Chapter 37 037. Qin Dynasty Xianyang Palace

Xianyang Palace of the Qin Dynasty

Before, Master Fusu, who was known as the most desirable and unrivaled young master in the world, no longer had the gentle and elegant temperament he had. At this moment, he was working hard at his desk with red eyes.

If you listen closely, you can hear him mumbling, "Is it the Analects or the Lunyu?

Why is there such a big difference? "

“The Master said: If you know the way to your home in the morning, you will die in the evening.

This is not what my teacher taught me. What went wrong?
Since you are here, you should be buried here.

Confucius said: If you know it, you know it; if you don’t know it, you don’t know it. Is that knowing or not?

So, what he means is that you know what you should know, and you don’t know what you shouldn’t know. Do you understand?

I know where your parents live, so don't try to run away. If you do, I will bring you back.

A gentleman cannot be respected if he is not serious. A gentleman needs to be serious when he takes action, otherwise he cannot establish his prestige. "

Was it wrong? Fusu fell into self-doubt.

He has been rewriting these books in small seal script these past two days, but today he encountered a huge problem.

At first, he thought that he was hallucinating due to fatigue and that it was all his imagination. But he rubbed his eyes several times and the same thing still came out of his writing.

He didn't even notice that Ying Zheng, who was kneeling at the top, put down the bamboo slips in his hand and looked over here several times.

"Fusu, is there anything troubling you?" After all, he was his eldest son whom he had high hopes for. He was annoyed by some of his character flaws, but he also felt a little reluctant to see him like this.

Ying Zheng was thinking, was he being pushed too hard? Was he being given too many things to do?

This child is so honest. He didn't even tell me he was tired. Look, he has rubbed his eyes until they are red.

"I'm tired these days, how about taking a rest?"

Fusu quickly stood up and saluted, "Sir, Fusu is not tired, but I am a little confused about this booklet."

Fusu was holding a small book with a picture of a strong man with bare muscular chest.

Ying Zheng was very curious. After all, there were too many books for people from later generations to teach him. He just took a quick look at them and handed them over to Fusu to deal with personally.

He also knew that this was a huge workload, but after dealing with Li Si and Zhao Gao, Ying Zheng's trust in these officials was reduced.

What he is doing now is to hurry up and finish reading the memorial, and then help to deal with it when the time comes.

"Send it up."

There were only the two of them, father and son, in the entire hall now. Ying Zheng leaned back casually and said.

"Yes," Fusu's serious response made Ying Zheng sigh.

When he saw the booklet and translation presented by Fusu, he was a little surprised and looked up at him.

"Fusu wrote everything according to the comparison table," Fusu's face flushed, and he felt ashamed of his teacher's teachings.

"Then are you sure that what Chunyu Yue taught you is right?" Ying Zheng is now becoming more and more disgusted with the Confucian Chunyu. He originally wanted to let the Confucianist and Legalist school stabilize the court, so he let him teach the eldest son.

But what did he do to teach Fusu? Not only did he become more and more pedantic, but he also went against him and proposed the feudal system. Then what did he want to do by unifying the six kingdoms?

I think people in later generations also know what kind of person Fusu is. Is this specially prepared for him? Look, this kid is confused. Ying Zheng flipped through it and found that the first page recorded Confucius, a Shandong man with a height of 2.21 meters, who had more than 3000 disciples and brought 72 wise disciples with him when he went out. There were even a few disciples who were once wild people. Then he talked to you about reason and said that you should win people over with virtue. Do you listen?
Ying Zheng couldn't help but ask Fusu, "If you meet a Confucius like this, what would you do?"

Fusu was completely confused. Imagining himself surrounded by such a group of big men, he said softly, "This is definitely not right..."

It is not known whether Fusu meant that the description here was wrong, or that Confucius should not bring so many people to scare people.

When Ying Zheng saw the annotations below: At thirty, a man is established; at forty, he is free from doubts; at fifty, he understands the will of Heaven; at sixty, one's ears are obedient, he smiled.

At the age of thirty, it takes thirty people for me to stand up and fight.

At forty, I have no doubts. I have no doubts when I fight forty people.

At fifty, one knows the destiny: I will beat fifty people until they know who the destiny is.

……

When Fusu heard the muffled laughter, he no longer cared about the relationship between father and son, monarch and subject. He looked up at Ying Zheng in disbelief. How long has it been since you laughed like this, sir?

Do you also think these are outrageous?
"These are not random writings by Fusu. Fusu has checked them several times and doesn't know where the problem is."

How did these quotations become like this?

"I think there is some truth in this," Ying Zheng coughed lightly, not forgetting that he was the first emperor and must have dignity. "Can you tell me what is wrong with this?"

Fusu was stunned, "Sir, you know that this is wrong."

"Then tell me what's wrong?"

Fusu was speechless, and Ying Zheng did not embarrass him. He returned his translation to Uncle Hu and said, "People in later generations must have given these with deep meanings. Now I understand a little bit."

Fusu: "..." But his son didn't understand anything.

Ying Zheng waved his hand and told him to continue his work. This stupid head really annoyed him. "Sometimes use your brain and change your way of thinking. Don't let Chunyu Yue and his bunch of stupid scholars corrupt you all the time."

The Qin Dynasty had just unified the country, and the remnants of the six kingdoms were still eyeing it covetously. If severe punishments were not used at this time and the feudal system was implemented, even if Fusu came to power, how many generations could his Qin Dynasty last?

It was a pity that he couldn't find a suitable candidate among his sons, and Fusu was considered the most outstanding one among them.

As for those princesses, Ying Zheng shook his head and looked down at the memorials. He decided to take advantage of his current health to lay a solid foundation for future generations.

Outside the hall, Chunyu Yue stared at the guards outside the hall. Ever since Jing Ke's last assassination attempt, the guards here were equipped with weapons. Even if they were not armed, he would not dare to break in by force as the tyrant was still inside.

"Master, have you not come out these days?" He is Master Fusu's teacher and the hope of Confucianism. As long as Master Fusu ascends the throne of Emperor Qin, that will be the day for their Confucianism to come to prominence.

Chunyu Yue was particularly satisfied with the Fusu he had taught, because under his persuasion, the eldest prince also advocated enfeoffment, hoping that His Majesty would implement benevolent policies.

But since Prince Fusu was summoned into the palace by His Majesty a few days ago, they have not received any news at all.

He wanted to meet with Prince Fusu, but encountered many obstacles and couldn't even pass on the message.

Today he could no longer sit still, and came to the outside of the hall early, but was told not to get close, or even make a noise, otherwise he would be killed.

He had been thinking of making a big scene by relying on his status as the eldest son, but when he heard that this was the order of the First Emperor, he blushed and endured it.

Chun Yuyue became more anxious, and Yue Ju blurted out, "I wonder if the eldest master is okay?"

(End of this chapter)