Chapter 1915: If you don't accept it, you can't do it
"Yu can't bear to make mistakes and go astray", which made Qi Wei's liver fire soar!
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I admit that your writing is good, and your level is very high, even I may not be able to write such an article, but are you my teacher?
is actually such a top-down tone of looking down on education......
It just doesn't make sense!
The most terrible thing is that this article is so good, it will inevitably spread all over the world and pass on to future generations, thinking that he is about to become a villain in an immortal masterpiece, Qi Wei wants to bite Fang Jun to death!
The literati have a good name, and now they can't help but have a lifelong reputation, and they may even be nailed to the pillar of shame in history, becoming a great villain that future generations will take as a warning for thousands of years...... Didn't it just teach you a lesson?
As for being so ruthless?!
Fang Er, Lao Tzu and you don't share the sky!
The two students felt the teacher's body swaying, startled, and hurriedly held on.
Qi Wei's eyes darkened for a while, and he said continuously: "Go to Fangfu, go to see Fang Xuanling......"
He can see that there is a wrong name, and there is no wrong nickname.
Since Fang Jun is a well-known "mallet" in Guanzhong, he really can't afford to lose a little, the front foot was taught a few words by himself, and the back foot will put himself to death, and his lifelong reputation will stink for him, and he won't be blind to death! Now, the only way to find Fang Xuanling is to ask Fang Xuanling to invalidate this article with his old face with his old kindness......
It cannot be invalidated, such a heroic text is rare through the ages, and if it is invalidated from now on, it will be a huge loss!
Then let him change it, at least delete the last paragraph......
The rest of the Confucians all looked at each other.
It is said that Fang Er is a mallet, and he will report it, and when he sees it today, he really deserves his name!
This is simply a slap in the face!
It's still the kind of fight to the death!
The big guys all felt pain for Qi Wei......
Once this article circulated, it is conceivable that Qi Wei's reputation for suppressing juniors and having no one in his eyes will be completely loud.
Punish the heart with the text, that is really ruthless!
In today's Guanzhong, who doesn't know the song "Charcoal Seller"?
Even though Li Tai, the king of Wei, is now low-key, vigorously advocating cultural and educational undertakings, assisting His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in opening state schools, county schools, and township schools throughout the country, opening up people's wisdom and encouraging education, but as soon as the people hear the name of Li Tai, the king of Wei, their first impression is that they are the sons of the old man who bullied and sold charcoal......
A prince has a reputation that is just a little good, but sometimes it is a good thing.
But for a great Confucian, reputation is almost the same as classmates is an indispensable foundation, once the reputation is corrupted, no matter how high the knowledge is, it is useless!
Like Qi Wei, once his reputation is ruined, not only will his own life be worse than death, but his students will also suffer from the eyes of the world and be stained with indelible stains. Especially those students who have already entered the officialdom, in this era of great importance to fame, it almost means that there is no hope of advancement......
This is absolutely unaffordable.
Everyone watched Qi Wei go away with the support of the students, and then looked at the article on the ground, and their hearts were full of feelings for a while.
Kong Yingda sighed, and looked at the boulder that rolled down from the top of the mountain beside him, with the shape of a natural screen, standing in front of this academy gate that is destined to shine.
This is a Confucian festival!
The result?
was disturbed by Fang Ersheng......
"Come on, put this article away, don't damage it, and wait until tomorrow, the old man will personally enter the palace and present it to His Majesty, if there is no accident, then it will be engraved in front of this mountain gate, thinking that it is the school motto."
This article turned out to be out of nowhere, who dares to say a bad word?
Even though all the people present were great Confucians, it was not easy to ask yourself if you wanted to make such an article. If this article can't be engraved on the bluestone, who has the face to say that their own article can?
Of course, Kong Yingda also left room for Qi Wei.
Half a day is enough time for him to communicate with Fang Xuanling, can he persuade Fang Jun to delete this last paragraph, otherwise this article will be passed on and Qi Wei's reputation will be lost......
The great Confucians were silent.
Cracking down on juniors, many people have done it.
But this article is written on rice paper in full view, and the ink is dripping, who can still open their eyes and not see, whether to say that there is no such thing, or to question Fang Jun looking for someone to catch a knife?
Besides, if it is just to suppress other rootless young talents, then who is Fang Jun?
The emperor's favorite horse, Fang Xuanling's son, and an important minister of the dynasty...... Who dares to suppress him, he is impatient?
"Even though this son is arrogant, he is indeed talented!"
"Yes, although I haven't studied yet, I'm afraid I haven't read a few books, but I can't do it!"
"This heroic article should be taken as a warning for the world's teachers, and it is thought-provoking!"
"Although I don't like Fang Jun's character very much, but this "Teacher Said" can't put it down!"
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Since suppression is definitely not possible, why not tout it and show your generosity?
Just ridiculed Fang Jun, that's just the wrong thing for people, you are young and have no rules, what's wrong with the old-timers teaching you two sentences? Now that you have learned your article well, let's not praise you, and we will never deliberately belittle your talent because of questioning your character......
Ma Jiayun shook his head and sneered, bowed his hand slightly at Kong Yingda, and slowly walked towards a house not far away.
On this cold day, drinking a cup of hot tea is far more pleasant than being in the company of these unscrupulous people......
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"I'm going to the Yamen, what are you doing with it?"
In the carriage, Fang Jun glared at Yu Mingxue and asked.
"Follow you to take a look, you don't know, my eldest brother has been ignoring me for marriage recently, and I'm so bored alone."
Yu Mingxue disagreed, sat opposite Fang Jun, drank tea by herself, and disliked it: "This tea is not delicious, it is better to take out the osmanthus picked in autumn and soak it." β
Fang Jun has one head and two big: "A girl, don't go to places like Yamen, it's a lot of inconvenience." β
Yu Mingxue sneered: "Why is it inconvenient? The yamen of the Tang Dynasty is for the people, is there a law that stipulates that women can't go? β
"The military department yamen is not for the people, but a military place, heavily guarded!"
"No matter how strict it is, can it be stricter than the palace? When I went to the palace with my grandfather, it was also very casual. β
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Fang Jun decisively shut up.
I'm stupid, how can I argue with a woman?
Women say that you can't mess around, there are a lot of fallacies, and it is the nature of women to be unreasonable, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, nothing like that......
It's not that the Yamen of the Ministry of War really has any military secrets that are afraid of Yu Mingxue to find out, it's just that this dead girl follows her, which inevitably makes Jiang Guhu more and more misunderstood.
I know that I haven't eaten mutton, why should I provoke a fishy body?
Just think about it.
"Okay, okay, whatever you want."
Fang Jun was helpless.
"Hehe, I know you're the best for me......" Yu Mingxue was very proud.
Fang Jun blackened his face and reminded: "You can't talk nonsense, I can't help it because I was forced by you!" β
"I know, men are always duplicitous like this, they are clearly thinking very much in their hearts, but they have to find many excuses, it's really naΓ―ve!"
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Fang Jun decisively shut up.
Speak to you again, I am your son......
The carriage entered the city and reached the yamen of the military department.
When they arrived at the yamen, the two got out of the car and entered, and the officials of the military department were already standing in front of the door to greet them.
"We welcome Fang Shilang, congratulations to Fang Shilang on his victory!"
Guo Fushan, Cui Dunli, Du Zhijing and others are all listed.
Although Fang Jun was named the "Inspector of the Military Department", he was not an official military secretary, so the officials still had to call Fang Shilang, of course, even if they called him Fang Shangshu, there was nothing wrong with it, but it was inevitable that people would feel that it was flattering......
A smile appeared on Fang Jun's face, and he stepped forward gently, returned the salute one by one, and said: "I have been going to sea for a long time, and I am fortunate to be conscientious and conscientious in the yamen, I thank you very much!" β
"The waiter is polite ......"
"This is our duty, and I dare not be a thank you to the chamberlain."
A set of customs etiquette, everyone surrounded Fang Jun into the yamen, a cadre of small officials and clerks stepped forward to pay respects, Fang Jun all smiled at each other, and encouraged a few words from time to time.
Just as he was about to enter the duty room and inquire about the affairs of the past few months, he heard a small official behind him say: "Fang Shilang, His Royal Highness King Wu asks to see you." β
Fang Jun was stunned.
The front foot just arrived at the Yamen, and the back foot Wu Wang Li Ke chased after the door?
I can't wait to keep an eye on my whereabouts now, this is a big deal......
Fang Jun hurriedly said to the people beside him: "Take this girl to the living room to sit for a while, and I will go to greet His Royal Highness King Wu." β
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