, and future generations will definitely think it is a good poem!" Ao Huang said angrily.

"You are smart!" Fang Yun smiled and left with Wen Xiang.

After getting on the eighteen dragon carriage of Wen Xiang, Fang Yun sat together with Wen Xiang, and the others sat opposite. Wen Xiang waved his hand, and the middle curtain was closed to separate the two sides.

Fang Yun looked sideways at Jiang Hechuan.

Jiang Hechuan's white hair was spread behind him, his white eyebrows were slender, his face was rosy, and his eyes were deep, as if there were stars inside.

"You are very eloquent. You can refute Ji Zhibai and be speechless."

"The power of words is not worth mentioning." Fang Yun said modestly.

"But you have seen one thing very clearly. I came to Xuemei Wenhui to appease people's hearts."

“Students can see that.”

Jiang Hechuan smiled slightly and said: "However, I didn't expect that you would compare me with Liu Hui, the great sage. You spoke so impassionedly at that time that even I didn't expect that I was so great."

Fang Yun coughed lightly and said, "As long as the truth is correct, as for moving Liu Sheng out, it's just a matter of debating."

"Your mind is different from ordinary people. Even I can't force this matter to be connected with Liu Sheng. I'm afraid you were too bookish when you were the county magistrate. Now I see that your debating skills are no less than those of famous experts. I know you I know how to adapt to situations and have a high ability to adapt to situations, so I feel relieved.”

"The students will try their best to govern a county."

Jiang Hechuan nodded, suddenly sighed softly, and said: "Everyone has just commented on your "Bu Shuzi? Ode to the Plum Blossoms", but they haven't touched on the key point. 'When it is scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same.' They It's all over, but I see that you are determined to fight for the Holy Way with the Zajia, and even more determined to protect Jingguo! Even if you are crushed to dust, you will still pursue your ideas. It is your holy way!”

Fang Yun was shocked. He didn't realize it clearly when he chose this poem. But after going through Jiang Hechuan, he realized that subconsciously he was the same as Lu You back then. Even if he was ostracized by the ministers and abandoned by the court, he would still be the same. Firmly choose to be the main combatant!

Although I die without regrets, I just want to leave a fragrance.

Fang Yun nodded lightly, acquiescing to Jiang Hechuan's statement, and he admired these old scholars more and more. Although they had certain limitations of the times, they had reached heights that ordinary people could not reach in many aspects.

Jiang Hechuan said slowly: "Wen Ying went to the ancient land of Huangcheng for training. I don't know how long it will take before he returns. There are many talents in Jingguo, but the only one who can really fight against Zuo Xiang is me. If I make any mistake, Zuo Xiang will definitely You will be in power again. You are a hidden dragon in this world, but after all, you are too young. What you need now is to accumulate, not to fight with the leftist minister."