"The Master said: A scholar is determined to be a good person." Jiang Anyi's voice sounded in the academy lecture hall. The lecture hall was filled with students coming to listen to the lecture. Those who came a little later could only stand outside the door and by the window. Everyone was silent, and their soft coughing would cause countless rolls of eyes.

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"A gentleman is poor, but villains are poor and poor." When Jiang Anyi said this, he was filled with emotion. He suddenly remembered that his family was poor and had a lot of debt. At night, he was like a bean. He studied under the lamp, his mother was weaving bamboo baskets, and An Yong and Yan'er were helping. When he was reading this sentence, he felt that although his family was poor, his ambitions for progress should not be reduced, and he would achieve his current success.

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"Therefore, a gentleman is worried about the way and not the poverty. Only by being at peace with poverty can he be abide by the way. He will not change his ambitions, and be good at raising integrity and encourage you." Jiang Anyi ended his speech amid warm applause.

In the setting sun, Jiang Anyi left under the sidewalk of the academy students. Looking back at the towering Wuluo Mountain, the green mountains are still there, and Zechang will last forever. When you beat a horse and whip, life will be happy, and the evening breeze brings coolness. Jiang Anyi has a slightly drunk feeling. You must have the pleasure of life. Funing County is drunk.

Because Zechang Academy recruited new students, students walking on the streets of Funing County held folding fans and dressed in blue shirts, and the restaurant was full of people talking loudly. The exchange of "Zhihu" kept coming to Jiang Anyi's ears.

A group of students flocked to the elegant seat next door, and excitedly talked about the title of Jiang Anyi’s speech at Zechang Academy, "Stand to be at peace with poverty and keep the way." As he spoke, he argued, "The Master said that a gentleman was poor and had a golden house in the book. In the future, he would be able to change his destiny by eating the emperor's fortune." "The key to keeping to be at peace with poverty and keeping the way is to keep the way, not to stick to the poor. Lord Jiang himself was born in poverty, but he eventually became rich with what he learned in the book. This is the role model for our cold family to learn from."

Jiang Anyi stopped the cup and thought. He made a generous speech at Zechang Academy. In fact, the first sentence he said, "A gentleman is determined to be a good person" is the most important. Everyone has different ways of thinking. If you keep your mind at the truth, you don't have to study and take the imperial examination. Brother Guo enjoys making money by merchants, but is not stingy in providing disaster relief, helping students, building bridges and doing good deeds. He is also a gentleman. People like Yuan Decheng, Li Yubo, etc. in Linhua County are loyal to the emperor and loving the people, and are brave enough to do things. There are also gentlemen who have never read books who keep good in their hearts and want to help others when they are not full. Isn't such a person also a gentleman?

Mr. Fan wrote a speech for Huangyang Academy, "Surveying things, achieving knowledge, sincerity, uprightness of the heart, self-cultivation, managing the family, governing the country, and pacifying the world" is the highest pursuit of a gentleman. Jiang Anyi raised his glass and drank it out, breathed a sip of wine, and said with a bit of drunkenness: "Among what Mr. Anyi dares not forget, and he should encourage him in this life."

At the beginning of Hai, the noise in the inn gradually became quiet. Jiang Anyi sat cross-legged on the bed and slowly regulating his breath. The wine was emitted with the flow of true energy, and the strong fragrance of wine was scattered in the room. The footsteps were noisy and loud. Jiang Anyi got up and pushed the window. The moonlight poured into the house like water, as bright as frost.

The footsteps actually stopped in front of his door and knocked softly. Jiang Anyi frowned. He thought the inn was noisy and moved into the inn, but he didn't want to reveal his identity. At this time, he came to knock on the door and must have come to find him. I don't know who is so powerful.

The middle-aged man outside the door had a white face as white as jade, three wisps of black beard, wearing a white silk shirt, and holding a folding fan in his hand, looking very familiar. Jiang Anyi was thinking about who this person was, and the man smiled and said, "After more than ten years of separation, Anyi couldn't recognize me anymore. I was in vain to see you at night."

A man like an iron tower appeared behind the man. Seeing the beard like a steel needle, Jiang Anyi immediately remembered who it was. The middle-aged man was Shi Fangdao, the prince of Anyang, who was the prince of Anyang. Four years ago, the old king of Anyang, Shi Zhiming, passed away. The emperor gave his kindness. The prince Shi Fangdao inherited the position of Anyang King without any reduction. The strong man like an iron tower was Wei Mengqiang.

"The prince is here, and Jiang really dares not be the one. The prince invites you, General Wei, please." Jiang Anyi was solemnly beside Yanke. He smelled the smell of wine in the room, Shi Fangdao smiled and said, "You must have fun in life. Don't let the golden cup face the moon empty. Anyi returned to Zechang Academy and was full of excitement. It seems that he drank a lot."

Jiang Anyi blushed and said ashamed: "An Yi was so proud that he made the prince laugh."

"Young man is not frivolous. An Yi, you are just thirty years old. You are proud of your achievements today." Shi Fangdao opened the folding fan and drove away the smell of wine in the house. Jiang Anyi brought a chair to invite the two of you to sit in. A large group of people entered the store just now. The guy knew that a big man had come, so he didn't have to ask for a good tea to make fragrant tea and served it.

"How did the prince know that Jiang is here?" Jiang Anyi had nothing to say. As a court official, it was taboo to meet the prince of Jufan in private.

Shi Fangdao smiled and said, "What? An Yi is afraid that the Censor will sue you for a lawsuit and make friends with the vassal kings, which will ruin your future. If you think so, I will leave now."

The prince was very fond of his own eyes. He once entrusted his righteous brother and An Yong to the Anyang Palace. He should not forget his roots, let alone a gentleman who is open and honest. Since Shi Fangdao came to him, why should he shrink back and act like a villain? At most, he would report to the emperor afterwards.

Thinking of this, Jiang Anyi smiled and said, "I asked Jiang to go to find the prince to have some concerns, but if the prince comes to find Jiang, wouldn't it be rude if Jiang stayed behind closed doors? The prince has kindness and personal friendship to Jiang. If a friend arrives on the moonlit night, wouldn't it be a pleasure for the master to say it?"

"Hahaha", Shi Fangdao laughed loudly. Wei Mengqiang also smiled on his face, and Jiang Anyi's words showed sincerity and openness. His true nature was still there. Such a person is worth a visit from the prince.

"Someone copied what Lord Jiang said in Zechang Academy, "Stay at the poverty and keep the way." The prince said after seeing it, and he was happy and rushed to see you without even having dinner." Wei Mengqiang said.

"An Yi, I like the poem you chanted when you entered Zechang Academy. Come and see." As he said that, Shi Fangdao spread his face "brush" and the ink was dripping on the light golden fan, and the ten words "The clouds are as clear as the moon, and the water is as cool as autumn." Shi Fangdao smiled and said, "This sentence is great love, and it is the same as my intention. I learned that it was An Yi who did it, so how could I not come to see you? These ten words are my personal letter. Looking at the free and unrestrained style, it is actually the most proud thing in recent years."

Jiang Anyi was deeply moved and said, "The prince is in love with him, and Anyi is really grateful."

Shi Fangdao held up the tea ceremony: "I am here to talk about old friendship, talk about the romantic and romantic things, not other things. An Yi, I have collected the poems you have made into a book and wrote them. I forgot to bring you a book in a hurry when I came here. Why haven't you seen your masterpiece in the past three years? I have heard many people say that you have finished your talents. Now that the King of Japan comes, you have to appreciate your face and write a poem for me to take it back and hit those people in the face."

This Anyang King gave Jiang Anyi the feeling of being bathed in spring breeze, and his words were filled with concern. If it was hindered by Shi Fangdao's identity, being friendly with such a person would be a pleasure in life. While moved, Jiang Anyi thought that Anyang Prefecture was forty miles away from Zechang Academy, and from leaving Zechang Academy to King Anyang, he appeared from just over two hours. The King of Anyang was very familiar with his eyes and ears.

How to repay my confidant? Only wine and poetry. Jiang Anyi came to the table and held his pen in his hand. He lived in the upper room, and there was a pen ink in the room. Shi Fangdao stood up and came to Jiang Anyi and saw him writing hard on the paper. "On the fifteenth day of July, I returned from Zechang Academy. A friend visited at night. The bright moon was like water, which shone with feelings. It was a poem to express his gratitude. After the new rain in the empty mountains, the weather came late. The bright moon shone among the pines, and the clear spring flowed on the stones. The bamboos were noisy and the lotus moved down the fishing boat. The spring fragrance was at will, and the princes could stay."

Shi Fangdao recited it softly several times, murmured: "The bright moon, clear spring, green bamboo, and red lotus, is so quiet and indifferent. This poem describes the king's intentions. Indulge in poetry and wine and sends the countryside. It is what I like, a rich and idle person. An Yi, thanks you, and value me, a useless prince, so much."

He signaled Wei Mengqiang to put away the poems on the table. Shi Fangdao put the folding fan on the table and smiled and said, "Come on the fun and return with all your fun. If you have the chance in the future, come and cook wine and talk about poetry. An Yi, Shi said goodbye."

After saying that, Shi Fangdao turned around and strode away without waiting for Jiang Anyi to stay. Wei Mengqiang bowed to Jiang Anyi and followed him away. His steps were in a hurry, and the horse's hooves were rippling. The King of Anyang came and went in a hurry.

Although the city gate was closed, it was impossible for the King of Anyang. More than a dozen riders called to open the city gate and returned to Anyang Mansion in the moonlight. They ran five or six miles away. The stone road slowed down the horse's hooves. Wei Mengqiang asked in confusion: "Prince, why did you leave without saying a few words when you saw Jiang Anyi? You took two hours to come here just to see Jiang Anyi?"

Shi Fangdao sighed lightly: "Jiang Anyi has the talent of a national scholar. If he can use it for me, what is the difficulty of me searching for me? Looking at people from poetry, the meaning of nobility in the poem is fully demonstrated. Since he regards this king as a friend, why should I force others to force others? What's more, I will definitely not hide it from Longwei when I visit the inn at night. I don't care whether this step of leisure chess is good or bad, don't worry about him."

The vassal kings left the garrison and naturally had Long Guards to investigate. Moreover, Shi Fangdao went in and out of Funing City and asked the city gate to open the city gate to show the prince's seal. Even if Long Guard was stupid, he knew that the purpose of Shi Fangdao's trip was to see Jiang Anyi who had returned from the speech of Zechang Academy. Shi Fangdao said that playing leisurely not only enhanced the relationship with Jiang Anyi, but also added some congestion to the emperor's heart. As for good or bad, success or failure, planting a seed, who knows what he would gain.

Wei Mengqiang shook his head in confusion and muttered: "Scholars have so many intestines. I, Old Wei, can't understand. It's better to practice more and practice more and do your hands happily."
Chapter completed!