Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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"You...you say such a thing, it's like disgrace to the door!"

Unwillingly, Wang Hua continued to growl at Wang Shouren: "That's why Xunzi is sanctified, Cheng Zhu is sanctified, and you can enjoy the Confucian Temple...how can you..."

Before Wang Hua could finish speaking, Wang Shouren interrupted sharply: "It's wrong again!"

"..." Wang Hua's body trembled. He looked at his son who was so excited that he couldn't contain it, but Wang Shouren said loudly: "Confucius and Mencius are not alive, who can say that Cheng Zhu is a saint?"

"..."

Wang Hua tried his best to support the desk with his hands.

Cheng Zhu is not a saint...

Cheng Zhu is not a saint...

"But all scholars in the world recognize Cheng Zhu!" Wang Hua blew on his beard, and if it wasn't his own child, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Wang Shouren smiled, and said with a big smile: "Haha, I'm still wrong. Scholars think he is a saint, so are they saints? I am also a scholar. I think Fang Jifan is a saint. Can I carry my teacher into the Confucius Temple? The saint is dead. If a saint doesn't call him holy, what right does he have to call himself holy?"

Wang Hua pointed at Wang Shouren with wide-eyed eyes: "You..."

Wang Shouren continued: "But the sages think that Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs, so he thinks that Shennong is a sage. I dare to ask Shennong who doesn't know Cheng Zhu, or even the Analects of Confucius, and doesn't know what it is. Then, why did Confucius worship Shennong?"

"..."

"Cangjie doesn't know what the Four Books and Five Classics are, or what the Analects of Confucius is, but why does Confucius regard him as a sage?"

"..."

"Yao and Shun's achievements are only flood control, and they have never read Cheng Zhu, so why did Confucius think they were sages?"

"..."

"This is because they have implemented a benevolent government. They have benevolent thoughts in their hearts, and they are quick to act, and they have saved countless people. What they have done with their bows and heads is enough to be passed down through the ages, and even the sage Confucius sighed. I have a lot of admiration for them. The sages of Confucius admired them not because they wrote books and said how much knowledge they studied, but because they controlled the water, they cured them, and they created characters, so that the ancestors benefited. He is a real sage. But holding a book of Analects and reading it all day long, the so-called cold window of ten years, with one’s ears closed to the outside world, isn’t it ridiculous? Can a sage pay homage to such a person?”

"Have the saints ever regarded those rotten Confucians as sages? The truth is that you don't need to study the so-called Confucian principles at all. You only need to know that the saints advocate benevolence, righteousness and propriety. This is enough. The unity of knowledge and action is the most important thing. In practice, whether it is a great benevolent government or a small help to others, these are all virtues. Father, you are wrong, very wrong. There are 30,000 volumes of books in the study of the Wang family, but in my opinion, as long as you keep It is useless to keep one Analects of Confucius, and the others are just misleading people!"

Wang Hua was stunned.

He scolded: "Naughty beast." After saying that, he actually raised the inkstone on the case, and wanted to knock it down, but he raised his hand halfway, but he was hanging in the air with tears streaming down his face, unable to knock it down.

This...is my own flesh and blood.

Tears flooded down from Wang Hua's eyes, and he choked up speechlessly. Finally, his hands dropped limply, and the inkstone also fell to the ground, splitting into two with a bang.

"You... let my father down so much." Wang Hua choked up, not daring to cry, for fear that all the crying would make him, a father, lose the last bit of majesty.

After saying that, he turned around in a daze, and staggered out of the study.

But as soon as Wang Hua came out of the study, he suddenly rushed to the kitchen like a swift leopard, and directly brought out a kitchen knife!

I saw him holding a kitchen knife, his eyes were red, and the winged hat on his head was crooked when he was on duty, and he looked disheveled.

When the steward of the mansion saw him, he quickly hugged him by the waist, and yelled in shock: "Master, master, what's wrong with you? What's the matter... come here, come here."

Wang Hua burst into tears, and his eyes became brighter red. Obviously, he is a gentleman, and he has always stayed away from the cook, so the knife in his hand danced in the air without any rules. He, who has always been well-trained, now has a hideous face: "Fang Jifan ..."

He yelled towards the sky: "I, Wang Hua, want to tear your body into thousands of pieces, you will mislead my son, you will harm my son, you will be inferior to pigs and dogs, you will be no different from beasts..."

…………

Fang Jifan, who was at home, sneezed suddenly and touched his nose subconsciously.

It was evening at this time, and just after dinner, a group of disciples gathered together like stars holding the moon, and praised him for his profound knowledge without hesitation.

The ancients, except for the indescribable things, did not have any entertainment activities, so they ate and drank enough, with a pair of fragrant tea in hand, went to the hall, and were praised by all the stars of their disciples. Very comfortable.

But this sneeze made Fang Jifan couldn't help rubbing his sore nose again and again. He felt a little weird, and sighed, "Someone seems to be scolding me? Or is something going wrong?"

But at this moment, the door rushed in impatiently: "It's not good, it's not good, young master, someone has come to the palace, someone has come..."

Fang Jifan suddenly woke up... and knew something was wrong.

How is it like... There are always people who have a grudge against me, whoever provokes whom?

People coming to the palace at this time must have happened. It's dark now. Once it gets dark, the palace gates will be closed. If there is no major incident, why can't we leave it until tomorrow?

Sure enough, a eunuch was walking quickly

He came in, walked up to Fang Jifan out of breath, took a look at Fang Jifan, and immediately said: "Uncle Xinjian, your majesty is here to invite you."

"..."

Empress?

In the middle of the night, the empress asked me to go?

Fang Jifan felt that the eunuch was teasing him.

"Which lady?"

The eunuch said with a straight face, "You two ladies."

two? That is the Empress Dowager and Queen Zhang...

Fang Jifan was even more confused.

He didn't dare to be negligent, something happened, sure enough something happened, the two concubines summoned in the middle of the night, it was so unusual, if nothing happened, he would go to hell.

Without hesitation, he hurriedly followed the eunuch to the Meridian Gate, but at this time, the Meridian Gate was closed, and the guards on the tower hung down a basket.

Fang Jifan tugged the long rope on the basket, vigilant in his heart, couldn't help but looked at the eunuch beside him and said: "You won't harm me, are you sure this rope is not secure? Forget it, I am a loyal minister, and I am not afraid of death. "

Bite the bullet and put on the basket, and was hoisted into Miyagi.

All the way, he was led to the Nuan Pavilion.

Snapper?

In the middle of the night... His Majesty still hasn't gone back to rest? But aren't the two empresses summoned? How did you come to the warm pavilion?

I saw that the outside of the Nuan Pavilion was already brightly lit.

The three grand scholars of the cabinet are also here, with sullen faces, hands behind their backs, and sighing.

Xiao Jing and several eunuchs were on the other side, taking care of the Empress Dowager carefully.

Empress Zhang and Zhu Houzhao stood together, and Zhu Houzhao looked sad.

In addition, there are Zhang Heling, Marquis of Shouning, and Zhang Yanling, Uncle Jianchang.

As for the others, I will tell you in person, but since Marquis Shou Ning and Uncle Jian Chang have both come, I think the others are also relatives.

In the middle of the night, what's the trick?

As soon as they saw Fang Jifan coming, immediately, people cheered and surrounded him.

This posture startled Fang Jifan.

Xie Qian was impatient. When he saw Fang Jifan, he said sharply, "Fang Jifan, the last time your Majesty went to Xishan, what happened?"

"What?" Fang Jifan was confused, what does this mean?

Xie Qian glared at Fang Jifan, beat his chest and said: "Since your Majesty went to Xishan last time, after returning, he has stopped thinking about food and drink, and has no appetite for anything. It has been half a month, and now he is sick with worry. Father-in-law said that after the fight to Xishan, it was like this, and I asked you to come today to ask you, what happened?"

Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat.

Worried?

Mental quality so poor?

No way?

He subconsciously said: "It has nothing to do with me, I didn't do anything."

"..."

All of a sudden, it was quiet.

Then, Liu Jian gave Fang Jifan a meaningful look, and said: "No one said it was related to you just now, they just asked about Xishan. If you didn't ask, why did you deny it?"

"I..." Fang Jifan thought to himself, I'm a fucking dog.

Looking at countless eyes, staring at him like a wolf like a tiger, Fang Jifan felt a little nervous.

Does Your Majesty have no appetite to eat?

Could it be related to Zhang Xin? Thinking of that guy's foot wrap really makes him feel sick now, um, it's very likely.

No, I want to protect him, and I must not confess him, after all, I am a good person.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Jifan said, "Eunuch Xiao should know about this matter."

Everyone looked back at Xiao Jing again.

Xiao Jing hurriedly said: "Your servant only knows the general idea."

This guy is really good at shirking responsibility.

Fang Jifan had no choice but to say: "Maybe His Majesty has caught the wind and cold."

Xiao Jing immediately said again: "The imperial doctor has already seen it, and said that there is no sign of illness in the dragon's body."

"Your Majesty has no appetite and doesn't want to eat?" Fang Jifan couldn't help asking.

Everyone nodded.

Well, it must be Zhang Xin, it must be, hey, we must protect Zhang Xin, otherwise he will die.

Fang Jifan thought furiously in his heart, felt that his neck was a little chilly, don't really have something wrong, it will kill someone.

Fang Jifan thought for a while, and had no choice but to say: "Maybe the imperial food made by the imperial chef is too unpalatable?"

"Huh?" Empress Zhang stared at Fang Jifan. In the past few days, everyone has been anxious, but it's better not to spread the matter, so it's just a group of people in the palace jumping around.

The reason why Fang Jifan was called here is because His Majesty has become like this since he left Xishan. Although Queen Zhang asked His Majesty what happened again and again, His Majesty never said anything.

Now Fang Jifan actually raised the question of imperial food. Although Empress Zhang thought the answer was simple, she felt that Fang Jifan's answer was a bit unreliable, but it might not be in the same direction.

"How about..." Fang Jifan said: "There is a new roe deer in my house, please ask a chef to cook it and bring it to the palace to change the taste for Your Majesty?"

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