The atmosphere in the Daweng Goulan was lively. Huang and Fengzheng listened to music, danced, drank, and talked about the past and the present.

Especially about Qufu, the two talked a lot,

We also had a lot of exchanges about Confucianism.

Feng Zheng traveled far and wide and gained extraordinary knowledge. Even if you don't look at his face, just the words he speaks are full of vicissitudes.

Full of experiences.

"Boy, how long do you plan to stay in Qufu?" Feng Zheng asked seriously after taking a sip of wine.

"The literati in Qufu are charming, and the little girl Goulan is pitiful. Since you are here, please stay a few more days."

Huang drank the last of the wine, his eyes fell on the dancing girl, and his smile gradually became abnormal: "I think the little lady here needs my rescue."

"Ahem!"

Huang's shamelessness left Feng Zheng dumbfounded. He was drinking and suddenly choked.

He didn't know Huang's specific plan, but he and I always felt that there must be a special reason why Huang stayed in Qufu.

I stayed in a guest house in Qufu for three days without leaving.

Come out now and plunge into the hook fence.

If he is anxious, it can be explained reasonably, but this is a gentleman who keeps his integrity like a jade.

I am very restrained when it comes to female sex.

Almost instantly, Feng Zheng judged that Huang must have some ulterior motive for staying in Qufu.

"Are you just going to stay in Daweng Goulan like this?"

"Forehead!"

Feng Zheng's question made Huang stunned for a moment, then he rolled his eyes and said, "Old man Feng, do you know how much money it takes to stay here for a day?"

"Do you really think that I am as rich as the country and that I make money?"

"Haha..." At this moment, Feng Zheng smiled and said nothing.

After taking a sip of wine to suppress his shock, Huang changed the subject and said, "How about I go to Qufu Academy tomorrow?"

He is short of money.

The reason why Daweng Goulan was kept for one day was because Jing Nan and others would need to die for him next, so he couldn't be too stingy.

He couldn't make any promises to Jing Nan and others.

I can only ask them to experience the greatest beauty in the world and let them have no regrets.

However, for three consecutive days,

The guards who didn't know how to control themselves were afraid that they would have to be carried out, so how could they die for him?

Even the strongest Xiang Lidu will have to hold on to the wall to get out.

Looking away from the dancing girl, Feng Zheng looked at Huang and said, "Going to Qufu Academy does not require money and food, but it requires talent, otherwise it will be easy to get in but difficult to get out!"

"I'm not going to play in the gym!" Huang shook his head, and then said with a relaxed look: "I just went to pay homage to Confucius..."

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On this day, only Feng Zheng and Huang didn't stay with their young lady for the night. The others were all intoxicated. The people of Daweng Goulan were filled with joy when they saw such a generous guest.

No one has a grudge against money and food.

The next day.

Huang, Feng Zheng and Xiang Lidu walked out of Dawengoulan and came to Qufu Academy. Feng Zheng personally came to negotiate, and the three finally entered Qufu Academy.

The negotiation just now made Huang once again feel the arrogance of Confucian scholars. He knew in his heart that if it hadn't been for Feng Zheng today, the two of them might not have been able to go in.

Walking in the academy, listening to the melodious sound of reading, I was filled with emotions for a while. The success of Confucianism in later years had a lot to do with Confucius's establishment of private schools.

It can be said that for these outstanding people, their vision is far-reaching and they can see through the future development trend.

"It's a pity that Confucius passed away, otherwise it would be a pity to see him again!" Looking at the statue of Confucius holding the Analects of Confucius in the academy, Huang chuckled and said.

"A generation of sages, I wish I could see them!" Feng Zheng also sighed with emotion. Looking at the statue of Confucius, he said: "Back then, someone once said that if the sky did not give birth to a Confucius, the eternity would be like a long night!"

"The Master is a great sage!"

Huang knew in his heart that Confucius for the first time broke the monopoly on education by the old ruling class, changed his teachings to the government and gave private lectures, and spread traditional cultural education to the entire nation.

In this way, Confucianism has a solid national psychological foundation, is accepted by the whole society, and gradually Confucianizes the whole society.

It's just the master's descendants that he despises.

Feng Zheng and others are not clear about it, but they know clearly about the desolation that comes from later generations. The virtues of the descendants of the Kong family are indeed something that cannot be complimented.

But being in Qufu Academy, Huang didn't show it. He sat down under a stone pavilion and looked around.

The environment of Qufu Academy is good, there are many scholars, and there are also some poor scholars in coarse clothes. This scene is rare in this era.

"Those three are also my Confucian scholars?" A young voice came, breaking the silence in the stone pavilion, and Huang turned around to look.

The person who came here was very young, less than thirty years old, but his bookish aura was the strongest among the people Luang had seen in the past few years.

The aura on his body is different from that of Wei Yang. The aura on Wei Yang's body is thick, sharp, and severe, just like the Legalists. However, the aura on this man's body is gentle and calm.

"I've heard Master's name for a long time, and I've traveled all the way here. I wonder what I call you, sir?" Huang nodded and spoke with a smile.

The visitor greeted the three Huang people and said in a calm tone: "I'm a student from Qufu, Ji Gaoyang. What do you call them?"

"Xianglidu!" Xianglidu nodded, and then returned the salute.

Old Man Feng smiled and said, "I'm Feng Zheng."

Huang greeted Ji Gaoyang, smiled lightly, and said, "You can call me Huang."

"Gao Yang has met Qin Guoshi!" Ji Gaoyang saluted again and looked at Huang.

The literati of this era knew all the major events in the world without leaving home, and their intelligence capabilities were terrifying.

"Sir, there is no need to be polite!" Huang stretched out his hand to invite Ji Gaoyang and said, "Sit down!"

Ji Gaoyang sat down and faced the three Huang people, saying: "The national master's reputation has spread all over the world, and Mo disciples are running around telling each other, why don't you return to Qin?"

"Haha, some things are inevitable after all, aren't they?" Huang took a deep look at Ji Gaoyang, and his tone changed slightly: "Why are you willing to be trapped here, sir, instead of getting out?"

Apart from Wei Yang, Ji Gaoyang was the first scholar that Huang was interested in. He knew in his heart that even if Ji Gaoyang was not as talented as Wei Yang, there wouldn't be much difference.

This bookishness was definitely not acquired by chance.

"Everything I have learned is Confucianism. In today's world, I'm afraid I have nowhere to go!" Ji Gaoyang shook his head indifferently.

"Haha, Confucianism has great righteousness and often follows the path of kingship. But with everything you have learned, are you willing to be so silent?"

Huang said with a faint tone: "Sir, why don't you take another path of Confucianism and Taoism and switch to Hegemony, so as to become an official in the world."

One sentence, like thunder from the sky, caused Ji Gaoyang's expression to change drastically. At the same time, Feng Zheng also looked at Huang, his old eyes full of shock.

At this moment, Huang pointed out a way to Ji Gaoyang. Confucianism and Taoism were just carriers. Since there is the art of kingship, there must be the method of domineering.
Chapter completed!