Xiao Feng couldn't help but look at him twice. He was a great master. Although Xiao Feng's history knowledge was not very good, he was still familiar with this name.
However, the great master is only twenty-four years old at the moment. Even his teacher Xu Jie has not survived, and he has not yet reached the stage of arrogance. I heard that this year he wrote a letter to Jiajing and wrote "On Current Affairs".
It's a pity that this thick memorial had to go through Yan Song first. Yan Song read a few words and cursed: "You are a kid with a yellow mouth and you are talking nonsense." He threw it into the wastebasket. Zhang Juzheng never wrote a memorial again.
In front of his concubine honestly.
Xiao Feng thought about it, it would be a good thing if he could convince such a great man and let him do things for him, so he corrected his attitude and answered Zhang Juzheng's question.
"You also said that there is no escape from the truth. In this case, I will reason with you. You said that I abandoned literature and followed Taoism because I was not talented enough. What kind of truth is this? Do talented people have to leave?
The road to the imperial examination? If you don’t take the road to the imperial examination, you have no talent? In this way, anyone who fails to pass the imperial examination has no talent. Are you looking down on the heroes of the world so much?"
Zhang Juzheng's momentum was weaker. Although he was also a great talent in Jinbang High School, he had read poetry and books and knew that there were countless talented people among the people. He unconscionably said that those who did not take the imperial examination or failed the imperial examination had no talent.
I really don’t have the shame to say it.
However, Zhang Juzheng is not an ordinary person after all. He immediately responded: "There are no absolutes in everything, but in today's prosperous age, all the great talents in the world regard scientific examination as the right way. If Mr. Xiao can explain why he refuses to do scientific examination, and his words are reasonable, then it will be reasonable."
Yes. If you can’t say it, isn’t that just using strong words?”
Xiao Feng secretly praised this person for his careful thinking and not to be fooled, but how can the research on debate in later generations be compared to that of the ancients? Not to mention those famous sophistry cases were ruined in class, Xiao Feng himself was also in college
Can anyone who has participated in a debate competition be afraid of Zhang Juzheng hundreds of years ago?
"Excuse me, Zhengfang... Well, Zhang Juzhengfang's point of view is that if I have talent but refuse to take part in the imperial examination, then I should give a suitable reason, right?"
Zhang Juzheng felt that Xiao Feng's words sounded strange, but he could still understand them, so he nodded: "Not bad."
"That is to say, I can either explain the reasons or prove that I am talented. You can choose the same thing, right?"
This was a bit of a change of concept, but judging from everyone's demands, it wasn't wrong, so Zhang Juzheng agreed again: "Not bad."
Xiao Feng smiled. He didn't want to be a copywriter, but this task was too urgent. Even if he could write it with his own talent, he might not be able to impress everyone with his skills, so he had to lose some moral integrity first.
He stood up from the bamboo chair. Because he still had a knife in his hand, the group of scholars were so frightened that they all took a step back. Only Zhang Juzheng remained motionless. Xiao Feng thrust the knife into the ground and walked slowly, following his steps.
Walking around, one step at a time, chanting slowly.
"Everyone in the world knows that gods and immortals are good, but they can never forget their fame! Where are the generals of ancient and modern times? The pile of grass in the deserted tomb is gone.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but gold and silver can never be forgotten! In the end, I only regret that there is not much to gather, and when the time comes, my eyes will close.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only my beautiful wife cannot forget them! I expressed my kindness to you on your birthday, but you will go with others after your death.
Everyone in the world knows that gods are good, but only children and grandchildren cannot forget them! Since ancient times, there have been many infatuated parents, but who has ever seen filial children and grandchildren?"
After reciting, Xiao Feng returned to the bamboo chair, sat down, closed his eyes and rested his mind, completely ignoring other people's expressions and gazes.
For a time, all the scholars present had a feeling that life is like a dream. Yes, life has been hard work for hundreds of years, and for what? It seems that it is all in vain in the end. Could it be said that people envy the gods because they have no
Are these worries? In this case, practicing Taoism does not seem to be a bad thing.
Everyone's momentum was suppressed to the extreme by this "Good Song", and they even felt that they understood Jiajing a little. So what if he becomes the emperor, in the future it will not be "a pile of grass in the barren grave". Jiajing refuses to see his wife and children now, why?
Is it to avoid hurt feelings in the future?
Zhang Juzheng was also in a trance, feeling that things in life were just like this. Just like today, he led a group of people to besiege Xiao Feng with high spirits. So what if he won or lost? But after all, he is a peerless genius with a heart as strong as iron. As soon as Fang noticed it, he immediately became vigilant.
, we can’t follow Xiao Feng’s advice!
He raised his voice and said: "Mr. Xiao, is this a poem? Is it words? Or music? Although the meaning is good, it seems a bit random. If you talk about the heart, Mr. Xiao has it. If you talk about the talent, it seems that it is not enough to prove it.
"
Xiao Feng opened his eyes slightly and imitated "senior brother" Jiajing's appearance. He looked at Zhang Juzheng for a while and said calmly: "This is a song. Taoists like to chant, so they use songs to express their ambitions. If you feel that your literary talent is not enough,
You can also write an annotation for this song."
Zhang Juzheng said in his heart, I believe you, you are a ghost. This song is natural, and the meaning is already vivid and vivid. Even if I ask myself to make an annotation at this moment, I can only say it back and forth in Cha Lulu's words. It is meaningless. You can make an annotation in an instant.
, you also have great literary talent, do you really think you are a god?
But at this time, he was expecting Xiao Feng to make a fool of himself, so naturally he would not stop him with words. Instead, he smiled and said: "If Mr. Xiao can annotate this song, it will prove that he has extraordinary literary talent. Naturally, no one will doubt that Mr. Xiao is not talented enough.
Wen has cultivated the Tao."
Xiao Feng closed his eyes again: "That's hard to say. You people are so talkative. Even if I do it, if you insist that it's not good, who in the world can argue with you Hanlin students and so many scholars in the capital."
Zhang Juzheng looked around and said proudly: "How can we, the scholars, confuse right and wrong and speak out of conscience? Don't worry, Mr. Xiao, everything must be judged by the public!" He spoke decisively and with awe-inspiring righteousness. The people around him echoed in unison, with an astonishing momentum.
Xiao Feng secretly laughed in his heart. If the records of later generations are correct, you and your teacher Xu Jie have the same virtues and are capable officials in governing the world, but their private virtues are average and corrupt. However, in this kind of dynastic society, we cannot criticize harshly with modern concepts.
, you have to look at the problem from the perspective of ordinary people's survival.
Xiao Feng stopped talking nonsense and didn't open his eyes. He sat on the bamboo chair with a "Xiao Feng paralysis" and tried hard to recall the tone of dubbing in the TV series. Every word, the tone was plain and ethereal.
“The humble house was empty, but in those days the bed was full of wats; the grass and poplars were withering, but it was once a singing and dancing place.
Spider silk is covered with carved beams, and green gauze is now stuck on the canopy windows.
How can one say that the fat on the hair is thick and the powder is fragrant, but the hair on the temples turns to frost again?
Yesterday there were bones in the loess; tonight there are mandarin ducks under the red light tent.
A box full of gold, a box full of silver, a beggar with an open eye is slandered by everyone. I am sighing that others will not live long, but I know that I will be mourned when I return!
If you train well, you can't guarantee that you will be a strong leader in the future. If you choose a good job, who can hope to live in the fireworks alley?
Because I thought the gauze hat was too small, I had to carry the shackles; yesterday I was sorry for the coldness of my torn coat, but now I think the purple python is too long: I will appear on the stage after you sing, and I will think that this foreign country is my hometown.
How ridiculous, in the end you are just making wedding clothes for others!"
After finishing the annotation, everything was quiet. Even the cicadas on the trees were startled by the silence and stopped chattering. The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the wind, which seemed particularly ethereal in this summer afternoon.
Miss Wang, who was standing behind the wall, shed two lines of tears unknowingly on her face. She didn't know why she was crying. Is it because her father had a career full of ups and downs and worked diligently to solve cases, but at such a young age he could only be a junior promotion official? Or was it?
Because of his own maid, he was sold into slavery by his parents at a young age?
For a moment, she didn't know what she was thinking about. She only had one thought that was extremely clear: Master Qiaoqiao, what kind of person is Mr. Xiao in this yard? What kind of person did he go through at the age of seventeen or eighteen to be able to write this?
Publish such a song and such annotations?
Hearing that the Xiao family was under siege, Zhang Tianci came with his people to help, but was squeezed outside the yard and could not rush in. Thinking of his ups and downs over the years, his ups and downs over the years, being full of friends when he was prosperous, being proud of himself, and being looked down upon by everyone when he was bankrupt, he would think
I was bullied so much that I couldn't help but burst into tears.
Zhang Yunqing, who ran out with Zhang Tianci regardless of his mother's obstruction, no longer cared about taking care of his father. He just stood on tiptoes with bright eyes, hoping to see the man singing in the courtyard over the crowd.
After a long time, Zhang Juzheng bent down and bowed deeply, and said seriously: "After today, if anyone says that Mr. Xiao has no talent and dares not take scientific examinations, so he abandoned literature and practiced Taoism, Zhang Juzheng will be the first to say no!"