Chapter 40 If heaven had not given birth to me, Xu Qingxiao, Confucianism and Taoism would be like a long night
This day.
The whole of Wei Jing was in a state of excitement.
Just because of a unique poem, it spread throughout the Wei Dynasty.
The most lively part was the Duke's Mansion. Basically all the Dukes of Wei laughed heartily today, and then even ordered their servants to hold a banquet to entertain other friends.
The four major academies also caused a burst of noise. The poem "Man Jiang Hong" was immediately observed and discussed by many students in the four major academies.
There are endless debates, but no one thinks there is a problem with this poem. All the disputes are just about who wrote the poem and who it was written for.
But soon the peaceful Wei Kyoto became noisy again.
It was a fight between several great princes.
The common people didn't know what was going on. These princes had experienced hundreds of battles and used force to conquer others. If they could solve the problem with their fists, they would not solve it with their words.
According to rumors, the reason why several major principalities were fighting was precisely because of this quatrain.
These princes all thought that the song Manjianghong was composed for them. They were dissatisfied with each other and criticized each other. Once they exposed their shortcomings, they couldn't control their tempers and started fighting with each other.
The most shocking thing is that someone ran to break up the fight, but a fight also broke out.
All in all, Kyoto was completely boiling that day, with shouts and curses rising and falling, and even the older generation started fighting, and the younger generation also started fighting.
That's what martial artists are like, fighting is the best way to resolve disputes.
at this time.
Inside the palace of the Wei Dynasty.
In the magnificent Yangxin Palace.
A dragon-luan is placed among them.
Golden gauze covered the dragon's head, and the hall was extremely spacious.
A very beautiful woman knelt down and bowed down with great respect.
In the gauze, only some outlines can be seen vaguely.
Exquisite and curvy, standing tall, a pair of beautiful legs can be vaguely seen through the gauze.
But what is really amazing is not the exquisite figure, but the momentum. Standing there, it is intimidating.
This is the Empress of Wei.
The most amazing woman in the world.
She stood under the dragon lantern, a piece of white paper floating in front of her.
"Your Majesty, this song has been introduced to the capital. The seven princes held a big banquet because of this song. They all thought that this song was written for them."
"But the kindness of the seven princes to each other caused trouble. Just now the spies came to report, and the seven princes fought with each other, and several of the princes' descendants also started fighting."
"There are also some princes who have joined in. I hope your majesty will come forward to stop the fight."
The beautiful woman kneeling below slowly spoke, her voice was extremely pleasant.
"It is normal for an eternal term to cause fights between princes and princes."
"However, as you are the princes of the country, fighting with each other will ultimately bring disgrace to the court."
"Wan'er, please draft a decree for me. Regarding the dispute over terms, I will ask the author himself when he comes to Kyoto."
"A brawl at the foot of the imperial city is an insult to the state, and you will be punished by yourself. Those above the count will be exempted from punishment. Others who participate in the brawl will receive seventy military sticks or be fined three months' salary."
The empress' voice was a little ethereal, and she spoke slowly, spreading throughout the hall.
"Wan'er obeys the order."
The woman kowtows.
Then he continued to speak.
"Your Majesty, there is also some news from the four major academies. Several great scholars are full of praise for this term. It can be favored by civil servants and military generals at the same time. Should such a person be summoned to Kyoto in advance to serve your Majesty?"
she asked.
"Need not."
"All great talents in the world are arrogant, so it would be a bad idea to recruit them proactively."
"Furthermore, a person who can write such a poem is probably the one who will lead the attack. Nowadays, the disputes in the court are already fierce. If such a person is recruited, the situation will be even more unstable."
"If we continue the Northern Expedition, it will damage the foundation of the Wei Dynasty. Let everything take its course. I also warn others not to have any ideas about this person. Everything will be as it is."
"Moreover, various government trials are coming soon, which is a big event."
The empress' voice sounded, very calm, but it meant determination.
"Yes, Wan'er knows."
Wan'er, who was kneeling on the ground, nodded. As the empress' personal female officer, she knew many things, especially the situation in the court.
Since His Majesty ascended the throne, the court has been advocating another Northern Expedition, but the national treasury is empty. Emperor Wu made seven Northern Expeditions and defeated the Wei Dynasty. People who are not in charge do not know that firewood, rice, oil and salt are expensive.
Now if another great talent comes and demands the Northern Expedition, the situation will only get worse.
Let nature take its course is the best way.
She didn't say anything more and retreated slowly.
at this time.
In the main hall.
The Empress of Wei's eyes fell on the white paper again.
Manjianghong's quatrains came into view.
But soon the white paper burned itself on fire and disappeared into smoke.
"The Northern Expedition is a group of warriors who only know how to attack but don't know how to keep a low profile."
"This is such a big country, there is no need to spend money. The treasury is empty. I don't even have the money to build a palace, and I still have to fight for it."
"Father, if you have a soul in heaven, please send me a capable minister who can make money. If this continues, I will only become a foolish king."
The empress's heartbeat rang out, and then she took out an ancient book with great helplessness.
The ancient book clearly writes the words "his mind is connected".
Half an hour later.
A decree came from the palace, stopping the chaos in the capital.
The major princes were cursing and resting at home, while others had no good fruits to eat.
The choice between a salary or a military stick is fine, even for counts and above. Those without titles will just go and lead the military stick.
Salaries are low these days. As nobles, they don't have much silver, especially some of the sons of princes, and they don't have much silver as envoys.
A fine? A fine is impossible. I would rather be beaten with a military stick than never been beaten.
There is no way, Da Wei is like this now, short of money, top and bottom are short of money.
But no matter what, the dispute settled down.
Just like that, several days passed in the blink of an eye.
One year in Wuchang.
April 7th.
There are less than three days left before the prefectural examination.
But this cannot stop the enthusiasm of Xu Qingxiao's admirers.
There have been many people in Bailu Academy these days, all wanting to catch a glimpse of Xu Qingxiao's face and see who this person is.
It's a pity that Xu Qingxiao has almost turned into a bookworm in the past few days, reading books in the library.
Moreover, I heard that Xu Qingxiao reads all kinds of books. The library of Bailu Academy has three floors and contains 70,000 volumes. Xu Qingxiao has already read all the books on the first and second floors.
I am reading a book on the third floor now.
Everyone can understand this kind of reading speed. After all, Xu Qingxiao has developed a photographic memory and can memorize all books by just scanning them once.
As for the three masters, they would come and wait every day.
The more Xu Qingxiao reads seriously, the more they like Xu Qingxiao.
Perhaps this is the weirdness of scholars.
Different.
Chenshi.
In the library.
Xu Qingxiao's expression became a little excited.
I have read tens of thousands of books in the past few days, firstly to understand the reading, and secondly to understand the situation in the world, but the most important thing is to understand the Chinese palace in my mind.
Now Xu Qingxiao finally found some clues.
The book in his hand is called Shengju Zhu.
Similar to the Daily Notes, it records the daily life of the great sage and some of his remarks.
Xu Qingxiao doesn’t know if it’s true or false.
However, the "Heaven and Earth Wenggong" is recorded in it, but it is not detailed enough and is briefly mentioned.
What excited Xu Qingxiao was that one thing was mentioned above.
Disciples of the saints.
The first generation of Literary Sage, also known as the Great Sage, had seven extremely outstanding disciples.
But they all died in the darkest age.
These seven disciples are all semi-saints, and one of them is extremely handsome, talented, and has the qualifications to become a saint.
But that era was too dark, so this disciple used his body to seal away the demons and save the common people.
Handsome in appearance, unparalleled in talent, disciple of a saint.
In addition to the unparalleled talent, the other two points above are consistent with the people of Nawen Palace.
Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao quickly flipped through the books. After finding no other clues, she flipped through other books.
Two hours later.
Xu Qingxiao found some clues again.
‘Chaoge’
The name of the great disciple of the saint.
[Chao Ge, the first disciple of the Great Sage, the stars trembled when he was born, there was fairy music in the sky, the purple energy came from the east, he composed poems at the age of three, his quatrains at the age of five, he became famous in the world at the age of ten, he made up his mind at the age of twenty, and he was twenty-five years old.
He became a great Confucian and later became a disciple of a saint and became his first disciple]
[Becoming a semi-saint at the age of thirty is an unprecedented move. However, when the world is in chaos with great demons, the semi-saint will sacrifice himself to seal the peerless demon, and future generations will repair his holy image.]
[This is recorded in ancient books, and later generations Wang Botong consulted it]
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There are very few records about the deeds of the saint's disciples.
Through these few days of reading, Xu Qingxiao also understood a lot of things.
The so-called Dark Age is so far away that it would take thousands of years to measure it, so it is not completely certain whether there is such a period of history.
The only thing that is certain is that there are traces of the Great Sage in the world.
But that period of history is too long, and there are still many rumors about the Great Sage, but there are very few disciples.
That era was too dark, all kinds of books were destroyed, and the human race was almost exterminated. It is reasonable that there are no written records.
Moreover, there are many books that are fabricated and written by later generations. They are fine for talking about after tea, but they are somewhat less up to date than the real ones.
But Xu Qingxiao believed the content.
Because the Heaven and Earth Palace in my mind happens to have seven statues, and the characteristics of the two are very consistent.
"The Great Saint's First Disciple."
"Fortunately, I didn't go overboard."
"This time I found a treasure."
At this moment, Xu Qingxiao couldn't bear the excitement in her heart.
I have the help of the first disciple of the first saint in the world, but I am still afraid of a mere magical species?
Thinking of this, Xu Qingxiao couldn't help but put down the book in her hand.
After reading for several days, I am indeed a little tired.
Xu Qingxiao glanced at the sky outside.
It's noon.
I haven't eaten, drank or slept for several days, and I feel a little tired, but the most important thing is that I'm hungry.
Walking out towards the library, Xu Qingxiao was in a happy mood.
Knowing the identity of the handsome man, I basically have no worries anymore.
I'm in a good mood.
excellent.
It was so good that when Xu Qingxiao walked out of the library and bathed in the first ray of sunshine, she couldn't help but stretch a lot.
He couldn't help but speak.
"If heaven had not given birth to me, it would have been a clear night, and Confucianism and Taoism would be like a long night."
Xu Qingxiao's voice was not loud, and her tone was more confident.