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Confucian interpretation of scriptures is just like Buddhist teachings. Interpretation of scriptures is not reading scriptures, nor is it a saying of scriptures. It is not something that cannot be done by great scholars. The poor scholar in front of His Royal Highness, who dares to speak three or four things about Yao Bai, a great scholar in Neo-Confucianism who is famous for interpreting scriptures. This is a very deviant thing.

As for the so-called posthumous title Wen Zheng's ambition was even more shocking. Even the old worshipper of Yangzhou, Yu Jiankang, only hoped that Wen Zhong would have a great blessing. After the heroes competed for the destiny in the spring and autumn, they had clear regulations on the posthumous titles of their subordinates. The civil servants regarded Wen Zheng as the leader, but this posthumous title had been suspended for a hundred years. Wen Zhen followed closely behind, and the court and the people regarded him as the bag of the chief assistant Zhang Julu, followed by Zhongduan and Kang Yi, and others. Since Wen Zheng did not dare to expect it, Wen Zhong became the most enthusiastic Five-Stone San for all the princes and top civil officials in the dynasty. In today's world, the number of posthumous titles and the magnitude of the noble family is undoubtedly an extremely important standard. How dare ordinary scholars say that they should be posthumous titles of Wen Zheng when they die, and even madmen.

Once exposed, if it is a small matter, it is a misconduct. To put it in a big way, it may be imprisonment. The scholar felt very distressed when he fell into the water with a book "Four Classics and Chapters" and was obviously from a poor family. His thoughts were revealed by outsiders. The scholar looked flustered and fleeting, and soon he continued to lower his head to eat the half-icy watermelon. After Xu Fengnian talked about it through his thoughts, he did not gain power and was unforgivable. Instead, he was aroused by the posthumous title. The posthumous title of civil officials was of course, and the merits of military generals were no exception. They were relatively few in combination with the word Wu, but there were also many eighteen characters, so there was a saying that a real man should be posthumous titled Eighteen. The first nine were Yi Ning Jing Ping Xiang Jing Min Su. It was rumored that the general Gu Jiantang had already appointed the posthumous title of Wu Jing, and Yi Lie Ning three posthumous title was still a huge suspense.

Military officers are not as good as civil officials, and their posthumous titles are often lower. Generally speaking, the top nine are great - glory, which is related to the despised generals in the aristocratic rule. Of course, if military generals can posthumous titles with literary characters, they will be even more honorable, and this is only favored by military officers from wealthy families. For example, Tangxi sword immortal Lu Baijie can enter the official position, and the posthumous title may not be able to take the lead in writing after his death. Xu Xiao has always been not very concerned about this. He always said that it is enough to have a decent posthumous posthumous title in the third generation. No matter how favored the court officials were at that time, how much credit was achieved by the court, it is not an exception to be the posthumous title after his death.

Xu Fengnian was stunned and woke up by a cheer in Baoguo Temple. It must be that the debate between kings and tyrants had begun. The words of a famous scholar of Qingliu were praised. There was a Qushui Liushang in the temple. The famous scholars sat around the corridor along the water. The wine glass drifted to whom? A beautiful maid was responsible for picking up the wine glass and handing it over to the discerning scholar. After drinking it, they could express their feelings. If it arouses resonance and gets applauded, they could drink it again. If it is a general, they would punish themselves for three cups. Once someone stood up to refute, the loser would have to leave. Jiangnan Road praised Qingshi. No Qingshi is not an ever-winning general on such a battlefield. Someone recorded the number of people who left the court. Lu Xuanlang of Huting Lu family, 62 people left the court, and he has not been withdrawn by anyone. He has firmly lived in Qingshi. The other two, who were ranked among the top three famous scholars, but who had never lost, attended the debate between Lu Xuanlang, who was in charge of the king and domineering position in Baoguo Temple today. It is a rare event. One of them was Yuan Jiangyan, who had a total of more than 100 people left the stage. He was hailed as the number one in Jiangzuo. He liked to be stalwart and was elegant and elegant. The other was Yin Daolin, a monk from Baoguo Temple. The Shilin was honored as the monk. If he didn't say anything, he would be shocking. His two battles with Liu Yan and Lu Xuanlang that year, the battle between "The Wonderful Elephant of See the Shape" and "The Four Books of Talents" were both in Baoguo Temple. It can be said that Baoguo Temple can become a sacred place for Qingtan Talk in Jiangnan. In addition to the beautiful scenery, he took advantage of thousands of peonies including Wei Zi, Yao Huang, and was even more owed to this old monk with a very good reputation and first-class reputation.

After finishing eating the watermelon, Xu Fengnian asked, "Do you want to participate in this debate? I heard that as long as you win a few, it is more useful than getting a good fortune in the exam."

The scholar who only bit a few mouthfuls of watermelon smiled and shook his head, saying self-deprecatingly: "I was lucky enough to participate once, and I was kicked out after just a few words. I don't know if I won or lost, but I should have lost. The Yuan scholar who debated with me will probably be recorded to leave the market alone."

After a while, Xu Fengnian Guang caught a glimpse of the female crown prince Xu Hui rushing out of Baoguo Temple, walked straight forward, turned a blind eye, just looking at the scholar in front of him, and smiled and said, "Isn't this a reasonable thing? I guess you're sitting alone during the debate, right?"

The Taoist nun who approached said, "Your Highness is wrong this time."

Xu Fengnian said suddenly, "Is Sister Xu brought it in?"

Taoist nun Xu Hui nodded with a smile and explained: "Young Master Zhang is full of knowledge, especially good at the debate between kings and dominances, and is unique ingenious. He once asked me to explain the interests of military and political affairs to Xu Gong, referred to as "Sushishuo", which was praised by the general as unconventional and difficult."

Xu Fengnian said in surprise. During lunch, he chatted with his elder sister Xu Zhihu about Xu Huipu's family background. The Gumu Xu family regarded General Longxiang Xu Gong as the pillar of the family. This general who was both good at military and political affairs was from a noble family. He was in charge of military affairs in the three states of Jiangnan Road. He was quite stunning in reforms and rectified the administration of officials. He had a lot of praise and criticism. Xu Xiao had a good reputation for this person. Since Xu Xiao, who was recognized as a high-minded person, he was naturally a very powerful character. As for the six memorials in Yangzhou, even Xu Huipu might not believe it when he said it. Xu Xiao had one in his study and had personally circled it. He had even swearing about how to consolidate border defense and solve the huge financial scarcity. This was what Xu Fengnian saw with his own eyes, and his weight was beyond doubt.

On the way to Huting County, he asked Lu Qiuer to get one, but he didn't expect that the work of the poor scholar in front of him was a poor scholar. He just didn't know why Mr. Zhang was related to Xu Huipu. The relationship between a wealthy woman and a poor man is just a beautiful plot in the novel of a talented man and a beautiful woman. Especially in Jiangnan Road, where the family is deeply rooted in Jiangnan Road, it is even more unrealistic. This is probably the root cause of Wang Dongxiang's "Snow in the Head Field" being particularly popular in Jiangnan Road. At the banquet, Xu Zhihuzhi

When it comes to the grudges and hatreds between Xu Huipu, Lu Baijie and Lu Yu and Xu's families, it is obviously impossible for this female crown to be fed with a poor scholar, which makes Xu Fengnian even more curious. Could it be that this scholar is really a talented man who governs the country? He is from a poor family in the market but has a high-level vision, but it is really rare. Xu Xiao's right-hand man Zhao Guangling and the "yin talent" Li Yishan were not considered poor scholars, but were from a serious aristocratic family.

Xu Fengnian was about to politely greet him, but found that Tangxi Sword Immortal was also appearing. Xu Huipu immediately sank his face and turned a blind eye. Lu Baijie smiled bitterly. When the poor scholar saw this Lu Linlang Seven Jades, he did not bow down, and seemed to be no stranger. He took the initiative to bow, but just held his nephew's courtesy. This kind of arrogance was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was like a god. What kind of immortal character is Tangxi Sword Immortal? What kind of character is you, an unknown young man? You dare not retreat or avoid, and you are not afraid of tainting Mr. Lu Qi's eyes? And Lu Baijie seemed to have a very blue eye to the scholar, and hesitated for a while and said, "Say a few words to you."

Xu Hui sneered: "Mr. Lu Qi has avoided suspicion for so many years, why did he make an exception today?"

Xu Fengnian and the scholar of the sacred scholar turned their heads automatically, and tacitly made up their minds not to see or listen. The couple who caused the uproar in Jiangnan was in a stalemate. In the end, the female crown prince Xu Hui was defeated and walked along the clean and uninhabited wall of Baoguo Temple with Lu Baijie. Before leaving, Xu Hui did not forget to say goodbye to the prince, and then told the scholar that she might as well go to the temple to debate. She had already told Baoguo Temple that no one would stop him. So there were only three people left by the spring. The scholar named Zhang frowned slightly, and Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "My surname is Xu, the name of Dianxia, ​​the name of the sword box, what is the name of the sword box?"

The poor scholar smiled and said, "The dictionary cannot be chanted in the box, yes, a good name."

Princess Pei Nanwei, who was covered with a gauze, couldn't help but take a blank look.

Xu Fengnian asked, "Since I have permission, I won't go in and listen to the debate? What about me, I'm a fool. Since Sister Xu said that you are good at learning and want to benefit from it, I'll sit with you."

The scholar asked back, "When sitting with me, isn't the young master afraid of being laughed at by scholars and celebrities?"

Xu Fengnian smiled strangely and did not answer. Instead, she turned around and asked Princess Pei: "Tell me, am I afraid?"

Princess Jing'an, who suffered a lot along the way, dared not take the question as a wind in her ears, and said in a cold tone: "Don't be afraid."

Xu Fengnian was satisfied and looked at the poor scholar with a smile. The latter sighed, nodded, put down the watermelon she had eaten, picked up the "Four Classics and Chapters" exposed on the ground, and put it carefully in her sleeve. The three walked out of the shade of ancient pines and walked towards Baoguo Temple. Xu Fengnian was in the middle, Princess Jing'an was on the left and the poor scholar was on the right, and there were differences one after another. The three left, and Xu Fengnian saw a little girl wandering under the wall trotting to the edge of the spring. Previously, because he was there, this yellow-faced and thin beggar-like child did not dare to go forward to enjoy the coolness, so he hid in the corner of the wall. After the three left, they finally raised their courage. She went to the spring under the tree, lifted the two halves of the watermelon and placed it on the stone by the spring, but accidentally looked at Xu Fengnian, who turned his head,

The little girl in ragged clothes turned pale and quickly put the watermelon back to her original place. Seeing that the wealthy and grand young master was not angry, she squatted under the tree timidly. The scholar was afraid that the aristocratic "scholar" who was familiar with Tangxi Sword Immortal and Xu Huipu would be unhappy. She said softly: "This child is a poor person. He begged for a living and depends on a paralyzed grandfather. If it weren't for her, the old man would have been able to survive last winter. I taught her some words and could get some tricks when begging. Alas, it must be her grandfather who was sick again, otherwise she would not come to Baoguo Temple to pick up copper coins. She didn't dare to pick up too many times. She just had a few copper plates and could buy half a basket of steamed buns, but it was her and her grandfather who had eaten for several days. As for the watermelon..."

Xu Fengnian said expressionlessly: "After sliced ​​the watermelon peel, you can stir-fry it as a dish."

The poor scholar was stunned and nodded, "Yes."

It must have been the first time that Princess Jing'an heard that watermelon rinds can be cooked, so she subconsciously glanced at the little girl.

The debate between the kings and tyrants of the Kingdom Temple attracted many Jiangnan Taoist priests. Those who were qualified to participate in the grand occasion had already entered the temple to sit in the temple, and many ordinary scholars who had not had enough experience and reputation were joined in to join in the fun and could only wander outside the temple. The underworld of the Wolong Pineapple is a Feng Shui treasure land. It was originally occupied by Xu Fengnian. His prince, who was a domineering and arrogant playboy who didn't need to speak, was obviously a master who was not easy to get close to. In addition, he was walking out of the temple, and the scholars outside the temple had to stand far away, and they were more pointing at the "maid" who couldn't see clearly but had a charming figure. It was so beautiful.

In this world, when wealthy families travel, they usually look at people and horses. As for the famous scholars, they look at the beautiful women and relatives around them. The female-chan Taoist nun who came from high schools is the first, and like Xu Huipu, it is hard to come by. Next, famous prostitutes with good temperament are ranked first, and the young maids in their homes are second, the more numerous they are, the more they show their identities. The Xuan Tan Magazine on Jiangnan Road, such as Yuan Jiangyan of Boqian, once had a great feat of bringing nearly a hundred boys and girls on their trip. Finally, Xu Fengnian made a vacant position, and several pairs of young men with luxurious clothes were Qian.

Jin immediately went up to enjoy the cool air. The little beggar who rolled up his trousers and bent over to pick up money in the spring pool was undoubtedly annoying. A triangular young man sneered and stretched out his feet to kick the watermelon into the spring. It splashed countless waters. The little beggar who was soaked was trembling. He didn't dare to pick up copper plates and wanted to dodge. He walked in the water and accidentally threw himself into the spring, causing a burst of laughter. After a thick makeup, a gentry woman with gloating and laughed, she screamed and scolded: "Little bastard, who asked you to come here to pick up money for wishes? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by the monk in the temple?!"

The spring pool was surrounded by these rich and chubby children who were enjoying the cool air. The little beggar had nowhere to hide, so he could only stand in the spring water, lowered his head with red eyes and said, "The temple said that as long as you pick up a few copper coins every time, it would not be a big deal."

The woman shouted, "How dare you talk back?"

She was angry that there was no outsider anyway, so she was too lazy to pretend to be a lady from a famous family. She picked up the stone on the ground and smashed it hard. The little beggar could dodge for a while. The woman didn't hit her and was a little angry when she couldn't enter the temple. This made her even more annoyed. She picked up an egg-sized stone and smiled gloomyly: "You dare to hide, and if you hide again, you will break your legs!"

She threw it hard and hit the little beggar's chest, making a thump. The men and women around her clapped and praised them with a correct head. The little girl's thin body as a bamboo pole could not bear such tossing. She shook her face and looked painful, but she still dared not hide. She stood in the water and said in a crying voice: "I will never dare to pick it up again, nor will I dare to!"

The young woman sneered and picked up a few more stones and distributed them to her friends. It is better to have fun alone than to have fun. She is preparing to play a game similar to the bamboo arrow throwing pot. Jiangnan Dao's elites have always had the custom of playing the elegant song to throw pots. Many famous scholars are good at blind throwing on the screen and sitting back and throwing back. General Longxiong Xu Gong can even fill a pot with more than a hundred bamboo arrows, and finally present a picture of clusters of arrows like an arrow forest. This throwing pot is the evolution of "shooting" in the six arts of gentlemen. It is very popular in Jiangnan Dao. However, today the bamboo arrow was replaced with stones, and the pot pot turned into a little beggar. In the eyes of the young master, it is also similar to the master's daughter. Those who get the stones are eager to try and aim there. It seems that they don't care whether the little beggar's body can hold on for a few strokes. For Jiangnan Daozi, killing a small beggar who is begging to death is a thing.

The poor scholar who had already stepped into the threshold of Baoguo Temple with one foot and claimed the crime, turned around and ran away, angrily saying, "Stop!"

After roaring, the playboys were stunned, but they were just stunned. Then they looked at each other and laughed and ignored them. The two impatient young men increased their strength and threw stones at the little beggar in the water. One hit the chest and the other hit the arm. The little beggar bit his lip and did not dare to make a sound. He just squatted in the cold spring water that was knee-length and curled up. Where is the heart of human beings colder than water? But the little beggar who was in extreme pain still squeezed out his pale smile and said to the poor scholar who stood up: "Brother Zhang, it's okay, hit it a few times, it won't hurt."

No pain.

Can it not hurt?

Facing the poor scholar who was so arrogant as Lu Baijie and Xu Huipu, who could still jump into the water, he didn't care whether he would wet the classics in his sleeves, protected the little beggar, and looked at the group of men and women who had relied on their family for their whole life to have food and clothing. The more sorrow he was more than death.

He doesn't even question.

The arrogant woman who started the culprit said with disdain and condescendingly: "Where are you from the poor pigs and dogs?"

At this time, a mellow voice came from behind the children of the gentry, "This prince came from Beiliang."

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