The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Qingguo Wenxiang stood up and said: "Fang Xusheng's poems are far more valuable than a word of gold, not to mention the first original work. Although the non-criminal is just an implicated clan member or a sold person like this, they can be exchanged, but the number They are already accustomed to Qingguo, so returning to Jingguo may not be what they want. It is really inconvenient, so I hope Fang Xusheng is not surprised."

Qingjun said: "What Xiang Wen said is true, please ask Saint Fangxu to understand."

Fang Yun said expressionlessly: "It's very convenient to place them in Xiangzhou."

Qingjun took a sharp breath, his face flushed with anger, and all the Qingguo officials clenched their fists, their joints creaked, and they almost exploded with anger.

Fang Yun's words are simply saying that Xiangzhou belongs to the Qing Kingdom now, but it will soon become the Jing Kingdom!

Treat the people of Qing State as nothing!

The Jingguo officials were very angry before, but now they secretly laughed in their hearts that it was no wonder that Fang Yun could become the Xusheng. This mouth alone could make the Jingguo people angry to death.

A flash of coldness flashed in Qingjun's eyes. He was as mighty as a mountain and said slowly: "According to Fang Xusheng's words, is Xiangzhou of Qingguo yours?"

"It all depends on human effort." Fang Yun said.

Qing Jun suddenly smiled and said: "How about this, if you can succeed in the civil war for a state, then I will agree to you exchanging poems for people. If you fail in the civil war, the people will stay, and the poems will also stay! How about it?"

Fang Yun nodded and said: "Okay, then I will write a poem and give it to the dancer. No matter whether we succeed or fail in the literary battle, the poem will go to Qingguo afterwards."

"Okay! Fang Xusheng speaks quickly, I am very much looking forward to it. Come, please come to the Four Treasures of the Study Room!"

Qingguo officials concluded that Fang Yun's literary war was bound to fail, and he got a good poem in vain, and the anger at being slighted by Fang Yun slowly dissipated.

The eunuchs of the Qing Dynasty immediately removed the food from the table and replaced it with the best four treasures of the study.

Fang Yun chose a Langhou pen from the pen holder.

Everyone's eyes widened, because the Langhou Pen is the hardest brush that humans can use. The bristles are like needles. If you are not at the level of calligraphy, holding the Langhou Pen in your hand will definitely pierce the paper, making it impossible to write complete words.

Fang Yun chose the Langhou pen, obviously not to write good poems. The pen is like a knife, so how should poems be written?

Many Qingguo people looked worried.

Qingjun had a smile on his face and held a wine glass in his hand to see what kind of poetry Fang Yun could write.

Fang Yun didn't care what others did, he just chanted softly while writing.

The homeland is three thousand miles away,

Twenty years in the palace.

A song about Mulan,

Tears fell in front of you.

After the poem was completed, a strange sadness emerged from the poem and spread around.

All the dancers burst into tears, full of sadness.

Those with high literary positions just sighed, but the eyes of the musicians, eunuchs, and palace maids were red, and many of them shed tears silently.

But just a moment later, the officials of the Qing Kingdom were so angry that they wanted to step forward and tear up the poem.

Qing Jun was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened with anger, and his eyes were about to split, but he suddenly woke up, but it was already too late.

"Pa..." The porcelain cup in Qing Jun's hand was crushed to pieces, and blood flowed from his fingers.

The pen is like a knife, and poetry is like a sword!

"Oh! Your Majesty!" The eunuch on the side rushed over in a hurry, but Qingjun raised his leg and kicked this eunuch who was usually doted on in the stomach. He was kicked down the steps and the back of his head hit the ground with a muffled grunt. Passed out.

Blood flowed from the back of his head.

Qing Jun threw away the fragments of the cup in his hand, wiped them on his yellow robe a few times, glanced at the unconscious eunuch with disgust, and said: "Pull it out, you are an eyesore." +

The guards and eunuchs on the side hurriedly dragged the eunuch away and cleaned up. Some young eunuchs were secretly happy. This eunuch fell out of favor, and they would have a chance to ascend to the throne.

Sai Shilang glanced at Qingguo Hanlin General Xin Zhi and said with a smile: "What a poem! What a poem!"

He Ludong pretended to be surprised and asked: "What's so good about it?"

Sai Shilang said: "In these two sentences, 'The homeland is three thousand miles away and the palace is twenty years deep', the former is distance and the latter is time. The contrast is neat. I dare to ask, apart from space and time, what else can trap people the most? How deep the palace is, just three thousand miles and twenty years, it is obvious Xianfang Xusheng's writing power and precise diction are unparalleled by others. These two sentences can be regarded as the masterpieces of palace poetry. It is difficult for predecessors to match them and for future generations to surpass them. Only those two sentences can be surpassed. Fang Xusheng’s grievance of ‘Nothing is better than a thousand sails’ can be compared.”

The Jingguo people pretended to nod, but in fact they were happy in their hearts. Mr. Sai simply pointed at his nose and scolded Mr. Qing: "The Maiden of Dance just hates you! And she hates you more than anyone has ever done before!"

Qing Jun lowered his head and looked at the table without saying a word. Appreciating poetry and prose is the duty of a scholar. Back then, a king interrupted him. He was originally a wise king, but he was derogated by a group of scholars and became a coward, earning him a long-term reputation.

What's more, even if he dares to stop him, the people of Jingguo will never stop talking. The more he blocks Qingguo, the more embarrassing he will be.

He Ludong asked again: "What's so good about the last two sentences?"

Jiang Hechuan responded: "It's a pity that the dancing girl has been locked up in the palace for twenty years. Her homeland is thousands of miles away. She has long been completely separated from Jingguo. However, because of the song "Mulan Ci", she was actually used by a traitor. I am forced to cry in front of the king. The first two sentences are hateful, but the second two are hateful!"

The dancing girl could no longer control herself and fell to the ground wailing.

There were quite a few Xiangzhou officials present who even lowered their heads and wiped their tears with their sleeves.

Scholars from Xiangzhou have been suppressed by the Qing Dynasty. No matter how Xiangzhou people fight for their rights, it is all in vain. In the end, they are either numb or secretly resentful. Do they struggle hard and leave Xiangzhou, or go to the ancient land, or to the Holy Academy? , would rather die in battle than not be discriminated against.

Sai Shilang was just an imperial scholar and did not dare to say too much to his face, but Jiang Hechuan was a great scholar and did not need to care about Qingjun's wrath at all.

Jiang Hechuan was a man of temperament. He saw the dancer lying on the ground crying, with red eyes, and said: "Fang Xusheng's poem is not about the hatred of the palace maids, nor the resentment of the deep palace, but the hatred of the people of Xiangzhou." ! When I was young, I met someone who was fleeing from Xiangzhou, and I saw him shouting in the street, "We are from the same race, why are we like this in Xiangzhou!"

The sleeves of Xiangzhou officials at the banquet became even wetter.

Several young Xiangzhou officials clenched their fists and gritted their teeth, with tears slowly falling down their faces.

The evil that the Qing Kingdom inflicted on the people of Xiangzhou will never be eradicated!

Fang Yun silently put away his brush.

Ao Huang lowered his head to wipe away his tears and gritted his teeth and said: "The left prime minister of Jingguo is full of bad ideas, but the Queen Mother is a smart person. This Qingguo is good. What kind of kings, kings, and ministers are obviously in a daze! The two countries are fighting, and they pull out a girl." Be a scapegoat. You must be responsible and redeem these people directly. If it were anyone else, they would be pushed out and killed and used for slander. "

However, some Qing officials were still angry, and Qing Jun was also still angry, because Fang Yun's poem touched the pain points of all kings.

Treating a palace maid like this, who is actually one of your own citizens, is unkind!

The emperor and the king can be unjust, rude, disbelieving, and incompetent, but they cannot be unkind.

A benevolent monarch is the basic requirement of Confucianism for a monarch. If a monarch is criticized for being unbenevolent, it is the most extreme accusation in Shengyuan Continent.

The officials of Jingguo were already in admiration of Fang Yun. Although it was just an emergency, Fang Yun could not only reverse the situation with a poem, but also accuse Qing Jun of being cruel and unkind, creating the most sufficient situation for Wen Zhan to regain Xiangzhou and regain the lost territory. reason.

Once this poem spreads, it will resonate with the people of Xiangzhou.

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