Chapter 147: Jinling Conference
The Qinhuai River, known as the place of Nanjing's cultural origin, and the Qinhuai River, from east to west along the banks of the river with a total length of nearly ten miles, since the Six Dynasties is the place where famous families live, businessmen gather, literati gather, Confucianism is prosperous, and it has the reputation of "gold powder of the Six Dynasties".
Located on the bank of the Qinhuai River, the Confucius Temple is the holy place of the literati, since the successive dynasties, all the people who pass through this place, the civil officials get off the sedan chair, the military generals get off the horse, and the same is true.
On the east side of the Confucius Temple, there is the famous Jiangnan Gongyuan, the place where the dynasties have taken office. In front is the palace of learning, where literati and writers often gather, every time they look at Shuo, there must be scholars gathered here, listen to the famous pulpit, the wise man lectures and preach, and has the title of "the first school in the southeast".
On May 15, on this day, whether it is on the bank of the Qinhuai River, or the Confucius Temple, the School Palace and the Tribute Courtyard, under the scorching sun, a large number of scholars gather around, in an endless stream, coming and going like a tide, or wearing green clothes on the ground, or white clothes fluttering, mostly with a light folding fan to show the chic and graceful, the voice of the people is boiling.
During the leisurely stroll, they talked happily, and they were all discussing today's Jinling Conference.
"Fellow students, have you heard? Zhang Pu arrived here yesterday and specially presided over today's meeting. ”
"Of course, I heard that, as one of the initiators of the Restoration Society, how could it be possible to get him? However, I just don't know if Zhang Cai, who is Lou Dongerzhang, will come? ”
As soon as these words fell, an old man walked up and said, "It's impossible for Zhang Cai to come." Since the middle of the year before last, Zhang Cai was serving as the magistrate of Linchuan, Jiangxi, how could he appear at today's meeting. ”
For a while, the scholars who heard this were both regretful and envious.
At this time, a scholar said excitedly: "Although Lou Dong and Erzhang can't all be gathered, there are other famous people." For example, Mr. Gu Menglin, Mr. Yu Shan, one of the leaders of the poetry alliance, Qian Qianyi, Fang Mengshi, Fang Zhongxian, Fang Jihuai' of Fang's three masters, and Mr. Jing Yi, one of the eight gentlemen of Donglin, and Ruan Dayue, a disciple of Gao Panlong, ......"
One by one, the names jumped into everyone's ears, and the atmosphere was immediately raised, and everyone became excited. If you don't say all these people in normal times, you can see one or two of them and hear what they say, it's all very exciting!
The school palace has long been overcrowded, and the entire courtyard is full of people.
At this moment, although there are many people in the school palace, it is orderly and quiet, and there is no sense of turmoil. Tables thirty or forty centimeters high crisscross each other, like chessboards. Each table is equipped with a futon, on which celebrities sit on it, or the leaders of the Restoration Society, or the leaders of other societies, or people of high morality.
There is also a table at the top, just opposite these tables in the courtyard, for a while, there is quite a polemic in the school palace, and the students around are looking expectant, waiting for the upcoming teachings and preaching.
Located in the upper seat is Zhang Pu, one of the founders of the Restoration Society, with a pair of thin and narrow eyes, very light eyebrows, two beards, and a goatee.
Zhang Pu straightened his body and made himself sit more straight. Tidy up his sleeves, and then said leisurely: "Brothers, this Jinling conference is not only to contact the feelings between the members of the Restoration Society and get to know the new leaders, but also to discuss current affairs, how to serve the country and share worries for the monarch?" Kuangfu shooting, reproducing the past glory of the Ming Dynasty. ”
"I feel that today's court situation is becoming more and more corrupt, and its root cause lies in the decline of the world's religion, the ancient learning is no longer there, and it is becoming less and less, so that the scholars do not know the scriptures, and the famous hall cannot become a king, and the Changjun Yi does not know the people. Therefore, if you want to help the world, you must first learn from the past and regain the ancient rites. An old man stood up among the tables in the courtyard, dressed in a long robe, and said slowly.
At this time, a child at the edge of the courtyard looked at the old man, turned to look at the middle-aged man beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Fifth uncle, who is this old man?" Before Mr. Zhang finished speaking, this person spoke, isn't it too much? ”
"Fang Yu, this is the curtain weaver Mr. Gu Menglin I mentioned to you, he is also a Confucian in Taicang, and Yang Yi is also called Yang Gu, and he is also one of the eyebrows of the Restoration Society. He had a deep friendship with Zhang Pu and advocated the resumption of the society together. Therefore, it is not rude for him to say it bluntly. The middle-aged man touched the child's head, looking very doting and proud.
While Zhang Pu was still debating with those who were sitting, the middle-aged man and the child's voice had just fallen, and when he raised his eyes to look at the center of the field again, a scholar not far away pointed to the child and asked a partner next to him: "Brother Li, who are those two?" On such an occasion, on such a big scene as the Jinling Conference, who can stand or sit here, is it not a contemporary Confucian and romantic person, how can there be a stinky child mixed in? ”
"Hey, hey... That is Hou Fangyu, the son of the right attendant of the Ministry of War, don't look at the small people, he showed extraordinary talents at a young age, and his talent is extremely good, and he is given the nickname of the fourth son of the Fushe, and it is very likely that he will be the fourth son of the Fushe in the future with Chen Zhenhui, Fang Yizhi, and Mao Xiang. ”
The scholar showed a sudden look, as if he had thought of something, turned his head to look around, and whispered: "It is worthy of being the most prestigious literati conference in recent decades, not only bringing together great Confucian celebrities, but even a new generation of leaders have also been present. You see, all the three sons of the Fushe have arrived, and Chen Zhenhui, Fang Yizhi, and Mao Xiang are not far away. ”
The person who answered nodded thoughtfully, his eyes stayed next to Fang Yizhi, who was standing not far away, and muttered in a low voice: "Hey, look, who is the one standing next to Fang Yizhi?" is born well and handsome, and women will be jealous when they see it. ”
Hearing this, the scholar followed the prestige, and then shook his head: "I don't know, I've never seen it." ”
At this time, a middle-aged man approached and looked over, but said casually: "That's a woman, it should be Fang Yizhi's aunt Fang Weiyi, and her talent is on par with Fang Mengshi, one of the three masters of the Fang family." ”
"Oh... It turned out to be this woman, and she heard that Fang Weiyi had been married for six years, and her husband died. Fang Yizhi lost his father since he was a child, and it is not difficult to understand that his daughter was raised with his mother and accompanied by him. The scholar said with emotion.
The person who answered was excited, his eyes flashed with an inexplicable light, and he said further: "I have heard that this woman is very talented, and she is not inferior to her sister Fang Mengshi. Moreover, Fang Yizhi's achievements today are inseparable from the teaching and training of this woman. ”
The middle-aged man made a silent gesture, and when he saw the two of them showing doubts, he was very puzzled, and immediately said: "Such a grand conference, you may not meet again in the next few years, but you are chatting about this, what a waste of such a great opportunity!" ”