In the Mozhi Academy in Zhucheng, an old Xiucai stood on the podium, facing the Mengtong in the school, full of spring breeze.

"I'm afraid you've heard the poem 'Spring Hope,' but you don't know the true meaning of the poem. All poems can be broadly divided into two categories, war poems and non-war poems. War poems are divided according to the literary position, which is simple and easy to understand, so who knows how non-war poems are classified? ”

I saw a little Mengtong stand up and say in a clear voice, "Yes, sir." Non-war poems can improve the literary name, from low to high, they are out of the county, Dafu, Mingzhou, Zhenguo and the world. There is also a higher shock, generally speaking, poetry is not shocking, only the article is well written, can be shocking. ”

Lao Xiucai nodded and said, "Sit." Romon replied well. Among these two types of poems, there is a very special type of poem, called 'handed down'. All non-heirloom war poems can be called strange poems. What is a hand-me-down? Dong Da'an, tell me. ”

I saw an honest child standing up with his head touched, and said with a red face: "I don't understand." ”

Many children covered their mouths and snickered.

"Sit," Lao Xiu asked with a pleasant face, "who knows the origin of 'heirlooms'?"

Many children shook their heads.

Lao Xiucai said: "You haven't even finished learning the Confucian scriptures, and it's normal that you don't understand." The word "Xunzi" is handed down, in which "Jun Dao" has a saying, "Keep your duties and follow your career, dare not profit or loss, but you can pass it on". This inheritance is the lowest level of inheritance, and it is nothing more than leaving a name for future generations. However, the inheritance of poetry is not only that the poem can be passed on to future generations, but also that the power contained in such poems can be passed on to others. The human race is immortal, and the poems will live forever!"

Many children slowly puffed up their chests, affected by the words of Lao Xiucai.

Lao Xiucai raised his head and continued in an extremely proud tone: "Originally, only people from the Shengyuan Continent could make hand-me-down poems, and people in the literary world such as us have been looking up to people for thousands of years, and we have never really been on an equal footing with the people of the Shengyuan Continent. However, since yesterday, a poem has also appeared in the literary circles of Confucius Sheng! Yes, this poem is not a war poem, and it cannot directly kill the enemy; yes, this poem can only be used by Hanlin at least, and cannot be used by every reader. However, the use of this poem is no less than any war poem! For the first time, a person in the literary world far surpasses the Shengyuan Continent in one aspect!"

Many of the children were so excited that their faces were red, their fists clenched, and their eyes were full of pride.

Lao Xiucai said categorically: "From today on, you will begin to recite "Spring Hope", remember this poem, remember this person named Zhang Longxiang, he may be framed to death by the Marquis of Lumen or the King of Chu, but you must remember that the homesickness of hundreds of millions of soldiers for thousands of years will be solved by one person! Today, do not learn anything else, only learn this poem "Spring Hope"! As a native of Chu and Zhucheng, if you can't memorize this poem, then don't be a reader!"

On the second day of the appearance of "Spring Hope", this poem spread wildly throughout the Confucian literary circle, and ninety percent of the gentlemen taught their students this poem in the classroom that day.

This is the first poem handed down by Confucius in the literary world.

As soon as this poem came out, the prayers were like rain.

Fang Yun did not stay in the military camp in Nancheng, but took a carriage to the east outside the city, to a courtyard belonging to the Marquis of Zhujiang.

Last night, Zhang Qingfeng and other generals loyal to the Marquis of Zhujiang came to congratulate, but it was inconvenient to celebrate in the barracks, and the eyes and ears of the Marquis of Lumen were everywhere in Zhucheng, so everyone met to come to the Phoenix Courtyard by the sea.

This annex was Zhang Wankong's favorite place back then.

There are several hills on the seashore ten miles outside Zhucheng, among which there is a Phoenix Mountain about 100 zhang high, and this mountain and all the nearby fields are the property of Zhujiang Hou.

When the carriage arrived at the foot of Phoenix Mountain, Fang Yun said: "Stop, I walked up the mountain with my father back then, and since then, I don't take a car on Phoenix Mountain." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Fang Yun lifted his robe and walked out of the carriage.

Directly in front of us is a hill with rocky rocks and trees, and a winding path leads to a courtyard on the mountainside.

Fang Yun's gaze left Phoenix Mountain and looked east.

In the nearest place is the light green farmland, neatly organized, with farmers and buffalo busy, and in the distance is the blue ocean, the sea breeze blows, sparkling, seagulls sound, pleasant and crisp.

The sky is clear and transparent, and the scorching sun shines on the earth and the sea.

Fang Yun glanced at the farmland and farmers, and suddenly felt a little envious of this leisurely life because of yesterday's dangerous experience.

Last night, Fang Yun got the exact news that the Marquis of Lumen was indeed going to cause Ying Xiao to treat himself for a felony, but as soon as the "Spring Hope" came out, all the soldiers' letters flew straight to their hometowns, and all the anger accumulated by the soldiers before not only disappeared, but Fang Yun also gained their gratitude.

Just last night, some family letters flew straight to Zhucheng from afar, and reached the hands of the receiving soldiers as soon as possible.

Now, Fang Yun's prestige in Zhucheng was not only unprecedentedly high, but also in the minds of all the soldiers of the Chu State, the literary world, and even the Shengyuan Continent.

The crisis was temporarily lifted, and Fang Yun finally saw through the first test of Shushan.

It is not the so-called rectification of the Pearl River Army by the old man of Shushan at all, but the killing machine of the King of Chu!

The two tests are one bright and one dark, and the secret test is even more dangerous.

"At this point, presumably the King of Chu will not kill me immediately, and I can relax and rest for a few days. Fang Yun was about to walk towards the Phoenix Courtyard when a peasant couple came across the roadside.

The two peasants were not good-looking, because of the sea breeze and labor, and their skin was dark. The two greeted each other with a smile, calling them Mr. Hanlin, but they were different from ordinary people, they did not bow down in the slightest, and they were not called Lord Hanlin, they were more like respecting scholars than high-ranking officials.

Fang Yun liked the attitude of these two farmers, and said with a smile that the scenery of this place was excellent, so he smiled and said, "How was last year's harvest?"

The two stopped, and the farmer replied with a smile.

Fang Yun chatted with the two for a while, and when they parted, the farmer also invited Fang Yun to eat at home, and Fang Yun agreed, saying that he would definitely visit.

Fang Yun walked along the mountain road, approaching the Phoenix Courtyard, and looked back at the mountain.

The two peasants walked slowly and steadily.

"Perhaps, I can stay here for a few days......"

Fang Yun thought to himself and continued to walk towards the Phoenix Courtyard.

There were many carriages parked at the gate of the Phoenix Courtyard, and without waiting for Fang Yun to walk to the door, the two old Hanlins led by Zhang Qingfeng and Wang Li came out with seven Jinshi generals to greet them.

Fang Yun strode forward, laughing with them as he walked inside.

It was just a seemingly ordinary gathering, but it was not ordinary for everyone present.

For the nine generals, they were already completely on Fang Yun's side.

For Fang Yun, he finally has a fixed team and controls forty percent of the Pearl River Army.

Ten people sat in the Phoenix Courtyard, drinking tea and chatting in the pavilion, facing the sea breeze and overlooking the sea.

After an hour, Zhang Qingfeng frowned and said: "The court meeting is not over yet, and I am afraid that there will be a lot of trouble in the court." ”

Everyone nodded lightly and looked at Fang Yun.

Fang Yun indifferently picked up the teacup and drank it slowly, as if he was out of the matter.

(To be continued.) )