"Your Majesty, Chunyu Pushe is asking for a visit." Zhao Ling had just dealt with Xi Wenyan and the others, and Chunyu Yue was waiting outside Zhangtai Palace. "Three of you go back to clean up and prepare to leave the city." Zhao Ling didn't want to talk nonsense to them anymore, and he was talking about this. If they still wanted to do whatever they wanted, don't blame him for being really unkind and righteous. Xi Wenyan and the others respectfully saluted Zhao Ling, and then retreated. Meng Wu stood there and had no intention of leaving. Zhao Ling quickly smiled at Meng Wu: "It's me that I'm negligent. Mr. Meng asked for a seat, come and serve good tea for the general." Those standing outside Zhangtai Palace were all servants who had been following Zhao Ling from Sanchuan County. When he heard Zhao Ling shouting good tea, he quickly started preparing. "Please Chunyu Pushe." Chunyu Yue had been waiting in Zhangtai Palace for a while. When he saw Xi Wenyan and the others coming out of Zhangtai Palace with a strange look, he did not dare to ask more questions, but just tried to avoid their gaze. But when these three people looked at him, they clearly showed a more bizarre smile on their faces, which made Chunyu Yue feel a bad premonition. Xi Wenyan and the other three walked together, and after walking for a while, when there was no one around.
Meng Weiran asked in a low voice: "Brother Xi, what do you think Chunyu Yue is looking for... Your Majesty?" Xi Wenyan smiled coldly: "Either resign or surrender. At most, try whether you can make Your Majesty reuse Confucianism. With Your Majesty's character today, if he makes the third choice, he will definitely regret it." "Do you think Your Majesty will value Confucianism?" "This is not accurate. Your Majesty makes me unable to understand more than the First Emperor." Xi Wenyan sighed, "Maybe he can use it, who knows?" Bai Qi frowned slightly, "Then we..." Xi Wenyan quickly interrupted what he was about to say: "The loyalty of the three major clans to Your Majesty is to be seen. Since Your Majesty asked us to open the warehouse and release the grain, then we should do our best and don't let the emperor down." Meng Weiran and Bai Qi could only nod their heads repeatedly. The three old foxes were full of worries and left the palace all the way, secretly weighing the pros and cons. Chunyu Yue walked into Zhangtai Palace and saw Meng Wu sitting aside. He nodded slightly to Meng Wu as saying hello, and then bowed to Zhao Ling: "Your Majesty, Chunyu Yue is in good health, and I am afraid that he can no longer serve Your Majesty. , I also asked Your grace to descend, and Yun Chun and Yu Yue resigned and returned home." Meng Wu turned a deaf ear to Chunyu Yue's words. He is Fusu's teacher. Now that the second prince is in power, he is already kind to not kill him. What the second young master did these two times clearly wanted to replace the old ministers in the court. He just said that he would rule the country according to law and probably would not reuse Confucianism. Chunyu Yue is ill, and the second young master should be allowed to go back to his hometown to farm. Zhao Ling glanced at Chunyu Yue, but said, "I see Chunyu Pushe's face is rosy, and she doesn't seem to be in trouble." "Your dear is a heart disease, right? Why don't you wait two days before Mr. Fusu returns to Xianyang to reunite with his master and disciple." Zhao Ling did not wait for Chunyu Yue to speak, but opened a wooden box next to him and took out a paper book from it." The book of the quality line is written, "I love the way of Confucian sages. I have been idle in Sanchuan County over the years. I have sorted out Confucianism, made some notes, and some of my own understanding. Chunyu Pushe has Are you interested in checking it out for me?” Chunyu Yue was stunned when he saw Zhao Ling taking out a thread to order a paper book in his hand. What is this? Zhao Ling placed the printed "The Analects of Confucius" on the table, and a servant next to him picked up the "The Analects of Confucius" and handed it to Chunyu Yue with both hands. Chunyu Yue took this not-so-thick book "The Analects of Confucius". When he tentatively turned back a page, he saw a thin piece of paper full of dense words, and he had not seen what he had written clearly. What, my body seemed to be struck by lightning, and I stood there, trembling violently. The carriers of the Qin Dynasty's writings were mostly bamboo slips and wooden slips. As the saying goes, five carts are well-educated. How many words are there for the ox carts filled with bamboo slips and wooden slips? Chunyu Yue carefully stroked the Analects of Confucius, the paper was soft and white, as if it was born to use it for inheriting the sages.
Zhao Ling dared to bet that even if he gave Chunyu Yue a hundred beauties, their temptation is not as good as the one in the corner of the Analects of Confucius. Chunyu Yue was extremely excited, but his movements were carefully and meticulous, turning them gently, for fear that he would accidentally damage the supreme treasure. The Analects of Confucius was printed by Zhao Ling using printing techniques, and it also contains his own comments on each sentence. Chunyu Yue stood there, flipping carefully, forgetting the time, the place, and what he was here to do. Meng Wu and Zhao Ling's tea were served. Zhao Ling didn't bother Chunyu Yue, so he savored tea quietly. Meng Wu also frowned secretly when he saw Chunyu Yue's condition, and he didn't know what was good about it. Isn't "The Analects of Confucius" written by his Confucian Confucius?? Is Chunyu Yue reading the Analects of Confucius for the first time? He was so excited that he looked like this. He looks like he has never seen the world before. Meng Wu glanced at Chunyu Yue with some disgust, then picked up the tea and drank it clean. Um? What tea soup? It seems to be a bit delicious... The servant next to him poured another cup of tea for Meng Wu. Chunyu Yue looked at it for a long time, and Zhao Ling felt urinating when he drank tea. Then he coughed lightly and asked, "Chunyu Push, are you sick better? Do you still need to go back to your hometown to recuperate?" Chunyu Yue looked up in a daze, looked at Zhao Ling, gently closed the book, knelt on his knees, gathered the Analects of Confucius to his head, his voice choked with a hint of sob: "Your Majesty! I don't know that Your Majesty is familiar with the Confucian sages, every The comments made people feel very touched. This... I don’t know what I said, and I hope to serve Your Majesty all year round." After saying that, I bowed! "puff!" The tea that Meng Wugang drank couldn't help but spray it out. What's going on? Chunyu Yue was afraid that Yu Jianbing had surrendered to Zhao Ling before, and he could see that. Now he was prostrating his body and still saying such words? Haven’t Confucian disciples always been arrogant? Where is your arrogance? Zhao Ling smiled with satisfaction and said, "The thing in my hand is called a paper book, and the words on it were printed by me in a special way. This is a book. If the country is rich and the people are strong, I can print tens of thousands of books a day. , even 100,000 volumes, used to educate the people. What do you think?” Chunyu Yue recalled what Zhao Ling said in front of the palace again. Establish your mind for heaven and earth, establish your destiny for the living and the people, carry forward your unique knowledge for the past sages, and bring peace to the ages. He thought that this book was very expensive, and even this one was the only one in the world. He knelt on Zhao Ling because he saw from the lines that Zhao Ling really read the "Analects of Confucius" carefully, and he might reuse Confucianism. When Zhao Ling heard that he would print ten thousand books, or even hundreds of thousands, in one day, to educate the people...
Chunyu Yue couldn't stand up at all with his bent waist. At this time, he no longer wanted to Fusu. Maybe Fusu is very good, but if what Zhao Ling said is true, then Fusu will be bad...