The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

Wan Xuezheng showed a look of envy that could not be concealed, and said: "The talented Mingzhou, a former student of the Holy Land, built two archways at one time, which is unprecedented in Jingguo, even Chen Sheng is just a former student of the Holy Land. Compared with this candidate Get up, that so-called prodigy is nothing. Magistrate Cai, there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in your county."

Magistrate Cai and Wang Yuanjun looked in the direction of the prodigy Fang Zhongyong and quickly turned back. Wan Xuezheng was right. Compared with Shengqian and Mingzhou, the little prodigy who just left the county is really nothing.

Magistrate Cai smiled and said: "The examiner is inspecting the field, will you two go together?"

"I'm willing to go!" Wan Xuezheng and Wang Yuanjun replied in unison.

The three of them laughed and walked together in the direction of Fang Yun.

The three of them passed by the examination room. The candidates in the examination room looked up and felt strange.

"Aren't the three examiners possessed by demons? Why are they smiling like they are getting promoted and getting rich?"

"It doesn't look like a patrol. Something big happened?"

"Magistrate Cai is usually a cold-faced and upright official, but was he possessed by an evil spirit today? His smile was brighter than the sun."

Many candidates poked their heads out, wanting to see what the three adults were going to do.

I saw three adults slowing down in front of Fang Yun's examination room, as slow as a snail.

Fang Yun had just received the talent initiation, and the joy in his heart had not faded when he saw Magistrate Cai, Wang Yuanjun and Wan Xuezheng turning to look at him with extremely bright smiles.

Fang Yun was stunned. The actions of the three adults were so weird that they reminded him of scenes in horror movies.

The three adults nodded to Fang Yun, giving them encouraging looks, then glanced at the test papers on Fang Yun's desk, and left with a little envy in their eyes.

"They should know that I became a former saint." Fang Yun thought to himself.

Fang Yun read "Spring Dawn" carefully again, and his sense of crisis eased. As a former saint, Liu Zicheng did not dare to kill him in Ji County.

Fang Yun packed up the book box, put the test papers on the table, and left with the book box on his back. The nearby government servant immediately came over, took away the test papers, and put them on top of Fang Yun's Qing Shengyan test paper.

When Fang Yun passed by other examination rooms, many candidates couldn't help but murmur in low voices.

"Crazy life!"

"This guy is so fast, I admire him."

"Isn't this Fang Ruofan who is being raised by Jiangzhou Xishi? Bad luck!"

Walking out of the examination room area, Fang Yun saw three examiners sitting in the pavilion looking at him. He did not come forward to talk, but just bowed his hands and walked out of the liberal arts college.

Wan Xuezheng praised loudly: "What a majestic man!"

Magistrate Cai thought to himself that the child was obviously from a poor family. He was very thin and covered with injuries.

Wang Yuanjun on the side praised: "Obviously he was suffering from injuries, but he resolutely took the exam. He has outstanding character and is a role model for the candidates. He will be included in the "County Chronicle" and his reputation will be remembered for future generations."

Magistrate Cai immediately ordered people to bring over the two soldiers who had been brought in for inspection.

Magistrate Cai looked at the two uneasy soldiers and said, "I have something to ask, and you must answer truthfully."

"yes."

"When the injured candidate who just left entered the venue, did you say anything about his injury?"

Among the two thousand candidates, there was only one with a medical cloth on his head. The two soldiers remembered it very clearly, so they recounted Fang Yun's original words, saying that Fang Yun was brought by an ox cart and that he was sent by four big sources yesterday. He was attacked by masked men with Mandarin accents and was almost beaten to death.

Magistrate Cai's face turned black.

Wan Xuezheng and Wang Yuanjun looked at Magistrate Cai with sympathy.

Fang Yun's poems became Mingzhou and Shengqian Tongsheng were certainly achievements of Cai County Magistrate, but Shengqian Tongsheng was almost beaten to death before the county examination. This is a sign of poor public security. If the court pursues the case, Cai County Magistrate is likely to face Reprimand and fine salary.

The Ministry of Civil Affairs has a merit examination department to examine the officials' governance level, which is the so-called evaluation. Originally, County Magistrate Cai could get a good grade, but if Fang Yun's beating becomes a big problem, it would be good to get a mid-to-high grade.

Magistrate Cai slammed the table and said, "Tell Chief Lu to investigate this matter strictly! It's not easy for a child to have a saint in this county, and we will never tolerate Xiaoxiao's rampage!"

After Magistrate Cai finished speaking, he looked at the door of the Academy of Literature.

Fang Yun walked out of the liberal arts college from the side door. The door that had been crowded with candidates was now occupied by parents. Thousands of people were waiting anxiously. People who knew each other gathered together to chat, and it was extremely noisy.

"The hearts of parents in the world are pitiful." Fang Yun thought of his mother and his eyes darkened.

"Did you hand in the paper? Didn't you say that the exam will be taken until five o'clock in the evening? Why did you come out before four o'clock?"

"Whose child is this? It's weird that he can pass the exam."

"It seems that the child from the Xishi family in Jiangzhou said he was pretty good, but he didn't expect to give up on himself. It's a pity."

Fang Yun didn't want to get entangled with those uncles and aunts, so he walked out quickly and squeezed out of the crowd. There were sedans and carriages parked outside, and one of the bullock carts was particularly eye-catching.

Fang Yun walked quickly to the bullock cart and saw a few neighbors and acquaintances chatting beside the bullock cart with Yang Yuhuan.

"Little luck?" Yang Yuhuan looked at Fang Yun in surprise.

The neighbors didn't say anything, they all looked at Fang Yun with regret. The person who handed in the paper now was either a genius, or someone who didn't do well in the exam and simply gave up. In their opinion, Fang Yun obviously belonged to the latter.

These neighbors did not say harsh words like others, but instead comforted Fang Yun.

"Xiao Fang is still young, so don't worry. It would be strange if he gets admitted to Tongsheng now."

"Yes, it's all caused by these injuries, otherwise Xiao Fang would definitely be able to go to high school."

Fang Yun smiled and said: "Thank you, aunts and ladies. Sister Yuhuan, let's go home."

"Okay, the old hen has been stewed, just waiting for you to come home." Yang Yuhuan smiled like a flower, without any disappointment or blame. He didn't even ask how the exam went, for fear that Fang Yun would be sad.

Fang Yun became more and more grateful to her and went home with her.

On the way home, the two talked and laughed, and Yang Yuhuan deliberately said some happy words.

Yang Yuhuan returned the oxcart to the neighbor and went home with Fang Yun.

Yang Yuhuan put on an apron after returning to the house and said with a smile: "Xiao Yun, sit still and I will cook you a full meat feast! Not only will there be stewed chicken and braised pork, but I also bought a fish for you to eat." It’s enough, I can’t eat it today and I’ll eat it tomorrow!”

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan who was wearing an apron and said, "Sister Yuhuan, I have something to tell you."

"Say it, I'll listen." Yang Yuhuan raised his head and looked at Fang Yun with his beautiful eyes. Although she is three years older than Fang Yun, she is shorter than Fang Yun and has a petite body.

"Have you noticed that the cuts and bruises on my face are particularly light."

Yang Yuhuan took a closer look and said in surprise: "The wounds have disappeared, leaving only a light mark. It's strange!"

Yang Yuhuan noticed something hidden in Fang Yun's smile, so he thought about it carefully. After thinking for a long time, he vaguely thought of a possibility, but he felt it was ridiculous.

Fang Yun suddenly stepped forward and walked around Yang Yuhuan, then hugged her sideways.

"Ah..." Yang Yuhuan shouted, hurriedly wrapped his arms around Fang Yun's neck, and looked at Fang Yun in panic and confusion.

Fang Yun asked with a smile: "Sister Yuhuan, do you think there is any power in the world that can make people suddenly strong? And it can quickly heal my wounds."

Yang Yuhuan looked directly at Fang Yun. Ever since she was a child, Fang Yun had been a little brother in her eyes. If she wanted to describe Fang Yun, the words that came to her mind were timid, cowardly, clumsy, and unable to read. , but also kindness.

In the early morning, Yang Yuhuan saw determination in Fang Yun's eyes, but now, she saw unprecedented confidence in Fang Yun's eyes.

That's the look only a real man has!

"You...have you received the talent initiation?" Yang Yuhuan asked cautiously.

"I am already a former saint!" Fang Yun said, staring into Yang Yuhuan's eyes.

"Really? Really?" Yang Yuhuan hugged Fang Yun's neck hard and looked at Fang Yun in surprise, fearing that this was just a dream.

"I will never lie to Sister Yuhuan!"

Yang Yuhuan nodded vigorously and said, "I know that our family's luck will not lie to my sister."

As Yang Yuhuan spoke, her tears fell like broken beads. She had suffered too much in order for Fang Yun to study. She knew there was almost no hope, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.

Countless matchmakers came to her behind the scenes to propose marriage to her, not only wealthy businessmen, but also prominent families in the county. She did not hesitate to refuse even from a well-known family like Liu Zicheng, out of inner persistence.

Now, the dark night is over and the light is visible!

It's just that this dawn is too bright. Even if Yang Yuhuan is not a scholar, he knows the significance of being a child before the saint. His status is higher than that of ordinary scholars. It can even be said that he will become a scholar if nothing unexpected happens.

"Okay! Xiao Lun, you are so impressive!" Yang Yuhuan choked and wiped her tears with one hand.

Fang Yun understood the bitterness and joy in Yang Yuhuan's tears.

Fang Yun slowly put down Yang Yuhuan, reached out to wipe her tears, and said, "Sister Yuhuan, stop crying. This is a good thing."

Yang Yuhuan's hands were rough, but her face was as delicate as mutton-fat white jade, which was smooth to the touch, slightly cool and warm.

"Well! I'll go back to the house and wash my face." Yang Yuhuan suddenly turned around and walked quickly, opened the door curtain and went back to the west wing. He quickly washed his face and wiped it clean. Then he looked at the bronze mirror and saw a bright red on his face, and his heart beat faster. .

"Why is my heart beating so hard!" Yang Yuhuan thought shyly.

"Although I will marry him in the future, I only regard him as a younger brother in my heart. I have never had other thoughts. What happened today? It is normal for a younger brother to help his older sister wipe away her tears. How could I be like this? It must be because I have been too tired recently. Go to bed early tonight.”

Yang Yuhuan quickly calmed down and was about to go back to the main room, but he accidentally looked in the mirror, combed his hair carefully, and then rarely used a little rouge to make his complexion better. She was never willing to buy these things, they were all gifts from neighbors.

After a while, Yang Yuhuan came out and found Fang Yun clumsily scraping the fish scales. He smiled and said, "Let me do it. Our family doesn't often eat fish. How could you do this? I've done it for others. I'll do it."

"Um."

Fang Yun stood up and Yang Yuhuan came over with a gust of fragrance on his body.

Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan's beautiful face and couldn't help but said, "Sister Yuhuan."

"Huh?" Yang Yuhuan lowered his head to handle the carp.

"you are so Beautiful!"

Yang Yuhuan's hand stopped and she didn't raise her head. Her fair face burned, and her earlobes even burned red. After a while, she said: "Go and see how the old hen is stewing. If you want to add some hot water to the soup, , don’t add it cold.”

"Okay." Fang Yun knew that Yang Yuhuan was shy, so he smiled and added water to the casserole.

The two of them finished their work quickly, including a stewed chicken, a bowl of braised pork, a braised carp, and finally the delicious shredded carrots.

This is the most sumptuous meal the Fang family has had in these years, not even comparable to the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Before the meal, Yang Yuhuan placed three sticks of incense on the memorial tablets of Fang's father, Fang's mother, and her father.

Fang Yun lit six incense sticks and put them in the incense burner respectfully.