Fang Yingwu stood outside the door, but Mr. Wang Shu and Mr. Shi in the hall were talking, so he didn't pay attention to the outside for a while.
Fang Yingwu quickly dodged aside and left the sight of the people in the room. The servant who led him here felt that Fang Yingwu was suddenly sneaking around and felt confused.
Fang Yingwu carefully considered it in his mind and found that he had two options at the moment. One was to leave and avoid meeting Mr. Shi; the other was to just go in like this.
Even if you want to go in, there are two options. One is to expose Mr. Shi in person for colluding with outsiders to commit fraud. This is what passionate young people should do. But who knows whether Wang Shu knew about this? The worst consequence is that Wang Shu was originally
Informed or acquiescent...
The second is to turn a blind eye and just pretend that nothing happened. This is the approach of a cowardly person who is afraid of getting into trouble. It will make Mr. Shi look down on him or make him wary.
Just like a multi-line game, each option will bring unpredictable consequences, and it is really difficult to decide how to choose. It is not that Fang Yingwu has difficulty choosing, but he lacks understanding of all aspects of the situation, so he hesitates.
Before understanding the situation, it was better to be cautious. Fang Yingwu turned around and walked towards the door without hesitation. The servant trotted to follow Fang Yingwu and asked doubtfully: "My master is waiting, why does Master Fang want to leave?"
Fang Yingwu replied without looking back: "Go and tell the prince, I suddenly felt ashamed and decided to leave right now!"
The servant was still confused, but he couldn't forcefully stop him, so he had to let Fang Yingwu go. He hurried to the hall and reported to the elder: "Master Fang said he felt guilty. He suddenly left again!
"
When Wang Shu heard this, he smiled at Mr. Shi next to him and said: "When this young man asked to see me, he probably wanted to figure out the joints of the provincial examination. But halfway through, he realized that cheating was inappropriate and violated the justice of a gentleman. That's why he said that he had something in his heart.
ashamed."
Mr. Shi didn't know that Wang Shu's cheap grandson was the young man he saw outside the Yimen just now. He laughed a few times and praised: "Young people can reflect on themselves and realize that they can correct their mistakes. There is no great virtue."
When Fang Yingwu returned to his apartment, it was already getting late, and he had a rest all night without talking. The next day, when it was getting dark, he heard someone calling the door outside. Wang Ying, who was guarding the wing, went to open the courtyard door, only to find that
The person is Xiang Chengxian, Mr. Xiang.
Xiang Chengxian came to call Fang Yingwu, and naturally he wanted to attend the gathering of the West Lake Poetry Society. It was agreed during the banquet the day before yesterday that they would meet outside Qiantang Gate early this morning. Fang Yingwu yawned and followed Xiang Chengxian out.
The door.
Mr. Xiang chatted casually: "The night before, I saw that what you said was so transparent and full of contempt. I thought you didn't intend to use it as a background for people to cheer you up today."
Fang Yingwu asked back: "If someone wants to eat, drink, and play, why don't you go? There's nothing to do, and it's good to broaden your horizons."
The two walked through the streets and alleys and came out of Qiantang Gate. They saw several servants guiding them. When they found the place according to the guidance, about ten people were already on the lake embankment.
The introducer Mr. Fu Jiru whom he met that night was also there. After Fang Yingwu followed Xiang Chengxian up to say hello, he walked around by himself and admired the morning view of the West Lake.
When he returned to the crowd, he saw that the person in charge, Zhou Yuan, who was the host at the banquet the night before, was already talking to the crowd. "The reason why we gathered early today is to pay homage to Wu Mu Temple first.
To demonstrate the meaning of gathering, we are loyal and loyal. Afterwards, we boarded the painted boat from the foot of Qixia Mountain and then took a leisurely tour."
Fang Yingwu was surprised by this. Wumu Temple is the famous Yuefei Temple in West Lake. It's not that he doesn't respect the martyrs, but shouldn't gathering and visiting the lake belong to the time of wine, beauty, poetry, and singing? There are actually still
The arrangement of going to the temple first was a bit confusing.
The place where everyone gathered was on the east coast, while Wu Mu Temple was in the northwest. Then a group of people got on the big boat and left the shore to the west.
Fang Yingwu hugged his knees and sat near the bow of the boat. He looked around leisurely and contentedly, taking a few glances at the White Causeway and the Broken Bridge from a distance.
Zhou Yuan sat in the middle and, as the person in charge, gave a speech to the scholars attending the gathering. His tone was quite generous: "We scholars should advocate the economic development of the world and take the world as our own responsibility. We should not be an old man looking for chapters and excerpts."
An insect. A gathering should not be limited to just praising the loyal and promoting the good, criticizing the evil and evil, ridiculing the ills of the times, and discussing..."
Very exciting, very just, very generous. If I hadn't noticed it during the night banquet the day before yesterday, and today was the first time I saw Zhou Yuan, Fang Yingwu might have cheered and applauded Zhou's friend a few times.
The scholars here are all celebrities from all over the world, and naturally they all have the ambition to cultivate Qi Zhiping. Zhou Yuan's words are quite inspiring, and there are many people who applaud him.
But Fang Yingwu murmured in his heart that he was different from others. He had hundreds of years of experience, and of course his feelings were different. Zhou Yuan's words should not appear in ordinary literati gatherings.
Nowadays, the world has been at peace for a long time, and the people are prosperous. The long-standing evils are not as serious as those in the Jiajing and Wanli years of later generations. Correspondingly, the gatherings of literati pay attention to meeting friends through literature and discussing poetry and classics. It can be said to be purely literary.
There are not many instances of criticizing current ills.
In other words, the tone of Zhouyuan reminds Fang Yingwu of Donglin Fushe more than a hundred years later. Only the party society of that period would flaunt politics.
Dong Lin, of course Fang Yingwu knew what the essence of Fushe was. So when he heard Zhou Yuan's righteous tone, he didn't admire him like others, but felt a little mocking. This leader surnamed Zhou has too much desire.
, a good gathering, deliberately talking about politics as if it were a tiger's skin...
At this time, Shao Chen, who was judged by Fang Yingwu to be the rising star of the West Lake Poetry Society, also spoke up and followed the latter Zhou Yuan in a three-minute speech. His meaning was similar to that of Zhou Yuan, but with a few more points.
Quoting from scriptures was obviously well-prepared, which caused another wave of applause.
"Okay!" Fang Yingwu seemed to be very excited and slapped the cabin board hard. There was a muffled "dong" sound, which attracted many people to look at him.
Fang Yingwu stood up excitedly and said loudly to everyone in the cabin: "You two are right, I deeply agree with you and think it makes perfect sense!
What Brother Zhou said is indeed thought-provoking. It should be noted that today's temples are dim and evil is prevalent. When I was in the capital, I heard the saying that three pavilions were made of paper and six ministers were made of clay. It is very true! At this time, how can we scholars?
Can you bury your head in reading and ignore what is going on outside the window?
Let’s talk about the first assistant to Wan’an. He had the courage to flatter his superiors. He sat on a plain diet and sat back and watched the imperial court being corrupted but did not dare to express any sarcasm! Let’s talk about the time when he assisted Liu Jue. He was headstrong and self-willed. He fought for power and gain. He talked a lot but had no real plan. He appeared to be a gentleman but was actually unworthy!
There is the prime minister and assistant Liu Ji, known as Liu Mianmian, who is selfish but not public-minded, has no integrity and no principles!"
Originally, the boat was quite lively. These twenty or so people were celebrities from all over the world. They rarely had the opportunity to gather together. They were chatting with each other and discussing classics.
But suddenly, the various noises became smaller and smaller, and finally became quiet. Everyone closed their mouths and looked at Fang Yingwu who was standing on the bow of the ship with dumbfounded eyes - this person was too dare to speak.
Already.
The style of scholars these days is relatively simple. Although they have begun to be impetuous, they have not yet fully evolved into the aggressive style that a hundred years later will not dare to scold anyone except their ancestors and parents...
Zhou Yuan's face looked uncomfortable. If he was also a time traveler from the 21st century, he would definitely say "fuck you!"
He was just shouting slogans to increase his appeal. Where did this ignorant kid come from and actually start giving advice?
This person just wanted to scold the imperial court. After all, the imperial court was not a human being, but he actually singled out the prime ministers one by one to scold them, and he scolded them in such detail that they could be counted as treasures...
He just wants to form gangs, develop local associations, and become the uncrowned king of Zhejiang and Hangzhou, instead of asking for trouble as an opposition party! If this spreads, what if it drags him down as an organizer?
The scholars in the boat were all smart people, and many of them immediately grasped a key point - why did this man comment so deeply and vividly on the ministers and ministers in the cabinet far away in the capital when he was so young? It made people feel as if they had experienced it all.
I couldn't help but believe it. In the eyes of everyone, the halo around Fang Yingwu seemed mysterious.
Fang Yingwu took a breath and continued: "After talking about the three pavilions made of paper, let's talk about the six ministers made of clay..." But Shao Chen, who had spoken before, suddenly interrupted him and asked: "This
What’s your friend’s last name?”
"This is Chun'an Fang Yingwu, who studied under Shang Xianggong." Xiang Chengxian and Yourong Yan introduced Fang Yingwu. If Fang Yingwu hadn't told him before, he would have even given Fang Yingwu other words such as "my father."
Fang Qingzhi" and other details were told.
Everyone nodded in surprise, and looked at him with admiration. It turned out that he was the disciple of Sanyuan Prime Minister and Assistant Shang Xianggong. He was indeed a man of extraordinary knowledge, and he scolded Fang Qiu, a very imposing figure.
Fu Jiru, who was sitting with Xiang Chengxian, smiled bitterly and whispered to Xiang Chengxian: "This friend Fang can really steal the limelight."
Xiang Chengxian explained sincerely: "It's not that Brother Fang Xian will steal the limelight. It's actually his talent that is so fierce that he can't hide it at all. He is very different from ordinary people. Everyone in our county knows it. As time goes by, you will naturally know it."
Just know it.”
After Fang Yingwu opened his mouth, Zhou Yuan stopped talking about politics. For a while, the boat was much quieter. People were whispering in small groups, and it was no longer a big scene with high spirits. Fang Yingwu also became a small core.
, many people talked around him and exchanged name cards.
I don't know how long it took to arrive at the foot of Qixia Mountain. Everyone abandoned their boats and stepped ashore to enter the Wu Mu Temple. Fang Yingwu stood in front of King Yue's tomb and looked around. At this time, there were no pig iron statues of traitors in front of the tomb.
He fell into deep thought and considered whether he should take the initiative to donate some money, cast statues of Qin Hui and others, kneel in front of the tomb, and write the couplet that has been passed down through the ages: "Green mountains are fortunate to bury loyal bones, and white iron casts innocent people into sycophants"? This can be considered
Just leave your name in history by taking a ride on Yue Wumu...
Xiang Chengxian poked Fang Yingwu, pulling Fang Daxiucai out of his reverie of speculating on making a name for himself in history, "You guys have started reciting poems and writing lyrics, and they are going to be included in today's anthology. Why are you still in a daze?"
Fang Yingwu woke up with a start, quickly got a pen and paper from the accompanying servant, and lay down on the desk to write.