Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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All the people had enough to eat and drink, and shouted happily.

After being happy, Xishan College started classes.

It's all here, so it's natural that some people want to see what's new about the new learning.

Among the crowd, a person who was wearing a scarf but was not very conspicuous also moved with the crowd.

Roast beef with potatoes is really delicious.

The more delicious it was, the more this man wanted to grab his son and beat him up.

In a short period of time, more than 30 cows died inexplicably near Xishan.

Cows are trifles.

Nizi's nonsense is what makes him care.

The person who came... was Emperor Hongzhi, surrounded by a group of imperial guards.

In fact, when Emperor Hongzhi was young, he also liked to go out at night. Anyway, he wandered around outside the palace.

But now, he is getting older, so there are not many opportunities for such night tours.

It's just that when he went out to walk around tonight, it reminded him of when Zhu Houzhao was a child. At that time, Zhu Houzhao was only seven or eight years old. He was holding the child's hand like an ordinary father. Zhu Houzhao would always ask many incredible questions.

"Father, will I be the emperor in the future? But why do I have to be sneaky when I am out of the palace?"

"Father, is the son-in-law born to the empress? Why does the mother always hug the younger sister instead of the son-in-law?"

"Father, why don't you get close to women? My son heard people say that Father has an unspeakable secret. What is the unspeakable secret?"

At that time, Emperor Hongzhi, like all fathers in the world, no matter how strange questions his son asked, he always answered patiently, even if many questions... were bad.

But...then it changed.

The child is still that child, and the prince's temperament has not changed.

And how has my heart of licking the calf changed?

It's just that the mentality has changed.

These days, he felt more and more that his body was inevitably getting worse, and he even occasionally fainted, and he was no longer as good as he was in his prime.

The older the prince was, the more he felt that the child in front of him was not just his own son, but the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

He started to get harsh and demanding.

It is the instinct of a father to prevent the passing of time.

More than thirty cows.

When Emperor Hongzhi was deep in thought while walking, behind him, Xiao Jing followed step by step.

Xiao Jing looked around vigilantly, he seemed very worried, it was very late, and His Majesty still refused to return to the palace, if there was any accident, he must be to blame.

But here in Xishan, at this time, the lights of thousands of houses are lit up one after another, which is extraordinarily lively.

The most lively place is Xishan Academy.

"Have you found that rebellious son?" Emperor Hongzhi said with a faint smile, "If you can't find it, just go there and have a look. Some people say that Wang Shouren is evil, and some people say that this is the study of the world! I want to know, what is this?" Why are sweet potatoes and potatoes bred in Xishan, go and see, I promised them to mess around, so naturally we should see how far they can mess around."

In Xishan Academy, when the students finished school, the place was still brightly lit and overcrowded.

The gentry is different from the scholars. Although the gentry are also scholars, they no longer take reading as a career, or their names are repeatedly dropped, which makes people feel discouraged. They might as well live with the few acres of land at home.

Therefore, the gentry who ate potatoes during the day stayed with more of a mentality of watching the excitement.

Everyone crowded in the Minglun Hall of Xishan Academy. As soon as Wang Shouren appeared, some scholars who came to study immediately stood up and bowed to Wang Shouren as disciples.

Other scholars seem to have not been influenced by the new learning, so they just watched with cold eyes.

Wang Shouren glanced at everyone, sat down, and then began to teach.

Wang Shouren has grown up, he is more majestic than he was before, and his new theory is becoming more and more detailed and persuasive.

Today is the first time for many people to hear this new learning. They are stunned by it, but they feel that it makes sense in their hearts.

Emperor Hongzhi was smiling in a corner where no one was paying attention, as if he was not moved by Wang Shouren's lecture.

Other scholars may be attracted by talents like Wang Shouren.

But what kind of person is Emperor Hongzhi? Since he was a child, he has been surrounded by famous Confucians in the world. No matter who stands up, it is enough to make people feel ashamed.

Their theoretical skills are solid and their level is so high that even the immature Wang Shouren cannot compare.

so……

Emperor Hongzhi didn't feel that Wang Shouren's seemingly novel theory could attract him.

He even couldn't help being a little disappointed in his heart. He had already learned a little bit about things like empathy, the simplicity of the avenue, and the unity of knowledge and action through Fang Jifan and the prince. Of course, he naturally felt that there were some merits in it. However, it can be regarded as a science, and this set of new learning theories still has many deficiencies.

Neo Confucianism has been popular for hundreds of years, and dozens of generations of the world's top Confucianists in Neo Confucianism have continuously perfected its theories. How can it be a mere Hanlin, or a mere Hanlin mentor, that kid Fang Jifan, who wants to be shaken? Shaken?

Emperor Hongzhi smiled

Laughing, he stood up, ready to leave.

But at this moment, Wang Shouren's class was halfway through, and someone who sneered interrupted with a sneer: "Looking at Mr. Wang's words, it seems that as long as you don't know how to unite your actions, you become a waste, and a scholar is a waste? Today Bottom, who governs the country and the world, which one is a waste? Fan Wenzheng, may I ask if it is a wine bag and a rice bag? Yu Shaobao of this dynasty is also a scholar, and he is also a wine bag and a rice bag?"

Emperor Hongzhi's footsteps were slightly stagnant, and the guards who were pretending to be Confucian scholars also stopped in their footsteps.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled and sat down on his knees again, with a smile on his face.

At this moment, Wang Shouren raised his eyes slowly, and saw the person who raised the question.

This is an elder over 40 years old, sitting in a corner, holding hands, looking contemptuous.

Wang Shouren has seen this kind of person a lot, and to be more precise, he has also seen a lot of such doubts.

Fan Wenzheng was Fan Zhongyan, a famous prime minister in Song Dynasty. As for Yu Shaobao, it was Yu Qian who turned the tide and defended the city of Beijing after the change of the civil fort.

The lives of these two people have had ups and downs, but they all have one thing in common, they were once famous and admired by scholars all over the world.

Wang Shouren said calmly: "You are Fan Wenzheng, are you Yu Shaobao?"

Wang Shouren's rhetorical question was unexpected, the man suddenly ran out of words, obviously he would never be as good as Fan Wenzheng or Yu Shaobao.

At this time, Wang Shouren said again: "But in this world, there are a million scholars who want to be Fan Wenzheng and Yu Shaobao. How dare you ask, these one million scholars are after Tumubao!" , what to do?"

"The Tartars are coming, do you dare to fight them?"

"..."

Wang Shouren is simply an old vagabond in the education field, who is always bowing and punching.

Everyone was silent, and some seemed thoughtful.

"Can you really remember that Shang Yu Shaobao has the art of defeating the enemy?"

"..."

"You know that the Tatars are best at bow and horse, so do you know the weakness of the Tatars in combat?"

"..."

"Does any of you know that there is a river beyond Juyongguan, what is it called, and how many feet wide is it?"

"..."

"Do you know the difference between the horses of the Tatars, the horses of the Western Regions, and the horses of Korea?"

"..."

"Why, can't answer? Obviously you don't know anything, but you still dare to compare Fan Wenzheng and Yu Shaobao, don't you feel ashamed?"

"..."

Speaking of this, Wang Shouren sighed, shook his head and said, "The Tatars are here, and there are many scholars in the world who talk loudly. Many people think that they are Yu Shaobao and Fan Wenzheng, but there are only a hundred and fifty scholars in the world. Wan, relying on high-spirited speeches, but could not hurt a single hair of the Tatars. The Tatars and Oirats, after the Northern Yuan Dynasty, and since Emperor Wen swept the desert for a hundred years, they have revived several times and invaded every year. It became a change of civil fortress, and even the people in the border towns were displaced and devastated. Among the one and a half million scholars, there is one righteous person who dares to stand up, patted his chest and said, although I am only a mere scholar, I have the ability to subdue the Tatars. man's way."

"Even if there is no one, that's all right, but if there is one person who dares to stand up and say that one day, the Tatars will come before me, can I kill him?"

...

Everyone was still silent, but among the crowd, the expressions of many people became complicated.

This is obviously a blatant sarcasm, but it seems difficult to find words to refute for a while!

When talking about this, Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan came on tiptoe.

These days are the happiest time for Zhu Houzhao. For him, these scholars are all his benefactors, and he has made a lot of money thanks to their generous donations.

He listened to Mr. Wang's words, with a serious expression on his face, nakedly ridiculing those empty-talking scholars, and couldn't help crying out in his heart.

He smiled and winked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan ignored him! But as a father, ah, no, a benefactor, Fang Jifan is quite relieved at this time. As a disciple of himself, he is becoming more and more like a Confucian, and he doesn't know when he will be able to give birth to the force of a saint.

At that time, it must be so bright that it will blind your eyes.

Fang Jifan stared at Wang Shouren intently.

Wang Shouren seemed a little angry today.

I saw Wang Shouren took a deep breath and continued to ask: "What is conscience? Conscience is in everyone's heart. You reverence Fan Wenzheng and Yu Shaobao. This proves that you have conscience, but you have conscience, but you have conscience. What's the use of talking about Confucian classics? Who can touch the Tatars? A person who has no power to restrain a chicken, even if he has the way of a saint in his heart, is just a useless person. A useless person is in danger. , the only use is to repay the king with one's death."

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Today's update is relatively late. I want to say something here. I have some things to do at home in the past two days. I ran for another day today and rushed home in the evening. I wrote the third update immediately. I am actually very tired now, but no matter how tired I am , I must complete the fifth watch before twelve o'clock, I hope everyone understands the tiger! Finally, I would like to thank Ghost Fox Poisoner for being the new leader of this book, and thank you all for supporting the tiger. As long as I think of your support, no matter how tired the tiger is, it is worth it!

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