Ni Heng disagreed. "There are many common things in the world who are engaged in fame and fortune. Although I read poetry and books, I am regarded as a tool for seeking fame and fortune. How could I have a quiet place in my heart? Isn't it despise myself when I communicate with such people?"

"No." Yang Xiu shook his head and smiled slightly. "Human nature is ignorant, and good and evil are difficult to distinguish. How many saints can be born know? If a saint is a saint, and a common man is a common man, what is the meaning of being a saint? The Master is a saint because he has teachings and preaches the world, so that the superiors can practice the way, and the sergeants can also be contaminated with civilization, which is different from the ranks of beasts. If Lao Dan, a disciple who is a charity, is clean and kind, it is useless to the world. As for Li Si and Han Fei, although he has academic knowledge, he is sinister and helps the evil, and treats the people as enemies, which is not worth discussing."

Ni Heng laughed. "So, Master De thought that human nature has good and evil?"

Yang Xiu shook his head again and smiled mysteriously. "Actually, I agree with no good or evil."

"Oh? This sounds a bit different, I hope to hear it carefully."

"No, although I agree that there is no good or evil, I don't understand it deeply and I am not worthy of being a master Zhengping. If you have the opportunity in the future, it is better for you to ask the King of Wu for advice. Most of my thoughts come from the King of Wu."

"Seriously?" Ni Heng was surprised and happy, but he didn't believe in Yang Xiu very much. He didn't think Yang Xiu was modest. Yang Xiu was not a modest person, but he felt that Yang Xiu was famous for Sun Ce. Everyone in the world knew that Sun Ce was from a poor family and a martial artist, so there was no academic experience. How could he have any clever views on the theory of sex, and even inspire Yang Xiu. It was thought that the ministers of the Wu Kingdom deliberately pretended to be beautiful and praised him as a saint of the world.

"Why should I lie to you?" Yang Xiu was very calm and even looked forward to it. Ni Heng was extreme in nature and did not understand the worldly style. But because of this, he did not have so many scruples, ties, looked at the problem more deeply, and could point it straight to the point. If he could argue with Sun Ce, it would be very exciting. He pondered for a moment and said, "Zhengping, if someone in this world can understand you, it is the King of Wu. If someone can understand King of Wu, you should also be in the third place."

"What about you?"

"I, if I can improve for another ten years, I may have the chance to enter the third place and be the third place."

"Who else will it be?"

"Stand up, Kuaiji Yu Zhongxiang." Yang Xiu pointed at Ni Heng. "He took the lead, but it is still difficult to determine who is the champion. Just keep up with peace and work hard!"

Ni Heng blinked his eyes, stroked the short beard under his jaw and smiled, his eyes lit up.

The two were chatting and laughing, sometimes with the same opinions, and sometimes with disagreements, and sometimes with each other, and they were having a lot of fun in their conversation. He Ying walked in from outside and saw Ni Heng present, frowned inadvertently, slowed down. He went to the hall, bowed his hand, and handed a copper tube to Yang Xiu. Yang Xiu's eyes sterned, took the copper tube, and placed it in his sleeve.

"Zhengping, this matter is decided. You go back and clean up and move to the General's Mansion. If Kong Wenju is interested, I will welcome you as well. Anyway, there are many rooms in the General's Mansion."

Ni Heng knew that Yang Xiu had important matters to deal with. He had no time to talk to him again, so he stood up and said goodbye. Yang Xiu asked He Ying to send Ni Heng out, got up and went into the study, took out the "Shuowen Jiezi" that had been placed on the desk, took out another piece of paper, arranged the pen and ink, and then took out the copper tube, carefully checked the seal, and confirmed that there were no traces of opening it. Then he scraped off the sealing wax on it, took out the paper roll, compared with "Shuowen Jiezi", and found one word after another from it, and wrote it on the paper.

After a long time, hundreds of words were left on the paper, and three pages were written. For intelligence, this article was extraordinary, but the content was very simple. There were only two things: Jia Xu had three strategies and Wu Qiu built a plan to attack Nanyang, and the others were all specific contents. Because these contents were extremely important, the people who conveyed the information were not afraid of it, and wrote it in detail in a password, and then sent it to Chang'an as soon as possible.

Yang Xiu put down his pen, tapped his fingers on the desk, pondered for a long time, and let out a sigh. "This Jia Wenhe... is a traitor, Ruozhong."

Xun Yu left the General's Mansion, hurriedly got on the car, entered the palace from Jinma Gate, and returned directly to the Shangshu Deck.

The moment he closed the car door, tears came out, and even the handkerchief didn't have time to take it. He leaned against the wall of the car, letting tears slide across his face and wet his beard. Yang Xiu's words echoed in his ears, shaking his soul like spring thunder, awakening him from his own deceiving dream.

Why did I become like this now? I read less poetry and books, and I am determined to assist the Saint King in achieving the king's way. Why did I go further and further on the road of domineeringness? Why did I become Li Si and Han Fei the most hated? A hundred years later, how to face my ancestor Xun Qing in the nine springs?

Unexpectedly, the person who truly inherited the mantle of his ancestors was King Wu. He did not believe in destiny, but he was unprecedentedly noble to people, not only scholars, but also ordinary people. He did not regard them as fools and untouchables, and spared no effort to teach them, love them, and help them become scholars who read and recognize etiquette and have some responsibility. Literature is scholar, military man is also scholar, farmers are scholars, merchants, craftsmen, and doctors are also scholars. It sounds like grinding bricks into mirrors, and sand accumulates into cities, but he did it without hesitation. Although there are thousands of people, I will go.

Now it seems that he is right, and this is the right way to achieve the kingly way. He solved a problem that has plagued Confucianism for a long time and achieved unity between the principles of the classics. The kingly way is not far-reaching, and there is no need for domineering to help. It is not others who hinder the kingly way, but aristocratic families, morality and interests in hand, as well as scholars who live as saints and disciples, but are ignorant of the great way.

The Tao is not in those difficult words, but in the life in front of you. You use it every day without knowing it, and you can walk around without danger, but there are few and few people who can truly understand the truth. It is not that the Tao is far away from others, but that people are far away from others. Everyone thinks that they understand me with the scriptures, so how can they understand the true meaning of the scriptures?

I am just a fool, blind with eyes and deaf with ears.

"Lingjun, the Shangshu Deck has arrived." The carriage stopped at some point, and Bao's out loud and knocked on the wall of the car.

Xun Yu suddenly woke up. He quickly took out his handkerchief, wiped away the tears on his face, calmed down again, and then pushed open the car door and got out of the car. The Right Chief Wei Ji of Shangshu stood at the stairs, quickly came up, and whispered: "Lingjun, Zhijinwu is here to stay, waiting for Lingjun for a long time."

Xun Yu stopped and frowned.

Fu Guiren gave birth to the eldest son of the emperor, Liu Feng, and Fu Wan had been seeking to establish the queen. After the establishment, the eldest son of the emperor could become the eldest son and would have the chance to become the legitimate son in the future. Otherwise, once the emperor established another queen, the prince might not have a chance to have the Fu family. But Xun Yu was very dissatisfied with this. The decline of the Han Dynasty was so great that if it could not revive, what would it be if it was made the crown prince? Will he have the chance to ascend the throne?

Fu Wan was stupid when he read. He thought that the Han Dynasty still had a solid foundation now, and could it last for at least a few decades? Fu's family passed down from classics for more than 400 years and almost always had the same age as the Han Dynasty, but he taught such a useless scholar. This was a failure of the Confucian school.

"Have you ever said something?"

"It's said that there are official duties, but they are all trivial matters. I think it's still a matter of establishing the queen."

Xun Yu frowned even more. "Is there anything else?"

"Yes." Wei Ji's eyes became a little strange. "I just received a document transferred by His Majesty, so I wrote a memorial from the Governor of Bingzhou Jia Xu."

"Jia Xu's letter?" Xun Yu thought of that figure again, and felt inexplicably anxious in his heart, and he didn't pay attention to Wei Ji's face for a moment. "What did Jia Xu say?"

"Jia Xujian's three strategies: the best plan to abdicate the King of Wu, the middle plan to expedition the Western Regions, and the worst plan to retreat to Yizhou." Wei Ji said as he pulled out the document from his sleeve and handed it to Xun Yu. Xun Yu took it but did not open it. He pondered for a moment, and was quite surprised. Although he didn't know the specific content, judging from the overall idea of ​​these three strategies, Jia Xu obviously did not agree with the emperor's will to act alone and continue to be enemies with King Sun Ce of Wu.

"Is there any more?"

"Also, Your Majesty asked about Huangfu Taifu's illness. If Huangfu Taifu's condition improves and can still support it, he will recruit more soldiers to station in Lantian Daying. However, I guess it is likely to be to support Hanzhong."

Xun Yu turned his head suddenly. "The Grand Tutor Huangfu has been sick for so long, but Your Majesty doesn't know."

"Yes, so Your Majesty has an alternative plan: Sili Captain Zhang Ze."

Xun Yu was filled with his heart. If Huangfu Song was not clear about his intention to support Hanzhong, then Zhang Ze would be very clear about his command. Zhang Ze was a native of Hanzhong and had rich combat experience. If he was led by him, it would definitely not be as simple as stationed in Lantian Camp and protecting Chang'an.

"Did you say how many soldiers are conquered?"

“The more you have the better.”

"Nonsense!" Xun Yu changed his face and blurted out. "There are only more than 200,000 households in Guanzhong, and there are only more than 100,000 soldiers who have won. Your Majesty recruited more than 30,000 people, which has affected the cultivation of Guanzhong. If you recruit soldiers again..." He was suddenly stunned, looked back at Wei Ji, opened his mouth several times, but said nothing, but a layer of beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead.

The emperor is like Yuan Tan, who wants to fight Sun Ce in a decisive battle and earnestly. Why did he have such an idea? Xun Yu immediately thought of Jia Xu's letter, and couldn't help but secretly call himself too naive. How could Jia Xu be so kind-hearted and persuaded the emperor to stop the army, and quickly opened the document in his hand to read it carefully. After reading the document, Xun Yu's face was gone, his forehead was bulging, and his eyes were constantly twisting, as if he was about to spit out fire.

"What exactly does this Jia Wenhe want to do? Do you want to kill the emperor?" Xun Yu roared.

Wei Ji looked at Xun Yu sympathetically, but didn't say a word. He had read the documents and guessed Jia Xu's intention. He knew that the emperor was young and was determined to revive the Han Dynasty. He could neither abdicate nor go to the Western Regions, but he made such suggestions, which seemed to advise the emperor to avoid Sun Ce's edge, and actually stimulated the emperor to take risks and use his intentions to be vicious, but there was no handle on paper. His three strategies were always for the emperor and the world. No matter which strategy the emperor accepted, they were all merits to benefit the people.
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