The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Time passed by, Fang Yun was still sleeping, but there was an undercurrent in the capital.

Most of the Shangshe Jinshi are related to various aristocratic families or wealthy families, so the wives and concubines of Shangshe Jinshi can also directly invite Juren or Jinshi.

In No. 1 Shangshe, many candidates or Jinshi came and went. After a while, the servants of the Jinshi family in the Shangshe were busy. Everyone left Fang Yun's house with a large stack of letters in their hands to send messages to various families in the capital. Send it to me.

Different from ordinary greeting cards or letters, these letters are scented and are all letterheads used by women.

Jiang Mansion.

"That old thing, for that bitch, cried and recited "Jiang Chengzi" in public, did he still have me in his heart?" Mrs. Jiang sat on the chair, her face gloomy. She was only about fifty years old, far younger than Literary Minister Jiang Hechuan. If Jiang Hechuan's first wife hadn't passed away, she wouldn't have been able to become the first wife.

At this moment, the concierge hurried in and shouted: "Madam..." When the concierge saw Mrs. Jiang's expression, she was so frightened that she knelt down and begged for mercy in a low voice.

"The little one deserves to die, the little one deserves to die..."

Mrs. Jiang calmed down the anger on her face in the blink of an eye, and asked in a friendly manner: "Tell me, what's the big deal?"

"A lady from the Chen Sheng family sent a letter saying that she is Qiao Juze's first wife and she has an old relationship with you."

"Give me the letter quickly!" Mrs. Jiang stood up immediately. Although Jiang Hechuan is a great scholar, she is also a first-grade wife. Her rank is higher than Qiao Chen's, but her actual status is far inferior to Qiao Chen's. After all, she is a semi-saint. The daughter of a noble family.

The concierge handed it to the maid who ran over, and the maid trotted to deliver the letter to Mrs. Jiang.

Mrs. Jiang read the letter, thought for a moment, slammed the table, and said: "The jade ring is so chaste and strong. I am a literary lady, how can I stand by and watch! Come, take my life official uniform!"

Zhou Mansion.

Zhou Hanlin has passed away, and the power of the Zhou family has fallen into the hands of Mrs. Zhou.

Regardless of whether they are relatives of the Zhou family or neighbors, they all respect Mrs. Zhou because Mrs. Zhou also has another identity. She is the great-granddaughter of Chen Sheng and Chen Guanhai, and she is still strong and healthy even though she is over ninety years old.

Mrs. Zhou was quite famous in the capital at that time. Whenever the palace invited ladies from various families in the capital, the first letter would inevitably be sent to Mrs. Zhou. However, as Mrs. Zhou grew older, she rarely attended banquets, and even the Chen Sheng family The eldest son Chen Jing did not attend the wedding and did not see Mrs. Chen for the last time.

Mrs. Zhou silently read a letter written by Yang Yuhuan and Qiao Chen. She read it three times and asked the maid next to her to read it three times before putting the letter aside.

Mrs. Zhou squinted her eyes, and after a full quarter of an hour, she said in a hoarse voice: "Take the crested crutches given by Chen Zu, and the imperial robes given by Emperor Jinglong, and go to the palace gate to listen to the drums! Hurry up! Come on, Cui'er, go and draft three letters for me. I'll tell you to write them, stamp them with my seal, and send them off quickly!"

Li Mansion, Sun Mansion, Zhang Mansion, Zhao Mansion...

The wives of all officials or families who had expressed dissatisfaction with the left prime minister received one or more letters, and almost every wife sent one or more letters.

The officials in the capital were quarreling in the court, but they didn't know that their wives were preparing to do a more meaningful event.

Yufang Tower is the largest flower tower in Jingguo.

Yufang Tower was open all day, but just a quarter of an hour ago it was suddenly closed and all the guests were coaxed away.

The guests all knew that several disciples from aristocratic families had interests in Yufang Tower and had lost money, so they all left knowingly.

In the lobby of Yufang Tower, more than two hundred women were standing, while Sai Hua Niang, the old madam of Yufang Tower, was standing on the second floor. Although she was wearing heavy makeup, she could not hide her red and swollen eyes.

"...Girls, what is the reason why our Yufang House can securely occupy the number one position in the flower house in the capital? Money? Power? None! It's the literati who give us the best poems and poems to show their favor. Girl! But! No matter how many poems are written by those literati, they are all bullshit! Do you know what Shiguo Hualou said now? Who can be the first to invite Fang Yunfang Zhenguo’s poems? Who is the real number one in the world? Flower House!”

Saihua Niang glanced at the girl whose eyes were also red and swollen, and said: "You have heard of Fang Zhenguo's poems and his lyrics. I don't need to say how good he is. I just want to ask, Fang Zhenguo is now If you come here, who would be willing to spend money to accompany Fang Zhenguo? "

"I……"

"Me! Me!"

A group of flower girls shouted loudly, and even the most shy of ordinary people rushed to get in front of them.

"Okay! Now you not only have the opportunity to accompany Fang Zhenguo, but you also have the opportunity to get one hundred thousand taels of silver! Fang Zhenguo was imprisoned unjustly. We women can't do anything to help him, but we can still help him spit! He is a woman! Yes, come out with me now to Prime Minister Zuo’s Mansion! Let’s not curse, just stand there! Recruit customers at the door of Zuoxiang's Mansion, use your most saucy methods and loudest voices to make Zuoxiang's Mansion the number one brothel in the capital. If anyone is good enough and can get Fang Yun to write a poem for our Yufang Tower, we will be rewarded with not only 100,000 yuan! For two pieces of silver, I will guarantee that you will marry a man of your choice! Girls, come with me!”

"Let's go! For Fang Zhenguo!"

"This girl fought hard!"

"I don't ask Marquis Fang Wen to write poems, I just ask him to look at me, and I'm willing to do it!"

Women from Manchun Courtyard, Qunfang Pavilion, Yihong Courtyard, Baihua Building and other flower buildings in the capital stopped accepting guests and walked or took carriages to Zuoxiang's Mansion.

The officials who secretly monitored the capital held official seals, looked down from high altitude, shook their heads and smiled bitterly, and saw two strange places appeared in the capital, and a large number of carriages or women began to go to these two places.

One is the main entrance of the palace, and the other is the residence of the left prime minister.

An hour later, the entrance of the Left Prime Minister's Mansion turned into a sea of ​​women. The exposed-dressed prostitutes surrounded the Left Prime Minister's Mansion. All kinds of dirty talk flooded the Left Prime Minister's Mansion. Thousands of prostitutes shouted with all their might. All the men passing by were limp. They were reluctant to leave, but had to leave.

The servants and other people in the Left Prime Minister's Mansion were in a panic. The wives, concubines or daughters-in-law of the Left Prime Minister secretly shed tears. The men didn't care, but the reputation of the women in the Left Prime Minister's Mansion was probably ruined.

In the study, Ji Zhibai looked at the Left Prime Minister nervously, fearing that the Left Prime Minister would get angry and use the power of the Grand Secretary to drive away these prostitutes.

The Left Prime Minister smiled indifferently and said, "I was also a romantic man in my old age. How can a mere woman disturb my mind? Don't worry. When the third Fang Yun poem fails to stabilize the country, they will naturally disperse. By then, it is their face that is lost, and it is Fang Yun's face that is lost!"

"Master, you are right. I admire you." Ji Zhibai said.

As the sun sets, people from the ten countries are quietly waiting. Thousands of women in official uniforms gather in front of the Jingguo Palace.

"Dong..."

"Unjust..."

As the drum sounded, Yang Yuhuan's sad cry kicked off the dramatic changes in the capital.

In the tiger prison, Fang Yun suddenly opened his eyes.

"You have been waiting for a long time."

After Fang Yun finished speaking, he said, "Please borrow three feet of drawing paper."

"I'll get it!" Huo Siyu turned and ran.

Not long after, Huo Siyu came with a roll of drawing paper and laid it out for Fang Yun himself.

Without thinking, Fang Yun immediately began to paint in the freehand style of Zheng Xie and Zheng Banqiao, famous bamboo painters.

Fang Yun wrote quickly, and soon, three more bamboos appeared in the painting, rooted on the rocks, with strong winds blowing around, but they could not blow away the slender bamboos.

A Jinshi from the Criminal Hall said in surprise: "This painting has a sparse and clear appearance, and the brushwork is thin and strong. It has a rather extraordinary and otherworldly posture. It is actually thick ink for the front and light ink for the back. It is a change from the previous method of painting bamboo. It is amazing!"

"How can Fang Yun paint so quickly?" Huo Siyu muttered to himself.

"It must be that the bamboo is in his mind!"

Fang Yun painted the bamboo in the way of Zheng Banqiao, and then wrote a poem on the painting.

"Bamboo and Rock."

"Hold on to the green mountain and never let go,

The roots are originally in the broken rock.

It is still strong after thousands of grindings and blows,

No matter the wind from the east, west, south or north."

The poem was finished, and the talent was three feet and nine inches, just one inch away from stabilizing the country.

At the same time, another crisp sound came from the paper, which was similar to the sound of the previous "Lime Chant".

But unlike the previous one, this crisp sound was only heard by Fang Yun, and then rose into the sky.

This strange sound flew in one direction of the capital. During the flight, a little bit of strange light flew from all directions of Jingguo and merged into this sound, making this sound seem to carry the anger of the people and the hatred of all living beings.

"Another courage-refining poem!" Huo Siyu exclaimed.

"This poem and "Lime Chant" have their own merits. "Lime Chant" has the will to sacrifice, while this "Bamboo and Stone" has a firm heart." The Jinshi of the Criminal Hall said.

Huo Siyu nodded, but suddenly froze and repeated the first sentence.

"Hold on to the green mountains and don't let go, hold on to the green mountains and don't let go..." Every time Huo Siyu read it, his face became uglier.

During Huo Siyu's repeated recitation, the voice of Wen Xiang Jiang Hechuan had spread throughout the country. The talent of "Bamboo and Stone" easily broke through four feet, and the poem became a national treasure.

Ji County Yamen.

While Jiang Hechuan was reciting "Bamboo and Rock", County Magistrate Cai He was drinking tea. After hearing the first sentence "Hold on to the green mountains and never let go", he spit out a mouthful of tea and then coughed.

"What a great Fang Zhenguo! He will definitely take revenge!"

In the north of Jing State, in the tent of the front army camp.

"Hahahaha..." Zhang Poyue's voice spread throughout the army, "Fang Yun is great, you should kill the left prime minister! I will personally help you tame the royal eagle demon commander!"

In the capital, the left prime minister's mansion.

Jing State's top scholar Ji Zhibai looked at his mentor in front of him in horror. He just heard with his own ears that his mentor Liu Shan seemed to make a slight sound between his eyebrows.

The left prime minister Liu Shan held the table tightly with his right hand, and blood flowed from his nostrils and mouth corners. His lips were tightly closed and his teeth were clenched.

"Well... what's wrong with you, master?" Ji Zhibai asked in panic.

"Fang Yun, you kid! You hid my name in the poem and used the poem to incite the people to hurt me!"

"Impossible! You are protected by the national destiny, how can you be hurt?"

Liu Shan's hand slowly left the table, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face gloomy, and slowly said: "His national destiny at this moment is already above mine! He first used national destiny to suppress me, and then hurt me with the people's hearts! This matter is very strange, he must have had a poem that could arouse the people's hearts before, otherwise he would not have such power!"

"Why didn't Zong Sheng remind you?" Ji Zhibai asked.

Liu Shan smiled helplessly and said: "Master Zong Sheng is in the holy meeting, and he must go there in person to fight against Master Dong Sheng. Involving the dispute of the holy way, how could he have the opportunity to remind me."

"Is it calculated against me?" Ji Zhibai was shocked.

Liu Shan shook his head and said, "It was just an accident, but... this poem at least set my literary courage back by several years! I could have become a great scholar at any time, but now it is extremely difficult to become a great scholar in a year!" As he spoke, a flash of anger flashed in Liu Shan's eyes.

"Fang Yun! How can I let you hurt my mentor!" Ji Zhibai rushed out suddenly.

"Come back!" Liu Shan shouted and stopped Ji Zhibai.