Spring and Autumn I Am King

PS: The third chapter is really hard to come out, let's talk about it after the exam next week.

Confucius is now promoted to the position of Great Zongbo, and one of his duties is "when entertaining important guests, he will perform naked salutes to the guests on behalf of the monarch. When the feudal lords make pilgrimages to the king or ministers when they go out to meet with the alliance, they should serve as the upper minister of the alliance." Therefore, the representative of the Marquis of Lu came to reward Zhao Yang this time, and it was in line with etiquette for him to preside over the banquet.

Zhao Wuxi, who is most skilled in etiquette, naturally did not dare to say a word to the master. All the rituals and rituals were arranged by Confucius. All morning, I saw him pointing east and drawing west, and it was faint. Anti-customer-oriented meaning.

"Master." After waiting for Confucius to place the dinggui, Zhao Wuxi brought Gong Xichi and others to meet Confucius. After he came to the State of Lu, he was promoted fast enough, but Confucius, who was lower than him in the past, has now been promoted to the "Big Zongbo", and his position is higher than him. It seems that he has been reused by the Marquis of Lu.

"Zi Tai." Confucius heard the words and slowly turned around to return the gift. The gentle old man was still so polite, but the iconic smile behind the thick tendrils was much lighter, and the look in Zhao Wuxi's eyes also changed. Some are meaningful.

The harmony between the two when they first met, with the passage of time, with the change of position, has disappeared unknowingly.

Just when they were thinking about what to say, the bell rang suddenly: The Jin Zhongjun is here!

Confucius turned back, his face was slightly startled, and he looked at Zhao Wuxi with random doubts.

Wu Xie smiled embarrassedly, and also felt a deep headache. Zhao Yang and Confucius really faced Maimang on the tip of the needle. From the time of their appearance, the confrontation between the two had already begun.

Zhao Yang came directly by car.

On the horse-drawn carriage, the cleric Zheng Long was the charioteer. He held eight bridles in his hand and was tall and mighty.

However, Zhao Yang's Rong Right was a little unbearable. A tall and thin noble young man stood beside him with a bow and arrow in his hands. The four dark-skinned horses were more energetic than him. Their hooves were raised high, and they wore vests made of tiger skins, just like the equipment of the Jin State charioteers during the Battle of Chengpu. Colorful and dangerous.

As for the owner of the car, from the perspective of Confucius, the father and son have similar temperaments, but they are different. Zhao Yang was wearing a lacquered armor that was not gorgeous but showed the temperament of the Qing family. He was as tough as Zhao Wuxi, who was thirty years younger than him, and there was even a hint of heroism in that stern expression. A sturdy black beard hides his jaw, framing a stern face, domineering eyes and a tightly closed mouth.

Zhao Yang's image is so awesome that it seems like he's well-trained to be his horse. Everyone was taken aback when suddenly a pile of steaming feces was pulled out from the open space for the banquet that Confucius had painstakingly arranged. Some of the Zhao clan's Hu Ben, who were holding the spear, turned their heads and giggled, and Confucius's smile began to subside.

Zhao Yang raised his head, like a stern god, as if he had never heard of it. He drove across the banquet hall, and didn't get off until the front of the seat. Zheng Long drove the carriage away, and the young nobleman followed Zhao Yang obediently and gave Zhao Wuxi a fearful look.

When Confucius and others thought about it, this might be the son of a certain Xiaozong of the Zhao family. Perhaps it is the son of Doctor Wen in the legend.

Ji Sunsi and Uncle Sun Zhouqiu looked at each other in dismay. Zhao Yang's appearance made them a little overwhelmed. In the end, they had to carefully avoid the pile of dung to salute Zhao Yang, and praised him as the savior of Lu country against his will.

"I'm in Dongyi with the help of the city, close friends and feudal lords, the only hope is that the widow will go to the country..." Ji Sunsi faced Jin Qing, and his habitual flattering words began to blurt out, only then did he realize that Confucius was shaking his head slightly at him. , indicating that there is no need to be so humble.

But Zhao Yang's pomp and momentum today, as well as his half-smiling expression hidden behind his beautiful beard. It made Ji Sunsi and Shusun Zhouqiu terrified.

This person once forced Qi Hou into a desperate situation, so he was famous in all summers, and now he is so powerful, what are they compared to him?

Zhao Yang supported one person with one hand. With a smile, he said, "The country of the Jin and Lu brothers should be like this."

Such an attitude of being an elder brother made the two of them relieved, but the next sentence made their jaw drop.

"By the way, I haven't introduced Erqing yet. This is Yang Sheng, the son of Qi, who was invited to Xilu by my son Wu Xie."

Confucius' face became more and more ugly. And Ji Sunsi and Shusun Zhouqiu lost their voices.

what! Qi Gongzi Yangsheng! ?

...

Strong, really strong.

After being seated, Zhao Wushe looked at his nose and nose and his heart. As the person with the highest title and power here, and as the final winner of the whole fierce battle, Zhao Yang had arrogant capital. Especially after meeting Confucius, his stubborn character became more and more stubborn, as if he wanted to give Confucius a disgrace.

So when he forced his son Yang Sheng to slip out to be on the right side of the car, even Zhao Wuxi couldn't stop him, so he could only think sympathetically: "Yang Sheng, if you want to blame it, then blame your father, who is the king of the country, for not being able to stop him. Use it."

The two ministers of the State of Lu hadn't recovered their strength from just now. From beginning to end, they could only speak a few scenes, and they did not dare to be too cowardly. Just when they were completely overwhelmed by Zhao Yang and the meeting would end without results, Confucius, who was sitting in the back seat, stood up to toast Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang's eyes have been staring at Confucius. He was slandered by this man for casting a punishment tripod. As a result, the two, who had never been masked, began to hostile to each other. Zhao Yang regarded Confucius as a "deceitful and hypocritical person", and he was not used to Confucianism. Confucius always regarded Zhao Yang as a method of severe torture. Lord.

But Zhao Wuxi changed their views on each other, although this change was very limited.

Wu Xie solicited Zigong, which allowed Zhao Yang to see the ability of this Confucian disciple, and became curious about Confucius who Zigong said was "like rivers and seas".

"If Kong Zhongni is really a sage, he can still be recruited for my use. Even if he has slandered me, will it be possible that I will still hold a grudge?"

However, Zhao Yang's character determined that he was destined not to condescend to Confucius as a corporal, but wanted to be convinced!

Different from Zhao Wuxi's reunion with Confucius, Zhao Yang only met him for the first time.

Comparing Ji Sunsi, Shusun Zhouqiu, and Qi Gongzi Yangsheng who became a foil, Zhao Yang felt that he was the only one who could meet his father and son when they met today!

From his point of view, Confucius was nine feet tall, wearing a solemn black and red court uniform, a turquoise silk belt around his waist, a yellow ying, a jade jue with no obvious luster, and a Xuan Duan on his head. The dark bun is secured with a white hosta. His forehead is high and broad, and the thick tendrils on his face with Chinese characters are dark, with only a few traces of white, and his appearance is elegant and amiable.

Confucius did not know what the person in the chair was thinking. He pursed his lips, and according to the etiquette he had practiced countless times, he took the wine jue from the pot, washed his hands with the jue, and filled the copper bottle with liquor with the help of Gong Xichi. Only then did it face north and dedicate it to Zhao Yang.

Here, behind the wide robe and sleeves, the blue-gold wine bottle was raised, and the voice was respectful: "Zhongjunzi."

Over there, Zhao Yang raised the bottle with one hand and stared at the person opposite to watch carefully: "Zhongni."

The eyes of the two people crossed each other. Although they only took a few short breaths, Kongqiu saw Zhao Yang's domineering and proud. ambition.

Hey, this is probably a character of the King Zhou style of the Shang Dynasty. He is not a prince of the mean who can make him realize his wish to revive the Zhou Rites. At most, he can become Jinwen and Chuzhuang.

What Zhao Yang saw was Confucius' eyes hidden in his wide sleeves. Behind his humility and observance, he was neither humble nor arrogant. Zhao Yang subconsciously felt that this should be a person with a tenacious character, who has gone through all kinds of hardships without changing his aspirations.

Mighty can not be surrendered. Poverty cannot be moved, and rich and noble cannot be prostituted!

Such people, I am afraid they cannot be subdued and used for their own use, what can I do?

A short toast time. Like a close-range confrontation, the others were ignorant, but Zhao Wuxi, who knew the inside story, was sweating profusely. These two people will not fight on the spot!

Fortunately, everything ended peacefully, but after Confucius stepped back to the table with elegant steps, he began to speak unceremoniously!

...

Zhao Wuxi once heard about it. The robbers in the middle all scolded Confucius as a Confucian scholar who "did not plough, eat without weaving, clothed without weaving, swayed his lips, and was adept at producing right and wrong." At least he was right when it came to "shaking his lips and drumming his tongue". Confucius' disciples had a subject of "rhetoric", and debate was naturally a compulsory subject. He was able to teach debate talents like Zigong and Zaiyu. Your level is not bad.

Confucius was not at all frightened by Zhao Yang's domineering appearance, nor was he overwhelmed by the shrinking heads of Ji Sunsi and Shusun Zhouqiu. From the beginning, his will was his backbone. When he salutes Zhao Yang, he is neither humble nor arrogant, and his speech is gentle and elegant.

First of all, Confucius took a detour, and did not mention the sensitive Xu sentence matter, or even the whole situation of Xilu, but first thanked Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi for Yanghu's "capture".

"It's really thanks to the efforts of Zhong Jun and Xiao Si Kou that the traitor and the monarch were able to subdue the law."

Zhao Yang replied: "Jin is Lu Chuyanghu, just like when Qi killed Qing's father for Lu, Lu Guo can continue to fulfill the oath."

But Confucius suddenly asked, "Is Yanghu really dead?"

Zhao Yang and Zhao Wuxi glanced at each other subconsciously, Zhao Wuxi, who was in charge of the matter, got up and smiled and said, "Master, although Yang Hu did not die in battle, he died of typhoid fever. Even if we want to keep his life and hand it over to Lucheng, we can't stop the big minister and the young minister from coming to get him."

I thought I could fool around with a haha, but who knew that Confucius was pressing: "Maybe I see the skeleton of this thief?"

It is said that Yanghu and Confucius are similar in body and appearance. They are both Shandong men with a height of nine feet, and their bones are thick. In this age of general lack of nutrition, such characters are rare, so Zhao Wuyi can't find them anywhere. Skeleton coming?

Wu Xie said: "In order to prevent the epidemic, the corpse was burned, the flesh was rotten and the bones were destroyed. I'm afraid the Master will not be able to see it."

Confucius asked back, "Where's the tomb? When King Chu Ping killed the Wu clan, Wu Zixu exhumed the tomb and whipped the corpse after he brought Master Wu into Ying, but the people of Lu hated Yang Hu's bones and would dig it up and abandon the market, right?"

Wu Xie shook his head helplessly: "This move by the people of Wu country is an act of returning to the beast, why should the Master follow it?"

Confucius Nong Xuli's words are meaningful: "No, although the people of Wu committed barbarian acts, but this matter is not included in the list~www.wuxiahere.com~ The revenge of the son and the chasing of the thief by the minister are sincere and grateful to the heavens. Going too far, but also! This is the so-called Dao not punishing, but punishing the first evil."

"That's right, but Yanghu thief, whose bones have been scattered in the mass grave, turned into fertilizer for Xilu spring seedlings, and can't be found anywhere."

At this point, the words have reached a dead end, and Zhao Wuxi was surprised to find that he was answering on behalf of Zhao Yang, and he actually argued with Confucius, which was really tired. I remember that when the two met a few times before, they were reciting the Book of Songs in the bamboo forest and listening to Zeng Dian playing the qin and drums.

When separated by interests, they are already like... opponents?

Zhechong Zanzuo, Confucius actually moved back the unfavorable situation that Zhao Yang's momentum was too strong and his two ministers shrank back, and there was a familiar smile from Zhao Wuxi at the corner of his mouth.

It is exactly the same as the smile on the portrait of the saint of later generations.

"Don't tell me what happened, don't tell me what happened, and let the past go. Since the dead body can no longer be found, can you give us an explanation and an explanation for the fact that the still-living Doctor Xuju was expelled by the gentleman and seized the territory?" (To be continued.)