[039] Re-opening the education of poetry is a great achievement!
Yongqing Palace.
When the golden light just fell, Emperor Yongtai glanced at Yuan Jiufeng in surprise: "Jianzheng's divination skills have reached their peak."
"It's a pity that the three forms of Xuandao, Taiyi Divine Number and Qimen Dunjia have been lost. Only the Liuren Divine Class has been handed down, and we can only count things related to Xuandao or ourselves."
Yuan Jiufeng is neither humble nor arrogant.
"Oh? Then tell me, what does this golden light represent?"
Yongtai turned his head and looked at Yuan Jiufeng with a half-smile.
"Holy Reading."
Yuan Jiufeng answered without hesitation.
Emperor Yongtai's pupils shrank and his tone became serious: "Is this true?"
Yuan Jiufeng did not answer, but looked towards the sky in the distance.
The next moment, rolling sounds came.
"Don't you see it, the water from the Yang River is coming up from the sky..."
It’s really a holy book…
Emperor Yongtai immediately stopped talking, but closed his eyes, quietly feeling Yuansheng's will and the artistic conception of this poem.
After a long time, the sound gradually died down.
Emperor Yongtai opened his eyes and sighed: "What an arrogant scholar, what a man born with talents that will be useful. He is so talented, but he is forced to do this. Who did it?"
As an emperor of a country, his Confucianism and Taoism may not be very high, but his literary quality is by no means comparable to that of ordinary scholars.
It was just a poem that he didn't even know the title of, but he could interpret it to mean far more than anyone else in the Duke's office could.
"This matter has caused a sensation in Yangjing. We will find out later upon investigation."
Yuan Jiufeng still stared at the sky, his tone a bit mysterious, "Your Majesty, guess what the blessing of the Holy Will will be?"
"The Holy Will bless..."
Emperor Yongtai thought for a while and said casually: "It's just a poem. It's not a new Confucianism and Taoism. It has no merit in the human race. The holy will can only bestow a talent."
Yuan Jiufeng shook his head and spoke slowly.
"Has Your Majesty forgotten the original origin and role of poetry?"
Click~
This sentence was like a thunder, flashing through Emperor Yongtai's mind in an instant: "You mean... the power of enlightenment?"
Yuan Jiufeng looked directly into Emperor Yongtai's eyes and slowly uttered two words: "Exactly."
Emperor Yongtai squinted his eyes and couldn't see clearly the expression inside: "You are a Taoist person, and you know a lot about Confucianism and Taoism."
If this poem can have anything to do with enlightenment, then it would not be a simple gift given by the Holy Will.
"Confucianism and Taoism are originally derived from Xuan Taoism. The two just develop differently. In the end, they have to reach the same goal through different paths." Yuan Jiufeng said.
In ancient times, the human race was born in Zhongzhou.
At that time, evil spirits were rampant, and the weak human race was almost no different from food rations.
In order for the ethnic group to continue to reproduce and not be exterminated.
In ancient times, human beings used "Ode" to worship heaven and earth and beg God. This was the original form of poetry.
When martial arts was born and the human race could barely breathe a breath, 'Song' gradually had another function, inheritance.
Inherit the unyielding will of our ancestors and inherit the immortal spirit of the ethnic group.
Then Xuan Dao appeared, making talismans with evil flesh and blood, praying to heaven, and the "song" gradually gained a regular rhythm.
Until the birth of Confucianism and Taoism, the survival pressure of the human race suddenly decreased, and the function of "song" completely shifted to educating the human race, and finally evolved from generation to generation, becoming poems, lyrics, songs, and poems.
"Your Majesty, since the evil spirits have been completely suppressed, our human race is no longer in danger of annihilation. Confucianism and Taoism have begun to emphasize realm and despise education. Poetry and song have been reduced to minor ways, causing the people at the bottom to be ignorant. It was not until five hundred years ago that Zhongzhou was
How sad it is that we finally have a unified language and writing."
Yuan Jiufeng's voice was ethereal, but it made people feel heavy.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
After Emperor Yongtai listened quietly, he suddenly turned around and looked directly into Yuan Jiufeng's eyes.
Yuan Jiufeng is the representative of Xuan Dao in Daqing. For decades, he has led the Qin Tianjian, observing celestial phenomena and predicting good and bad luck. He has never interfered in government affairs or contacted anyone.
But as soon as it came out today, it directly targeted Confucianism and Taoism.
What does he want to do?
In other words, what does Xuandao want to do?
"Old minister, I hope that Daqing and the human race will prosper forever."
Yuan Jiufeng bowed his head.
"..."
Emperor Yongtai looked at the old face in front of him and wished he could curse him.
Why is Xuandao so unpopular?
Just because these people talk half-heartedly and have no clue what they are talking about makes people confused and depressed.
"Your Majesty, reopening poetry education will be an unparalleled achievement."
Yuan Jiufeng added another sentence.
"Um?"
Emperor Yongtai's eyes widened as he seemed to have thought of something.
The dazzling light of the golden pillar set off his back, making him look like a god.
The other side.
Enter the main hall from the second step of the Duke's Mansion.
Zhou looked at the people sitting cross-legged in the courtyard from a distance, feeling gloomy in her heart.
Before, she had watched with her own eyes as the page of poetry was enveloped in golden light, and then wrapped in golden light, it flew vertically through the roof.
Although she didn't understand what the subsequent sound of reading meant.
But she knew that such a big movement had definitely attracted a lot of attention.
As the instigator, Su Ping is no longer the country boy who lets himself be flattened and rounded.
Even your own plans are likely to go awry as a result.
"Madam, it's time to make a decision."
The old housekeeper warned from the side, "It's still not too late to make amends at this time."
Zhou's heart moved and she asked, "What do you think?"
Tang Yuan is an old man she brought from her parents' home and has been with her for decades.
She trusts Tang Yuan even more than her daughter Shen Xinlan.
"Based on the current situation, it is already difficult to confirm Su Ping's bad deeds. There are only two ways to reverse it."
The old housekeeper bent down and whispered: "First, admit your mistake to Su Ping and ask for his forgiveness. The marriage certificate has not been sent to the government yet, so it can be signed separately, and he has not actually married the lady, so it can be changed again."
"impossible."
Zhou refused without hesitation, "Now that the matter has come to this, once the marriage is changed to marriage, the entire Dingguo Palace will become a laughing stock, and Xinlan will never agree."
After a pause, Mrs. Zhou continued: "Besides, Su Ping, a simple mountain man, has no qualifications to ask the Duke's government to admit his mistake?"
A hint of gloom flashed in the old housekeeper's eyes, and he continued: "Second, push everything to Cuizhu, or even... the second young lady."
As soon as these words came out, Zhou's expression changed.
In order to avoid the sight of Duke Dingguo, she guided the Zhao family and Zhang family to perfect and implement the marriage recruitment matter from the very beginning.
Moreover, even the letter of reply to the Duke was written by Zhao.
To put it bluntly, this was her original plan.
If something goes wrong, Zhao and Zhang are the best scapegoats.
But that also entails the risk of being bitten by the two of them joining forces, and we cannot take this step until the last moment.
As for Cuizhu, although she is her daughter's personal maid, she is just a maid after all, so if she is thrown out, she will be thrown out.
With Cuizhu on the job, Su Ping wouldn't be so ungrateful.
After pondering for a moment, Zhou made a decision.