Although Fang Yun took it for the record was only two or three hundred words, Master Zhou's book actually read it three times in a row before stopping, and the more he read it, the more sad he became.

Fang Yun felt inexplicable, he knew that this "Rhyme" had an incomparably huge effect on this world, especially in the contemporary era of vigorously developing war poetry, but why did Master Zhou suddenly become sad?

Master Zhou sighed and said: "If I could get this article back then, why would it have been difficult for the poetry to wait for the elegant hall! I only thought that the poetry was wrong for life, and today I learned that the teacher was not Fang Zhenguo! Why didn't you let me learn this "Rhyme" thirty years ago! Why!"

Master Zhou almost beat his chest and almost cried.

Fang Yun had no choice but to persuade: "Actually, it's not too late for Master Zhou to study poetry now. ”

Master Zhou said: "It's late! I wait for my soul to be dusty, and my literary courage is dim, even if I learn this "Rhyme", I can't be beautiful in poetry, and I have already passed the best time. We now only have two roads, continue to take the avenues of 'benevolence', 'righteousness' and 'bravery', and one day accumulate thick and thin, and the rank will be continuously promoted. Or strive for fame and fortune, seek a wealth for future generations, and hope that future generations can go further on the road to literary positions. ”

"You choose to accumulate steadily?" Fang Yun asked.

"I would choose the latter, or more than eighty percent of people would choose the latter. The reason why Zuo Xiang can have great power today is not only because he has studied the lobbying methods of the Zongheng family, but also because he studied under Lü Buwei and Lu Shengjing to read "Lü's Spring and Autumn Period", and most importantly, there are too many officials who choose the latter. The reason why your dream of "The Pillow in the Pillow" is called a small speech is because the text came out at the right time. ”

Fang Yun nodded.

"Fang Yun, you have a great future, don't learn from me. By the way, why is it called "Fox Rhyme"?"

Fang Yun smiled and told Master Zhou about the slave's performance in class.

"Except for the students and teachers in Class A who know about this "Fox Rhyme", is there anyone else?"

"Except for the people in the genealogy, only me and Da Niu know the way. Fang Yun replied.

"I will send this article to Lord Yuanjun, and then ask him to send the people of the 'Torture Palace' to find out all those who know this "Fox Rhyme", whether it is adults or children, before you write the book, you must not leak it. ”

"Torture Palace, I heard you right, as for it?" Fang Yun was extremely surprised.

The Criminal Department, the Criminal Division, etc. are the government affairs institutions of various countries, but the Criminal Temple is different, it is the highest law enforcement agency of the Holy Court, at least a person who has condensed the courage to join, and everyone swears in front of the statues of the saints, in order to maintain the highest interests of the human race, and even the Holy Family can only influence but cannot control the Punishment Temple.

As long as the torture hall is released, it will be a major event that will alarm the ten countries, and it is often to catch the literati who betray mankind, and the means are extremely spicy.

"The Temple of Torture must be used. I don't see the value of the "Three Character Classic", but the value of this "Fox Rhyme" is obvious. This "Fox Rhyme" is a new way of enlightenment of sound rhythm, and the essay may be reluctant to get out of the county, but in terms of importance, it is still above the poetry of Zhenguo. You must not write in a hurry, you must be serious, even if it is written in another year, we can afford to wait. I'm afraid this is your chance to become a great Confucian. That Yi Zhishi can become a great Confucian in his thirties, because of the compilation of a "Selected Writings of the World", every word is gold, it is said that the original manuscript was thrown, and the ground sank three feet. Although it is only an opportunity, it cannot necessarily become a great Confucian, but it is ten thousand times stronger than those of us who don't even have a chance. Remember, don't be reckless. ”

Fang Yun originally wanted to finish writing it early, but when he heard what Master Zhou said, he had to say: "I will write the book as early as next month, and it will not be as fast as writing the "Three Character Classic". ”

"Next month, it's a bit rushed, but it's not too fast, you already have a draft, right?"

Fang Yun calmed down as usual and said, "Of course." I was young and dull, and I always wanted to find a shortcut to learn poetry, so I slowly summarized these rhyme battles, so I came up with those poems later, but only recently I had the idea of compiling a book. When I was young, I often thought about rhyme by the river, and I was misunderstood for being lazy, but now that I think about it, those grievances are nothing. ”

Fang Yun sweated in his heart, fortunately, that Fang Yun was a little stupid back then, and often went to the river to be in a daze and wanted to relieve the depression in his heart.

Those children who laughed at you are now afraid that they will regret it a lot, and when you soar, you can write the enlightenment by the river into your autobiography to warn future generations. ”

Fang Yun secretly said that this cow was blowing bigger and bigger, and it turned out to be a riverside enlightenment.

"Your Excellency, you have a good reputation, what else do I have to do when I file it?" Fang Yun asked.

"You sign your name on this manuscript, press your handprint, and you can go, I will give this manuscript to the Yuan Jun, and the manuscript at this level must be kept by him himself, and cannot be seen by other officials. I'll send you out, and then I'll go to Lord Yuanjun and ask him to send someone from the Torture Hall to seal your mouth. ”

The two of them walked out together, and Fang Yun asked, "Scholar Li also has a position in the Holy Academy, right?"

"Of course, he is a member of the 'War Palace', and he is the deputy head of the East China Sea of the Siren Courtyard, presiding over the daily affairs of the East China Sea Dragon Palace, and his status and real power in the Holy Court are even higher than that of Zuo Xiang. If Zuo Xiang happened to encounter a kraken invasion when he came to Jiangzhou, then Jian Meigong could command him. So no matter how much Jian Meigong scolds Zuo Xiang, Zuo Xiang can only endure it, unless Zuo Xiang becomes a great Confucian. ”

"No wonder. Fang Yundao.

"I hope you can become the next Jianmei Gong, not the minister of the country. Lord Yuanjun is about to return home, and I'm going to deal with this "Fox Rhyme". Master Zhou arched his hand.

"Farewell. Fang Yun arched his hand and walked out.

Fang Yun looked at the bustling passers-by in front of Wenyuan Street, stepped on the gravel road and walked slowly, letting Fang Da Niu drive the carriage behind him.

Bunwon Street at sunset has a different view.

Most of them are scholars here, some are alone, some are dragging their families, some are in groups, and most of them have relaxed smiles on their faces.

Some people come to the bookstore to buy "Holy Dao" and "Wenbao", some come to buy the four treasures of the study, some buy books, and even some people just come to shop and feel the atmosphere here.

The sounds of bargaining, shouting, whispering, and talking all kinds of voices filled this ancient street.

"The fragrance of ink accompanies the sound of books, and the city is also good. It is not those high-ranking officials and dignitaries who represent this world, nor are they wealthy families, but the literary academies, the streets of the literary courtyards, and this one person. ”

Fang Yun smiled indifferently, walked all the way out of Wenyuan Street, looked back at the sunset that was about to set, and stepped into the carriage.

After Fang Yun returned home, he discussed with Yang Yuhuan, Fang Daniu and Jiang Pozi about buying a new house.

The shopkeeper of Tang paid 10,000 taels of silver at a time, which is a really huge amount of money, even if the house price of Dayuan Mansion is much higher than that of Jixian, 10,000 taels of silver is enough to buy a set of three in and three out of a large courtyard in an ordinary area.

Fang Yun actually didn't want to buy too big a house, and he was satisfied with having his own study and small courtyard, but he wanted Yang Yuhuan to live better and eat better, and his increasing status did not allow his residence to be too simple.

Fang Yun asked Yang Yuhuan to find Mrs. Fang tomorrow, with Mrs. Fang, a native of Dayuan Mansion, there will be no problems in buying a house.

After dinner, Fang Yun continued to study hard, practiced calligraphy, did not slack off, and thought when he rested.

"If it is said that martial artists need to practice boxing, sparring and fighting with life and death to become stronger step by step, then we scholars continue to read books, keep writing scriptures and write poems is to practice boxing, to participate in poetry and literature is to learn, and using war poems is to fight life and death. The goals are different, the paths are different, but the efforts are the same!

"Hard work may not be successful, but there will be gains! If you don't work hard, you will have nothing!"

"Whether it's smart, talented, or wonderful, it's not the reason for success, but the reason for hard work!"

"Those who are gifted and work hard are the minds of the Terrans. ”

"And those who have nothing but still work hard are the backbone of the human race!"

"Choosing the right direction and working hard is the reason for success!"

With the continuous learning and understanding, Fang Yun's beliefs have become firmer, the Wengong has become stronger, and his talent has grown far faster than those muddy children.

It wasn't until four o'clock in the morning that Fang Yun fell asleep.

Fang Yun got up on time at six o'clock, and after breakfast, he first taught Yang Yuhuan to read and write, and then read and study in the company of slaves.

Fang Yun's residence was very quiet, but the Yan family, which was separated by dozens of streets, was different.

Early in the morning, the concierge of the Yan family, as usual, walked to the door in a daze, and before he could get closer, he was so smoked by a foul smell that he almost fainted.

When the gatehouse looked closely, a large amount of filth and urine flowed into the courtyard through the crack in the door, and the place near the courtyard wall was full of dead rats, rotting meat, and all kinds of filth.

The porter covered his nose and ran back, shouting, "Master, ma'am! Oh no! Something is wrong!"

After a while, all the people of the Yan family got up and hurriedly dealt with the stains in front of the door, and when they opened the door, they saw that there was no one standing outside the door, and the walls were painted with disgusting things.

"Who did it! Don't let me find out! Otherwise, I'll break your body into ten thousand pieces!" the roar of the Yan family elder echoed in the air.

Just after half past six, the relatives of the Yan family, headed by Mrs. Yan, gathered together, and walked to the Fang clan like yesterday.

They walked to a secluded place, and more than a dozen masked men rushed out, each with a sack, trapping all the Yan family members, punching and kicking them, and then quickly left, not forgetting to snatch the money from the Yan family before leaving.

At half past seven, Yan Dianguan slowly and leisurely held the hot small purple clay pot to the palace, he was just an ordinary talent, relying on his cousin's main family is a wang family, and he luckily became the real power of the nine products.

When he entered the palace, the guards greeted him as usual, and he smiled and nodded, enjoying the compliments of these people.

After walking a few steps, he happened to see the head catcher in Fucheng, and Yan Dianguan said with a smile: "Lao Pan, you are very energetic today?"

Pan Zhutou was as if he had seen a plague god, turned his head and left, and he couldn't see him at all.

Yan Dianzhi was puzzled, and when he saw Liu Ku, who had a good relationship on weekdays, he smiled and said, "Did something happen today?"

Liu Ku hesitated for a moment and said, "You hurry up and clear up the relationship with the Yan family, last night the old lady scolded the Lord of Futai, and the Lord of Futai just finished scolding the Yan family this morning." ”......

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