The young man stepped forward to greet him solemnly and said, "Qufu Kong is rarely polite. I dare to ask Mr. Lang your name."
Kong Xian in Qufu, Yang Anxuan was surprised, he was probably a descendant of Kong Sheng.
Yang Anxuan straightened his clothes and bowed, saying, "Hongnong Yang Anxuan has met Brother Kong."
"Yeah," the young man exclaimed softly. Unexpectedly, it was Yang Xiaochuang, his eyes rolling around as he looked at Yang Anxuan.
"Brother Kong is a descendant of a saint?" Yang Anxuan asked.
Kong Xian smiled and said, "I don't dare. I am the twenty-sixth generation grandson of the saint."
Yang Anxuan laughed and said, "This is really just showing off in front of the master's door - you are overestimating your own capabilities."
When the young man heard what Yang Anxuan said was funny, he muttered "Gu" and laughed.
Kong Xian glared at him and said, "My younger brother has always been naughty. I hope Brother Yang can forgive me."
Yang Anxuan felt more and more that this young man was a girl. He saw through it without revealing it. He smiled and said: "My brother is innocent and innocent. It is rare to have a pure heart."
When the young man heard Yang Anxuan praising him, the corner of his mouth curled up with a smile on his face.
Of course, Yang Anxuan did not want to miss the opportunity when he met a descendant of Confucius, and discussed the Analects with Kong Xian with great interest.
The descendants of Confucius have studied the Analects of Confucius intensively, and many of their insights have given Yang Anxuan a refreshing feeling. Yang Anxuan has accumulated nearly two thousand years of experience in studying the Analects of Confucius. He and Kong Xian had a lively chat and each gained something.
The eldest brother is well-known in the clan for his love of learning, and his understanding of the Analects of Confucius was even praised by his father. The young people were surprised to see that Yang Anxuan could talk happily with his eldest brother.
Kong Xian was also surprised and said: "Brother Yang has a profound understanding of the Analects of Confucius. Who do you study under?"
"Master Yu is from Linxiang Marquis Che Gong." Yang Anxuan said with a smile.
Kong Xian suddenly said: "Che Gong has little knowledge and noble character. It is a blessing for Brother Yang to have Che Gong as his teacher."
During the conversation, Yang Anxuan learned that Kong Xian was the 26th eldest grandson of Confucius, the person who would inherit the Confucius family business in the future. At that time, the descendants of Confucius were not Duke Yansheng, but were only called Fengshengtinghou. The contemporary Fengshengtinghou was Kong Yi, the father of Kong Xian.
Knowing that Yang Anxuan intended to go to the Confucius Temple to worship, Kong Xian happily invited him. Several people went down the mountain together. Yang Anxuan and Kong Xian talked about each other, and it was too late to meet each other.
After coming down the mountain, Kong Xian's sixth brother Yang Ling saw the Star Chasing Horse with a look of liking in his eyes.
Yang Anxuan asked Kong Xian to help him get on the horse, and Zhang Feng led the horse slowly. Yang Ling laughed happily on the horse, which made Zhang Feng, who was leading the horse, roll his eyes.
It was less than 200 miles from Mount Tai to Qufu. After walking for several days, a few people had already left Yan State and entered Lu County of Jin State.
Yang Ling gradually became quieter. She sat in the hired oxcart and stopped speaking easily. She listened quietly to the conversation between her elder brother and Yang Anxuan outside the car.
When Kong Xian learned that Yang Anxuan had arrived at Pingcheng, the capital of Wei, and then transferred to Longcheng, the capital of Yan, and then crossed the sea to Guanggu, he was very envious and sighed: "Yu had intended to travel around the world like Brother Yang, but the world was unfair, and Yu didn't Brother Yang's abilities are useless."
Zhang Feng said proudly from the side: "My lord leads the way on the battlefield and even Duke Qin of Yao and Qin was captured alive by him."
In the car, Yang Miao bit her red lips with her silver teeth, looking both happy and angry, showing off the look of a daughter.
In his previous life, Yang Anxuan visited the Confucius Mansion. The Confucius Temple, Confucius Mansion, and Confucius Forest were grand in scale and gorgeous in architecture. The scene in front of him was far from comparable to that of later generations.
Confucius Temple was built in the second year after the death of Confucius. Duke Ai of Lu converted three former residences of Confucius into temples to collect the clothes, carriages, and ritual vessels used by Confucius during his lifetime.
In order to worship their ancestors, the eldest branch of Confucius' direct line lived near the temple. The temple hall was integrated into one, and it was called a temple residence. Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, went to the Confucius Temple to offer sacrifices, and named Kong Teng, the ninth generation grandson of Confucius, as the enshrined king. Kong Ba, the thirteenth generation grandson of Confucius, was praised as the emperor. Kong Yao, the nineteenth generation grandson of Emperor Guang of the Han Dynasty, was enshrined as the holy pavilion marquis. It has been passed down to Kong Xian for two years. Sixteen generations old.
During the reign of Emperor Wen of Wei, a large house was built outside the temple for scholars to live and teach. The Confucius House expanded day by day, and it was Yang Anxuan who saw several houses.
As for Konglin, after Confucius passed away, his disciples guarded his tomb. Zigong planted cypress, juniper, regular script and other trees beside the tomb, and there are still several hectares of land there.
Yang Anxuan tidied up his clothes and went to the Confucius Temple to worship under the leadership of Kong Xian.
After raising the clothes and hats used by Confucius, he went into the house to meet Kong Xian's father, Kong Yi.
Kong Yi was in his prime, with a white face and a black beard, a blue shirt and a turban. He was gentle and elegant. He talked harmoniously and softly with Yang Anxuan.
Knowing that Yang Anxuan was quite knowledgeable about the Analects of Confucius, Kong Yi discussed it with him with great interest, unaware of the darkness.
In the evening, the Kong family and his son hosted a banquet for Yang Anxuan, including one meat and two vegetables and a pot of rice wine.
Following each other all the way, the Kong Xian brothers saved money, and when they arrived at Confucius' residence, Yang Anxuan found that Kong Yi's blue shirt had patches on the elbows. It seemed that the descendants of Confucius were poor, self-sufficient, and content.
After eating, Kong Xian sent Yang Anxuan to the guest room. Yang Anxuan asked, "I have seen the leading general Kong Anguo in Beijing, and I heard that he is also a descendant of the master."
Kong Xian responded calmly: "The Kong family in Shanyin is indeed a member of the Kong family. They moved to Shanyin in Kuaiji during the Eastern Han Dynasty and sent people back to pay homage to their ancestors."
Yang Anxuan originally wanted to ask the Confucius family in Shanyin, who was quite powerful in the court, why the Confucius family in Qufu didn't send someone to contact them.
Kong Xian had a faint smile on his face and his eyes were clear. Yang Anxuan sighed secretly and swallowed his words.
In the back house of Kong Mansion, Kong Miao changed into a coarse cloth dress, knelt on the mat, and wrote on the paper one stroke at a time.
When Mrs. Yan entered the room, she saw that her daughter was so absorbed in writing that she didn't even notice that she was coming.
Quietly moving closer, Yan looked at the paper, "...the clouds are moving in the wind, and they are rustling like feathers. Climbing up the cliff to look at the sun, lying down on the threshold to peer into the eastern sky..."
Yan is a descendant of Yan Hui. When he was a child, he studied Chinese prose with his father and brother and was familiar with the meaning of the classics. After seeing this poem, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Could it be that you wrote this poem when you and Xian'er visited Mount Tai. This poem has a sense of elegance." The meaning of dust should not be Xian'er's doing..."
Kong Miao was concentrating on writing when he suddenly heard someone talking next to him. He was so frightened that his pen trembled, and a black line was drawn on the paper, and the calligraphy was ruined.
Seeing that it was his mother, Kong Miao pursed her lips and said angrily, "Mom, why are you walking so silently? You scared my daughter."
Mrs. Yan rubbed Kong Miao's hair lovingly and said with a smile: "My mother called you twice when she came in. You didn't hear me. Who did you blame? Who wrote this poem? She is so talented and has a fairy-like feel."
Kong Miao smiled and said, "My daughter met Hongnong Yang Anxuan when she and her elder brother were traveling in Mount Tai. This poem was written by him."
Seeing her daughter's expression, Yan's heart moved and she asked a few questions quietly, feeling that her daughter had a good impression of Yang Anxuan.
Returning to his residence, Yan asked Kong Yi, who was studying under the lamp, "Mr. Kong, are there guests at home?"
Kong Yi put down the book and responded: "Xian'er met Hongnong Yang Anxuan when he climbed Mount Tai. This son is the person who wrote "Xiaochuang Youju". He is an outstanding writer and has a deep study of "The Analects of Confucius". He said: " "The people can follow it but cannot understand it." It's not that they don't teach, it's that the Tao is silent and they know themselves whether it's warm or cold..."
Seeing her husband talking non-stop, Yan smiled, knowing that Kong Yi was getting bookish, so she quietly sat down in a corner of the mat and listened to what he said for a while.
After half a stick of incense, Kong Yi stopped talking, took the tea handed over by Yan to moisten his throat, and said with a smile, "This boy is a talented scholar. If he can specialize in studying, he will definitely become a great master."
Yan asked: "How does it compare to Xian'er?"
Kong Yi thought for a moment and said: "Xian'er is more studious and motivated and dedicated to his studies than Yang Anxuan. Yang Anxuan is extremely intelligent and talented, but it's a pity that he has too many clutter, so he can't concentrate on his studies, otherwise his achievements will be in front of Xian'er. superior."
Mrs. Yan knew that her husband had high hopes for his son, and believed that Xian'er could bring glory to the Kong family. Unexpectedly, he valued Yang Anxuan more than his son.
After a long while, Mrs. Yan said to Kong Yi who picked up the book again: "I just went to Miao'er's house and saw Miao'er copying a poem, which he said was written by Yang Anxuan in Mount Tai."
Kong Yi smiled and said, "I heard Xian'er once said that sincerity is a good poem. When Yang Anxuan was a minor, he wrote several good poems that have been handed down to the world. The one "I will be at the top of the mountain, and I can see all the small mountains at a glance" is amazing. "
Yan said tentatively: "I think Miao'er seems to have a good impression of Yang Anxuan."
"What?" Kong Yi changed his color, put the book on the table with a snap, and said, "What's going on? Can you explain it more clearly? How can Miao'er be right?"
Do you have a crush on the boy named Yang? "
Yan said softly: "I saw Miao'er copying Yang Anxuan's poem, so I asked a few more questions. From Miao'er's tone, I admired Yang Anxuan's talent."
Kong Yi snorted coldly and said, "What a fuss. Miao'er is only twelve years old, so he doesn't know what the relationship between men and women is. But you are right to remind him, you can't let Miao'er see Yang Anxuan again. It's really easy for Miao'er to stay together for six or seven days after returning from Mount Tai." There was a misunderstanding."
Ms. Yan knew that her husband regarded her little daughter as a treasure, and the words she just mentioned seemed like she was trying to pluck the apple of his eye, so she reacted violently. It's just that as my daughter grows older, she will eventually get married. Wouldn't it be a blessing if she married someone she likes?
Thinking of this, Mrs. Yan smiled and said: "The Yang family of Hongnong can be considered a famous family. If Miao'er can be betrothed to Yang Anxuan..."
"No," Kong Yi interrupted Yan's words and said, "The Yang family of Hongnong has abandoned literature and embraced martial arts since Yang Liang. This Yang Anxuan even led the army to rescue Luoyang twice. It is foolish to marry his daughter to a martial artist."
Yan persuaded: "Didn't you just say that Yang Anxuan has learned a lot?"
Kong Yi glared and shouted: "Unless he abandons martial arts and becomes civilized, Yu will never let Miaoer marry a precarious martial artist."
Mrs. Yan secretly sighed in her heart, her parents' orders, the matchmaker's words, if her husband did not agree with Miao'er's thoughts, they would probably be in vain.
However, Yang Anxuan is mourning his father's death, and it will be at least two years before he gets married.
What's more, this is just my own idea. I heard that Yang Anxuan was trusted by the court, and he was still granted the title of Dutinghou during Ding You, so he didn't necessarily take the weak Kong family to heart.
Yang Anxuan will leave tomorrow, and Miao'er and he are not the same person after all. During this period of time, he has more time to spend with his daughter, and he will naturally let it go after a while.
Yang Anxuan didn't know this, so he said goodbye to the Kong family and his son the next day and embarked on his return journey.
Mrs. Yan came to her daughter's boudoir early in the morning and brought a red girl to teach Kong Miao how to embroider.
Seeing that my daughter was distracted and lost several times, I sighed secretly, hoping that my daughter's feelings would be blown away by the coming north wind.
