The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 368: There is neither wind nor rain
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March twenty-sixth! ,
This day is the second day of the Wu Dynasty Hanling Temple Cultural Festival!
It was such a day that should have been an ordinary day, but it was recorded in the history of the Wu Dynasty with great colors. Of course, this day was also recorded in the annals of world history!
The Emperor Wu Changfeng of the Wu Dynasty announced the identity of Fu Xiaoguan to all officials in the morning meeting. This small landowner in Linjiang, who was originally born and raised more than three thousand miles away, became a fourth-grade Taizhong doctor in the Yu Dynasty , admonishing the doctor, because of Emperor Wen's words, he suddenly transformed into the son of Emperor Wen of the Wu Dynasty!
The heated debate in the court, after the Empress Dowager Wu arrived, and some light words confirmed Fu Xiaoguan's identity, and also laid a solid foundation for Fu Xiaoguan's upcoming entry into the East Palace.
For such a fact, even though hundreds of officials still had countless grievances in their hearts, they had to admit this reality - Emperor Wen only had two sons left, and the original prince Wu Gan was killed on this day. He deposed the crown prince and was demoted to Prince Ning. He left Guanyun City, the center of power, and went to Changning County.
The prince could only fall on the head of his illegitimate son.
Some people are not worthy of Mrs. Xiao, but her self-righteous operation has made her married clothes for Fu Xiaoguan.
Some people are also worried that after Fu Xiaoguan takes over the East Palace, the temple may be shaken several times.
Of course, some people don't take it seriously, thinking that with Fu Xiaoguan's talent, he will lead the Wu Dynasty in the future, and it will be even more brilliant in the future.
Fu Xiaoguan, who is in Hanling Temple, and everyone here does not know about all this at this moment.
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Because of this cultural gathering, Hanling Temple was closed for three days. The cultural gathering was held in the Big Buddha Square in the back mountain. The front mountain where Hanling Temple is located seemed extremely quiet.
None of the bustling pilgrims in the past could come up. The incense and paper money that were burning in front of the Buddhist halls in the past have long been extinguished. Only the ever-bright lamps in front of the Buddha are still on, and only a few pillars of incense wax in front of the Buddha are still on. Burning.
Fu Xiaoguan handed in the paper in a shorter time than yesterday. He had nothing to do, so he led a group of people to Qianshan - because Yu Wenyun and Dong Shulan said that there was no Buddha in the Yu Dynasty, since they came here , go and pay homage to the Buddha.
Of course, Fu Xiaoguan had no objection to worshiping Buddha. It was a kind of spiritual belief, but what he didn't expect was that Hanling Temple was too big, and their group was not familiar with the roads here, let alone worshiping Buddha. What are the rules, so it took a lot of time to worship all the way.
At this moment, in the Erxue upstairs, none of the nine great scholars could speak after seeing those ugly and difficult-to-read poems.
No praise, no comments.
No words can praise such poetry.
As for the people who wrote such poems, they are not qualified to comment on them.
After a long time, the silence here was broken by a heavy sigh from Zhongshan, the Minister of Guanli Hall.
"There is no need to continue this literary meeting..."
Old Master Du stroked the goatee on his chin, nodded slightly, and sighed, "I went and walked around the square. More than a thousand students were still thinking hard, but no one had written yet. But Fu Xiaoguan has already written three questions. Completed, and...I really sympathize with those young people. They are still at the foot of the mountain, saying that they want to climb to the top of the mountain and look down at Fu Xiaoguan, haha..."
He laughed at himself and shook his head, "But I don't know that Fu Xiaoguan is not only at the top of the mountain, but also in the clouds. Not to mention catching up, even looking up, I'm afraid it's hard to catch him!"
Even Mrs. Mei, who had been protecting the students of the Wu Dynasty, did not say a word of defense at this moment.
He had a lonely look on his face, thinking that this was roughly the pinnacle of Wen, the son of Tiancheng, and that no student in the world could surpass him.
No matter how picky he was about those five poems, not only could he find no fault with them, but he also benefited a lot from them every time he read them. Therefore, he had to be convinced by Fu Xiaoguan's talent!
Master Zhuang, the dean of Lishan Academy, his eyes lit up at this moment. He did not speak, but took out a pen and paper, and carefully copied these five poems on five pieces of paper.
Wen Xingzhou was a little surprised and asked: "What did Dean Zhuang do...?"
These five poems will definitely be sung all over the world and will soon become familiar to people all over the world. What is the point of copying them?
Old Master Zhuang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Everyone, Fu Xiaoguan will leave the Wu Dynasty after the Queen Mother's birthday. I don't know when he will come back next time, let alone whether you or I are dead. So I will stay here for a while. I went to Fu Xiaoguan and asked him to put his name on the poem that I copied, frame it and hang it in the study room - this is the signature poem of the world's greatest literary master, and it can be passed down to future generations!"
As soon as these words came out, the other eight great scholars suddenly woke up. The so-called calligraphy treasures were probably like this.
So the eight old men became enthusiastic and went to get pens, ink, paper and inkstones. Wen Xingzhou thought about it, he smiled and went to the second floor.
The paper on these three floors is too small. He needs to find bigger paper, write a larger calligraphy, and hang it in the nave!
When Wen Xingzhou spread this huge piece of paper on the table, the other eight scholars became uneasy. What the hell, why do you want the characters of Wen Laofu to be bigger?
Old Master Zhuang was the first to run to the second floor, and then the seven old men ran to the second floor, as if they were afraid that there would be no such large paper!
Wen Xingzhou took a large pen as thick as a fist, dipped it in ink, let his mood agitate, and wrote:
"Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest"
It was February 26, the ninth year of the Xuanli calendar. It was raining in the border town. The rain gear went first. Everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't notice it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word.
Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest, why not scream and walk slowly.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid?
I can live my whole life under the misty rain.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back to the bleak place where I was, going back,
There is no rain or shine.
This is Wen Xingzhou's character. This character is majestic and majestic.
This is Fu Xiaoguan's word, this word is free and easy and freehand!
Such words, and such words, coupled with Fu Xiaoguan’s name... Wen Xingzhou smiled with satisfaction. These five poems, these five bat words, are unique in the world, and are hard to find even if they are worth ten thousand dollars!
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Nine scholars in the Boxue Building are copying five of Fu Xiaoguan's poems. At this moment, Fu Xiaoguan and his party of six are worshiping Buddha in Hanling Temple.
"No, this seems to be the Earth Bodhisattva. Why do you worship him?"
"Of course the reason for worshiping him is to protect the fields of you, a small landowner, from having a good harvest."
"...This seems to be a gift to Guanyin. If you worship now, is it too early?"
The second daughter blushed and glared at Fu Xiaoguan, but they never thought that Su Su would also come forward and bow down.
"What do you mean by that?"
Su Su's pink face turned red. She took a piece of silver from her sleeve pocket and threw it into the merit box. She said lightly: "I want to have a baby too!"
"...!"