Fang Yun thought to himself that Liu Zicheng was indeed still the same sinister and treacherous Liu Zicheng. He didn't have any evidence in the first place, and he didn't force Chancellor Wei to do so. Instead, he pretended to plead for mercy.
Fang Yun really wanted to kill Liu Zicheng, but he could only rely on Li Wenying. Now that Liu Zicheng was begging for mercy, Li Wenying, as a scholar, couldn't kill a scholar without any evidence.
Fang Yun immediately walked forward and said with a smile, "Brother Liu, you're being too serious. 'Zuo Zhuan' says, 'It's the greatest virtue to know one's mistakes and correct them.' Since you've already admitted that you wanted to harm me and have chosen to repent, we're still good friends. On the day that Yuhuan and I get married, I hope you'll come and attend our wedding. "
"Fang Yun, you're so nice." Liu Zicheng cried bitterly.
Apart from a few people who were touched, most of them looked on coldly. Rome wasn't built in a day, and everyone knew what kind of person Liu Zicheng was.
There were also some people who could see clearly that the two of them were obviously putting on an act. Although Fang Yun couldn't kill Liu Zicheng, he had confirmed Liu Zicheng's evil deeds, and Liu Zicheng couldn't clear his name.
Li Wenying looked at Fang Yun and nodded without saying anything. He then turned around and left.
The bailiffs of the Prefectural Literature Institute immediately cleaned up Chancellor Wei's corpse.
The bailiffs of the Prefectural Literature Institute who had been standing at the door for a long time said loudly, "Congratulations, Chief Advisor Fang Yun. Lord Li Wenying has ordered to recruit you into the first-year class of the Prefectural Literature Institute." After saying that, he handed Li Wenying's decree to Fang Yun.
No one was surprised. If the only scholar in the Ten Nations who had passed the Saint's Selection couldn't go to the Prefectural Literature Institute, it could only be said that Li Wenying was inferior to Chancellor Wei.
"Heaven helps the worthy. Congratulations, Fang Yun." Gao Minghong was the first to congratulate him.
"Congratulations!" Wan Xuezheng praised from the bottom of his heart.
Everyone congratulated Fang Yundao together.
Fang Yun thanked them one by one.
Finally, Wan Xuezheng said, "Fang Yun, today's matter can be said to be hair-raising. Your life was almost hanging by a thread. Why don't you compose a poem?"
Everyone was in high spirits. If Fang Yun were to compose another national poem, it would definitely be another great story.
Fang Yun pondered for a moment before he sighed, "I won't hide it from everyone. I'm already mentally exhausted today, and I can't compose any good poems. Why don't I write a sentence to encourage the young people?"
No one felt that there was anything wrong with Fang Yun saying the word "young man".
Everyone was still in high spirits. Although the value of aphorisms was not high, they were easily circulated after they were written. They were often hung in study rooms and classrooms, and were more valued than couplets.
Wan Xuezheng immediately ordered people to set up the table and the four treasures of the study.
Fang Yun pondered for a moment and wrote down two sentences.
The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.
Everyone was silent. These two sentences were almost a summary of the whole process of the Saint Selection, and also seemed to be talking about the experience of poor people like Fang Yun.
This was the interior of the Fu Wen Courtyard, so the aura immediately appeared.
Everyone saw a foot-tall orange aura appear on the paper.
Wan Xuezheng laughed, "Fang Yun, you are indeed not an ordinary person. Although your aphorisms are wonderful, they do not emphasize literary talent and rarely contain righteousness, so it is difficult to express your aura. However, these two sentences of yours can express the county. It is rare."
"What is even rarer is the meaning of this essay. It can be said that one sentence is enough to express the bitterness of my generation."
"I don't think this aphorism is the rarest. What's rarest is that Fang Yun was put in such a difficult position and faced the crisis of his literary palace being destroyed. Not only did he not use poetry to vent his dissatisfaction and hatred, he even wrote such a positive aphorism. This sense of normalcy is the rarest."
"Well said!"
"Everyone is overpraising me." Fang Yun thought that they were thinking too much.
Wan Xuezheng pressed his hand on the paper and gave Fang Yun a strange smile. There was pleading, anticipation, shyness, and a little rascally.
"Fang Yun, I am one of the examiners of your county examination. This piece of calligraphy is not some Mingzhou Empire. Can you give it to me?" Wan Xuezheng's face turned redder as he spoke. He felt that he looked like a mangy dog begging for a bone from its owner.
Fang Yun saw Wan Xuezheng's expression and held back his laughter, "Since Lord Wan likes it, I will give it to Lord Wan."
"Thank you!" Wan Xuezheng smiled happily, "Fang Yun, your calligraphy can be said to have improved by leaps and bounds. The strength of your strokes is still weaker than mine, but the beauty of the structure of your calligraphy is already above mine. If you can master your calligraphy, it will be of great help to your combat poems and materialization. At the highest level, it can double your strength! If you practice your calligraphy for another half a year, you will be able to produce a copybook. "
"Lord Wan, thank you for your praise. I will definitely practice my calligraphy when I return."
Wan Xuezheng said, "I cannot let you give me this calligraphy for free. I have a brush washer at home. Although it is not a literary treasure, it has been used by a scholar for ten years. It is more or less tainted with talent. Its cleaning effect is much better than a normal brush washer. It is just right to give it to you. "
Fang Yun was not polite and said, "Then it would be impolite for this student to refuse."
The others were extremely envious of the relationship between Wan Xuezheng and Fang Yun. They also wanted Fang Yun's calligraphy, but after all, their relationship was not good enough. It would be rude to ask for it rashly, so they could only watch.
Wan Xuezheng seemed to have thought of something and said regretfully, "It is a pity that Lord Wei is obsessed. Otherwise, you would definitely stay in my Fu Wen Courtyard and leave behind many poems under the Literary Name. In the future, when you become a great scholar or a saint, this Fu Wen Courtyard will definitely have your former residence and relics. We will also benefit from it. It is a pity. "
The officials and students of the Fu Wen Courtyard felt their chests tighten, especially the students. In their opinion, even if Fang Yun could not become a great scholar, his chances of becoming a great scholar were extremely high. At that time, they would be Fang Yun's classmates. In the future, even if they could not obtain any direct benefits from Fang Yun, their political opponents would not dare to act blindly without thinking.
But now, they had no chance at all.
Many people began to hate Liu Zicheng.
At this time, it was almost nine o 'clock. Fang Yun bid farewell to everyone.
After Fang Yun left, Liu Zicheng dejectedly left. When he came, there were twenty people by his side. When he left, there were only three left, including Guan Yaoyuan, who did not know how long it would take for him to recover his literary palace.
A scholar looked at Liu Zicheng's back with disdain and said, "In the past, people said that Liu Zicheng was ruthless, but I felt that since he was a scholar, he should have a bottom line. So I did not care about his bad reputation. But today, I finally understood that people like him have no bottom line. "
"Everyone knows that he colluded with the Lord of the Wei Courtyard, but he is very smart. He did not make things difficult for Fang Yun in front of Half-saint, nor did he expose any evidence. There is no way to get hold of him. Although the Lord of the Sword Eyebrows is murderous, he is also particular about evidence. If the Lord of the Wei Courtyard did not force the Half-saint to recite the exam backwards, the Lord of the Sword Eyebrows would at most scold him. He would never kill him. "
"But now, no matter how stupid Liu Zicheng is, he won't touch Fang Yun. Not to mention that he is highly regarded by the Half-saint, the value of the Selection of the Sage alone is no less than that of a scholar. This matter will definitely be reported. Fang Yun is already considered a little famous in the Ten Nations. Once the Selection of the Sage is reported, his reputation in the Ten Nations will probably surpass that of many ordinary scholars. "
"No, I think he will be as famous as the Lord of the Sword Eyebrows in a month at most. Think about it carefully. Since the first of April, he has written 'Butterflies in Love with Flowers: Spring Scene' and 'Epigraph of My Shack'. They will definitely be published in the 'Holy Path'. On the other hand, it had been many years since there was an epigram in the "Holy Path". The sentence, "Through hard work, the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold", was memorable and encouraging. It was enough to make the calligraphy and painting shops of the Ten Nations produce and sell it immediately. Since it was related to the Saint's Selection, it would definitely appear alone in the "Holy Path". Fang Yun has published three epigraphs in the 'Holy Path' for two months in a row. Wouldn't that be enough to shock the world? "
"That's true."
"Have you guys ever thought that if he comes up with another good poem this month, the four epigraphs will be published together. The scholars of the Ten Nations will definitely be in an uproar."
"As a scholar, I hope that he can publish four or even five epigraphs at the same time. But as his' almost classmate ', I really hope that he will bear with it for a year and participate in the capital examination next year to become the first scholar."
"There are rumors that he will participate in the capital examination this year."
"How many months has he been studying the classics? Even if he becomes a scholar, he won't be able to get first place. What a pity. "
"Yeah, I really hope that he will participate in the capital examination next year. If he can get three grades, he will be one of the top five scholars in the Ten Nations."
"It's a hundred times harder to become a top five scholar than to become a double scholar. Don't overpraise Fang Yun."
"I'm just kidding. As a member of the Great Origin House, I just hope that Fang Yun can go higher."
Fang Yun sat in the carriage, his heart filled with joy and a little fear.
"It was too impulsive to ask for the Selection of the Sage, but there was nothing wrong with it. Scholars should be fearless. If Liu Zicheng and Lord Wei Yuanjun had suppressed me this time, my literary vortex would have stagnated or shattered. Now that I have the Thunderous Divine Sound, the possibility of me becoming a scholar before the Selection of the Sage has increased and my foundation will definitely be stable. "
Tan Yu, who had been on the left side of the carriage, jumped onto the carriage, lifted the curtain, and entered. "Young Master, do you really want to enter the State Institute of Arts?"
"Why? What's wrong with entering the State Institute of Arts?"
"It's not that it's bad. The State Institute of Arts only accepts the top five scholars in the capital examination every year. The remaining students are all scholars. Because they are all armchair strategists, the students of the State Institute of Arts often have to kill demons and barbarians. Jiang Prefecture is not bordered by the barbarians, but the three sides are related to demons. The classes of the State Institute of Arts will go out to kill demons every season. "
"I'm just a scholar. Do I have to kill demons too?"
"You've already broken the ordinary rules by entering the State Institute of Arts. If you have to be different from the other students when it comes to killing demons, others will gossip."
"Then I'll go kill demons," Fang Yundao said.
"You don't even know armchair strategists. If you go, you'll only be a burden. Others will naturally gossip. There are many people in the State Institute of Arts who are on the side of the Left Minister. "
Fang Yundao said, "Since others will definitely gossip, I'll do as I wish. When the time comes, I'll go if I want to, and I won't if I don't want to. Why should I care about the gossip? However, I do appreciate your reminder."
Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of the State Institute of Arts.
There were people guarding the entrance of the State Institute of Arts. Fang Yun took out his document and the bailiff respectfully led Fang Yun to the first class of scholars. As they walked, he explained the situation and rules of the first class.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
