Jiang Bo witnessed it with his own eyes and had a deep understanding of it. But now, the literary dispute between Da Shang and Da Wen is raging, but the young master's side has always been calm, and his name has never appeared in the list of the Hall of Heroes.
Yes, this is not a coincidence. It can only mean that the master does not want the young master to appear in the Hall of Heroes.
Although Uncle Jiang is an old servant of the Chen family, the master has obviously made up his mind on this matter, and Uncle Jiang is also powerless.
Chen Shaojun could only sigh deeply, and the study room behind him also fell into a long silence.
The atmosphere is getting more and more tense, and more and more people are paying attention to this cultural event. Princes, generals, ministers, great merchants, nobles, and even the great merchant emperor are all paying attention to this matter.
At the same time, in the northwest of the palace, in the holy temple, several figures stood with their hands behind their hands, looking in the direction of the palace from a distance. Following the gazes of several people, at the end of their sight, it was the Hall of Heroes in the palace.
"Master Confucianism Master, tomorrow will be the literary and Taoist competition in the Hall of Heroes."
Suddenly, a voice came from behind, breaking the silence.
"Has the list been drawn up?"
In front, the elder at the head spoke.
"It's all been planned. Tomorrow they will all appear at the Hall of Heroes to compete with Liao Boya."
The great master behind him replied.
"Is the list of attendees still unchanged?"
The Confucian leader in front didn't even look back.
"No, it's still the same one that your Excellency asked about before."
Behind him, another great master said.
In front, the Confucian leader frowned slightly and pondered silently.
As the head of Confucianism, how could he not pay attention to the literary and moral struggle between the two empires of the Great Shang Dynasty and the Great Wen Kingdom? In fact, the entire Holy Temple paid unprecedented attention to this matter.
"Lord Confucian Leader, do you think our Shang Dynasty can win this cultural and moral competition?"
The Grand Master who spoke first spoke, looking a little worried.
For this literary competition, the Holy Temple and the imperial court have done their best to select the most outstanding disciples from each university sect, but even so, everyone is still a little uneasy.
The influence of this matter is so great that it has gone far beyond the scope of academic exchanges. The entire human world and almost all empires are paying attention to this matter, and the Human Emperor has also asked about it several times.
All in all, the Shang Dynasty could not afford to lose.
"It's difficult."
The Master of Confucianism stood with his hands behind his hands and only said two words, but these two words immediately made all the great masters present feel in their hearts.
Of all the people present, Master Confucianism has the highest attainment. The most important thing is that Master Confucianism is proficient in innate numerology. He has reached the point where he can tell the meaning of autumn when a leaf falls. Even Master Confucianism is not very optimistic about this time.
Literary struggle, that——
No one thought about it any further.
"With so many young disciples in our Great Shang Dynasty, so many great people, can they not compare to a mere Liao Boya?"
Everyone had mixed feelings in their hearts. Although they had already expected it, they still felt more complicated after receiving such a reply from Master Confucian.
"Is there no other way..."
A great master muttered to himself.
If it were anything else, that would be fine. With so many great masters of the Shang Dynasty present, I really wouldn’t be afraid. But this is a competition between the young people of the two countries. What is competing is the cultural heritage of the two countries. Even if their literary skills
No matter how high your attainments are, it is impossible to end up in trouble.
"Confucian leader, gentlemen, there is actually another way."
At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded, suddenly attracting everyone's attention:
"Although Liao Boya has outstanding talent, we in the Shang Dynasty may not have anyone who can defeat him."
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed, and they all looked over, showing expressions of concern.
"Brother Chen, what do you mean?"
"Everyone, do you still remember the astonishing literary energy rising into the sky in the west direction of the city not long ago?"
The great master surnamed Chen reminded.
Well, as soon as these words came out, everyone's body trembled slightly, and a few great masters' eyes burst out with dazzling light.
That was the essence of a great Confucian realm. How could anyone forget it? However, the identity of the owner of the essence is still in doubt. No one except the Confucian leader knows who the essence was at that time.
What's even more terrible is that, for some reason, even though the Confucian Master used innate numerology to calculate it, he has always kept silent, even to the few great masters around him.
No one knows why the Confucian leader is so secretive, but it is clear that the Confucian leader has his own considerations.
"Although I don't know the identity of that child, he should be a scholar of our Great Shang Dynasty. This can't be wrong, but I have read the list of the Hall of Heroes. All the names are familiar to you and me.
As for that child, he is not on the list."
The great master surnamed Chen said.
As soon as he finished speaking, all the other great masters in the holy temple turned their heads and looked at the Confucian leader in front of them.
"Although I am not sure that the child will definitely win, if we can let him participate in the literary competition in the Hall of Heroes, our chances of winning as a literary and artistic lineage of the Great Shang will obviously increase a lot."
The great master surnamed Chen continued.
The literary statement a few days ago left a deep impression on all of them, but obviously this matter still needs to be decided by the Confucian leader.
"Needless to say, I already know the identity of that child."
The Confucian leader said calmly, as if he already knew what everyone was thinking:
"But I don't want to add his name to the list of the Hall of Heroes. I have my own considerations. There are some things that are not timely yet and there is no point in forcing him. And if I force him to be added now, I'm afraid it will be tough and easy to break.
It is not conducive to his growth."
"ah!"
Everyone looked at each other, speechless.
No one doubts the words of the Confucian leader, but if the child is not allowed to join in now, who can check and balance Liao Boya, is it possible to just sit back and watch the Confucianism and Taoism of the entire Shang Dynasty collapse?
In front of him, the Confucian leader dressed in green sighed.
How could he not understand the priority of the matter, but this matter... at least requires his consent.
And there was one thing he didn't say. In that heavenly secret deduction, he also deduced something else.
In that child's lifeline, there is a crisis looming, and it is the kind of unimaginable danger. If it is too high-profile, it is a disaster rather than a blessing. I am afraid that the child will die halfway. It involves the saint's chapter and the literary lineage, which will last longer.
He also had to be careful about the more important secrets, and it was a desperate last resort at the moment.
Not to mention the reaction of the Confucian leaders and others at the Holy Temple, at the same time, the Hubu Yamen.
Although it was daytime, dozens of lights were lit inside the Hubu Yamen at the same time, illuminating the place clearly. Among the lights, one could see the mountains of memorials piled inside the Hubu Yamen.
Among the six departments of the imperial court, the Household Department involves the most official documents and is the most complicated. However, it is related to the people's livelihood, no matter how big or small, everything is of primary importance. No one from all the officials up and down in the Household Department dares to be careless.
In the blue sky and white sun, dozens of lights are on at the same time, just to see clearly and not make any mistakes.
But at this moment, in the Hubu Yamen, several civil servants looked at me and I looked at you. No one had the intention to correct the official documents. After a while, several people's eyes fell on the top of the Hubu Yamen, where the official was sitting at attention.
A figure like a mountain.
"What's wrong?"
Chen Zongxi’s loud voice sounded in the lobby:
"What are you two doing? Why are you distracted? Have you forgotten the rules of the Ministry of Household Affairs - Do not be distracted by the government affairs of the Ministry of Household Affairs!"
The imperial banquet was over, and there was no longer any need for him to receive the envoys from Dawen Kingdom. Chen Zongxi finally had a rare free time, and could safely correct the mountain of official documents accumulated by the Ministry of Revenue.
"Brother Chen, can you really calm down?"
"Confucius' birthday is approaching, and tomorrow will be the time for the literary and moral competition in the Hall of Heroes. Everyone in the entire court is paying attention to this matter. Only you can be so at ease and unfailingly correct the official documents. You really
Don’t you care at all?”
The two looked at each other and finally couldn't help but said.
Chen Zongxi was an upright man, and in his words he was on the right path. However, in the eyes of others, he was unkind, and the Ziju School had many enemies. There were many people in the seven major schools who did not want to see Chen Zongxi.
But this does not mean that Chen Zongxi has no friends and confidants both inside and outside the government.
After reaching a certain level of literary and Taoist cultivation, they actually don't care much about the difference between schools, not to mention that the two of them have known Chen Zongxi for decades. They met in the capital before they passed the national examination and became classmates.
Now that I have joined the household department, I am both a colleague and a friend.
After hearing what the two of them said, Chen Zongxi's pen that he was originally waving suddenly stopped, and his whole body froze, frowning slightly.
"What do you want to say?"
Chen Zongxi put the brush in his hand back into the pen holder and finally turned to look at the two of them.
The two of them pondered for a moment and walked over together.
"Zong Xi, have you heard? Just today, the young man Liao Boya from Dawen State took the initiative to find Zhang Xu, a disciple of Sun Confucianism. You should have guessed the final result. Zhang Xu lost.
Moreover, he lost so completely that he was totally devastated, as if he was suffering from a serious illness."
"You should also know Zhang Xu's talent. We once gave you his articles to read, and you praised him for his poetic talent. The Sun School also attaches great importance to him. Several great masters of the Sun School
I said a long time ago that he can become a master in the future."
"It's really worrying that such talents have lost to that Liao Boya!"
The two people's worries were palpable.
"I have known about this matter for a long time, but it is beyond the scope of your and my abilities, and there is nothing we can do about it. No matter how worried we are, there is nothing we can do about it."
Chen Zongxi said calmly.
This is a contest between the younger generation, and no grandmaster or grandmaster can intervene in it, not even him.
"Brother Chen——"
The two of them were about to speak but stopped.
"What on earth do you want to say?"
Chen Zongxi raised his head and looked at the two of them, his frown deepening.
I have known these two for so long, and this is the first time I have seen them so hesitant.