The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Poetry can conquer a country, and ink can spread thousands of miles.

The four people on the same stage as Fang Yun looked at each other, shook their heads, and then walked off the stage together.

"I knew this would be the result a long time ago!" someone whispered.

"Are you going to jump to Yushan then?" one person joked.

"I'm so convinced by my defeat that I still won't jump anymore."

"This incident made me understand that I should never participate in cultural events that have good luck."

"But if there is no luck, what's the point of Wenhui?"

"That's right, alas..."

Everyone in the right seat praised him one after another. Many scholars whose hometown is not in the capital were the most emotional. The sentence "I miss my relatives more during the festive season" expressed everyone's sadness and longing.

Although the people on the left seat stood up to show respect, few people praised him and just remained silent. Most people were silently thinking about this sentence.

A person at the left table sighed and said: "Every festive season, I miss my loved ones even more. This sentence will surely be famous throughout the ages. I will have no regrets if I receive this sentence in my life."

Someone nearby coughed lightly, signaling him to stop talking nonsense.

"Alas..." Some people sighed, thinking that Fang Luck was the leader this time.

The young Duke was unconvinced and said: "Nangong Daru has also written several poems to support the country. It may be unclear who will win in this literary competition!"

Lei Yuanting secretly glanced at the great scholar Nangong Leng, and then said: "What the little Duke said makes sense! This poem is too simple..."

"Shut up!" Tong Luan suddenly shouted in a low voice, forcing Lei Yuanting to speak back. Lei Yuanting blushed and realized that he had said the wrong thing.

The others also looked at Lei Yuanting with strange eyes. When the great scholar Nangong Leng was young, he was most famous not only for his poems, but also for his attitude towards poetry. He once had a beautiful saying about "asking a servant about poetry".

After Nangong Leng finished writing poems, he often asked a servant who didn't read much if he didn't understand a line of poems or didn't know a rare word, he would correct it immediately, so he wrote many popular poems. His poems often seem superficial, but they directly point to the true meaning of the poems. They are not pretentious, do not pursue gorgeous rhetoric, and are more sincere and affectionate. This is the reason why Nangong Leng became famous.

Fang Yun also heard Lei Yuanting's words and Tong Luan's stop, and shook his head secretly. However, this man had forgotten the original meaning of poetry. Not to mention the rhetoric, even the meter was secondary. After all, poetry is the most important thing about meaning and emotion.

Fang Yun couldn't help but think of Bai Juyi. Bai Juyi was known as the "Poetry Demon" and the "Poetry King". Bai Juyi had a good saying that "the old woman can decipher it", which means that every time he finished a poem, he asked an ordinary old woman to Listen, if the old woman doesn't understand, he will change the poem.

Jian Ming hurriedly said: "Mr. Nangong, why don't you comment on this poem?"

Nangong Leng looked at Jian Ming expressionlessly, and Jian Ming was so frightened that he raised his hand and slapped himself, saying: "Students talk nonsense, students know their mistakes." After speaking, he lowered his head deeply.

"Nonsense! Nangong Daru is the one who wants to compete for the top spot, how can you comment? Let Nangong Daru think about the Double Ninth Festival poem first, don't disturb him!" Assistant Prime Minister Si Yueqing scolded.

"That's right." The others nodded.

On the literary stage, the head of the Wei family was all smiles. As the organizer of this year's Double Ninth Festival Literary Fair, the better the poems and essays that appeared in the literary fair, the more beneficial it would be to the reputation of the Wei family. As the head of a wealthy family, how much money did he earn? , Knowing any dignitaries is not something worth bragging about, but a poem that subdues the country at a cultural gathering hosted by oneself is enough to brag about for a lifetime.

The head of the Wei family looked at the audience and said, "Which gentleman is willing to comment on this poem?"

"I'm itching unbearably, let me do it." Jiang Hechuan said, lifting his right foot and stepping forward, like a god, riding the wind and flying to the literary platform. When his right foot landed, he was already standing on Fang Yun's side. tableside.

Fang Yunyi cupped his hands and took a few steps back.

Everyone immediately listened solemnly. Jiang Hechuan was the literary minister of the country, in charge of the education of the country, and was the "substitute on behalf of the master". The king worshiped him when he saw him, so he did not need to worship the king.

Jiang Hechuan nodded slightly and said: "I don't need to say more about the sentence 'I miss my loved ones even more during the festive season'. I have read countless poems but have never seen such a concise and perfect summary. It is close to the way of poetry. Just now someone said a sentence to protect the country. This statement is true. Thousands of years later, I, Jiang Hechuan, will be forgotten by people, but this sentence will continue to be mentioned. Even during festivals, this sentence will inevitably appear. This is the power of simplicity. It’s true poetry.”

"I like this sentence, but I like the last two sentences even more. The first two sentences of Fang Yun express his feelings directly. If you and I were to write the next two sentences, I'm afraid we would continue to write about how homesick we are, but the last two sentences of Fang Yun suddenly changed the world. , without mentioning his own body, he wrote about his brothers, relatives and friends who were also climbing high in the distance. They planted dogwood trees everywhere, but found that Fang Yun was missing. After hearing this sentence, I felt inexplicably disappointed. "

Many people originally didn't understand the last two lines of this poem, but after hearing Wen Xiang's explanation, they vaguely understood it.

Jiang Hechuan deliberately paused for a few breaths to give everyone time to think, and then said: "The last two sentences are because Fang Yun, after 'missing his loved ones more than twice,' extended himself to others, hoping that his relatives and friends who saw 'one less person' would not feel sad for him." It's so wonderful that it's really rare. If you think about it carefully, it feels sad to have him alone among your relatives and friends. What should he do if he lacks so many relatives and friends? If you think about this sentence carefully, it is full of mystery. It echoes the previous sentence of "alone in a foreign land, a stranger", and it shows the feeling of being far away from friends and home, which is very unique. I can do it. Even if I have spent decades writing such poems, I just can't write them."

Lei Yuanting blushed even more when he heard this. Just now, he had preconceptions that this poem was simple, but after listening to Jiang Hechuan's explanation, he realized that since the country is governed, the country must be governed!

Lei Yuanting also discovered that a dignified scholar would never talk about poetry like this, but he explained it in such detail, which was similar to Nangong's "Ask a Poetry to a Servant" because there were many women and children in the venue. If it were explained in poetic terms, the problem would be solved Showing off has no effect at all. This is the difference between great Confucians and ordinary scholars. They have reached the state of returning to nature.

The little prince on the side secretly wiped his sweat, his face was burning, and he thought to himself that he was lucky that he was not stupid enough to criticize this poem, otherwise he would have to find a crack in the ground to crawl in at this moment.

Later, Jiang Hechuan analyzed the wonderful uses of words such as "du" and "different" in the poem, and finally praised it as a stroke of genius.

"This poem is not only wonderful in structure and profound in emotion, but also has unique calligraphy. Such a masterpiece should be enshrined in the Jingguo Academy for three years, so that the world will know that our Jingguo students are not inferior to any other country."

After Jiang Hechuan finished speaking, he smiled and cupped his fists at everyone, then stretched out his fingers to hold "Remembering the Holy Ruins Brothers on September 9th" without any fuss, and put it in the shell of the lake. His movements were smooth and natural, natural and unrestrained.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

Fang Yun almost rolled his eyes. He knew from that action that Wen Xiang must have held this national poem in his hands for a few days before putting it in the academy.

Fang Yun is not worried that the poem will be misappropriated, and it will definitely be returned to him in three years. There are only advantages and no disadvantages to sending poems and essays to the academy. Many things were not your turn. The moment the poems and essays were admitted to the academy, you became qualified and qualified.

Jiang Hechuan finished appreciating the poem and walked down the stage.

Everyone's eyes intentionally or unintentionally fell on another purple-robed scholar.

Even if Nangong Leng remained silent, he still inevitably became the focus of the audience.

Everyone on the top of the mountain seemed to be choked by an invisible force. No one spoke, only the autumn wind blew.

Even the little children who didn't understand anything were affected by this atmosphere and clung to their parents' clothes.

Fang Yun looked down at the ground of the literary platform for a moment, but did not look at Nangong Leng. Even if he knew that Nangong Leng might be disadvantageous to him, he would not provoke him or compete with him, and he would not be complacent because he had a poem to subjugate the country. .

Fang Yun saw from the corner of his eye that the purple figure moved, his heart skipped a beat, and then he raised his head in shock, because Nangong Leng was not walking towards the stage, but stepping on the white clouds, rising slowly, and was about to leave the cultural meeting.

What's going on?

Everyone, including Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan, was confused. Nangong Leng could not escape without fighting. As a great scholar of the generation, he would rather lose than escape. Moreover, the Wu Kingdom where he was located was opposed to the Jing Kingdom. Once he escaped, he would be killed. He will be cast aside by the scholars of Wu Kingdom.

The most important thing is that if a great Confucian writes a letter to help a successful candidate, he must be seeking help from the Lei family. If he leaves at this moment, he will not only lose important opportunities, but may even offend the powerful Lei family.

Not even a living Half-Saint would offend the Lei family, let alone a great Confucian!

Nangong Leng turned his back to everyone, stepping on the white clouds and slowly rising up. Under everyone's doubtful eyes, he suddenly spoke, and his voice spread thousands of miles.

"The young phoenix of the Fang family soars in the sky. All birds fold their wings and dare not submit an article."

Many people in the left seat had their faces turned black to ashes, especially the young prince who wished Fang Yun would die, Jian Ming and Lei Yuanting who had pledged heavy treasures. Their faces were black and purple, and they might burst at any time.

The little Duke almost yelled at Nangong Leng that he was crazy. That "a hundred birds folded their wings and dared not submit an article" was not just Nangong Daru who thought he was inferior to Fang Yun. In line with that "young phoenix", he was obviously trying to help Fang Yun become famous!

A great Confucian who was the most famous poet in the world thought that his poems were not as good as Fang Yun's. Even a fool could hear this compliment.

If you are not careful about this kind of support, your wisdom will be lost. Even Jiang Hechuan, the Minister of Literature, cannot do it, but this man from Wu State who is opposed to Jing Guo can actually speak out, which is beyond everyone's imagination.

Jian Ming's eyes were red. He never dreamed that Nangong Leng would say such a thing. From his point of view, as a native of the Wu Kingdom, Nangong Daru was simply treason! At this moment, he even wanted to assassinate Nangong Leng, a great scholar and traitor, but this idea quickly dissipated.

Lei Yuanting's eyes were full of panic. He seemed to have foreseen something. He stretched out his hand to support the table, his clothes trembling slightly.

Nangong Leng’s voice spread throughout Yushan again.

"I originally wanted to cooperate with the Lei family. The Lei family used Fang Yun to test my sincerity, but I used Fang Yun to test the Lei family's ability. Unfortunately, the Lei family is just a bunch of enemies. Fang Yun has no ability to recognize people. Relying on the protection of the Dragon Clan and the ancestors, I am arrogant and shameless. I have wanted to discuss poetry with Fang Yun for a long time, but today I came back with a lot of content. "

When Nangong Leng said the last two words "Wonderful", except for Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan, whether it was a centenarian or a three-year-old child, whether it was someone who supported Fang Yun on the right seat or someone who opposed Fang Yun on the left seat, even if Jian Ming, who had already lost the Mojiao Brush, and Lei Yuanting, who might have lost the Climbing Dragon Stone, both showed natural smiles.

Everyone was infected and changed by Nangong Leng's words "wonderful", and endless joy emerged from deep in everyone's heart. It seemed that everyone, like Nangong Leng, encountered the most wonderful things.

Fang Yun bowed deeply and said with spring thunder in his tongue: "Mr. Nangong has a broad mind and is really a model of literati. A student can almost judge a gentleman with a villain's heart. Congratulations, sir."

Nangong Leng flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, accelerated away, and finally disappeared into the sky.