"Brother Chen, I heard that in court, you repeatedly insisted that your son be crossed off the list of heroes in the Hall of Heroes. Why should Brother Chen be so stubborn? Isn't this just a violation of the past?"
"Brother Chen will know the current situation. Liao Boya of the Great Wen Kingdom is almost unique. It is embarrassing to say that there are thousands of scholars in the Great Shang Dynasty, but no one can compare with him."
The two pondered for a long time and finally revealed their purpose:
"Both of us don't know what happened at Brother Chen's home, so Brother Chen repeatedly blocked it, but that child's talent is obvious to everyone."
"The Deer Park Poetry Society was presided over by the Queen Mother herself. The child was unparalleled in eloquence and talent. He sang a poem about plum blossoms that soared to the sky. The plum blossoms all over the city bloomed one after another. Even the plum blossom goddess was alarmed and appeared in person, not to mention him.
The song "Smoke Locks the Willows in the Pond" made everyone in the court not admire it."
"He has such talent, why does Brother Chen keep suppressing and blocking him? Now is the critical moment for the literary and moral competition, why doesn't Brother Chen let that kid come out and give it a try?"
"Is this what you two are doing?"
Chen Zongxi's face darkened.
"If this is the case, you two should just go back together. This is a family matter of my Chen family, so I won't worry about you. Besides, the child is not as good as you say."
Even Chen Zongxi did not expect that these two people were actually lobbyists for Chen Shaojun.
"Brother Chen is pedantic!"
"Since ancient times, relatives have always been avoided when promoting talents. You are the father of that child. Not only do you not help him, you also set up obstacles everywhere. Do you really want his talent to be humiliated?"
"Family matters are trivial. Brother Zong Xi has always been diligent and has repeatedly advocated putting state affairs first. Let me ask you, in this literary and moral struggle, what will be the consequences if I, the great businessman, lose? By then, the emperor will be humiliated, the great businessman will be humiliated, and the entire business will be humiliated.
The Confucian and Taoist lineage is equally humiliated, regardless of whether it is a Confucian leader, a great master, or ordinary scholars. Although your Zi Ju school has the smallest number of people, with only you and your son, it still belongs to the Confucian and Taoist lineage."
"Brother Chen, you often say that a minister should share the worries of the king and the country. Do you really want to disregard the country for your own selfishness? Aren't you afraid that the Qunying Palace will lose in the literary and Taoist competition, which will harm your son Ju's school?
Are all generations of teachers and teachers also humiliated?"
The two said in a deep voice.
Chen Zongxi sat upright, unmoved, and remained unmoved. However, when he heard the last sentence, his expression suddenly changed slightly.
Although the two of them were exaggerating, their last sentence was not wrong. If there was a literary competition this time, the entire Shang Dynasty had gathered so many young talents, but in the end they still lost to Liao Boya alone. At that time, not only
This has brought shame to the country, including everyone from the eight major sects, as well as the teachers of each sect for generations.
This is also the reason why this incident caused such a big stir in the Shang Dynasty.
Respecting teachers and teaching is the foundation of human nature!
Even if Chen Zongxi is selfless, upright, and rigid, he would never want to involve his teacher.
"You praise him too much. He doesn't have this ability."
Chen Zongxi was silent for a moment and then said, still unmoved.
"The great righteousness is at hand, so why not let him give it a try?"
The two said.
For this cultural competition, everyone has tried their best and tried every means, and the same is true for the two of them. And judging from the talent shown by the child, he will never lag behind anyone. If he is even
He is not qualified to attend the gathering in the Hall of Heroes, who else is qualified?
"Let me think about it again."
Chen Zongxi closed his eyes slightly. Although he still did not agree, his expression softened a lot and was no longer as insistent as before.
In the dimension that the two of them could not see, ripples also appeared in Chen Zongxi's heart.
After all, their words had some effect.
…
Time flew by, and a day passed in the blink of an eye. Finally, it was the day of Kong Xing's birthday, and it was also the time for the Hall of Heroes to compete.
"clang!"
When a clear and clear bell came from the depths of the palace, it vibrated throughout the entire capital. At that moment, everything seemed to revive, and the atmosphere of the entire capital suddenly changed.
Wow, everywhere in the capital, in the streets and alleys, countless figures surged out like a tidal wave. Although it was still early and it was not yet time for the banquet at the Hall of Heroes, the number of figures on the streets was several times more than before.
"It's begun, it's finally begun!"
"This is an important confrontation between the orthodox and the branch. The imperial court must not lose."
"The bell has sounded, and our most talented young scholars are about to set off. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
"Let me see, let me see!"
…
The crowd was noisy.
At this moment, in the west corner of the city, the wooden door opened, and a weak-looking scholar stepped across the threshold and walked out. He had a weak temperament and a pale face. He looked as if he had not seen the sun all year round, and was slightly sick.
, but despite this, his hair and clothes were taken care of meticulously, and he looked as if he was going to an important gathering.
"Sir, be careful!"
The book boy and the old servant behind him looked worried.
The young master has always paid no attention to worldly affairs and only reads books from saints and sages. He rarely even goes out of his room. However, the young master had to go to the recent competition in the Hall of Heroes.
"I'm fine, prepare your horse."
The weak scholar said calmly.
A carriage soon stopped outside the door. The scholar boarded the carriage and headed towards the capital amidst the sound of wheels.
Behind him, a window opened. Behind the window was a middle-aged Confucian in his forties. The Confucian looked at the afterimage of the carriage leaving with complicated eyes and sighed deeply.
"I have been studying the scriptures for more than ten years, but I never thought that in the end we would have to rely on a child to stand up for us."
The middle-aged Confucian looked bitter and muttered to himself.
When he said these words, he was not only a great Confucian of the Meng family, his teacher, but also a father.
"Kid, everything that follows depends entirely on you!"
The middle-aged Confucian murmured.
…
The sight moved to other directions. At this moment, looking down from the sky, people from all over the capital were bidding farewell to their teachers. There were countless young talents starting from various places.
Looking eastward, on Xuanwu Street, a four-story restaurant with eaves and brackets stands majestically.
The railings of the restaurant were crowded with people one after another. Countless people had bright eyes and poked their heads out from the railings to look outside.
On both sides of the street, there were even more people, as dense as a tide.
Xuanwu Street is the only way to the imperial palace, and most of the scholars who enter the Hall of Heroes must pass through this place.
With the wind and wheels rolling, horse-drawn carriages were driving from various parts of the capital to the palace, and the dense crowds on both sides had bright eyes and stretched out their heads to look.
"Come on, come on! Look, the one at the front is a talented Confucian scholar from the Zhongliang School of our school. He was literate at the age of three, wrote poetry at the age of six, and wrote an article at the age of seven that can turn his words into haze."
"Ah, look, isn't that the child prodigy Zhang Muyang from ten years ago? Ten years ago, he became famous in the capital. Everyone in the capital knew it. Now, ten years later, his cultivation is far better than that of back then.
, I’m afraid it’s at least the level of a great Confucian!”
"Isn't that Zhang Ze? He's actually here. Three years ago, he won the first place in the Luyuan Poetry Club, and his articles were recognized by all the great masters!"
"The pen fell in the storm, and the poem became the weeping ghosts and gods. Unexpectedly, even Yan Lu from the Yan family came. This gathering of the Hall of Heroes is truly a gathering of heroes and geniuses!"
…
Everyone was so excited, especially the scholars and scholars among the crowd.
The masters come first. In normal times, it is difficult to see any of these talented scholars. Most of them are buried in their files, so it is rare to see them. However, now because of the literary and moral competition in the Hall of Heroes, all the great Shang Dynasty
The elites all gather here.
Not only the capital, but also a considerable number of people came from local and state capitals. This was truly an unprecedented cultural event.
At the same time, in another place not far away, another figure was also looking at this lively scene.
"You are just a chicken and a dog. After all, it is difficult to compare with me. When you get to the Hall of Heroes, I will show you what it means not to bully young people. I, Wang Xiaonian, am the real number one in Confucianism and Taoism! Whether it is Liao Boya or
All of you will crawl at my feet."
The boy who spoke was only eight or nine years old, but his words were old-fashioned. Who else was Wang Xiaonian if he wasn't a child prodigy?
At this time, Wang Xiaonian was riding a green bull backwards, chewing a green apple in his mouth, and he looked full of ambition.
"Xiaoqing, let's go, let's go to the palace and the Hall of Heroes too!"
Wang Xiaonian patted Qingniu on his crotch.
"Moo!"
The green cow shook its head and responded excitedly.
However, before the man and the cow had run very far, suddenly—
boom!
Just in the north of the capital, the earth suddenly shook, and several majestic spirits rose into the sky from the direction of the holy temple. Countless ancient texts and scriptures emerged from the spirits.
, faintly echoing with the whole world.
Wang Xiaonian was shocked, and he raised his head subconsciously. Following the direction of the spirits, he saw deep in the sky, above the sky, at a latitude that ordinary people's eyes could not see, a milky-white, extremely yang-like light.
The long river passes faintly above the capital.
The long river exudes a vast, ancient and everlasting atmosphere.
The mighty river!
Wang Xiaonian just glanced at it, and suddenly his whole body was shaken. It was clear that someone broke through the bottleneck at this time, went to the holy temple, received the Confucianism and Taoism certificate, transformed his literary spirit into awe-inspiring righteousness, and was promoted to the rank of Confucianism and Taoism.
And judging from the other person's energy, he is definitely a young man no more than twenty years old.
Wang Xiaonian never expected that besides himself, there would be someone as talented as himself who would become a great Confucian like himself at this time.
"How come there are so many great scholars?"
Wang Xiaonian's face darkened a lot. No one liked the feeling of having to share with others the heights that were clearly exclusive to him.
Moreover, when did the great Confucians become like cabbages?
Boom, at this moment, another stream of literary energy shot up into the sky. In just such a moment, more people seemed to have completed the transformation from literary energy to awe-inspiring righteousness in the temple.