The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Liu Jian's expression is stable, but his heart is ... chaotic ...

is it wrong?

There was a lingering question in his mind.

If it was Liu Jian thirty years ago, perhaps there would be no such doubt, he would even jump out and blame Wang Shouren with awe.

But now ... through the ups and downs of the eternal sea, after seeing so many things, deep in his heart, it is useless to know that the Analects.

but……

He naturally couldn't learn from Wu Shizhong. After all, he was a decent person, and he was the first and first minister of the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, he was silent, but only in the bottom of his heart, the seed of doubt cast by Wang Shouren was deeply rooted in his heart.

Just about to enter the sedan chair, Liu Jie suddenly said: "Father ..."

"Huh?" Liu Jian sat in the sedan chair and did not knock down the sedan curtain, but looked at Liu Jie.

Liu Jie said: "The old book on persuading farmers to read it was very reasonable, but today it is ridiculous to listen to Mr. Wang."

"Oh." Liu Jian responded lightly, but his heart was sour. If he didn't care about the image of a kind father and minister's style, Liu Jian really wanted to give this incompetent son a big ear scraper.

Can you talk about persuasion?

"It's exhausting to plow down today ..." Liu Jie talked about his feelings after being silent for a moment. "Although he was exhausted, he now feels very fulfilling, as if he is no longer as useless as before." . "

"It's useless to read at home?" Liu Jian said with a frown.

Liu Jie thought for a while and said, "While reading is useful and much more readable, it is getting more and more confused. Did your father see that Zhu Xiucai? Zhu Xiucai repeatedly answered Mr. Wang ’s questions, but repeatedly pointed at the key points. It's really admirable. He was so young that he was so knowledgeable that his son was not as good as him. "

"..." Liu Jian's face was a little unsightly already: "He wanted to come, and he only read an Analects."

"This is not the case. Didn't Zhao Pu become a generation of virtue based on half of the Analects?" Liu Jie's face was a bit ashamed, saying: "The son means that his son is forty years old, and he is famous. Unfinished, there is not even the body of the people up to now, it is really ashamed of the ancestors, and even more ashamed of the father, the son read a lot of books in the study, but the more you read, even a young showman is not as good, and I feel more self-confident. "

"Here, his son learned farming. After one day, he knew that farming had such a great knowledge. His son admired Mr. Wang, and even more admired Mr. Wang ’s teacher. Naturally, his son was dull and did not know what they said. Right or wrong, but the son has nothing to do, then you may wish to learn more from them ... "

Liu Jie's expression is serious, he takes it seriously.

He feels that today is very fulfilling. Although he is physically and mentally exhausted, he feels better than Seongil sitting in a study room.

He didn't know whether Wang Fuzi was right or not, probably because his qualifications were dull.

But what does it matter?

After today, he had a new consciousness in his heart, and leaned over to do a little thing, even if it was only a trivial matter, it was better than Chengri in jail.

He only hit a talent, but because of a father like Liu Jian, his life has been under his aura. This kind of pressure is not something ordinary people can imagine.

Therefore, he looked at his father without saying a word, with hope in his eyes.

Liu Jian's feeling at this time was that his son was grasping the lapel of Lao Tzu, and then he bowed left and right, raising his hands to fan.

Face ... hurts.

But Liu Jian's temperament is used to the collapse of Taishan and his color does not change. He only understates the truth: "Oh, this is from your original heart, so you can't be stopped by your father."

"Thank you father." Liu Jie exulted.

"But ..." Liu Jian was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "You must keep one thing in mind."

Because of his joy, Liu Jie said with a smile on his face: "I don't know what else my father teaches ..."

Looking at his son's joy, Liu Jian sighed in his heart, closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Don't tell others outside, because the father is your father, even if the person recognizes it, he must die."

Liu Jie did not object, but nodded in a very real way: "Son knows."

Liu Jian then pulled down the car curtain.

Sitting in the sedan chair, he couldn't help feeling. Fortunately, the court appointed Cheng Zhuli as the necessary commentary for the imperial examination. If not, the readers in this world are afraid to mess up.

The kid of Fang Jifan was really afraid that the world wouldn't be chaotic. He launched this Wang Shouren, and I don't know how big the waves would be.

My own son ... not upset.

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At this time, Fang Jifan yawned.

Is someone scolding yourself?

In fact, Fang Jifan was not lazy. He also wanted to go to Xishan to see his lovely potatoes. The role of this potato is much stronger than sweet potatoes. Not only is the yield high, but it is more suitable as a staple food.

What's more scary is that the potato has a short growth cycle. With the same yield per mu, the potatoes can be cooked at least twice a year. No matter how amazing the sweet potatoes are, they are not opponents of potatoes.

It's just ... Wang Shouren went to lecture today, and Fang Jifan didn't want to join in the excitement.

Although for Wang Shouren, he is his professional teacher, it is because of his instructions that he was able to understand the truth.

Actually, Fang Jifan doesn't think so. Wang Shouren is like an active volcano. The huge power contained in it is always ready to erupt. And such a person only needs to have a certain variable in his life path. His thoughts, nature Will gradually begin to take shape.

Fang Jifan is just this variable.

Although it is claimed that the two worlds are human, it seems to look farther than the ancients, but in theory, Fang Jifan is far worse than Wang Shouren.

As for the many thoughts of the previous life, let alone Fang Jifan is only half-knowledge, but even if he is really proficient, and the theory is too advanced, it may bring greater harm to society.

How did Wang Mang's new system end, this is a lesson.

In theory, the content of Wang Mang's new system was put in the Ming Dynasty, and it was considered advanced.

Fang Jifan is a moral person. This is undoubtedly, even if thousands of people deny it, Fang Jifan himself knows that he is similar to Wang Xue. No matter what he does is lacking in virtue, he still has a conscience in his heart. , Adhere to his moral bottom line.

Therefore, he was reluctant to join in the excitement, so that those who came to ask for advice saw himself, and believed that Wang Shouren's thoughts were entirely his own.

This honor should have belonged to Wang Shouren, and naturally he should let him shine.

Fang Jifan has already made up his mind. In his future life, he will not mention anything about the unity of knowledge and action, hum, let you see what is called the Three Views and what is called Deyi Shuangxin Fang Teacher.

The only thing that made Fang Jifan uncomfortable was His Royal Highness.

Although it was Fang Jifan's suggestion to His Royal Highness Prince Xishan, he was a little relieved at heart. Letting His Royal Highness learn from Wang Shouren, would it be ... a bad thing?

This little Zhu student is indeed not very reliable, but he is eager to change the impression of the emperor.

Not to mention, the matter is up to now, let him be, it's messed up ... it is Liu Jin's instigation. Anyway, Liu Jin is also used to blaming the crown prince, and there is no difference between being alive and dying, as a guy Dead eunuchs are worth even if they die for the prince.

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Early in the morning the next morning, when dawn came out, Zhu Houzhao was happily wearing a nylon scarf and wearing a Confucian shirt, ready to rush to Xishan.

Mr. Wang Muxiu is on the third day. This is the next day. Such a great learning opportunity should not be missed. It is said that he is going to mine today.

Zhu Houzhao was very excited. Compared with other readers, in his view, with his strong physique, those people could hardly beat any one. Yesterday, when he was farming, he won Mr. Wang ’s praise. , Double that of other scholars.

This is his strength.

Of course, confidence is very important, and is exaggerated by Mr. Wang every day. Little Zhu Xiucai is now the best among the scholars and has a great sense of accomplishment.

He took Liu Jin, and Liu Jin had already arranged dozens of bright and dark whistle, mainly for the protection along the way, when Xishan, the defense can be relaxed, after all, the full name of the place is Yulinwei Tuntian Qianhu Office, Counting, it is also stationed in the ban.

Zhu Houzhao backed his hands and urged Liu Jin. Liu Jin trot forward and smiled: "His Royal Highness, where do you want to eat some breakfast ..."

"Don't eat." Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "The world's delicious food is not as good as steamed cakes. Compared with steamed cakes, other foods have no appetite, hurry!"

"..." Liu Jin felt incredible. When he first entered the palace, it was because his family couldn't eat the steamed cakes that were difficult to swallow. Thinking of eating steamed cakes for a living in the future, it would be better to cut it clean and have white rice anyway. Eat.

Zhu Houzhao has turned his horse.

But at this time, someone hurriedly said, "His Royal Highness, Highness ..."

Zhu Houzhao rode on the horse, looking back, it was Zhan Shi Yang Tinghe, and Young Zhan Shi Wang Hua.

The two came together with deep concern.

Although it is Mid-Autumn Muxiu ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ can be used as the official and deputy reading officer of the East Palace, but it can not be Muxiu.

Yesterday, they waited for a full day in Ming Lun Tang, and they did not see the prince coming to study. Today, they are paying attention. If the prince does not take the initiative, he will block him.

"Oh, the two masters are good." Zhu Hou looked at the two masters with a fearless face.

Yang Ting and Zheng Sedao said: "Why didn't your Highness come to study? Although it's Mid-Autumn Festival, the crown prince is the future prince. Reading can only make sense, but if you don't study, you can't do anything. Your Highness must not be fooling."

Zhu Houzhao sat on the horse and thought for a while: "The knowledge of this palace is already very deep. Even Mr. Wang said that the unusual readers of this palace are comparable. They have already understood the truth of the saint. What else can they learn?"

Yang Ting and the original are still barely smiling, after all, they are facing the Crown Prince, he is a prince, he is a subject.

"Which Mr. Wang ..."

Zhu Houzhao sat on the high-headed horse, looked down at the two masters, and blurted out without hesitation: "Mr. Wang Shouren ..."