The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Chapter 591 "Jiang Chengzi's Prison Dream"

Jingguo Academy, Shangshe Fang's House.

Yang Yuhuan, dressed in white, like a mourning dress, stood in the courtyard, looking at the open door.

There was no panic or sadness in her eyes, but she was just like an ordinary wife waiting for her husband to return, unusually calm and determined.

On the other side, Ao Huang floated in the air, lowering his head to the little fox on the ground.

"嘤嘤, 嘤嘤嘤, 嘤嘤嘤..." The little fox's voice was ups and downs.

"Aoaoao, aoaoao, aoaoao..." Ao Huang's voice was also orderly.

A dragon and a fox communicated in a way that others could not understand, and they chatted very speculatively, but the two looked angry and anxious.

Fang Daniu and other servants of the Fang family stood quietly behind Yang Yuhuan, sighing constantly.

The tiger was imprisoned in prison.

Several jailers muttered in a low voice.

"It's too much to treat Master Fang like this!"

"When Master Fang becomes a half-saint in the future, I must take revenge!"

Prisoner Huo kept silent, as if he had forgotten what his superior, Yuan Su, the left assistant minister of the Ministry of Justice, had told him.

The two Jinshi of the Criminal Hall looked at each other, and saw deep helplessness in each other's eyes.

"How unreasonable!" One Jinshi of the Criminal Hall said softly.

The other Jinshi of the Criminal Hall sighed softly, then looked at the dungeon window and saw Fang Yun inside.

After listening to the words of Minister Jiang Hechuan, Fang Yun pondered for a full half a quarter of an hour, and suddenly said: "Please prepare the four treasures of the study."

"I've been waiting for you to say this!" Then more than a dozen jailers ran excitedly to get things.

Prisoner Huo still bowed his head and said nothing. Since Fang Yun started teaching Tianyan, he seemed to have become the most idle person in the Tiger Prison. He no longer strictly targeted Fang Yun, but he didn't tell Fang Yun to do well, and he left it completely to the jailers and clerks.

Huo Shiyu tried every trick to get promoted, but he couldn't treat his teacher harshly, even if he was just an auditor, even if he didn't really become his disciple.

Soon, the jailers brought suitable tables and chairs and four treasures of the study and placed them in front of the door of cell B13.

The jailer opened the cell door, then deftly took off Fang Yun's shackles, and let Fang Yun sit on the chair. Another jailer used his family's traditional methods to massage Fang Yun to activate blood circulation and loosen bones.

Huo Shiyu still turned a blind eye.

The surrounding prisoners also looked at Fang Yun together. To them, Fang Yun was not only a teacher, but also a lifesaver.

"Mr. Fang, don't worry, think about it before writing. I'll massage your legs first, and I guarantee that you will have a lot of ideas!" The jailer smiled and squatted under Fang Yun to massage his legs.

"Stop flattering, let Mr. Fang think carefully."

Everyone immediately controlled their breathing, fearing that the heavy breathing would affect Fang Yun.

The only sounds in the dungeon were the burning torches, the jailers beating their legs and grinding ink.

Fang Yun sat in a comfortable chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

The reason why he chose to write poems and essays to atone for his crime the day before the first day of December was that he was afraid that using them in advance would give the Zong family and the Lei family enough time to fight back. Moreover, even if the poems and essays failed to atone for his crime, he could use the tax exemption order given by the empress dowager at the last moment.

Fang Yun was not in a hurry, but thought slowly. The requirements for three poems and essays to defend the country were indeed too high.

After a quarter of an hour, a faint sadness flashed across Fang Yun's face. He suddenly picked up the pen, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote the name of the ci tune on the white paper first.

"Jiangchengzi."

"I dreamed of my beloved wife Yuhuan's death in prison, and I spent the rest of my life alone, so I wrote this."

Before the main text, the reason why Fang Yun wrote this ci was that he had a dream in the Tiger Prison that his wife Yang Yuhuan died, and he spent the rest of his life alone in the dream.

After that, Fang Yun wrote the main text.

"Ten years of life and death, I can't forget it without thinking about it.

A thousand miles of lonely grave, no place to talk about desolation.

Even if we meet, we should not recognize each other, with dust on our faces and frost on our temples.

I suddenly returned to my hometown in a dream at night, and I was dressing up in the small window.

We looked at each other without words, but tears flowed down our cheeks.

I guess the place where my heart breaks every year is the short pine hill on a moonlit night."

Hu Prison is not in the Academy of Literature, so his talent cannot be directly displayed, so when Fang Yun wrote, no talent appeared.

However, when he wrote "a thousand miles of lonely grave", a soft cry suddenly came from the whole dungeon.

No one shed tears, it was suspected that the dead soul was crying.

When he wrote "only tears flowed down his cheeks", the cry suddenly became louder.

The poem was completed, every word was shining, the ink fragrance was ten miles away, the feelings were conveyed for a hundred miles, and the tears were shed for a thousand miles.

"Sad lyrics, four-fold vision, must be the country!" Huo Siyu shed tears silently while talking to himself.

The words above glowed, and the scent of ink spread over ten miles.

Within a hundred miles, an indescribable sadness enveloped everyone. Everyone was moved by the sad story, from the newborn baby to the dying old man, whether it was a young boy or a great scholar, all were affected by the power of this sad poem.

Within a hundred miles, everyone cried bitterly.

Within a thousand miles, countless cries appeared out of thin air, as if the dead were crying.

Even Fang Yun was affected by the hundred miles of love, and he stood up and bowed while shedding tears.

"Student Fang Yun, the first article is completed!"

Then, a golden official seal appeared out of thin air, shedding a faint light and falling on "Jiang Chengzi's Prison Dream".

The talent soared to the sky, and the orange talent of four feet and nine inches stood upright on the poem.

It is a great national guardian, and it is only one inch away from being spread to the world!

Then, the voice of Minister Jiang Hechuan spread throughout Jingguo.

"Fang Yun's first poem is finished, and Ben Xiang recites it on his behalf. Jiang Chengzi, in prison, dreams that his beloved wife Yuhuan has passed away..."

Jiang Hechuan slowly read aloud in a neutral and calm voice. When he finished reading the first paragraph, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, you will never forget it." His voice changed slightly, as if he was suppressing something.

When reciting "We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears", the dignified Confucian scholar and Minister of Literature of Jingguo finally couldn't bear it anymore and his voice choked up.

After reading the last word, there was a cry in Jiang Hechuan's voice.

Zhenguo Ci contains the true meaning of the poem, and a generation of great scholars also spoke the words of heaven, reciting the artistic conception of the entire poem perfectly.

After a while, Jiang Hechuan had to spread the news across the country again.

"This sentence is extremely sad. I miss my deceased wife and hope you can forgive her."

In the Tiger Prison, prisoners and jailers cried together.

A child jailer covered his face and cried loudly: "Master Fang is so pitiful. He dreamed that his wife had died ten years ago. He obviously didn't want to miss him, but he couldn't forget it. His deceased wife's lonely grave was thousands of miles away, but he even expressed his sorrow in front of it. There is no chance.”

A Jinshi of the Xingdian Palace wiped his tears with his sleeves and said: "Then he was even more sad. Master Fang in the dream was afraid that he would fail in the imperial examination. He was running around, his face covered with dust, his temples as white as frost and snow. Even if his deceased wife was resurrected, they would meet each other. , but it is impossible to recognize it! Sad! Sad!"

In the Mengtong class at Jingguo Academy, all the Mengtong children cried loudly, and the teacher was silent in tears.

After a while, a young boy asked: "At night, I had a deep dream and suddenly returned home. I was dressing up outside the small window. I looked at each other speechlessly, but there were thousands of tears. It was expected that my heart was broken every year, and on a bright moonlit night, there were short pines. What's the explanation?" "

The teacher wiped his tears and said softly: "Everything was in a dream. Fang Yun returned to his hometown and old house. Through the window, he saw the living Yang Yuhuan combing his clothes in the mirror. But the two looked at each other, even though There are thousands of words in my heart but I can't speak. I can only watch quietly and cry silently. Under the bright moon, in front of the hillside grave with pine trees, it must be the place where Fang Yun feels sad every year. Better than the human world!"

Teachers and students cried again.

When Jiang Hechuan's voice of reciting this poem spread throughout Jingguo, his talent in poetry gradually increased. With just a cup of tea, his talent exceeded five feet, and his poetry became famous all over the world!

The poem then broke through, and there was no new vision, but the message expanded and spread thousands of miles.

Tens of thousands of households in the capital mourned together.

"Jiang Chengzi's Prison Dream" spread at an incredible speed.

On Guofeng Mountain, in the holy temples, the holy meeting came to an abrupt end, and the vision above the holy temples also dissipated.

The half-sage has a lifespan of two hundred, has seen many lives and deaths, is the most ruthless and the most affectionate.

In Confucius City, the Confucius family received the letter immediately. After reading it, a Confucian scholar burst into tears and recited this poem with spring thunder in his tongue: "The first chapter of Fang Yun's poems about guilt is completed, and the poem is "Jiangcheng". "Zi", the original text is as follows..."

Soon after, Kong Cheng burst into tears.

Yan Yukong's eyes were moist, and he slowly sent a message to Fang Yun: "Your talent has surpassed that of Cao Zijian. The talent in the world is as good as one stone, so you will be divided into nine buckets, and the rest will share one bucket!"

In the mountains of Liangjie, Cijun and Shijun looked at "Jiangchengzi's Dream in Prison" in the biography and burst into tears.

"As soon as this word comes out, who dares to remember his wife? Remembering her will break your heart!" said the poet.

"Only the Saint of Ci can write such a holy poem! Compared with him, it is a joke that I was granted the title of Ci Lord! This poem is called "Remembering the Dead Wife," but it is actually thinking about the jade ring in the body of the dead soul!"

"What's the explanation?" Shijun looked at Cijun in confusion.

The Ci Master said slowly with tears in his eyes: "Fang Yun was writing that he was punished by the Moon Tree God and died. In the cemetery thousands of miles away, he had no way to tell Yang Yuhuan his desolation. Because he missed his wife Yuhuan too much, he experienced He couldn't forget it for ten years, so he turned into a ghost and resurrected, but the human and the ghost were separated. Even if the two met, Yang Yuhuan would not recognize him. In Yang Yuhuan's eyes, he is probably just an old ghost. "

Shijun nodded repeatedly, becoming more and more surprised.

Ci Jun continued: "Fang Yun immediately went to his hometown and saw Yang Yuhuan dressing up quietly through the window. As a result, the two people saw each other, one person and one ghost, humans and heaven were separated forever, but they could only look at each other and shed tears! Whenever night falls on the anniversary of Fang Yun's death, Fang Yun's ghost will be heartbroken in the hillside cemetery covered with pine trees. I am sure that this is an unprecedented double-sided poem written about two people and two scenes. Words will spread all over the world!"

The poet looked up to the sky and sighed.

"Fang Yun is a great talent, but I am far inferior!"

East China Sea Dragon Palace.

The old Dragon Saint left two tears, which turned into two strange crystals and fell on the bottom of the sea. Afterwards, the sea people within a million miles around cried loudly.

On the East China Sea, the waves surged into the sky, but they did not damage a single boat.

"The poems written by this little guy Fang Yun are so good, so good, but why did they provoke the punishment of the Moon Tree God? It's not that the old dragon didn't save him, it's that the old dragon retained the most powerful power to complete the ancestral dragon's instructions. !”

In the Fang family, Ao Huang held the little fox in his paws and cried bitterly. The little meteor was also trembling.

The inkstone turtle that was escaping also looked up to the sky and cried loudly, unable to move any further.

Yang Yuhuan burst into tears, covered her face and rushed into Fang Yun's bedroom, threw herself on the bed and cried loudly.

Ao Huang said while crying: "Don't worry, Fang Yun, just for this poem, I must protect my sister-in-law and the little fox! If I can't do it, let me be killed by you every day in my dream! It was written Great, are you changing your identity to write about the scene ten years from now? Don’t worry, I will definitely bury you in Short Pine Hill. If anyone dares to touch a pine needle, I will dig up his ancestral grave!”