Everyone in the room held their breath and looked at Minister Zuo in fear. Even Minister Zuo's son, who was in his thirties, closed his mouth and did not dare to chew. The children did not dare to move and almost cried.
Old Man Liu and the others put down their chopsticks and lowered their heads.
Only Minister Zuo's daughter secretly looked at her father.
Minister Zuo looked elegant with very few wrinkles on his face. The silver hair on his temples did not make him look old, but instead made him look more energetic.
His eyes were calm as he steadily picked up a second piece of beef with his right hand and put it on his plate. He said slowly, "I forgot myself. Today, I will write the fifteenth chapter of the Analects of Confucius ten times as punishment."
His two sons looked at each other and immediately remembered Confucius's words in the fifteenth chapter of the Analects of Confucius, "If you bow down to yourself and blame others lightly, you will not be resented." It meant that if you blame yourself more and not others, you will not be resented.
"Father, I have learned from your words and deeds."
"Even Father is reflecting on himself. We have to be more careful with our words and actions."
Minister Zuo nodded.
After the meal, Minister Zuo walked to the study. The old butler quickly followed and whispered, "How should we deal with that rude servant?"
"Bury him well. Don't dirty the yard."
"Yes." The old butler was not surprised when he heard Minister Zuo's order and hurried away.
Jingguo Imperial Palace.
"This Fang Yun … is good, but he really gives me a headache. Forget it, I will reward him after the Holy Ground."
Jingguo Minister's Mansion.
"With this boy in Jingguo, I can let go."
Demon Realm.
"Order the rebels to kill Fang Yun. Enter Hanlin Academy's Hunting List, fourth place! "
Fang's Mansion.
Barefoot, Fang Daniu shouted as soon as he reached the door. Little Fox, who was still sleeping, made a sound of dissatisfaction and then went back to sleep.
Fang Yun was coming out of his bedroom when he saw Fang Daniu. He nodded and then calmly went to eat.
When Lan Wenzong came to take the manuscript of the Three-Character Classic, Fang Yun knew about it, so he was not surprised.
Fang Daniu walked quickly and handed the Holy Road to Fang Yun. He said, "This is the front page of the Holy Road. You're not happy at all? "
"I got it," Fang Yundao said.
Fang Daniu felt sincere respect for Ye Futian and said, "Young Master, you are so awesome. Other than Half-saint, you are the calmest person on the front page of the Holy Road. If it were anyone else, they would be laughing."
Fang Yun asked, "What about Wen Bao?"
Fang Daniu slapped his forehead and said with a smile, "Look at me, I only cared about telling you the good news. I forgot to buy Wen Pao. I'll go buy it now. "
"Put on your shoes," Fang Yun said and walked to the table.
Fang Daniu lowered his head to take a look. He chuckled and walked back to his room. Yang Yuhuan placed a dish on the table and said to Fang Daniu, "Put on your shoes and come here to get the money. Go and buy a hundred copies of the Holy Path. "
"Alright!" Fang Daniu said.
Fang Yun looked at Yang Yuhuan. She was wearing a white apron. She had the elegance of a young girl and the virtuousness of a housewife.
"Why did you buy so many copies?" Fang Yun asked.
Yang Yuhuan smiled and said, "I bought them as gifts. In the future, I will give a copy to whoever didn't buy it. This is the front page of the Holy Road. No one in Jingguo has been on the front page for many years. Even a housewife like me knows that for a scholar to be on the front page, it's even better than a double armor scholar. "
"Forget it, as long as you like it. How's the practice going? "
The two of them ate and talked about the zither.
Just as they finished eating, Fang Yun noticed that his official seal had received a message from a swan goose. He went over to check and saw that it was a congratulatory message from Cai He.
Fang Yun wrote a short reply. After he finished replying, one after another, a swan goose flew over.
Fang Yun didn't expect that he would encounter a scene of a hundred swan geese. Some of these swan geese were sent by friends, but most of them were sent by people from all over Jingguo through the Holy Temple. There were also some who came from overseas.
Shi Jun, Li Fanming, Yan Yukong and the others also sent congratulatory messages.
After reading the hundreds of swan geese, Fang Yun finally understood the significance of the front page of the Holy Road. This was because all the noble families in the capital and all the Half-saint families in Jingguo had sent congratulatory messages.
Out of the five Half-saint families in Jingguo, other than the Chensheng Family, four other Half-saint families had invited Fang Yun to participate in their literary gatherings. The head of the Zhang Heng Family even asked Fang Yun if he was married and said that a few young people from the Zhang Family would come to Jade Sea City in a few days. At that time, they would accompany Fang Yun to the Mid-Autumn Festival Literary Gatherings.
After Fang Yun finished reading these letters, he suddenly remembered what Li Fanming had said to him when they first met. The general trend was about to be formed.
Fang Yun didn't favor anyone. Whether it was the Half-saint families or his former classmates, he replied to them one by one. One of the letters was from Fang Zhongyong's father, Fang Li. Fang Li shamelessly called Fang Yun his nephew and said that when Fang Yun returned to the Da Yuan Mansion, he would definitely bring Fang Zhongyong to visit him.
When replying to the Zhang Heng Family, Fang Yun pondered for a long time.
There were three Half-saint families with the surname Zhang. Aside from the Medical Sage Zhang Zhongjing's family, the other two families couldn't be called that. This was because Zhang Zhongjing was the first person to be conferred as a Saint in the Medical School. His contribution to the Saint Origin World was enormous. When the 《Treatise on Various Types of Typhoid》 was written, the literary stars moved and established the status of the Medical School.
Although Zhang Heng's status wasn't as high as Zhang Zhongjing's, it was still above that of an ordinary Half-saint. Not only was he proficient in the techniques of the Mo Family and the Gongshu Family, he was also able to create the Seismograph, the Armillary Sphere, the Compass Chariot, and the Flying Wooden Carving. At the same time, he was also one of the Four Great Masters of the Han Dynasty. He was equally famous as Ban Gu, Sima Xiangru, and Yang Xiong. He had achievements in astronomy, geography, arithmetic, and painting.
After Zhang Heng was conferred as a Saint, even the Mo Family and the Gongshu Family went to consult him. They claimed that Zhang Heng's invention of the gears was not inferior to Mo Zi's and Lu Ban's.
The people of the Zhang Heng Family inherited Zhang Heng's temperament. They didn't seek fame or fortune. They focused on astronomy, geography, and mechanisms. They were determined to fulfill Zhang Heng's last wish.
What Fang Yun cared most about was the Seismograph and the Armillary Sphere of the Zhang Heng Family. They were both Half-saint Wen Bao. The Seismograph was in the Zhang Family, and the Armillary Sphere was in the Notre-Dame.
It was said that the Armillary Sphere didn't move, but once it moved, it would be earth-shattering. It was comparable to the No.1 Killing Zither 'Hao Zhong'. However, more people suspected that other than Zhang Heng himself, no one else knew how to use the Armillary Sphere. Even other Half-saint couldn't use it.
Fang Yun replied with a decent letter, thanking the Zhang Family for their kindness. However, he didn't want to marry anyone other than Yang Yuhuan. He also said that he was very interested in astronomy and geography. He was very happy to discuss it with the Zhang Family and go to the Holy Ground together.
After replying to all the letters, Fang Yun suddenly felt that his mind was very flexible. His heart was very clear, and the world in front of him was very clear. It was as if the things that had been blocking in front of him had disappeared.
"Those letters are the approval of all the Jingguo Wealthy Families and Half-saint Families. It's also a general trend. So what if I don't have a foundation! So what if I don't have a Half-saint teacher! If I enter the All Saints Palace, I can also establish a foundation! "
Fang Yun's gaze was more determined than ever.
After finishing the chores, Fang Yun continued to practice the zither and study the art of war. He found that he seemed to be able to see things further and more clearly.
For the whole day, the Fang Family secretly discussed.
"Did you notice? Young Master's spirit seems different today. "
"Yes, he's not arrogant. He's still so polite to us. But I'm a little scared of him. I always feel that he's a little like the emperor in the movies. "
"Yes! Even Madam is secretly looking at Young Master. But she's not worried, she's in love. "
"Pfft, be careful that Madam tears your mouth."
"Only that little fox in the family didn't notice the change in Young Master. It's still the same as before."
"It only knows how to eat all day. It eats, sleeps, and plays when it wakes up. What can it know? "
"Squeak squeak!" The snow-white fox raised its head and walked like a cat, slowly walking past them. As it passed by, it didn't forget to give them a haughty and disdainful look.
"Don't you think it's infuriating?!"
"Forget it, what's the point of getting angry at a fox?"
That night. Fang Yun carried the Gallbladder Trembling Zither to the calm lake. Along the way, the autumn wind blew and the autumn leaves fell.
The autumn cicada seemed to be doing its best to resist the autumn wind, and its cries became even deeper.
Along the way, Scholar Pang looked at Fang Yun in surprise.
"Fang Yun's not right today. In the past, he was like someone who was passively trying to sense the autumn wind, but today, he's unmoved by the autumn wind. If he takes another step forward, he'll be like a sovereign controlling the autumn wind. Incredible, truly incredible! No wonder his poem was on the front page of the Holy Path. "
Not long after, Fang Yun walked to his usual pavilion. With the Dragon Horn Zither cushion, the stone table was not damaged at all. As usual, Fang Yun played the Autumn Wind Melody.
Halfway through, Scholar Pang felt strange. He couldn't feel the autumn wind at all. It was completely emotionless. He played it three times, but not a single cicada fell off.
Fang Yun continued to play as High Scholar Pang became more and more surprised. This was because although Fang Yun's' Autumn Wind Melody 'had improved tremendously in terms of fingering, it didn't seem to have regressed in terms of emotion. Instead, it was as though he had no emotions at all. It was as though he was a Mohist puppet playing the zither. He was a person without a heart.
"There should be something I can't see through."
High Scholar Pang stood in the forest beside the pavilion, leaning against a thick tree. He stared intently at Fang Yun, hoping that he would be able to see something.
Very quickly, Scholar Pang discovered something strange. Fang Yun's hair was fluttering in the wind. At the same time, the cicadas closest to Fang Yun had stopped chirping. It was as if they were frightened by an invisible force.
Scholar Pang opened his eyes wide and looked more closely.
After Fang Yun finished playing, his hands stopped and placed on the strings of the zither. The strings stopped, and so did the chirping of the cicadas.
After some time, Fang Yun raised his hands and played the zither again.
As soon as the sound of the zither rang out, the fallen leaves around Fang Yun suddenly flew in all directions. Fang Yun's robes seemed to be filled with wind as they began to swell.
Fang Yun played the Autumn Wind Melody at a speed three times faster than normal. The sound of the zither was urgent and filled with sadness. A chill of late autumn spread out in all directions.
Scholar Pang subconsciously shrank his neck and hugged his arms. He then realized that this was just the autumn wind that was being played by the zither. The weather wasn't actually that cold.
Scholar Pang gave a self-deprecating smile. He was a High Scholar, and yet he was so affected by an ordinary zither song. However, his self-deprecating smile froze on his face.
This was because the surroundings of the lake were extremely quiet.
"Where are the chirping of the cicadas?" Just as this thought appeared in Scholar Pang's mind, he felt something fall onto his head. He reached out and touched it. It was an autumn cicada.
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