"Okay, I'll protect my sister-in-law! I heard that non-scholars who beat the drum for reporting to the emperor need to be caned forty times first. But it's okay. When I was born, the Holy Court gave me an additional title of Prince Huang, which is applicable to ten countries! It should be like what is said in the play, scolding the tyrant monarch and beating the treacherous ministers. It's not used in normal times, but now I will beat whoever dares to hit you!" Ao Huang raised his head proudly and said.
Nunu ran towards Yang Yuhuan and wanted to leave together, but after running a few steps, he suddenly turned back, stretched out his head, grabbed Yan Gui's neck with his mouth, and followed Yang Yuhuan out of the house.
Yan Gui was indignant but helpless. He could only roll his eyes and pretend to be dead.
As Yang Yuhuan left Shangshe, she saw some women coming towards her. Leading the way was none other than Qiao Chen, the wife of Shangshe Jinshi Qiao Juze. She was the daughter of the Chen Sheng family and had a noble status.
"Yuhuan, you're not at home, what are you doing out here?"
When Yang Yuhuan took a closer look, she saw that the wives and maids of these Jinshi all had red and swollen eyes, and they were obviously affected by the strange vision and true meaning of the sad poems.
"Go and beat the drum to appeal for justice!" Yang Yuhuan said firmly.
The girls were shocked, and Mrs. Qiao Chen hurriedly said, "No, you are not a scholar, so you can't beat the drum to report... But if Prince Long... Huang is here, there is nothing to worry about!"
"Well, isn't that right?" Ao Huang said proudly.
Qiao Chen came over quickly, took Yang Yuhuan's arm, and said softly, "Sister Yuhuan, this matter needs to be carefully considered, and we must not act rashly. Let's go home first, and we sisters can discuss countermeasures!"
Yang Yuhuan looked hesitant, remembering what Fang Yun once said, that Qiao Juze and Qiao Chen were from the Chen Sheng family, and shared the honor and disgrace with the Jing Kingdom. If he was not at home, she could ask Qiao Chen for advice when encountering problems. After all, she was the daughter of a semi-saint family and was more thoughtful in many aspects.
"Okay, then I'll listen to my sister."
Ao Huang looked at these women warily, not far from Yang Yuhuan, and then winked at Nunu.
The little fox understood what she meant and immediately jumped into Yang Yuhuan's arms.
Mrs. Qiao Chen saw everything, and her eyes became more kind towards Ao Huang and the little fox.
Qing Kingdom, the Xun family is the second most sage family.
"I have to say that Fang Yun is indeed extraordinary! But I am sure that he has racked his brains to pass on one poem to the world, and the last two poems will never be able to protect the country!"
"If it is so easy to defend a country, wouldn't everyone be able to do it? It's easy to defend a country by writing three articles a day!"
"Since you are going to be punished by the Moon Tree God, then just stay in the cell obediently. Why do you have to come out and stir up trouble? I sympathize with Yang Yuhuan, but not with him!"
"If he is right, doesn't it mean that the Jing Kingdom's Ministry of Justice, the Lei family, the Zong family, and the Sima family are all wrong? Watching someone die without rescuing them is watching someone die without rescuing them. If everyone is like him, how can we kill the demon barbarians?"
"That makes sense. He only said Lei Jiu retreated, how do you know that Lei Jiu wasn't looking for an opportunity to counterattack? Even if he wasn't counterattacking, couldn't Lei Jiu protect himself? Fang Yun has hands and feet, why does he need Lei Jiu's protection!"
"That's right, Lei Jiu didn't save Fang Yun. Fang Yun also survived, which means Lei Jiu didn't make a mistake! Fang Yun didn't save Lei Jiu, Lei Jiu died, Fang Yun was totally wrong!"
"Yes. Fang Yun deserves to die!"
Many members of the Xun family responded to these statements, but some of them frowned, but did not say much due to emotional reasons.
"You have brought shame to the Xun family!" A loud shout came from the door.
Everyone looked and saw that it was Xun Tianling. This man was over 40 years old. He had fought in Liangjie Mountain for more than 20 years, but he was still a Jinshi. Everyone thought he was not talented. But later they found out that he had been suppressing his strength in order to enter the Holy Ruins. Now he has become a Hanlin and will soon become a university scholar. He is a rising star of the Xun family.
"If it were me, I would not save that coward Lei Jiu! Instead of slandering Fang Yun here, it is better to think about how to wash away the shame of the Xun family being suppressed by Wen in a state!" Xun Tianling said and left.
Tiger in prison.
Chief Prisoner Huo, two Jinshi from the Criminal Hall and all the jailers were crowded in the dungeon, and some old jailers who were well-read in poetry and literature were discussing in a low voice.
"Fang Wenhou is a Jinshi. This first poem is about love. The second one will probably be about other poems, right?"
Huo Siyu spoke for the first time: "The first poem expresses my true feelings, and the second poem should express my will or express my grievances."
The two judges looked at Siyu Huo in surprise. They didn't expect that this man had such bad character but rich experience. However, they felt relieved when they thought that he was an old scholar and worked in the Ministry of Justice.
Fang Yun sat there with his eyes closed to rest, because his talent was growing rapidly as he wrote the poems that became famous all over the world. If he didn't continue writing, he wouldn't need to rest, but he had to continue until his talent stabilized.
The poem "Jiang Cheng Zi: Dream in Prison" had been sucked away by the official seal in the sky and sent to the Criminal Hall for filing. It would be returned to Fang Yun after the case was concluded.
A full half hour passed before Fang Yun started writing again.
"Lime groan."
"Thousands of hammers and chisels have carved out the mountains,
The fire burns as if nothing happened.
I am not afraid of being crushed to pieces.
To keep a clean record in the world."
The golden official seal in the sky is still there, which can make the talent show. Fang Yun wrote a line of poetry and created a foot of talent. After writing the last sentence, four feet of talent stood on the paper, and the poem became a national treasure!
Afterwards, the words of the poem glowed and the ink smelled fragrant.
Strange, crisp sounds emanated from the pages of the poem, like the sound of hammers and chisels hitting the mountains, followed by the sound of burning flames, and finally the sound of crushing stones.
The sounds only spread for a dozen feet before stopping.
Fang Yun, the two Jinshi from the Criminal Palace, and Juren Huo Siyu all had literary talents, so they instinctively closed their eyes and entered the Wen Palace.
In the Wen Palace, Fang Yun looked up at the starry sky and saw that his Wen Dan was surrounded by flames, and at the same time, a hammer and a chisel were hitting Wen Dan.
Wendan continuously emitted dim light.
Fang Yun widened his eyes in disbelief.
"This... This is not an ordinary courage-refining poem. It should be the rarest 'flawless courage-refining' in the legend. Only semi-saintly true texts have this effect. Semi-saintly true texts are very rare, and it is almost impossible to use them without becoming a great scholar. There are also poems and texts of great scholars that have the effect of flawless courage-refining, but that requires the subtle words and profound meanings of the great scholar to activate it."
Soon, the hammer, chisel and fire disappeared, and Fang Yun found that his writing had become smaller, but more crystal clear and extremely beautiful.
When Fang Yun left the Wen Palace, he saw the two Jinshi from the Criminal Palace bowing deeply to express their gratitude.
"Thank you, Master Fang!" they said in unison.
Then, a Jinshi from the Criminal Hall said excitedly, "The flawless courage-refining poem was not created by you, but every flawless courage-refining poem needs to be motivated by profound meanings. This is the only flawless courage-refining poem that can be used by those below the level of a great scholar! On behalf of all those who have almost no chance of becoming a university scholar, I would like to thank you greatly! Without this flawless courage-refining poem, I would have less than a 50% chance of becoming a university scholar, but with this poem, I have at least a 30% chance! Thank you, Fang Zhenguo!"
Only Huo Siyu was still standing there in a daze, not coming to his senses.
The jailer, the scholar, and the clerk were all extremely surprised. They were all scholars and knew what "flawless courage refining" was.
Huo Siyu murmured to himself, "This... is the legendary flawless courage-refining poem? Right, right, this poem uses objects to express aspirations. The stone has been hammered, chiseled, and refined by fire, and finally turned into lime, which complements the literary courage. The last part is 'to leave a clear conscience in the world'. Isn't it about training a flawless literary courage? Thank you, Master Fang!"
Chief Prisoner Huo bowed instinctively, not caring about being a lackey of Yuan Su, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice. When he heard Fang Yun's first utterance of "flawless courage refining", he thought it was comparable to his own three years of courage refining with "Lime Chant". This great gift was like a rebirth.
A scholar clerk whispered, "Master Warden, is this poem really the perfect refining of courage? Ordinary refining of courage can only enhance one's literary courage, but the perfect refining of courage can eliminate the flaws in one's literary courage. It is impossible to do this without becoming a great scholar!"
"Could it be that I and the two scholars of the Criminal Palace have made a mistake? Listen. The Minister of Literature is reciting this poem to the whole country with his eloquent voice."
At this time, Minister of Culture Jiang Hechuan had already recited the last sentence.
“… I want to keep my innocence in this world. Hmm?”
The last nasal sound of Jiang Hechuan spread all over the country, and many children laughed. They didn't expect that the Minister of Culture would make a mistake. But most people continued to listen.
Jiang Hechuan did not burst into words immediately.
The students of Jing State were discussing this matter.
"What's going on? Did something bad happen? The Minister of Literature said earlier that this poem would protect the country, but why did it make that sound?"
"That sound was just surprise, not necessarily a bad one."
"It must be a big event that could make the Minister of Literature lose his composure like this."
"Could it be related to the poem "Lime Chant"? Let me think. It was chiseled with thousands of hammers and chisels in the mountains. It was burned by the raging fire as if it were nothing. I am not afraid of being crushed to pieces, as long as I can leave my innocence in the world. Hmm?" The person reciting the poem also made a nasal sound after reciting it, and then stopped talking.
The students around him could see that he was immersed in the literary world. After a moment's thought, they either wrote or read the poem "Lime Chant".
Soon, Jiang Hechuan's joyful voice spread throughout Jingguo.
"This poem is not only a national treasure, but also a 'flawless poem for tempering courage'! From now on, all scholars, from great scholars to scholars, can use this poem to eliminate the flaws in their literary courage!"
All the Juren, Jinshi, Hanlin and Daxueshi of Jing State were thrown into a frenzy and recited the poem immediately.
After reciting "Lime Chant" once, Qiao Juze opened his eyes with satisfaction and muttered to himself: "With this "Lime Chant", my chance of becoming a great scholar can be increased by at least 10%! Fang Zhenguo, oh Fang Zhenguo, not Zheng Jingguo, but Zheng Shiguo! After this poem is published, there will be at least 10% more great scholars, 20% more university scholars, and 30% more Hanlin scholars every hundred years! It's a pity that the human race is not talented enough. If they were talented enough, the number of Jinshi admitted to the ten countries would definitely double! But... this poem seems to have another meaning."
Qiao Juze turned his head and looked towards the Left Prime Minister’s Mansion.
Liu Shan's face was as gloomy as water. He himself did not care about this "flawless courage-refining poem". After all, he had the ability to become a great scholar. However, this poem was about "digging mountains and chiseling stones", and there was a "mountain" in his name. If someone from his country wrote this poem, he would not think much about it, but since Fang Yun wrote this poem, he had to think about it.
Ji Zhibai's body swayed and his hands tightly grasped the armrests of the chair.
On that day, he practiced "Praise of the Humble House" and made certain progress in his literary ability, but he broke up with Fang Yun not long ago, so he could only hurt himself and forget about "Praise of the Humble House". Unexpectedly, Fang Yun came up with "Lime Chant" today, which means that within a year, the literary ability of other Jinshi in Jing State will definitely surpass him!
It also means that Ji Zhibai's literary and combat abilities will not be as good as those of the top Jinshi!
As one gains, another loses. After many years, those ordinary middle-ranking Jinshi may surpass him, the top scholar of Jingguo, in literary talent!
Ji Zhibai was at a loss, not knowing whether it was right or wrong to be an enemy of Fang Yun. (To be continued...)