The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

"Excellent. In just ten days, 50,000 copies were sold and 30,000 were sold, and the rest were handed over to Xuanting Bookstore for sale. In a few days, "The Romance of the West Chamber" will be spread across the ten countries. According to the speculation of the Tang Dynasty shopkeeper, The book sales in a month can reach 500,000," Fang Yun said.

"I can call you little rich man from now on. Come on, I'll tell you to remember." Li Wenying said

Fang Yun picked up the pen and paper on the table and waited for Li Wenying to recite the poem.

“Thousands of trees are about to break when frozen, but a single root grows warm.

In the deep snow in the former village, several branches bloomed last night.

The wind carries the delicate fragrance, and the birds take a look at the beautiful scenery.

Next year, as expected, Wangchuntai will be the first place to visit. "

It took a while after Li Wenying finished reading, but Fang Yun finished writing the song "Early Plum Blossoms", but his expression was a little strange.

This poem first describes the environment of the early plum blossoms, then the blooming of the early plum blossoms, and then writes about the fragrance and beauty of the flowers that attract the hearts of the birds. Finally, it not only writes a message for the plum blossoms, but also expresses the poet's intention to go to "Wangchuntai", which is the capital.

Fang Yun thought of last year's court battle and guessed that Li Wenying wanted to go to the capital to meet the left prime minister for a while. However, Jiangzhou has the Yangtze River and Qingguo to the south, the East China Sea to the east, and the Monster Mountain to the west. It is crucial that only He is best suited to sit here.

"You have great talents!" Fang Yun exclaimed.

Li Wenying didn't care about Fang Yun's praise, but looked at Fang Yun's handwriting and said curiously: "Your "Spring Dawn" is written like a dog crawling, "A Story in the Pillow" is still bad, and "Inscription on a Humble Room" has a straight writing style and is still only I can say that your calligraphy is mediocre. But your calligraphy today has the character of everyone. I wish your calligraphy can reach the state of "flowers blooming in writing" as soon as possible. "

"Thank you for the compliment, sir." Fang Yun felt much more at ease. This meant that no one could judge his words in future exams. The many days of hard training were not in vain.

"You go to eat, and come back to me when you find something you can change."

"Student resigned."

Fang Yun took the page and walked to the cafeteria, thinking about how to change the poem as he walked.

Entering the cafeteria, Fang Yun saw that Li Yuncong and others had already eaten half of their meals. He was about to get some food, but he had a poem page in his hand, so he walked over and put the poem page on the chair next to Lu Yu.

"You guys keep an eye on me while I go get some food." Fang Yun said and left.

Lu Yu, who was standing by, picked up the poem page and looked at it, saying, "This Fang Lun is really amazing. We didn't even finish the meal, but he actually composed a poem. I'll read it to you."

After Lu Yu finished reading, the other four people nodded.

"Although the season is wrong, it should be that he wanted to write it last year but didn't finish it, and then he suddenly had an idea and wrote it."

"This first sentence is wonderful, describing the cruelty of the weather and the pride of the plum trees."

"The third sentence is also good. The dialogue is neat and vivid."

"The last sentence is interesting. Wait until he comes back and ask if he is interested in the capital."

"It's a pity that this poem has no talent. It probably needs some changes."

"He's not a saint. He can't do every poem so well. It's just a pity."

While they were talking, a judge passed by, glanced at it, and then left and walked to a dining table in the distance, where Liu Zicheng's brother-in-law Zhuang Wei was sitting.

"How's it going? Fang Yun wrote a new poem?" Zhuang Wei asked.

"Yes, I read it. There is no talent at all, but the poems are pretty good. There should be some big problems in some places that lead to the lack of talent. The words are also his, that's right."

"Let's go over and have a look. As long as there is no talent, no matter what you say, it makes sense! This time the poem has no talent. If you don't attack him, even if he can write a more powerful article than "Inscriptions on a Humble Room", it will not shake my literary work. How dare you go get the pen and ink and see how I 'ruin the poem'!"

So several officials walked together to where a group of five people were, and walked to the table. Zhuang Wei took a closer look and found that he had no talent. He saw the word "Fang Yun" and a smile appeared on his face.

At this time, someone handed over a wooden tray with pen and ink on it.

Zhuang Wei snatched the poem page from Lu Yu's hand and put it on the table.

The five people in the first class stared blankly at this Juren, wondering why he had gone so crazy and why he was robbing Fang Yun's poem pages.

Fang Yun just turned around with the food in hand and saw Zhuang Wei about to write on it, so he hurriedly stopped him and said, "Zhuang Wei, what are you doing!"

Zhuang Wei laughed loudly and said: "I really can't stand it because you know nothing about this poor poem and it's full of loopholes. The biggest mistake in your poem is that it's not in the right setting. It's obviously summer, but you're writing about winter. This It’s a big taboo. And the first sentence is about to break due to the cold. I heard that some trees were broken by the strong wind, but I have never heard that this sentence should be deleted!

After Zhuang Wei finished speaking, he stroked his pen and drew a thick horizontal line of ink on "Ten thousand trees are about to break due to the freezing cold". This line of text could no longer be read clearly.

When Fang Yun saw that his handwriting had been daubed, he felt annoyed and said, "Immediately apologize and get out of here. You can't change this poem!"

Zhuang Wei smiled and said: "We are both students of the Prefectural Literary Academy. It is natural for everyone to change poems for children. Why can't I change it? You think too highly of yourself."

Fang Yun didn't expect that a Juren would use this method. If both parties were familiar with each other, it would be normal for the Juren to help Tongsheng rewrite his poems and even judge them. But Zhuang Wei obviously came with malicious intent, just because his invitation was rejected yesterday.

Fang Yun's expression turned cold and he said: "Zhuang Wei, please stop now. I will treat you as if you are aggrieved for your wife and brother. I can forgive you after apologizing. But if you dare to say a word again, you will not be able to stop it by then. Don’t blame me for not reminding you!”

Zhuang Wei said with a smile: "I don't need you to remind me. There is also this second sentence, Gu Gen Nuan Du Hui. The words Gu and Du have similar meanings. It is inappropriate to appear in the same sentence. Cross it out!" After saying this, he waved his pen. , covering up Fang Yun’s handwriting.

Li Yuncong said, "Fang Yun, don't be impulsive. This is to destroy poems. It is a common method between poor families and gentry. It is still a literary competition. If you curse or fight, you will lose."

Fang Yun took a deep breath and said, "Since I warned him and he didn't listen, let him destroy it!"

At this time, several people from Lishan Society came over, and the head of the society, Ye Feng, said angrily, "Zhuang Wei, take your dirty hands away! As a juren, you are so shameless to avenge a tongsheng for personal grudges! You can't do it to a juren to destroy a tongsheng's poem!"

"Destroying poems is a literary competition, and he is a tongsheng before the saint, with a higher status than ordinary scholars. How can it be bullying the weak? Brother Ye, you worry too much."

Zhuang Wei said that he wanted to destroy poems again. Ye Feng said coldly, "If you dare to make another move, I will risk being punished and stop you with my tongue!"

Zhuang Wei's expression changed, and the people around him immediately blocked him.

Fang Yun said, "Brother Ye, thank you for your kindness, but I like to watch the fun, so you don't have to worry about it. I want to see how far he dares to destroy this poem! If he doesn't destroy it well, I won't be happy!"

"Fang Yun, you..."

Fang Yun said, "Brother Ye, wait, I don't believe Zhuang Wei dares to destroy the whole poem!"

During the dispute, everyone in the cafeteria came over, and several lecturers were even smiling. In their opinion, this was competition and encouragement. As long as it didn't hurt people or Wen Gong, they wouldn't stop it.

A lecturer whispered, "I would like to stop it, but it's not a good example. But it's good for Fang Yun to suffer some setbacks. I believe he will get through this difficult time. Maybe he can avenge his previous shame in two or three years."

"Knowing shame and then being brave, this is a good thing for him."

"But Fang Yun seems very calm, is there any trick?"

"It shouldn't be, Zhuang Wei has been planning for a long time, how could he make a mistake, that poem page is indeed not talented."

The other lecturers nodded together, all thinking that this was a good opportunity to hone Fang Yun.

The people nearby had different expressions. Some were obviously looking forward to the show, while a few were looking forward to Fang Yun's reputation being frustrated. However, most people sympathized with Fang Yun. After all, even if a scholar wrote poems for a year, he might not be able to write a few talented poems. Most of them were ordinary poems.

Zhuang Wei was hesitant at first, but when he heard Fang Yun's contempt, he said again: "In the deep snow in the village in front? It's totally unpoetic. It's so white that it can't be whiter. Even a three-year-old child can write it. Destroy it!"

Fang Yun couldn't help but smile with sarcasm. He didn't expect things to become even more interesting.

Zhuang Wei continued to destroy the poems one after another. After destroying all of them, he finally put a big "X" on the poem page and said: "As a student who was ranked in the top two in front of the saint, he actually wrote such poems. It's simply an insult to the saints!"

Many people were angered by Zhuang Wei, but Fang Yun didn't speak, so they couldn't say anything. They could only look at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun smiled and asked, "Have you finished destroying the great talent Zhuang? Do you want to destroy it for another half an hour?"

"You are calm. I just want to tell you that you should forgive others when you can. Even if Liu Zicheng is not good, he is still a famous scholar. You didn't even give him a chance to correct his mistakes. It's too much. Remember this lesson and forget about what happened yesterday."

Fang Yun nodded, walked forward and put the wooden tray on the table, then picked up the poem pages, folded them, put them in the pocket of his clothes, and ate slowly.

Everyone was puzzled. They thought that Fang Yun would have a follow-up after saying harsh words, but he actually ate.

Zhuang Wei saw that Fang Yun didn't say anything, turned around and left, but he was thinking in his heart: "Zicheng and Zizhi have a deep brotherly love. If Zizhi knew about this, he would definitely be closer to me. Humph, I didn't want to destroy the poem, I just wanted to be a good person, but you didn't know how to appreciate it. You can't blame me for this."

Zhuang Wei was proud and walked out. After a few steps, he heard Fang Yun's voice.

"Brother Zhuang, please stay. I just forgot to say something." Fang Yun said.

"What do you want to say?" Zhuang Wei turned around, thinking Fang Yun was going to give in.

"Nothing, I just wanted to say that after school at noon, Lord Yuanjun asked me to go to his Mingjing Hall and recite a poem, and asked me to help him revise it, so I wrote it down. I never thought that you would ruin it. I forgot all the lines of the poem. I will go to Mingjing Hall again after dinner."

Before Fang Yun finished speaking, Zhuang Wei's face turned pale, sweating profusely, and he could hardly stand.

Those who were angry for Fang Yun before all laughed, and the two teenagers Lu Yu and Ning Zhiyuan slapped the table and laughed.

"Hahaha... This... This stupid scholar, even a three-year-old child can write a poem to scold Jianmei Gong!"

"Fang Yun, you are so bad, why didn't you say it earlier? Hahaha..."

The lecturers looked at each other, and they didn't expect Fang Yun to really have a backhand, and this backhand was not ordinary cruel.