Father can be an enemy to the country

In the flower hall of Chunhe Palace, there is an atmosphere of buying vegetables in a vegetable market.

"So, this is what the palace will discuss?" The prince looked at Song Lian and asked.

"This..." Song Lian said with a constipated look on his face: "Those three reforms also have endless consequences."

"We can't overturn all three reforms, right?" The prince asked with a wry smile: "That would not be a compromise, but an unconditional surrender by my father. Teacher, do you think it is possible?"

"It's impossible." Song Lian shook his head dejectedly and said, "No one can do it."

"Yes, even if I move my mother out, I still can't make my father surrender unconditionally." The prince sighed: "So we still have to compromise."

"Yes." Song Lian nodded helplessly, full of bitterness. "You have to compromise..."

"Then let me put it another way, the three reforms and the Confucius and Mencius affairs, the civil servants have a total of five demands, right?" The prince said solemnly.

"Yes." Song Lian nodded.

"Out of the five things, it would be great if my father could agree to two, right?" the prince asked again.

"..." Song Lian was tangled for a while, but he also knew that if he asked the emperor to agree to three things, it would be equivalent to them defeating the emperor three to two. With Boss Zhu’s temperament of never suffering a loss, he would definitely not be able to agree.

"Having said that, the status of the two saints Confucius and Mencius is a top priority, and this covers two things. Doesn't it mean that we can only admit the three reforms with a pinched nose?"

As he spoke, he let out a long and depressed sigh and said, "In that case, I will be nailed to the pillar of shame in history."

"I believe that history will give the teacher a fair evaluation." The prince comforted him and asked again:

"Then can we put aside the matter of Confucius and Mencius and stop the reform first?"

"Absolutely not possible." Song Lian shook his head without thinking and said: "In Confucianism, we teach by name, and the first thing is to 'rectify the name.' If the name is not correct, the principles are often wrong, and we don't talk about other things."

"Yes, I think so too." The prince sighed softly: "So I said from the beginning that we should go all out to finalize the title, and we will fight for the rest in the future."

"Let's fight again in the future?" Song Lian looked at the prince and tasted his subtext.

In the future, the prince certainly does not refer to the Hongwu Dynasty. Boss Zhu burned incense without changing his word. How dare they go back on their word? That's really the old man eating arsenic - he's tired of living.

Therefore, this future should refer to the future of the kingdom.

'This is a way...' Song Lian pondered, the prince was the hope of the whole village. Shilin pointed out that after he became emperor, he could wipe out the bad luck of the Hongwu Dynasty.

But who knows how long Emperor Hongwu can live. If it takes more than ten or twenty years, it will cost his life. The daylilies will be cold by then.

"Your Highness, it's not that you are old and ignorant," Song Lian sighed, "but that education, imperial examinations, and the official system are all important matters of the country. After ten or eight years of reform, it will be difficult to turn back. I really can't afford to wait..."

"I know, so I told you to take care of it slowly." The prince nodded and reminded him: "Teacher, don't forget, my father has not promised us anything yet."

"Yes." Song Lian nodded nervously.

"If I ask my father to agree to three things, he will only think that I am not of the same mind as him, and I am afraid that I will not agree to even one thing." The prince lowered his face and said in a deep voice:

"So all I can do is help you strive for two things. Any more can only depend on your own abilities."

Song Lian felt strong pressure from the prince, and then suddenly realized that the Zhu Biao in front of him was no longer a good student who obeyed his words, but a determined prince of a country.

If he offends the prince again, he will really be in trouble every day, and no one will help him with these two major things.

He quickly raised his hands and said with solemnity: "Thank you, Your Highness. It would be great if Your Highness can help to reverse these two major issues. I can no longer push my limits and make things difficult for Your Highness."

"It doesn't matter if you make things difficult for me. It's just that some things are too much and I can't do what I can." The prince sighed, picked up his rice bowl, took a bite of the food and said, "Sir, please eat quickly, otherwise it will get cold."

"Hey." Song Lianqiang smiled and picked up the chopsticks, picking up a piece of the fragrant Chinese toon scrambled eggs. When he put it in his mouth, it tasted like chewing wax, and he couldn't taste it at all.

This time it's true.

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After dinner, the master and apprentice had half a cup of tea. Song Lian declined the prince's stay overnight, saying it was too late to disturb him, and left.

The prince knew that he would have to discuss countermeasures with the big scholars all night, so he did not force him to stay. He sent Song Lian to the gate of Chunhe Palace and watched him get in the car before turning back.

Song Lian's eldest grandson, Song Shen, saw this and said proudly: "The prince really respects grandpa from the bottom of his heart."

"Alas..." But he heard Song Lian let out a long sigh, unable to hide his disappointment and said, "I only have respect left."

"..." Song Shen was dumbfounded and did not dare to say more.

The carriage left Chunhe Palace, circled half a circle around the root of the imperial city, and came to Xi'anmen Ertiao Lane. This was the residence given to Song Lian by the emperor back then, so that he could attend the palace every day and give lectures.

Dai Liang, Su Boheng and Hu Han are also here, anxiously waiting for his news. This small courtyard with three entrances has become the command center of Confucianism in the world.

Hearing the sound of the carriage entering the courtyard, Hu and Han hurriedly came out of the house and asked:

"What did the prince say?"

"Would you like to help?"

"..." Song Lian smiled bitterly and said, "Let's talk after we get inside."

After entering the room, he told Hu Han and the three of them the exact conversation he had with the prince tonight. After listening, the three of them looked like they were constipated.

At first glance, it sounds like the negotiation was successful, but upon reflection, it turns out that the actual negotiation was not successful at all.

They didn't know whether they were happy or worried. They looked at each other for a long time, and Dai Liangfang said quietly: "Why do I feel that Grand Historian has been manipulated by the Crown Prince?"

"Yes, all three reforms that are closely related to Shilin have been agreed to." Su Boheng said depressedly: "How will we live in the future?"

"Don't say that. At least the problem of Confucius and Mencius has been solved. It's gratifying." Hu Han hurriedly smoothed things over for fear that Lao Song would be embarrassed.

"Hey, what can I do?" Song Lian said with a sorrowful look on his face like a chrysanthemum brain that smelled of shit: "Leave the problem of the Second Saint unsolved and consider your own interests first? I can't even pass this test myself, let alone Needless to say, Shilin Style Review."

After a pause, he sighed again: "Besides, the Crown Prince is the king and I am the minister. I can only act with emotion and reason, but I cannot force him to do something he doesn't want to do. The Crown Prince thinks that five things can help us fight for it." Returning two items is enough to explain. What can I do?"

"If you talk too much and annoy the prince, you won't even be able to solve the problem of the Second Sage." After Song Lian said it, he gradually became more confident, as if he had solved the problem of the Second Sage.

"You can't just count on me. I only have this little energy. If you want more, you have to find a way on your own."

"Then who can we count on?" the three asked helplessly.

At this time, Song Shen came in and said softly: "Grandpa, Prime Minister Hu is here."