Longevity from Liao Zhai

Chapter 200 My cleverness

Qianzhou City.

Because Chen Chao recited the four lines of Hengqu, Meng Jiusheng had the idea of ​​accepting a disciple again.

Just take advantage of the popularity, who knows, it might even be recorded in history books in the future.

But what Meng Jiusheng didn't expect was that the four sentences of Hengqu were not written by Chen Chao, but by Zhou Ping!

"The person who wrote this poem is Zhou Ping from Qinghe County!" Chen Chao said.

After Chen Chao finished speaking, everyone had different reactions.

A group of scholars.

"Zhou Ping? Who is Zhou Ping?"

"Yes, I didn't expect this poem to come from Qinghe County!"

"Qinghe County has become famous."

"I never thought that someone in such a small county like Qinghe could write such a poem."

"I remember now, the moonlight before the bed is also from Qinghe County."

"Not only that, there is also Spring River Moon Night which comes from Qinghe County."

The scholars said one after another.

Chen Chao said loudly: "You are right, Quiet Night Thoughts and Moonlit Night on a Spring River were also written by Zhou Ping!"

"Quiet Night Thoughts" is very famous, because everyone knows that this poem was written for a girl named "Ming Yue" from the Jiaofangsi.

As for Spring River Moon Night, it has spread all over the country in the past few months.

It’s just that the audience of “Spring River Moon Night” is scholars, and ordinary people cannot understand this poem.

"I can't believe there are such people in the world."

"Among the young generation today, I would like to call him the second."

"Second, who is first?"

"Of course it's Fan Shiyi!"

"You are wrong. Master Fan once said that he is not as good as Zhou Ping."

"really?"

"Of course it's true!"

The scholars began to argue about who was the number one among the younger generation of Confucianists.

The subject of the dispute fell on Fan Shiyi and Zhou Ping.

Fan Shiyi became famous very early, but Zhou Ping was not well-known. His poems were famous but he himself was not.

"Fan Shiyi is already a third-rank official, there's no need for him to compete with us, the younger generation." Meng Hetang coughed and said.

Meng Hetang's views were recognized by most people.

"Yes, Master Fan is already a third-rank official. He can live for hundreds of years."

"Yes, the third rank is not within the scope of discussion. Let's not talk about him anymore."

"Then if Master Fan doesn't belong to our generation, then Zhou Ping is naturally number one."

"Yes, if that's the case, Zhou Ping should be the number one among our young generation of Confucianists!"

The scholars finally decided that Zhou Ping was the best of the younger generation in Wei!
Uncrowned king!

Meng Hetang was slightly delighted. This was his little thought.

Since we can't beat No. 1, let No. 1 skip a grade and go to college! Fan Shiyi, don't play with us anymore.

Fan Shiyi is gone and Zhou Ping is here, so Meng Hetang is still second!

My cleverness! Meng Hetang breathed a sigh of relief. This self-proclaimed second place was finally saved.

Meng Jiusheng looked unhappy. After all this time, it turned out that Zhou Ping wrote this poem.

Meng Jiusheng glanced in the direction of the capital: "Brother Fan, you really have a keen eye!"

At this time, in the Kyoto Academy.

In an underground palace, Emperor Jing stood with his hands behind his back, and next to him was Fan Zhongfu.

In the middle of the underground palace, there is a huge sand table, on which is a map of the Wei Dynasty and models of thousands of counties.

The largest city is Kyoto.

The entire formation radiated a milky white light, with Kyoto's light being the brightest.

At this moment, the model of Qianzhou City suddenly emitted a bright white light.

Along with the sudden increase of white light, a burst of black gas emanated from the model of Kyoto.

However, as soon as this black gas appeared, it was dissipated by the white gas of the formation.

"Hey, Fan Ru, the literary spirit of our Great Wei seems to have grown a bit." Emperor Jing said, looking in the direction of Qianzhou City.

Fan Zhongfu nodded slightly: "Recently, a poem called "Spring River, Flowers, Moonlight Night" was spread from Qianzhou City. I think it is this poem that has boosted the literary spirit of the Wei Dynasty."

Emperor Jing nodded slightly and said: "This poem is good, the writing is gorgeous, and it is full of profound ideas. I heard that this person got the status of a student because of this poem."

Emperor Jingdi paused and said, "Based on this poem alone, he is only a student, which is a waste of his talent. I want to let him enter the capital and give him the status of a minor official. What do you think, Fan Ru?"

Fan Zhongfu thought for a moment and shook his head slightly: "More than a year ago, I sent Eleven to check this person's character. If his character is good, I will accept him as my disciple. He is now a disciple of the academy."

"Writing poetry is not something that should be done in the capital. If he were to become an official, it might ruin his talent for poetry." Fan Zhongfu went on to say, "Let him travel the world."

Emperor Jing continued, "Recently, the literary spirit of the Wei Dynasty has recovered a little with the help of Fan Ru, but it is not as good as before. Is it because Buddhism has divided the fortune of Confucianism? Does Fan Ru have any solution?"

Fan Zhongfu hesitated for a long time and didn't speak.

Emperor Jingdi has ignored state affairs for many years. The government is controlled by a few treacherous ministers, the officialdom is in chaos, and the people are living in misery. This is the root cause of the decline of literary spirit.

However, the identity of the academy was very awkward. It enjoyed support from the imperial court but did not have the right to participate in politics.

Fan Zhongfu said, "Buddhism can also deal with evil spirits. It is better to let the national teacher suppress the evil eye. I think even if the Confucianism declines, it will not have much impact."

When Emperor Jing heard what Fan Zhongfu said, he then stood with his hands behind his back and faced Fan Zhongfu, with no expression on his face.

"Meng Ru should give more resources to that kid from Qianzhou City and prevent him from getting into trouble. If he is alive, he might be able to bring more surprises to the literary spirit of the Wei Dynasty."

"I heard that he is an escort, and escorts are very dangerous. He seems to have offended some important people. Meng Ru, you have to be more careful. Be careful not to let him die."

After Emperor Jingdi finished speaking, Fan Zhongfu's face changed slightly.

Fan Zhongfu knew that Emperor Jing must have a reason for what he said.

Did Zhou Ping offend someone in Qianzhou County?
No, I still have to go to Qianzhou County!

Qianzhou City.

With the publication of Hengqu Four Sentences, the Scholars Conference in Zhaixing Tower was suddenly pushed to its peak.

Meng Jiusheng was obviously unhappy because he missed another opportunity to go down in history.

"Chen Chao, you have good character, and you came here with this poem. Even if you have no merit, you have worked hard. After this incident, you and several scholars in Qinghe County can enter the academy to study." Meng Jiusheng said slowly.

Chen Chao and the two scholars beside him looked at each other, all with ecstasy on their faces.

Not everyone can enter the academy in Qianzhou County.

Those who could enter the academy were either extremely rich or extremely talented.

"Thank you, Meng Ru!"

Chen Chao and the two scholars beside him said in unison. The three of them were very grateful to Meng Meng Jiusheng, but they were more grateful to Zhou Ping.

If they hadn't gone to see Zhou Ping before leaving, how could they have had such an opportunity.

And on the top of the Star-Picking Tower.

Fan Shiyi was very excited. She said to the governor Zhao: "Governor, I have something else to do. I will not attend this banquet."

After Fan Shiyi finished speaking, he turned and left to the astonishment of Meng Jiusheng and Zhao Junshou.

Meng Jiusheng didn't expect that Fan Shiyi would be so disrespectful to the governor of Zhao County.

Zhao Jun Shou didn't expect that Fan Shiyi, who had just entered the third rank, would be so arrogant! I am a frontier official!
If she were the old Fan Shiyi, she would give face to Lord Zhao and wait slowly until the banquet was over.

But now, firstly, her identity has changed, and secondly, she finds it really boring.

Fan Shiyi's status is already a third-rank! With a third-rank status, even Emperor Jing has to respect her.

Secondly, Fan Shiyi missed Zhou Ping.

In Fan Shiyi's opinion, the tens of thousands of scholars present were not as interesting as Zhou Ping alone!
Zhou Ping, I'm here to see you.

(End of this chapter)