Jing Country Academy, Upper Dormitory Fang Residence. [
Yang Yuhuan was dressed in white as if she was in mourning. She stood in the courtyard and looked at the open door.
There was no panic or sadness in her eyes. She looked like an ordinary wife waiting for her husband's return. She was unusually calm and determined.
On the other side, Ao Huang floated in the air and looked down at the little fox on the ground.
"Ying ying, ying ying ying ying, ying ying ying ying ying …" The little fox's voice was rhythmic.
"Ow ow ow, ow ow ow, ow ow ow …" Ao Huang's voice was equally rhythmic.
The dragon and the fox communicated in a way that no one else could understand. They were chatting happily, but both of them looked angry and anxious.
Fang Daniu and the other servants of the Fang family stood quietly behind Yang Yuhuan and sighed.
In Tiger Cell.
A few prison guards muttered softly.
"It's too much to treat Teacher Fang like this!"
"When Teacher Fang becomes a Half-saint, he must take revenge!"
Huo Siyu remained silent, as if he had forgotten what his superior, the Left Assistant Minister of Justice, Yuan Su, had told him.
The two Jinshi of the Punishment Hall looked at each other and saw the helplessness in each other's eyes.
"This is outrageous!" One of the Jinshi of the Punishment Hall said softly.
The other Jinshi of the Punishment Hall sighed and looked at the prison window. He could see Fang Yun inside.
Fang Yun pondered for a few minutes after hearing Kang Ha-chuan's words. He suddenly said, "Please prepare the Four Treasures of the Study."
"We've been waiting for you to say that!" A dozen prison guards ran excitedly to get the things.
Huo Siyu remained silent with his head lowered. Ever since Fang Yun started teaching Fang Yun, he seemed to have become the most idle person in Tiger Cell. He was no longer strict with Fang Yun, but he also didn't order anyone to treat Fang Yun well. He just let the prison guards and officials do whatever they wanted.
Huo Siyu used all kinds of methods to get promoted, but he couldn't treat his teacher harshly, even if he was just an observer. Even if he didn't officially become Fang Yun's disciple.
Not long after, the prison guards brought in a suitable table, chair, and the four treasures of the study, and placed them in front of cell B13.
The jailer opened the cell door and swiftly removed Fang Yun's shackles. Then, he let Fang Yun sit on a chair. Another jailer used his family's heirloom methods to promote blood circulation and massage Fang Yun's bones.
Huo Siyu still ignored him.
The surrounding prisoners also looked at Fang Yun. To them, Fang Yun was not only their teacher, but also their savior.
"Mr. Fang. Don't worry, think about it first before you write. I'll massage your legs first. I guarantee that your thoughts will surge! "The jailer smiled and squatted under Fang Yun to massage his legs.
"Stop flattering me. Let Mr. Fang think carefully."
Everyone immediately controlled their breathing, fearing that their breathing would affect Fang Yun.
The only sounds left in the dungeon were the burning torches and the sound of the jailers hammering their legs and grinding ink.
Fang Yun sat comfortably on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief.
The reason why he chose to write the poem on the first day of December was because he was afraid that using it early would give the Zong and Lei family enough time to counterattack. Moreover. Even if the poem failed, he could use the exemption order given by the Empress Dowager at the last moment.
Fang Yun was not in a hurry. Instead, he slowly thought about it. The three poems were indeed too demanding.
After a full 15 minutes. A hint of sadness flashed across Fang Yun's face. He suddenly picked up the brush, dipped it in thick ink, and wrote the name of the poem on the white paper.
"Jiang Chengzi."
"In prison, my beloved wife, Yuhuan, passed away. Alone for the rest of my life, I write this poem. "
Before writing the main text, Fang Yun wrote the reason why he wrote this poem. It was a dream in Tiger Prison. He dreamed that his wife, Yang Yuhuan, passed away. In the dream, he lived alone for the rest of his life.
After that, Fang Yun wrote the main text.
"Ten years of life and death, unforgettable if I don't think about it.
A lonely grave for a thousand miles, with no place to talk.
Even if we meet, we don't know each other, with dust on my face and hair like frost.
At night, I dream of returning to my hometown, by the window of a small house, freshening up.
Looking at each other without words, I can only cry a thousand lines.
Anticipating a year of broken intestines, a bright moon night, a short pine ridge. "
Tiger Prison was not in the Academy of Literature, so talent could not be directly displayed. Therefore, when Fang Yun wrote, there was no light of talent.
However, when he wrote "a lonely grave for a thousand miles", soft cries suddenly came from the entire dungeon.
No one shed tears, but it seemed to be the mournful cries of the dead.
When he wrote "only tears a thousand lines", the cries suddenly became louder.
The poem was complete. Every word shone with light. Ten miles of ink fragrance, a hundred miles of emotion, a thousand miles of grief.
"A sad poem, four visions, will definitely protect the country!" Huo Siyu silently cried as he muttered to himself.
The words on the paper glowed faintly, and at the same time, the fragrance of the ink spread for five kilometers.
Within a radius of a hundred miles, an indescribable feeling of sorrow enveloped everyone. Everyone was affected by the sorrow of the poem, from the newborn babies to the old people who were about to die. Whether it was a little scholar or a great scholar, everyone was affected by the power of this tragic poem.
Within a hundred miles, everyone cried bitterly.
Within a thousand miles, countless cries appeared out of thin air, as if the souls of the deceased were crying.
Even Fang Yun was affected by the emotion. He stood up and cupped his hands while crying.
"Student Fang Yun, the first poem is complete!"
Then, a golden official seal appeared out of thin air, sprinkling a faint light on "Jiang Chengzi? Dream in Prison ".
Talent energy soared to the sky. A full four feet and nine inches of orange talent energy stood upright on the poem.
Ten feet to protect the country, just an inch away from being passed down to the world!
Then, Prime Minister Kang Ha-chuan's voice spread throughout Jingguo.
"Fang Yun's first poem is complete. I will read it for you. Jiang Chengzi, his beloved wife, Yuhuan, passed away in prison … "
Jiang Hechuan read aloud in a calm voice. When he finished reading the first paragraph, "Ten years of life and death are boundless, if you don't think about it, you will never forget it", there was a slight change in his voice, as if he was suppressing something.
When he read, "Looking at each other without words, only tears flow", the great scholar and Prime Minister of Jingguo finally couldn't hold back his sobs.
When he finished reading the last word, Kang Ha-chuan's voice actually sounded like he was crying.
The Nation-Guarding Poem contained the true meaning of the poem. The great Confucian of the generation had the Heavenly Words, reciting the artistic conception of the whole poem perfectly.
After a while, Kang Ha-chuan had to send a message to the whole country again.
"This poem is extremely sad. I miss my dead wife, please forgive me."
In Tiger Prison, prisoners and jailers were crying.
A child jailer covered his face and cried, "Teacher Fang is so pitiful. He dreamed that his wife passed away ten years ago. He didn't want to miss her, but he couldn't forget her. His wife's lonely grave is a thousand miles away. He didn't even have the chance to tell his sorrow in front of her grave. "
A Jinshi of the Punishment Hall wiped his tears with his sleeve and said, "What followed was even more sad. In the dream, Teacher Fang probably failed in the imperial examinations. He was running around with a face full of dust and hair as white as snow. Even if his wife came back to life and they met, they couldn't be recognized. Sad! Sad! Sad! "
In the Jingguo Academy class, a group of children were crying. The teacher shed tears and didn't say anything.
After a while, a child asked, "At night, I dreamt of returning to my hometown. I was dressing up by the window. Looking at each other without words, only tears flow flow. I knew that my intestines would be broken every year. Bright moon night, short pine ridge. What is it? "
The teacher wiped his tears and said softly, "Everything was a dream. Fang Yun returned to his hometown. Through the window, he saw Yang Yuhuan, who was still alive, dressing up in front of the mirror. But the two of them looked at each other. Even though they had thousands of words in their hearts, they couldn't speak. They could only look at each other quietly. Tears flowed silently. Under the bright moon, in front of the hill where pine trees grew, Fang Yun must be sad every year. The pain in the dream is better than the pain in the world! Better than the pain in the world! "
The teacher and student cried again.
Kang Ha-chuan's voice spread throughout Jingguo. His talent in the poem slowly increased. In less than ten minutes, his talent broke through five feet. The poem spread throughout the world!
There was no new phenomenon after the poem's breakthrough, but the message of love spread thousands of miles away.
All the households in the capital cried.
"Jiangcheng Zi? Dream in Prison "spread at an incredible speed.
In the Hall of All Saints on Mount Upside-Down, the sacred meeting came to an abrupt end. The phenomenon above Notre-Dame also dissipated.
Half-saint lived for two hundred years. He had seen many lives and deaths. He was the most ruthless and the most emotional.
In Kong City, the Kong family received the letter immediately. A great scholar of the Kong family read it with tears in his eyes. He recited the poem with a thunderous voice, "The first poem of Fang Yun's Atonement for Crimes has been completed. The poem is' Jiangcheng Zi '. The original text is as follows …"
Not long after, cries could be heard in Kong City.
Yan Yukong's eyes were wet. He slowly sent a letter to Fang Yun, "Your talent has surpassed Cao Zijian's. The world's talent is like a stone. You will be divided into nine portions, and the rest will be divided into one portion! "
In the Two World Mountain, Master Ci and Master Shi read the letter, "Jiangcheng Zi? Dream in Prison ". Tears flowed down their faces.
"With this poem, who dares to recall their wife? They will be heartbroken! "Master Shi said.
"Only a Ci Saint could write such a sacred piece of poetry! Compared to him, my title as Master Ci is a joke! This poem is called recalling his deceased wife, but it's actually using the body of a dead soul to think of Yuhuan! "
"What do you mean?" Master Shi looked at Master Ci in confusion.
Master Ci said slowly with tears in his eyes, "Fang Yun is writing that after he was punished to death by the Moon Tree God, in a graveyard thousands of miles away, he couldn't tell Yang Yuhuan about his misery. Because he missed his wife Yuhuan too much, even after ten years, he couldn't forget her, so he turned into a ghost and revived. But as a ghost, even if the two met, Yang Yuhuan wouldn't be able to recognize him. In Yang Yuhuan's eyes, he was probably just an old ghost. "
Master Shi nodded, she was even more surprised.
Master Ci continued, "Fang Yun immediately went to his hometown. Through the window, he saw Yang Yuhuan quietly dressing up. In the end, the two of them saw each other, one human and one ghost, forever separated, but they could only look at each other and cry! Every time on the anniversary of Fang Yun's death, night fell, on the mountain graveyard full of pine trees, Fang Yun's ghost would be heartbroken. One poem to write about two people and two scenes, it's an unprecedented double-sided poem! I'm sure that this poem will spread throughout the world! "
Master Shi looked up at the sky and sighed.
"Fang Yun is a great talent, I'm far inferior to him!"
Eastern Sea Dragon Palace.
The old dragon left two drops of tears, which turned into two strange crystals and fell to the bottom of the sea. Following that, the Sea Race in a radius of a million miles cried out loudly.
On the Eastern Sea, the waves surged to the sky, but not a single ship was damaged.
"Fang Yun's poem is too good, it's too good, but why did it provoke the Lunar Tree Divine Punishment? It's not that this old dragon didn't want to save him, it's that this old dragon left behind the strongest power to complete the Ancestral Dragon's teachings! "
In the Fang family, Ao Huang hugged the little fox with his claws and cried out loud. Little Liu Xing was also trembling.
The ink tortoise that was running away also cried out loud and could no longer take another step.
Yang Yuhuan was covered in tears, she covered her face and rushed into Fang Yun's bedroom, crying on the bed.
Ao Huang said while crying, "Fang Yun, don't worry. Just for this poem, this dragon will protect sister-in-law and the little fox! If I can't do it, I'll be killed by you in my dreams every day! It's too good, are you changing your identity and writing about the scene ten years later? Don't worry, I'll definitely bury you in Short Pine Ridge. If anyone dares to touch a single pine needle, this dragon will dig up their ancestral graves! "
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