Not long after, Zeng Yuan sent Ji Mengxian's "Quest for Fang Yunxi".
Fang Yun read carefully.
"Since the Spring and Autumn Annals written by Confucius, he has been describing human relations. The order of monarch and minister, father and son, superior and inferior, superior and inferior, is like a crown and shoes and cannot be inverted. Those who have good luck in the Qing Dynasty have inferior positions and inferior people, and the land is actually poor and humble..."
The article is filled with laughter and curses, scolding Fang Yun to a bloody pulp. Although some of the basis is completely based on speculation, the writing is so brilliant that anyone who reads it will be moved. Statements are inherently provocative, with emotion first, literary talent second, and facts second.
When Fang Yun read this memorandum, he frowned at first, then became angry, then regained his composure, but smiled at the end, and immediately sent a message to Zeng Yuan after reading it.
"As expected of the number one scholar of the Qing Dynasty, this man 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 man has the talent of prime minister, but no virtue of prime minister. What a pity." Fang Yun sent another letter.
"Sure enough, it's Fang Zhenguo who comes out once in a thousand years. Others use slogans to criticize you, but you praise and regret it."
"If it is that kind of lame insult, I will denounce it and ignore it. Although this article has some flaws, it is a rare good article. Brother Zeng, please help me repay Ji Mengxian. I am willing to use Mingzhou poetry in exchange for it. The original text of this article.”
"Haha, even if Chen Lin wrote "An Advocate Against Cao Cao" back then, Cao Cao, a great scholar of the generation, would not have such a broad mind."
"Literary men despise each other and attach great importance to each other. This person's talents are both true and false. If he knows his mistakes and can correct them, he will do great good. I think that although this man laughs and curses in his writings, he does not belittle and attack my merits, which can be saved. Come on, If there are any other essays that criticize me, all those who are on the literary list will be sent to me. I will have a good look at it today! Traveling thousands of miles is a test, and facing the criticism of thousands of people is also a test! "Scholar Fang Yun! Anger emerged.
"Do you really want anything?"
"I don't care if I don't read those poems and articles that curse and slander at every turn. Reading their articles makes my eyes dirty. I want to see the ones that are literary and interesting." Fang Yun said.
"Okay! Then wait a moment."
Subsequently, Zeng Yuan continued to send various poems and articles criticizing and even attacking Fang Yun.
Fang Yun lowered his head to read, sometimes calmly, sometimes with a sneer on his face, sometimes exclaiming that it was interesting, sometimes praising the wonderful writing, but he would often become so angry that he would even close some letters. But I will open it and read it in the end.
Fang Yun read each letter one by one. Starting from the fifty-first letter, he kept smiling and occasionally complimented.
Since then, all the slanderous and cursing articles have faded away, and they can no longer make Fang Yun angry.
After reading thousands of poems, it was already late at night, and the sky in the east was already getting a little brighter. Fang Yun felt a little sore in his back, so he stood up and walked around gently.
Fang Yun smiled and took a few steps. He heard a strange crisp sound coming from his palace, like stones hitting each other, steady and powerful, and spread thousands of miles in an instant.
All literate people within a thousand miles were awakened.
The examiner in the marking room of the State Liberal Arts Academy suddenly raised his head. Zhao Jingkong, the beggar uncle who didn't take the test at all, suddenly looked at Fang Yun where the Fang family was, and the noodles on his beard shook slightly and fell to the ground.
Gezhoumu put away his pen and said with a smile: "Okay! This person's literary courage is not only as solid as a stone in the second level, but even a stone with a voice. I have another person in Jingguo who is expected to become a man without fear. One step further, that is A stubborn stone will give birth to a jade, and in the end, the second level of literary courage will be achieved. Even Jianmei Gong has not reached the third level of literary courage."
"We are really lucky. The sound of the stubborn stone only spreads a thousand miles. Unless it is in a place with a lot of talents like the Holy Academy or the capital of various countries, we may not encounter it once every few years. This time the sound of the stubborn stone spread all over Jiangzhou, and many people or officials All the readers are probably laughing.”
"That's natural. His writing is bold and resonant, and my writing is bold and resonant, which increases the possibility of our breakthrough."
"I just don't know which Hanlin or scholar is successful in literature. If you know, I will definitely congratulate you."
"We will thank you together when the results are released tomorrow."
"good."
The examiners continued to review the test papers.
The joy in Zhao Jingkong's eyes disappeared, replaced by confusion. With a flick of his finger, a finger-long noodle on the ground rose up into the air and stuck to his beard again.
"Huhu..." In the blink of an eye, Zhao Jingkong was sitting on the Taishi chair again, sleeping with his head tilted. 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. .
The sun has not yet risen, and the barking of dogs all over Dayuan City breaks the tranquility.
On the painted boat cruise by the Dayuan River, the scholar and the flower girl said goodbye; in the flower street and willow alley, the scholar and the kiln sister carefully counted the money for whoring; at the gate of Wangjiang Tower, the hungover scholar stumbled into the carriage; in the simple inn, the poor family The disciples left in groups carrying boxes of books.
Some doors in Yuhai City quietly opened, and the young masters, ladies and ladies from the famous families were riding in carriages, horses and soft sedans. The young students were making friends with their friends and walking briskly. Some Biyu from Xiaojia in festive costumes were looking forward expectantly. With.
They all walked towards the same place, the State Academy of Literature.
People sound earlier than roosters.
The gate of the Prefectural Literary Academy became extremely busy. The government officials yawned and asked everyone to put away their tents, beddings or carriages.
People flowed like water, slowly gathering towards the State Academy of Literature.
A motorcade stopped outside the north gate of Dayuan City, and then the blue dragon carriage in it left the motorcade, and under the protection of four carriages, entered the city and drove towards the Fang family.
Thousands of miles away in the imperial palace in the capital, a woman sat in front of the bronze mirror on the dressing table, gently touching her face.
This woman is petite and exquisite, dressed in white obscene clothes, with a slender waist that seems to be held in one hand. The skin of the person in the mirror is like snow and jade, and time has not left any trace on her face.
However, the majesty in her eyes prevented the sun from rising.
There are many exquisite boxes and porcelain bottles placed on the dressing table, which contain the rarest beauty products in Shengyuan Continent.
There is pearl powder ground from dragon beads, rouge made from fragrant deer blood, and moon peonies produced in the demon world... On the far right is a neat stack of manuscripts.
Beautiful young regular scripts are laid out on the paper. The handwriting is delicate and rigorous. It is vaguely visible that a quiet woman wrote it under the candlelight.
The breeze blew, the papers scattered, and lines of poetry appeared on each piece of paper.
"... If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can it last day and night?"
"...turn to the Zhu Pavilion, lower the Qihu, take the light without sleep..."
"... Pedestrians outside the wall. Beautiful women inside the wall smile. The laughter gradually disappears and becomes quieter... "
Every year on the fifth day of September, at the gate of the Prefectural Liberal Arts Institute, it is more of a holiday than a holiday.
Everyone tacitly made way for the scholar who came, and the dark blue scholar's robe was the most eye-catching passing token.
Looking around, there is a large area of dark blue clothes near the main entrance of the Zhouwenyuan.
The backs of these blue shirts carry the eyes of countless people.
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 last night's "Reading Poems" has already been famous in Dayuanfu. Unfortunately, if I write it after the ranking is released today, it will definitely be included in the ranking. Compete with scholars from all over the world! In it, you praise Fang Yun and ridicule Qing. The words of Chinese scholars can be called precious words."
"Where there."
"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 him."
"I don't ask for his thanks, I just ask that he can lead us, the scholars of Jingguo, to continue on our path, and not fall in front of the people of Qingguo and Wuguo."
"I hope so."
A red sun broke through the clouds, and the warm sunshine shone on the earth. Dispel the chill of the night.
The main door of the State Literature Academy opened with a bang.
It was dark and extremely quiet outside the Wenyuan Square.
Under the leadership of the great scholar Zhao Jingkong, the Holy Academy Inspector, Jingguo Xuegong Sizheng and Gezhou Mu were in the middle, followed by many officials.
Those talented people were looking forward to it. But the people of Dayuan Prefecture in the distance were stunned. What power made a beggar walk among the officials? And there are noodles hanging from his beard!
Many girls covered their mouths and burst into laughter.
The scholars did not laugh, but looked at Zhao Jingkong with confusion and regret.
Zhao Jingkong glanced at everyone with drowsy eyes. Then Teng Teng moved sideways slowly and said slowly: "This imperial examination will be invigilated by a saint, and we will do our best to assist the saint. After a day, we finally decided who is the best. Please ask Gezhou Mu to announce the list of Jiangzhou candidates."
Several examiners rolled their eyes. Zhao Jingkong had been sleeping. Except for the ranking of the top ten candidates who had to be written by him, he did not 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 he 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, with doubts and surprise in everyone's eyes.
Only Zhao Jingkong's eyes were still confused.
Everyone in Wenyuan Street uniformly turned their heads and looked into the sky behind them.
A green tent carriage pulled by eighteen dragon horses appeared in the sky. The horses walked gracefully in the air, and the wheels of the carriage turned slowly as if they were on the ground.
"Dragon horse racing! Great Confucian, come here!" Someone couldn't help shouting, and there was a chorus of exclamations.
"The carriage's curtain is a sapphire dragon tent, it should be the arrival of Prime Minister Wen!"
"Really?"
Everyone was extremely excited. Wen Xiang had a lofty status in the hearts of people in Jingzhou. Even if Li Wenying and Fang Yun came out of Jiangzhou, Wen Xiang's status in the hearts of Jiangzhou people could not be replaced.
In the hearts of the people of Jingguo, the king can be changed at will, but it is best not to change the minister.
The dragon horse flew to the center of the Zhouwenyuan Square, and the people under the car dispersed. The crowd, which could not be splashed with water, instantly gave up a large area for the carriage to land.
"咴咴..."
Eighteen dragon horses shouted in unison, and the speeding car slowly descended.
An old man wearing a long purple robe opened the door and walked out. His long white hair was spread behind him, his face was covered with fine wrinkles, his nose was high, his eyes were as warm as water, and his whole body seemed to be covered with a light layer of water. shrouded in white light.
Everyone seemed to just look at him and all their troubles would disappear.
Photo by Jiang Hechuan.
"I've met Mr. Wenxiang!" Gezhou Mu bowed and bowed.
"I've seen Mr. Wen Xiang!" Tens of thousands of people who crowded Wenyuan Street bent down to pay tribute, so that many people bumped into each other.
Jiang Hechuan showed a kind smile and said: "No need to be polite, today I just accompany Fang Yun to watch the release of the results."
A blue-robed scholar walked out of the car door and stood next to Jiang Hechuan.
All the people screamed like thunder, Wenyuan Street was about to explode. (To be continued...)