Xiong Xun waved his hand generously: "Of course."
"It's just that I've only copied half of it, so you have to wait for me for a while." Xiong Xun stretched his waist as he spoke, then continued to lie on the ground and start copying.
Zhuge Liang was not in a hurry, so he followed the housekeeper to the back hall to read "Shu Yi".
When they arrived at the back hall, the housekeeper took out several scrolls of bamboo slips in brocade bags and handed them to Zhuge Liang.
Zhuge Liang took it with both hands, carefully took out the bamboo slips, spread them out and started reading.
This "Shu Yi" is not a specialized book. The private works of scholar-officials on the style of writings and annotations on rituals, or the annotations on "Yi Li", one of the Six Classics of Confucianism, would all be named "Shu Yi".
"Ritual" is the "Li" in "Poetry", "Book", "Ritual", "Yi", "Music" and "Spring and Autumn".
In short, "Shu Yi" is the scholars' understanding of the style of writing, ritual notes, and the Spring and Autumn etiquette system after reading "Li".
Therefore, most people write "Shu Yi" in one or two volumes, and no more than eight volumes at most. But Zhuge Liang heard that Chen Li actually wrote twelve volumes, and he couldn't help but be curious, so he came to visit and ask.
"Master Zhuge, I have taken out these twelve volumes for you. If you want to read them, just read them slowly in the back hall. If you need tea, cakes or anything, let me know."
"There are still many visitors in the front hall, so I won't be here to accompany you."
The butler took the tea and cakes brought by the servant and put them on the table.
"Sorry to bother you." Zhuge Liang returned the salute, and the housekeeper bowed and left.
Zhuge Liang was not used to sitting on the ground, so he just held the bamboo slips and read with relish.
"Well, it's not bad. The first three volumes are my own annotations and experiences on "Rituals", and the other three volumes are supplementary notes to Zheng Xuan's annotations."
"The last six volumes are annotations and criticisms of other people's annotations. Wow, wow, it's really good!"
"This book is an eclectic collection of hundreds of schools of thought on etiquette. It is indeed not simple!"
"Su Wen Chen Gong Cao was so devoted to studying "Etiquette" that he was almost obsessed with it. He even changed his name to the word 'Li'. Looking at his hard work for more than 20 years today, it is indeed no exaggeration at all!"
Zhuge Liang had ten lines at a time and had a photographic memory. In a short time, he had read the first three volumes.
I couldn't help but smack my lips, feeling that the content was still unfinished, and I was looking for the next volume to continue reading.
"Brother Zhuge, it turns out you are hiding here, making it difficult for me to find you!"
Xiong Xun held the unfolded bamboo slips in both hands and walked to Zhuge Liang.
"Is this the "Yuzhang Fu"?" Zhuge Liang picked up the fourth volume of "Shu Yi" and glanced at the bamboo slips from the corner of his eye.
Xiong Xun carefully laid the spread bamboo slips flat on the table.
"Exactly!"
"If you want to make a copy, just use my copy."
Xiong Xun saw Zhuge Liang holding a scroll of bamboo slips in his hand, and thought Zhuge Liang also wanted to copy "Yu Zhang Fu".
"But you have to be careful, the ink on it is not dry yet, so don't touch the words on it!"
"This parallel prose has beautiful words and every word is worth a fortune. I don't dare to ruin it by me."
Seeing Xiong Xun's exaggeration, Zhuge Liang's curiosity was completely aroused.
Walking to the desk, Zhuge Liang was about to pick up the bamboo slips and look at them, but Xiong Xun regretted it and took the lead to protect his bamboo slips.
"Forget it, let me read it to you." Xiong Xun said and picked up the bamboo slips.
Zhuge Liang smiled slightly and didn't mind that Xiong Xun was stingy, so he just sat on the ground.
"In this way, Liang is all ears."
Xiong Xun also cleared his throat and started reading directly:
"The old county of Yuzhang, the new capital of Hongdu."
As soon as Xiong Xun read the beginning, Zhuge Liang immediately frowned and shook his head: "What is this mess about? Where is Hongdu?"
"In order to have a neat confrontation, I just make it up!"
"Don't worry, although I also think the first sentence is a bit confusing, but it will be different immediately from the second sentence!"
"The stars are divided into wings, and the earth is connected to Henglu."
"The three rivers lead to the five lakes; the wild bushes are controlled to lead Ouyue."
Although Zhuge Liang was still frowning, he nodded slightly: "These two sentences are barely understandable. The author can be considered a person who knows both astronomy and geography."
"When the water is gone, the cold pond is clear, and the smoke condenses and the mountains are purple at dusk."
"..."
"The mountains are towering and green, with the sky rising above them; the flying pavilions are flowing with elixirs, and there is no ground below. The cranes, pavilions, and fuzhu are the lingering reflections of the poor islands; the Guidian orchid palace is the body of the hills and mountains."
At this time, Zhuge Liang was silent.
…
"Wearing embroidered hats, bowing down on carved beasts...the clouds disappear and the rain falls, and the colors shine brightly."
"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, and the autumn water and the sky become one color together!"
Xiong Xun was already intoxicated after reading this.
Zhuge Liang couldn't help but exclaimed:
"It's really a brilliant literary talent!"
Xiong Xun was startled, and Zhuge Liang hurriedly apologized: "Excuse me! Don't stop!"
"Master Xiong, please continue!"
"..."
"The sky and the earth are vastly different, and I feel that the universe is infinite; when joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs."
"I hope that Chang'an will be in peace under the sun, and Wu will meet in the clouds. The terrain is extremely extreme, but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high, and the northern star is far away."
"It's hard to cross the mountains, but who feels sorry for those who have lost their way? If we meet by chance, we are all guests from a foreign land!"
Hearing this sentence, Zhuge Liang could no longer sit still. He stood up and stared at Xiong Xun.
Aren't he and his uncle Zhuge Xuan people who have lost their way and guests in a foreign land?
This author is by no means an ordinary person! Zhuge Liang thought to himself: I must know this person!
Xiong Xun was already intoxicated with the article again and did not notice Zhuge Liang standing up.
"When Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was he in the Xuan Dynasty?"
"Sigh! Bad luck, bad luck."
"Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha, it is not without a holy master; Liang Hong in Haiqu, is there no lack of bright time?"
"I rely on a gentleman to see an opportunity and an expert to know his destiny. When he is old, he will be strong, and he will rather move his heart with a white head. When he is poor, he will be strong, and he will not fall into the clouds."
Zhuge Liang clapped his hands and praised: "What a saying. Bad luck means bad luck!"
"What a saying, 'Never lose your ambition', that's what a good man should have!"
"You will feel refreshed when you drink from the spring of greed, and feel happy when you are in a dry road."
"Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it is soaring; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees."
Every time Xiong Xun read a sentence at this time, Zhuge Liang nodded repeatedly.
"Mengchang is noble and has no time to spare to serve his country; Cai Yong is so rampant, how can he cry at the end of the road!"
Xiong Xun glanced at Zhuge Liang, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief in his heart.
It's like friends, one of them brings the other to see the big world.
This young master of the Zhuge family is two or three years younger than himself, but he always looks unfazed.
It was worth it to have him show such a knowledgeable expression today!
"Yao, a seven-foot man, has been blessed by God in this world. He has no way to ask for a tassel, and waits until the end of the army when he is weak. If he has a good idea, he will use his pen to turn the tide with force."
Yao? Whose name is Yao?
A bright light flashed in Zhuge Liang's mind, and he suddenly thought of someone.
"...it is not Zhou Gong's vomiting, and he meets Meng's neighbor. He is coming to the court day by day, and he wants to accompany the carp. Now I hold my arm in my hand, and I am happy to hold it at the dragon gate. Yang Yi did not meet, and he caressed Ling Yun and felt sorry for himself; when Zhong Qi met, he played Why should running water be ashamed?"
When Xiong Xun finished reciting, Zhuge Liang immediately asked: "The person who wrote this parallel prose is Yuan Yao of the Yuan family in Runan?"
Xiong Xun nodded: "He is the eldest son of the Yuan family, General Yuan Dayang!"
"I heard from my father that General Yuan was able to speak in six steps yesterday!"
"This "Yu Zhang Fu" was completed in one go with just a few glasses of wine!"
"No wonder someone named Xiaolian when he was still young. Even if I study for ten more lifetimes, I won't be as good as one ten thousandth of that person!"
In just one day, Yuan Yao's reputation for his eloquent speaking skills and outstanding literary talent spread throughout the Nanchang scholar circle.
Although the purpose of this article is tragic, it is not simply a description of the scene. But after all, the article started with the scenery of Yuzhang. If it were passed down to the world, it would definitely greatly increase the popularity of Yuzhang County in the world.
Therefore, the Yuzhang scholars who have read this article, without exception, are full of praise for this "Yuzhang Fu", and naturally have an excellent impression of Yuan Yao.
Listening to Xiong Xun praising Yuan Yao, Zhuge Liang just remained silent.
But when he heard "Xiaolian was promoted", the corners of Zhuge Liang's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
Then Zhuge Liang also remembered what happened this morning. At that time, he seemed to have commented that Yuan Yao "doesn't know poetry and books".
Thinking that I have always been humble, but I also made the mistake of being self-righteous.
Zhuge Liang's face turned red and white, and he quickly put the "Shu Yi" in his hand on the table and walked out of the outer hall.
He happened to meet the steward of Chen's mansion, and Zhuge Liang hurriedly grabbed him.
"Excuse me, if there are any blank bamboo slips in the house, I can lend them to you!"
The steward of the Chen Mansion immediately guessed what Zhuge Liang was going to do and said with a smile: "I'm so sorry, Mr. Zhuge, what the Chen Mansion lacks most right now is blank bamboo slips!"
"The bamboo slips in the house were all used up by the visitors yesterday."
Seeing Zhuge Liang lifting his legs and walking out, the housekeeper said hurriedly: "Actually, it's not that Chen Mansion is short of bamboo slips. All the bamboo slips sellers in Yuzhang City were sold out overnight. Master Zhuge went out to look for them in vain."
Zhuge Liang stopped and looked back at the people who were still writing in the front hall. Many of them were holding precious cloths and writing.
Moreover, these people are extremely meticulous when copying. If there is a typo, these people will immediately tear it up and rewrite it.
Zhuge Liang knew that this article was worthy of the reputation of "every word is worth a thousand pieces of gold".
That’s all, since I have a photographic memory, I can go back and write it down silently.
When Zhuge Liang returned to the back hall, Xiong Xun was still holding the copy he had copied and couldn't put it down.
Zhuge Liang leaned behind Xiong Xun, silently read the words and sentences again, and couldn't help but admired again:
"Master Yuan is truly a genius!
"It's a big mistake for Liang not to recognize people! If you can see them, you will be lucky for three lifetimes!"
Zhuge Liang no longer stayed at Chen's house, so he left Chen's house directly and returned to the prefect's mansion.
As for the twelve volumes of "Shu Yi", he had completely forgotten about it at this time.
As soon as he arrived at the door, he happened to meet his uncle Zhuge Xuan and Wang Xiancheng of Nanchang County. The two of them walked side by side to the door of the mansion.
Zhuge Liang immediately asked the driver to stop and let Zhuge Xuan dismount first.
But he saw Zhuge Xuan's face full of anger, and Wang Xiancheng next to him was still chattering next to him.
Zhuge Liang stood by the road and saluted respectfully: "Well, uncle."
"Yes." Zhuge Xuan responded solemnly.
Thinking of Yuan Yao, Zhuge Liang immediately asked: "Uncle, has he seen General Yuan?"
Zhuge Xuan turned his head, flicked his sleeves, and said angrily: "See him?"
"Why do I want to see him?"
"He is going to divide my counties into my own. Do you still want me to dare to visit him?"
Zhuge Liang rarely saw Zhuge Xuan angry, so he immediately bowed and said, "My nephew is talking nonsense. Please don't get angry, uncle."
Zhuge Xuan was in a irritable mood at this time and could not care less about appeasing his nephew. He turned around and entered the prefect's mansion on his own.
Zhuge Liang sighed softly, although he could tell at a glance that his uncle's failure to meet Yuan Yao today had something to do with that Wang Xian Cheng.
And it seems that his uncle has a conflict with Yuan Yao.
Although he vaguely felt that something was wrong with this matter, Zhuge Liang still suppressed what he was thinking.
The king is the king and the minister is the minister, the father is the father and the son is the son. A son should not discuss his father's affairs unreasonably. This is the last principle of life taught to Zhuge Liang by his father, Zhuge Gui, before his death.
Zhuge Liang will never forget his father's instructions before his death.
"Although you will be a father for a short time, as long as you remember the principle of 'the king is the king and the minister is the minister, the father is the son, the father is the son', then no matter who takes the responsibility of raising you in the future, who will be your adoptive father; no matter who you will be loyal to when you grow up. Try your best, and as long as you stick to your duty, you will be worthy of everyone!"
…
Returning to the prefect's mansion, Zhuge Liang immediately found a blank bamboo slip from his room and recited "Yu Zhang Fu" word for word.
Writing silently this time has a different feeling than listening to someone recite or reading with your eyes.
"Writing this once, you will realize how smoothly the words and sentences are used in this article, and how heartfelt the expression of emotions and aspirations is. It is really an almost perfect parallel prose!"
I don’t know how many times I have read it word for word, but Zhuge Liang still feels a little awkward.
So I picked up my pen again, and with a few strokes, I changed the "Old County of Yuzhang, New Mansion of Hongdu" at the beginning of the article to "Old County of Jiujiang, New Mansion of Yuzhang".
After finishing the correction, Zhuge Liang nodded with satisfaction: "In this way, the entire article will be perfect!"
Zhuge Liang held the bamboo slips with still wet ink on them and couldn't put them down.
I recited it several times to myself, intoxicated by its artistic conception.
"The falling clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky..."
"It depends on the gentleman to see the opportunity and the master to know the fate... If you are poor, you will be strong, and you will not fall into the clouds!"
"This sentence alone is enough to surpass many so-called masterpieces of parallel prose that only pile up rhetoric and talk without meaning!"
"I really want to see how ambitious this person is!"
"The Yuan family in Runan is a famous family in the world. There were four generations and three princes in the past. Now there are two Yuans who are the lords. There will be successors in the future. Alas, is this a good thing or a bad thing for the world?"
The young Zhuge Liang finally fell into deep contemplation.
…
The aftermath of "Yu Zhang Fu" soon swept through the whole city of Nanchang, and even a copy of "Yu Zhang Fu" appeared in Liu Pan's camp of Jingzhou Army outside the city.
"General, you asked me to keep an eye on the movements of the major clans, and we are all keeping an eye on them."
"In the past two days, the disciples of all surnames and races have been going crazy, copying and reciting this article. I can't read a few words, so I can only show it to you, general."
Liu Pan took the bamboo slips of "Yu Zhang Fu" that the spies had brought back from the city, read them briefly, and then threw them aside.
"It's just a parallel prose, no matter how well written it is, it's just the opinion of scholars!"
"I want you to keep an eye on Prefect Zhuge. Has he had any contact with Yuan Yao recently?"
…
The next day, Huang Zhong's soldiers picked up half a roll of bamboo slips while cleaning the tent.
The other half of the roll was thrown into the brazier and burned until only charcoal ash was left.
In the evening, Huang Zhong sat under the setting sun, holding a half-sealed bamboo slip in his hand, and said sadly: "Sigh! The fortunes are not good, and the fate is many. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang is difficult to seal."
"You should be strong when you are old, but you would rather have a gray-headed heart?"
"You get stronger with old age?"
"I would rather move my white-headed heart!"
Huang Zhong muttered and repeated this sentence many times, and finally burst into tears.
"I don't know who wrote this article, but it can make Huang feel the same way!"
"Although I have great ambitions, it is difficult to reach people who know their fate! How difficult it is!"
