coobybook Chapter 149: Remembering Plum Blossoms
Chapter 149: Remembering Plum Blossoms
Fang Xiao glanced at the old fox beside her out of the corner of her eye, and an indescribable joy welled up inside her. She wanted to burst into laughter to relieve her excitement.
People should be more carefree and easygoing. Eat and drink when you're hungry, cry and laugh when you're thirsty. Never suppress your true feelings, or you'll easily get sick from holding it in.
Otherwise, why are there so many mentally ill people and people with depression in modern society? Isn't it all because they suppress their true inner thoughts too much?
Therefore, she quickly turned her back, covered the corners of her mouth with her hands, and tried to smile quietly while looking very sad.
The audience couldn't see her expression, but could only guess from her back. Seeing her body trembling uncontrollably, everyone started to imagine what was going on.
The final conclusion was that Madam Fang was afraid because she had spoken too frankly, causing the Confucian sage to lose face, and she was afraid of being retaliated against.
Some righteous and courageous people, who were eager to stand up for the weak and wronged, stood up and shouted.
"Don't be afraid, Madam Fang. It's just telling the truth. We will protect you. As long as you can defeat the Confucian Sage, you have nothing to fear."
"Yes, we are all compatriots, of course we will not let you get hurt. Don't be afraid, and don't cry, it will break my heart!"
"!!!!!!"
"..."
These people are really brave; it seems they'll all be dragged into the palace to become eunuchs.
Li Renyi stood in front of the counter, holding a cup of floral tea, and joked with a smile.
Wang, the richest man, and Zhu Wen, standing beside him, dared not say anything, for they knew the old man's character all too well.
A petty person who is vindictive and treacherous.
If it weren't for the incident involving the Crown Prince back then, they probably wouldn't have ended up in Changle County.
Now, the eldest prince has actually come to Changle County, saying that he is looking for his younger brother, wants to take him back to be the crown prince again, and helps him clear his name.
It's ridiculous; Pei Zuo really thinks everyone is a fool.
Zhu Wen and Wang, the richest man, exchanged a smile but did not exchange any further words.
on the stage.
The Confucian sage looked at the people below the stage who were making a ruckus and gossiping about him, and his eyes revealed a chillingly fierce gaze.
Fang Xiaoxiao saw everything he did.
She remained with her back to everyone, her body convulsions gradually subsided, and the smile that even AK couldn't suppress from the corner of her mouth vanished instantly, replaced by a calm and indifferent expression.
I learned all of this from Pei Yan, and it's very useful.
It allows you to keep your opponents guessing what you're thinking, and even more so, whether you're happy or angry.
Russian qing.
She then turned around, adopting a very agreeable attitude.
"Everyone, stop talking nonsense. How can you slander him like this? He is a rare genius in our Great Yu Dynasty, one in a hundred years."
"If anyone dares to speak ill of the Confucian Sage, I, Fang Xiaoxiao, will be the first to object. I will even represent the Confucian Sage to hold you accountable!"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent, and no one dared to utter another word.
But this situation wasn't due to Fang Xiaoxiao's words, but rather because they saw their good brothers being arrested one by one.
Now that they've made their move, ordinary people and minor officials alike know who took those people away and where they're being taken.
Without further ado, Zhang Xuzi announced that he would begin composing a poem.
"This poem about plum blossoms is an adjustment to the one I wrote when I was eighteen years old, with the aim of elevating it to a higher level."
"Now that I'm over sixty, how many more eighteen-year-olds will I have in my life? This is to commemorate my lost youth, and I hope everyone here will like it."
"Clap clap clap!"
Some people in the audience who were easily moved to tears and had a shallow emotional state began to burst into tears.
They are all more or less over fifty years old, and they know how aptly the saying "How many eighteen-year-olds can one have in a lifetime" expresses their current state of mind.
Yes, how many eighteen-year-olds does a person have in their lifetime? Some people have one, some have two, and some don't even have one.
In terms of sheer destructive power, it's all about capturing people's lost youth.
Fang Xiaoxiao couldn't help but click her tongue inwardly, sincerely admiring the old fox's ability to evoke emotions. If this were modern times, he would probably be a pyramid scheme leader or a cult leader.
However, it seems that this guy, in this era, is not much different from a cult leader or a pyramid scheme leader. They both brainwash people and have a large number of die-hard fans and brainwashed people.
Wow, it's true that no matter when or where, those who are eloquent and can stir up the emotions of ordinary people are always awesome and live a very good life.
I admire him, but that doesn't mean I'll hold back.
Seeing that the emotional buildup was in place, the Confucian sage Zhang Xuzi began to speak.
"I dwell in the years, lingering over the profusion of flowers, but the winter plum is most hateful, for it is always last year's flower!"
"Gah~~~~"
This poem is a five-character quatrain, and every line and word fully expresses the author's sense of vicissitudes.
Throughout the poems, the line "I dwell in my youth" expresses the author's longing for the past years of youth.
But then he changed his tone again, saying that the plum blossoms were always last year's flowers, as if he was complaining about why the winter plums were always last year's flowers, or as if he was telling everyone that he was a thing of the past and was no longer the young and impetuous eighteen-year-old prodigy.
"Clap clap clap!"
At this moment, thunderous applause resounded throughout the hall, causing people's emotions to rise and fall like the tide.
"It's so well written, it's practically a masterpiece, a timeless gem! I feel like crying my eyes out."
"Waaah, the Confucian sage is still the same energetic and brilliant young man who turned eighteen back then."
"Though my face has aged, I still have the heart of a child. Even if the world treats me unfairly, I will only sigh."
Some interpreted it, some mourned it, some envied it, and some felt saddened.
It must be said that the title of Confucian sage is indeed well-deserved.
Even Fang Xiaoxiao, who was a time traveler, secretly admired him from the bottom of her heart.
But so what? She's a time traveler. If she could just pick out any poem about plum blossoms, she could make these ancient people understand that the wisdom of their ancestors is something that outsiders cannot question in the slightest.
The Confucian sage Zhang Xuzi did not show the slightest hint of pride. Instead, he appeared to be weeping, his face slightly saddened, and his expression was deeply moving. He seemed to have aged considerably, losing his former air of otherworldly grace and instead resembling an old man in his twilight years, leaving onlookers with a sense of melancholy.
"I hope everyone can cherish this hard-won life and peaceful era. I am old and my youth has passed. I hope you will not dislike this adapted version of the poem about plum blossoms."
"I have titled this poem 'Remembering the Plum Blossom'!"