The Sage of Confucianism and Taoism

When the officials of the Qing Kingdom saw this scene, they could no longer describe their inner feelings. They all looked at Fang Yun in horror. He was obviously writing a poem to save the dancing girl and scolded Lord Qing, but in the end he was able to force the monarchs and ministers of Qing Kingdom to leave. And it is difficult to recover.

Things have happened. No matter how good Xin Zhi is, what happened today will always pierce Qingjun's heart like a thorn.

This thorn itself is not that powerful, but it was pierced on the day Qingguo lost Xiangzhou. Unless Qingguo takes back Xiangzhou, it will never be resolved.

Some colleagues who were close to Xin Zhi sighed inwardly. Although Hanlin's status was high, it was nothing in front of the king.

For a vast country like Qing, Lord Qing didn't even care whether the great scholars would go or stay. Only great Confucians could make him pay attention.

In Jingguo, the departure or stay of a great scholar was enough to shock the government and the public.

Fang Yun knew that taking over a state was a huge project. As for the negotiation of another state, it would not be completed within a month or two. These matters would be negotiated by Jingguo officials. He would not waste time on such trivial matters.

"This matter will be negotiated between General Zhou and the officials. I will return to Jingdu tomorrow." After Fang Yun finished speaking, he walked outside the Prefecture Academy of Literature.

When I walked out of the Prefecture Wenyuan, I saw that one side of Wenyuan Street was blocked by countless people from Baling City as before. However, those people were waiting quietly, especially quietly.

Everyone looked at Fang Yun and suppressed the excitement in their hearts.

Most of the people who come here are elderly people, ranging from forty to the oldest over ninety. They have all experienced the horrific period when Qing State suppressed Xiangzhou decades ago. The unforgettable hatred will never be forgotten no matter what. Cannot be eliminated.

Fang Yun looked at the dark crowd in front of him, a sad look appeared on his face, and he cupped his hands and said, "I have wronged you all these years."

Fang Yun's words were like a switch, causing everyone's grievances that had been pent up for many years to burst out. Countless people burst into tears, and some even burst into tears.

The cry was loud.

"My dear, let's go back to Jingguo! We're going back to Jingguo!"

"Dad, your spirit in heaven must have seen it! We are from Jingguo again! The words on your tombstone can be changed! It can be changed!"

"Go back to Jingguo!"

"Go back to Jingguo..."

Most of those young people who didn't know much about those days were infected by this atmosphere and had red circles in their eyes. They are all smart people and they all know the difference between being a Qingguo or a Jingguo.

Some scholars clenched their fists, their eyes were firm, and their eyes were filled with unprecedented hope.

The return of Xiangzhou to the capital means that from now on everyone in Xiangzhou is equal, everyone is eligible to participate in the imperial examination in Xiangzhou, and the quota in Xiangzhou will no longer be taken away by people from other states.

However, there are a few young people who are not happy. Most of them migrated from various parts of Qing State. If Xiangzhou returns, they will move away immediately if nothing happens.

Fang Yun looked at everything that happened in front of him with a slight smile. After a while, he returned to his residence in the Zhouwenyuan and continued studying.

For Fang Yun, today seems to be just a normal day, and there is no need to rest.

Until late at night, Fang Yun lay in bed and reminisced about what happened that day, from attending a banquet and composing poems, to confronting Xin Zhi's two armies, and then to ten civil wars.

At the end of the memory, Fang Yun finally couldn't bear the exhaustion and slowly fell asleep.

Fang Yun originally wanted to sleep for only one hour as usual, but Wen Zhan was too tired after ten battles, beyond the limit that ordinary Jinshi could achieve. Not only was he physically exhausted, Wen Dan and Wen Gong also reached their limits.

A full three hours passed before Fang Yun woke up. The sun was already shining brightly and the sky was clear.

Fang Yun returned home as fast as an arrow, and after a brief explanation with the Jingguo officials, he left the city in a dragon and horse car.

Many officials from Baling City were already waiting outside the east gate, including Lord Lian Qing.

If the Lei family had not been punished by the fire of three rites, Qingjun would have left early last night. It would have been impossible for him to send the victors of the enemy country to him, but now he would not dare not to send Fang Lun himself if he had a hundred courages.

The etiquette cannot be discarded, so Qingjun got off the carriage and walked with Fang Yun, chatting without a word, and they walked for ten miles before stopping.

Xusheng comes and sees you off from ten miles away.

Shili Pavilion is the south bank of the Yangtze River.

Looking around, spring is warm, flowers are blooming, grass is growing and warblers are flying. It does not seem to be the same season as in the north of Jingguo.

Everyone faced the Yangtze River. It was the spring flood at this moment. The river was rolling and fast, stretching as far as the eye could see. It was as vast as the ocean.

On the other side of the Ten Mile Pavilion is the tall empty row boat.

Fang Yun and some Jingguo officials were on one side of the Kongxinglou ship, while Qingguo officials, Xiangzhou officials and some Jingguo officials who stayed in Xiangzhou were on the opposite side to see each other off.

Qingguo Wenfu took a step forward, raised his hand to Fang Yunyi, and said: "We will not mention the civil war today. We are here to send Fang Xusheng off. Fangxu Sheng's famous literary works are at their peak, like fire cooking oil, we will wait for him It’s not a good idea to say farewell to a scholar, how can I do it without poetry? I suggest that we select three young people to give farewell poems to Fang Xusheng.”

Fang Yun nodded and said: "What Mr. Gu said is absolutely true. It shows that Qingguo is a country of etiquette. Then you will choose three people."

Young scholars in the Qing Dynasty were immediately eager to give it a try, and many of them had actually been prepared for it because it was a common practice.

Family hatred and national hatred are one thing, but sending farewell poems in front of Xu Sheng is another thing. This is a good opportunity to increase your literary reputation. Even if you can't leave your name in history, you will definitely leave a mark in the local annals. On a certain day of the month, who gave the poem to Fang Xusheng? If he can become a semi-saint in the future, he will be gifted with poems to the semi-saint, which will definitely be a great event to honor his ancestors.

The children of semi-saint families or wealthy families look down on those who present poems to the false saints, but the children of the famous families or poor families below the wealthy families are all looking forward to it.

What's more, most of the young scholars here are from Xiangzhou, and they are family members of Fang Yun. If they have the reputation of presenting poems in the future, they will definitely be different from ordinary people in Jingguo, and they may have more opportunities.

Many young people blushed and squeezed forward involuntarily, forming a brief chaos.

Fang Yun looked at these young people who were almost older than him with a smile on his face, and felt a little emotional in his heart. He didn't expect that in just one year, he would go from being a poet to a poet who received poems, and countless young people were proud to present poems to him. The difference in status was so great that it was unimaginable in the past.

Gu Fu coughed lightly and swept all the young scholars with a cold gaze.

Those people were immediately frightened and motionless. Gu Fu was a great scholar who spoke with great righteousness. He could kill them all with just one word.

Gu Fu's eyes fell on Yan Yukong, the champion of Qing State last year. Like Fang Yun, he would participate in this year's palace examination, compete for the top spot in ten subjects, and compete for admission.

"Yukong, you and Fang Xusheng were both champions last year, and you are old acquaintances. You should give this first poem to Fang Xusheng."

Gu Fu's words caused many people to sigh. If it were someone else, they might not be convinced, but Yan Yukong made them speechless.

"Yes, Lord Wen Xiang."

Fang Yun looked in the direction of the voice and saw Yan Yukong walking out of the crowd. Yan Yukong not only won the champion, but was also the most popular candidate for the champion of Qing State this year.

Yan Yukong and Fang Yun had known each other for a long time. They worked together in the Holy Ruins and the Hunting Ground. They were true friends in need.

No matter when and where, Yan Yukong did not make any remarks against Fang Yun in Qing State, which had caused dissatisfaction among many people in Qing State.