From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Zhou Yuan's sharp words shocked everyone present.

They were silent on the spot, recalling what they had done before, and couldn't help sighing. They had indeed never considered the so-called disaster victims and refugees. Their minds were either filled with the literary world or the affairs of the country.

It seemed that the affairs of the people were always smaller and not worth paying half attention to.

At this moment, Zhou Yuan said this, and suddenly woke up. It turned out that they had indeed failed to do practical things.

But it was difficult to admit this point, which was too embarrassing.

Luoxue Layman sighed, bowed to Zhou Yuan, and said softly: "Master Yuanyi, thank you for your teaching."

Zhou Yuan narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Layman, why do you need to blame yourself? The saints said that knowing one's mistakes and being able to correct them is the greatest virtue. In fact, most people can't even do this, at least they don't even have the courage to admit that they are wrong."

"Although you are a woman, you are better than many men present."

When these words came out, many scholars blushed and couldn't find a reason to refute for a while.

Shen Qiaoshan sneered: "Okay, you are done with the noise? It's my turn to say a few words, right?"

As a contemporary scholar, he must be much smarter than the scholars and understand his mission. After all, his erudition and experience are there.

The scholars present spoke up as if they had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"Please speak, Mr. Qiaoshan!"

"Please, old sir, clear the name of scholars!"

"How can we, who study the teachings of sages, become people who ignore the people? Mr. Qiaoshan is knowledgeable, and I hope you will uphold justice."

Shen Qiaoshan waved his hand and said lightly: "Don't worry, this guy is just changing the concept and using righteousness to suppress you."

He strode to the middle and bowed to everyone.

Then he looked at Zhou Yuan and said in a deep voice: "I have a few questions, and I would like to hear your opinion."

Zhou Yuan said: "Please speak frankly, Mr. Tai."

Shen Qiaoshan snorted: "Why do people need to study?"

Zhou Yuan said: "Reading and learning, knowing etiquette, knowing morality, and understanding great principles. The "Great Learning" says: The way of the Great Learning is to manifest the bright virtue, to be close to the people, and to stop at the highest good."

"Good!"

Shen Qiaoshan said indifferently: "You are still a scholar after all, and you know the "Great Learning."

"Then do scholars like us know etiquette? Do we manifest virtue? Do we be close to the people?"

Zhou Yuan looked at the people present and said slowly: "You are well-read, so you naturally know etiquette and morality."

Shen Qiaoshan said: "Are you trying to say that we are not close to the people?"

Zhou Yuan smiled and said: "At least I didn't see How can you be close to the people? "

"Wrong!"

Shen Qiaoshan said proudly: "We are close to the people, but you have never seen it."

"You only see that we have never spoken for the victims, you only see that we have never made suggestions for the country, but you ignore that we also write poems and songs!"

"A farewell poem, how many people use it to express their emotions when they leave? A poem of homesickness, how many wanderers recite it to comfort themselves?"

"A frontier poem, how many soldiers' depression are expressed?"

"Even graceful minor tunes and small poems can express the emotions of the people!"

"What we say, isn't it what the people say? Isn't this close to the people? It can only be said that our way of being close to the people is different from the way you say!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present applauded.

Li Yunhua was even more excited and said: "Old gentleman, you said it well! We are close to the people, but in different ways."

Xu Guangchen said: "Zhou Yuan, you are not well educated, how can you understand this truth!"

Zhou Yuan also had to sigh that Shen Qiaoshan said this paragraph very well. The poems written by literati can indeed move the people and express their feelings. This is indeed close to the people.

If you want to oppose this point, the foundation is not established, so you can't oppose it from the essence, but from the phenomenon.

Zhou Yuan said: "Mr. Tai is right. Poetry can express one's aspirations, and the people can also express their emotions, whether it is farewell, homesickness, serving the country, or the hardship of guarding the border."

"But in my opinion, the pattern is too small."

Shen Qiaoshan frowned and said: "The pattern is too small? What does this mean?"

Zhou Yuan said: "Poetry is close to the people, but it cannot help the people. Poetry can infect the people and express their emotions, but it cannot help them solve their difficulties. This is the limitation."

"Can 10,000 frontier poems make the soldiers go home? Can 10,000 poems of homesickness make the wanderers stop wandering?"

"I, Zhou Yuan, have always believed that poetry is a minor art, and this is the reason."

Xu Guangchen was furious when he heard this: "You are so arrogant! How dare you say that poetry is a minor art! Do you understand poetry? I am afraid that your talent is limited and you can't write lyrics!"

Everyone present suddenly coughed, and they lowered their heads and dared not speak.

After all, Xu Guangchen had just been released from prison and didn't know Zhou Yuan. The "Linjiangxian" at the beginning of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" was enough toIt has dominated the literary world.

Seeing the atmosphere around him, Xu Guangchen was suddenly shocked and remembered Zhou Yuan's poems that were spread at the Yunzhou Poetry Meeting before.

His face flushed and he said loudly: "Zhou Yuan, you don't have to have this expression. The poems you wrote before may not be original. You are a little scholar who has only studied for a few years. How can you write such poems!"

After speaking, he frantically winked at Li Yunhua, indicating that he should come to support the scene.

Li Yunhua immediately stood up and said in a deep voice: "You are right. The poems you Zhou Yuan wrote before may not be from your hand."

"Don't blame us for deliberately slandering you. It is true that you have little education. It is also true that you have a father-in-law who is a top scholar. It is not surprising that Mr. Zhao Cheng is talented and can write those poems."

Xu Guangchen laughed and said: "That's right. You can't even prove your own works. How dare you look down on poetry?"

"Besides, do you think that no one in my Lin'an Prefecture is proficient in poetry? Not to mention that Mr. Qiaoshan has a large number of works, even an unknown brothel visitor can write excellent poems!"

Li Yunhua's face froze.

Xu Guangchen continued: "You should all know that four nights ago, in the Peony Tower, someone wrote a superb "Linjiangxian" in order to become the guest of Yueyun Hua Kui."

Someone responded all around.

"Yes! It has been spread all over the past few days. That "Linjiangxian" is a masterpiece. It is heartbreaking to read, but it is also full of aftertaste."

"When the spring hatred came last year, the fallen flowers were alone, and the swallows flew in pairs in the light rain. How wonderful!"

"I think the last sentence is still the best. The bright moon was there, and it once shone on the colorful clouds. What a beautiful sentence."

Li Yunhua's face became even uglier. He wanted to punch Xu Guangchen to death. He stood up to cheer him up, but he stabbed me with a knife!

Qu Ling frowned. She had also heard the "Linjiangxian". It was indeed written too well. She couldn't find any reason to refute it.

And the girls present naturally knew that when they read the poem, tears came to their eyes and they were extremely fond of the strange lyricist.

Shen Qiaoshan stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Boy, did you hear that? There are also great poets in Lin'an Prefecture."

"Where do you get the courage to say that poetry is a minor art? You should first be better than this great poet."

Zhou Yuan was stunned.

Showing off a sword in front of Guan Gong?

This is inappropriate. To be precise, this is using my sword to stab me!

He smiled faintly: "I think this poem is just average."

Xu Guangchen was furious: "You still dare to be stubborn! Can you write such a masterpiece? Those poems you wrote before may not be written by you!"

Zhou Yuan looked at him, squinted and smiled: "If I can prove that the previous poems were written by me, and the previous poems are indeed just average, what do you think?"

How to prove the previous poems? It is impossible to prove it!

The previous poem is a masterpiece, as everyone knows, how can you, Zhou Yuan, prove it?

Xu Guangchen laughed and said, "If you can prove this, I will jump from here and swim back to the shore."

"Okay!"

Zhou Yuan laughed and said, "You have guts!"