After coming out of the palace, Rong Fei went straight to Ji Xian Si.
Far away, I saw hundreds of people blocking the entrance of Jixian Division. Across the street, there were many officials from major government offices pointing and watching the excitement. The scene was quite chaotic.
Rong Fei was curious, so he covered his face with his sleeves, used his magical power of shape-shifting to change his face, and then moved closer.
When I got closer, I realized that the more than a hundred people blocking the gate of Jixian Division were all young scholars wearing Confucian shirts. These scholars were divided into two groups, each occupying both sides of the gate of Jixian Division, and they were arguing excitedly.
Just listen to a scholar standing in front on the left side of the gate chanting passionately.
"Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with oneself. If you live high in the temple, you will worry about the people. If you are far away from the rivers and lakes, you will worry about the king. Those who can write such shocking articles are called a great Confucian and called Mr. , what’s wrong?”
"Okay, since this Yueyang Tower story is mentioned, let me ask you. Which year was the fourth year of Qingli? Who is Teng Zijing? Where is Baling County? The time, place and characters are all unclear. It's so shameless to dare to claim to be shocking."
A gentleman on the right side of the gate immediately retorted.
"Only unlearned people like you would care about these insignificant details, but have never seen the enlightening words in the article. How ridiculous!"
"Just like what you said, let's not mention the details for now. I think Na Rongfei is less than 20 years old. He has no previous reputation, no prominent family background, and no famous teachers to teach him. How can he write such an article? It is obviously plagiarism. The works of others are shameless literary thieves."
"What Brother Li said is true. Let's look at the other thirty-five poems. The techniques, artistic conceptions, and profound meanings are even more different. Even Shushan Poetry Immortal is afraid that he cannot reach this level of being able to pick up eternal famous lines at his fingertips. His last name is Why is Rong? Not to mention the song Po Zhenzi. Everyone knows that our last war in Dayan was the battle to destroy Chu in the Hundred Thousand Mountains for more than thirty years. His surname is Rong, who is less than 20 years old. Naturally, It is impossible to participate in or witness that war. In this case, how can you write such iron-blooded words?"
Immediately some scholars on the right agreed and echoed.
"Hmph! You keep accusing Mr. Rong of plagiarism, but you have come up with evidence. Whose work has he plagiarized? How can he prove that he is the author? Why is he not famous for writing such peerless poems, but now he is jumping out and making noise. "
"The evidence is in the poem. There are many inconsistencies that Rong himself cannot explain. Where is Bianzhou, where is Hangzhou, how can he regard Hangzhou as Bianzhou? There are too many to list. As long as a person named Rong fails to explain clearly, he will not be able to escape the label of a document thief."
The two scholars on the left supported Rong Fei, and on the right opposed Rong Fei. For some reason, they gathered in front of the Jixian Division to argue. Could it be that they wanted to comment on it?
Rong Fei, who was among the crowd watching outside, secretly guessed.
Fortunately, although the two sides were quarreling with each other, they were relatively restrained and no physical conflict occurred.
The arresters of the Jixian Division were probably annoyed by the noise, so they closed the door tightly and hid inside without showing their faces.
The scholars on both sides of the debate are very subjective and each has his own opinions. In this way, even if they argue for a whole day, there will be no result.
After all, it was because of the controversy he had caused. Rong Fei was enjoying it at first, but gradually the content of the arguments between the scholars on both sides turned into gossip.
Opponent: This is blatant plagiarism, and the person named Rong is a literary thief!
Positive: You should provide evidence.
Counter: The proof is in the poem.
Positive: It’s funny. The poem was written by Mr. Rong.
Opponent: No, he copied it, he is a literary thief.
Positive: You should provide evidence.
Rong Fei yawned out of boredom and was about to go around to the backyard and climb over the wall to enter Jixian Division. Just as he was about to leave, he heard someone shouting in the distance and running towards him.
"The latest news! The latest news from the palace! The origin of Mr. Rong's poems has been found out."
After hearing this, everyone immediately closed their mouths and looked in the direction of the shout.
Soon, a young scholar came running up sweating profusely.
, stand in the square team.
"The source of the poem has been found out, tell me quickly."
The scholar who first recited the Yueyang Tower impassionedly urged with expectation on his face.
"Huchi... Huchi... Just now... news came from the palace. Concubine Xian and the Queen summoned Mr. Rong this morning. Mr. Rong personally told about a book he wrote by himself in Nuanfeng Pavilion. It is called "The Great Song Dynasty". It is a fictional dynasty. Five of the thirty-five poems written by Mr. Rong in Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower last night are from this book, and... Phew... The same is true for Yueyang Tower. It is the Song Dynasty of Zhongda. A prime minister named Fan Zhongyan made it when he was frustrated.
It is said that the other poems are also from other poems written by Mr. Rong. There are currently four known books, namely the two full-length novels "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and "The Great Song Dynasty", and the two short stories "The Butterfly Lovers" and "The Beacon Fire Plays with the Princes". "
"Since it is the news spread in the palace, it must be true."
Someone among the Zhengfang scholars immediately cheered.
"Mr. Rong is truly a genius."
"You have nothing else to say."
The morale of the positive scholars was immediately boosted, and they launched a fierce offensive against the anti-Fang scholars.
The anti-Fang scholars were at a disadvantage and could only retreat steadily.
The debate ended with the scholars who supported Rong Fei's side winning overall, and loud shouts rang out in front of the gate of Ji Xian Division.
"Rong Daru! Honor Daru! Honor Daru!..."
"Including Mr. Rong, we already have sixteen great Confucians in Kyoto, which is exactly one more than Shushan. Hahahaha, I hope those high-minded guys in Shushan know that the Holy Land of Confucianism is in our city of Kyoto."
"So happy! After being suppressed by those guys in Shushan for so many years, I finally managed to get back in the game with Mr. Rong."
"But everyone, it is not enough for us to recognize the title of Great Confucian. It must be recognized by five great Confucians."
"This matter is easy to handle. Fang Daru from Yaqin Academy was full of praise after reading Mr. Rong's poems and articles last night. I will go there soon. Fang Daru will definitely not refuse."
"The same goes for our Mr. Gao from Yueshan Academy."
"The Imperial College's sacrificial wine is my mentor..."
Forty or fifty scholars all told about their origins and relationships, and in the end they were able to talk to or have teacher-student relationships with half of the great scholars in Kyoto.
As a result, with thirty-five peerless poems and a Yueyang Tower story beside him, plus the recognition of several great scholars, Rong's status as a non-great scholar is almost certain.
When they thought that Confucianism in Kyoto could finally conquer the mountain of books, the scholars could no longer hold back their excitement and immediately split up.
At this moment, another scholar ran towards the end of the long street, broke through the crowd watching the excitement, came to the group of scholars, waved the paper in his hand full of writing and shouted loudly.
"It was just...just reported in the palace that Mr. Rong's new work...ahem...a masterpiece...unparalleled work."
"What? Mr. Rong already composed thirty-five peerless poems and an eternal article last night, and a new work has come out so soon!"
"Don't whet your appetite, read it quickly and let me have a quick look."
The scholar who came to summon the messenger was running all the way. At this time, he was out of breath. His mouth was so dry that he couldn't even speak a complete sentence.
Seeing this scene, an anxious scholar snatched the paper from his hand, glanced at the writing on it, and his expression was suddenly shocked.
"Born in sorrow, died in happiness."
Half of the long street suddenly fell silent. Everyone held their breath, raised their ears, and stared at the scholar intently.
"Shun was born in the countryside... Therefore, when Heaven is about to entrust a great responsibility to a man, he must first work hard on his mind and body, and strain his muscles and bones... People will always make mistakes, and then they can change... Then they will know that they are born in sorrow and die in happiness."
As early as when the scholar shouted that he was born in trouble and died in happiness, Rong Fei had already squeezed out of the crowd and strolled outside the backyard wall of Jixian Division.
However, he did not rush to climb over the wall, but leaned against the wall and thought quietly.
Big this time
In Rong Fei's opinion, the group of scholars gathered outside the Jixian Department to stimulate debate was no accident. From various signs, it was obvious that there was an expert copying the sword behind the scenes.
Based on the results, it can be deduced that seeking the name of a great Confucian for glory is just a superficial name. The real purpose, as some scholars just said, is to increase the momentum of Confucianism in Kyoto and suppress the scholarly mountain.
It was established that Kyoto is where Confucian orthodoxy lies.
If this happens, who will benefit the most?
Confucian disciples in Kyoto?
Or Rong Fei's cheap emperor cousin?
Or perhaps, this was an action jointly planned and planned by Kyoto Confucianism and the emperor.
This was an advantage for Rong Fei. Everything he did at Jinfeng Xiaoyu Tower last night was to seek fame to protect himself, so that some young people would not dare to act rashly.
I wanted to beg for a sesame seed, but a watermelon fell down. Rong Fei almost smiled crookedly.
But what did the emperor want to do? It couldn't be that he wanted to fall out with Shushan.
Or is it that he has found out that the spiritual force behind King Yong's rebellion is Shushan, so he wants to take the opportunity to retaliate?
In this way, I have unintentionally done the emperor's cousin a favor. I just hope that when I get into trouble in the future, he will be more considerate of his kindness.
After climbing over the courtyard wall and entering the backyard of Jixian Si Yamen, I heard a roar like a mountain roaring and a tsunami coming from the direction of the main entrance.
"Rong Daru! Honor Daru! Honor Daru!..."
As the shouts gradually faded away, Rong Fei walked to the front yard and saw two Jixian Division detectives opening the door a crack and looking out.
"Ahem."
Rong Fei coughed suddenly, making the two of them tremble and quickly turn around.
"Oh, it's Rongtou. It scared me to death."
The detective named Yu Ziqi patted his chest and said.
"Why are you two alone, where are the others?"
Rong Fei asked after scanning the empty front yard.
"Didn't we capture a lot of traffickers yesterday? There are many cells in the dungeon that have been unused all year round and can no longer accommodate people. Brother Hou and the others are cleaning up the cells with the traffickers. Xiao Gu, Xiao Lizi and the others went to Nancheng to keep an eye on Boss Xue. The gang has gone, so we will stay in the front yard waiting for you to come back, Rongtou."
"kindness."
Rong Fei waved his hand to indicate to the two of them to do their work, while he turned to look at the office room on the second floor.
A figure flashed past the window when Rong Fei looked at him.
Is there a thief?
