It was quiet in the plum garden, the snow in the sky had stopped, and the crescent moon on the fourth day of the lunar month hung high in the sky, emitting cold moonlight.
Hundreds of tables are placed in the garden, orderly in the chaos.
Occasionally there was the sound of branches breaking due to heavy snow, and the only sound was the breathing of everyone.
Almost no one thought that Ji Zhibai would launch an attack at this time. The Left Prime Minister Party had been suppressed by Fang Yun and was completely defeated. Even if there was a tendency to regain its strength now, it would still be severely damaged after all.
The left prime minister has been closing the door to thank guests for the past few days. Everyone knew that Liu Shan would be dormant for many days, but Ji Zhibai suddenly jumped out, which was really unreasonable.
People who are opposed to the Left Prime Minister Party are extremely vigilant. If Ji Zhibai dares to suddenly appear at such a time, he must be certain.
Ji Zhibai glanced at everyone with a faint smile, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan, and said: "Master Wen Xiang, there is something unclear about the student. Today, the Demon Saint has issued an order, and next winter the grass barbarian generals will invade. I Jingguo is in danger, and my mentor Zuo Xiang is vomiting blood in his study and is still on his death bed. I thought that Lord Wen Xiang must be worried about state affairs, but at today's critical moment, Lord Wen Xiang actually participated in the Xuemei Wenhui. The students were extremely surprised. So I would like to ask Mr. Wen Xiang, is the crisis of Jingguo’s destruction not as important as the dispute between Xuemei Wenhui?”
The whole place was silent.
Ji Zhibai's words were like a sharp sword piercing everyone's heart. Many people wanted to defend Jiang Hechuan, but when they opened their mouths, they realized that they were unable to defend themselves. At this time, if they were not careful, the picture would get darker and darker.
Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan sat on the chair without saying a word, and did not even look at Ji Zhibai.
Ji Zhibai smiled slightly, stood up and said, "I have finished asking my questions. Since Master Wen Xiang cannot give an answer, students should not press forward. However, in front of the tomorrow hall, students must not read the Master's book. In order to be correct, "People's hearts!"
Jiang Hechuan remained silent.
The air in the plum garden seemed to be frozen, and some young scholars were frightened in their hearts.
Many people are as anxious as ants on a hot pot. This matter may not be a big deal, but it is not a small matter. Once it is taken advantage of by someone with intentions, it will inevitably become a stain on Wen Xiang.
Ordinary scholars can participate in the Xuemei Wenhui at this time, but Jiang Hechuan, one of the four prime ministers, feels a little inappropriate.
A smile of victory appeared on Ji Zhibai's face, he glanced at Fang Yun, turned around and left, but at the moment of turning around. From the corner of his eye, he saw Fang Yun stand up, and his body immediately turned around, staring at Fang Yun like a predatory beast.
Fang Yun raised his hands to everyone present and said, "Everyone, I would like to hear a little story from me first."
"Humph, I asked about Wen Xiang, not you!" Ji Zhibai said coldly.
Fang Yun's eyes narrowed, and his official authority was revealed. He stared at Ji Zhibai and said sternly: "Since you ask about politics and literary ministers. You also want to participate in music. Naturally, you are an editor of the seventh rank of Jingguo. I am an official of the third rank. Marquis Wen, I have a cabinet title. Just for your disrespectful words, I can punish you for one of the following crimes!"
Ji Zhibai was stunned, and immediately gritted his teeth and lowered his head and bowed: "I asked Marquis Fang Wen to forgive me for being so abrupt. I was just in a hurry. It is unimaginable that a country's literary minister would still be romantic when a disaster is approaching. This is rude."
Fang Yun said slowly: "You are used to being rude, and I am too lazy to care. But when I am speaking, you are not allowed to interrupt."
"Nuo." Ji Zhibai secretly hated him. He attacked Wen Xiang. Wen Xiang would not use his official position to suppress him, either by nature or out of self-preservation. However, Fang Yun was younger than him and his Wen position was similar to him, but he was... His high official position was a perfect fit for blaming him.
Fang Yun looked around the plum garden and said: "Hundreds of years ago, there was a group of Jinshi in a certain Guoxue Palace. They studied Confucian classics hard, practiced war poems and verbal swordsmanship, and used all means to improve their strength. They hoped to be able to compete in Spring Hunting, Three Valleys Lienhan, etc. Defeated the barbarians in the battle and brought glory to the human race. However, the Jinshi discovered that there was a Jinshi with mediocre qualifications who seemed to have given up on the holy way, giving up practicing war poetry and fighting, and actually focused on the less useful way. "
"As we all know, numbering is the last of the six arts of a gentleman. It is also called arithmetic and arithmetic. It was not taken seriously hundreds of years ago. When my classmate Jinshi saw that the man did not distinguish between priorities, he hated him for going astray and accused him. , but he ignored it and continued to focus on Shudao. After the war broke out, his classmates rushed to the frontier, but he was still obsessed with Shudao and did not want to join the army to defend his country. He broke off the relationship.”
"Time passed by, and the man's humanities status was no longer improved. When he was approaching forty, he was still an ordinary Jinshi, serving as a casual post in the Ministry of Industry. He had neither literary nor military achievements, and was unknown. He seemed to be waiting to die. However, his classmates Perhaps he became a general in the Imperial Academy due to his military exploits, or he was in charge of a political party, or he was quite famous in Confucian classics. That year, his classmates got together, and his old friends put aside their grievances and persuaded him again, telling him that although Shudao had its uses, it was expensive. The same amount of energy would be better spent on defending the country in terms of war poetry, and it would be even worse to use the classics of the saints to improve one’s literary status.”
"However, he ignored it and continued to study several Taoism. Afterwards, those classmates were completely disappointed with him because he was nearly forty years old and had not written a single book, had not established a single word, and had not achieved any merit. He wasted his position as a Jinshi. He wasted the talents and gifts given to him by the Holy Court, and some even called him a useless scholar."
Fang Yun paused for a moment, looked around at everyone again, and said: "But in March three years later, "Nine Chapters on Arithmetic Notes" came out, and he became an imperial scholar. In June, "Island Arithmetic Scripture" took shape, and he became a university student. Ten years later, he became a great scholar, and twenty years later, Liu Hui became a saint! Under his influence, the skills of craftsmen improved by leaps and bounds, and the power of mechanical skills increased by 50% in just a few decades. The power of the city defense equipment was doubled. During the battle between the two realms, he was already dead, but under the control of his semi-saint cultural treasure "Measuring Heaven Ruler", the mechanism and city defense equipment killed hundreds of millions of monsters! Just a few days ago, it was his descendants who used the "Island Calculation Scripture" to calculate the location of the Divine Punishment Spear, and together with the Armillary Sphere, guided half of the Divine Punishment Spear straight into the grass barbarians, assisted in the destruction of the two barbarian saints, and slaughtered tens of millions of barbarians. !”
Fang Yun's voice got louder and louder, and everyone's hearts were filled with excitement. Many people almost couldn't help but cheer.
Because what Fang Yun is talking about is the true history of Shengyuan Continent.
Fang Yun took a deep breath, looked at Ji Zhibai, and asked loudly: "If the half-sage Liu Hui had given up on teachings, or chosen the most promising classics, or chosen the most practical war poems, who would have given me a human being? Holy! Who gave me the human race's holy book "The Island Calculation Book"!
"Good!" Everyone praised, especially the young scholars, who were excited.
Ji Zhibai was speechless, already understanding Fang Yun's intention.
Fang Yun continued: "As we all know, the Xuemei Controversy seems to be just a game, but it inspires human scholars to write poems and lyrics. Every time the human race has more poems, their talents will increase a little, and every more literary meetings, their talents will also increase! Although Xuemei Literary Society here is small, it leads directly to the Holy Academy Literary List, which is the avenue of enlightenment! Wen Xiang is the leader of a country's literary academy and academy. His first priority is to educate the human race. Isn't he fulfilling his duty when he comes to Xuemei Literary Society? Isn’t it true that he came to the Wenhui Conference to appease people’s hearts? To defend against the barbarians is the military, and to make political decisions is the Left Prime Minister and the civil servants. If you don’t allow the Wenxiang to participate in the Wenhui, how can you let him hold the seal of the Left Prime Minister?”
Ji Zhibai's face was pale. In the past, he only knew that Fang Yun was good at poetry and theory, but he didn't expect that Fang Yun was so sharp and sharp in his eloquence. Compared with Fang Yun, he seemed ignorant when he questioned Wen Xiang's words. Toddlers are gibbering.
Everyone present nodded.
"What Marquis Fang Wen said is absolutely true. Liu Hui's classmates at that time were for the human race, and Liu Hui's intensive study of Shu Dao was also for the human race. Today, other ministers are thinking about strategies to resist the barbarians for the human race. Lord Wen Xiang has the same talent for revitalizing our human race. It’s for the human race! We shouldn’t question Wen Xiang because of this!”
"Now that the holy meeting has not stopped, Chen Sheng has not issued an edict, and the Jingguo court meeting has not yet begun, Lord Wenxiang should do something useful instead of sitting at home pretending to think."
"The more times like this, the more important it is for Minister Wen to stand up and stabilize people's hearts!"
"Fang Xusheng said it well!"
"Fang Zhenguo's words awakened the dreamer! It turns out that those seemingly militaristic, extravagant and wasteful actions are indeed beneficial to the human race! Think about the time when the Moh family spent a lot of money on researching telescopes, and some people accused them of wasting money on trivial skills. , but after telescopes became popular in the military, we realized that those millions of taels of silver had saved the lives of at least hundreds of thousands of sergeants and millions of civilians, and the skills discovered in studying telescopes were also used in our human race. Everywhere, not only is money not wasted, but it is making our human race stronger!”
"He is worthy of being the ancestor of poetry. His perspective on problems really surpasses mine! But we are a little conservative."
Everyone was talking about it, and the truth became clearer and clearer.
Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan remained silent.
Ji Zhibai froze there for a long time, unable to say a word, and became the object of ridicule.
A few people originally wanted to join the Left Prime Minister Party again, but after looking at Ji Zhibai and then Fang Yun, they silently stayed away from Ji Zhibai.
Finally, Fang Yun said slowly: "Ji Zhibai, you are short-sighted, not enough to succeed, but more than enough to fail!"
Ji Zhibai suddenly raised his head and glared at Fang Yun.
Fang Yun's eyes were like the calm sea, but Ji Zhibai's eyes were like the sky with rolling dark clouds.
This year's Huiyuan criticized this year's top pick in person!
Ji Zhibai took a long breath, his expression gradually calmed down, and said: "Fang Zhenguo is indeed extraordinary, and his sharp tongue is beyond my comparison. However, I don't believe that this article will be as important as you said."
Fang Yun said: "If you don't accumulate small steps, you won't be able to reach a thousand miles. If you don't accumulate small streams, you won't be able to become a river. You must understand the moral principles in "Xunzi". What's more, maybe someone will be influenced by this Xuemei Wenhui and create something that will be passed down to the world. War poems will last forever!”
"Then I'll wait. Ji Zhibai says goodbye!" Ji Zhibai left angrily.
Jiang Hechuan picked up the teacup and drank tea slowly. Everything that happened just now seemed to have nothing to do with him.
Zhao Hongzhuang looked at Fang Yun and murmured to herself: "This is the real war of words!"
One dragon and one fox nodded vigorously. (To be continued...)