Spring and Autumn I Am King

Thanks to book friend Mu Yi for the light, and Xuange Pavilion for the reward!

I saw that the scholar was in his thirties, tall and burly, with bright eyes. He wore a crown of eel on his head, tied under his chin, and wore a wide Confucian uniform, but he had a thick beard on his face, and his bookish air suddenly disappeared, and his heroic spirit was born.

"Master Yan: The way is different, not conspiracy! Please come back!" His voice was loud and penetrating.

"What are you still doing? Come on! Even if you smash the door, you have to go in!"

Seeing that the Zao Li was going to make a second attempt, the scholar made a decisive move.

I saw him alone, empty-handed, and hostile to six or seven people, but his face did not change, and he regarded him as nothing!

The fully armed Ji Sun Jiabing couldn't survive two rounds in his hands. They were all thrown into the ditch in the alley by their collars, and Zaoli was also pushed out of Lumen. Yan Huirang watched from the side, the scholar's movements were not rude at all, but they carried a non-negotiable aura.

"You can only use bad manners for evil guests. This is not taught by the master, but I learned it myself."

"Okay, okay! Zhongyou of Wei, if you're cruel, I'll go back and report it, and let the government take your teachers and students to prison!"

The Zaoli was so embarrassed that he could only scold a few words and fled in anger.

After this one-sided conflict was over, Yan Hui walked to the door and bowed down empty-handed: "I have seen Senior Brother Zilu."

The scholar with the appearance of an evil ranger was named Zhongyou, and the name was Zilu, and he was the chief disciple of the Master. Seeing that it was Yan Hui, Zilu smiled and bowed: "Ziyuan is back, come in quickly, the Master has been talking about you for several days."

"Senior Brother Zilu, who are those people just now?"

Zilu snorted contemptuously, "It's not that Yanghu!"

Yan Hui was silent, Yang Hu, who was originally a retainer of the Ji Sun clan, but he took over Sanhuan and even took control of the military and political power of the state of Lu.

"Ziyuan, have you heard that on the day of the La Festival, Yanghu will make an oath with the monarch in the Zhou Society, and the people of the country in the Bo Society, and everyone will curse and swear, and the state of Lu will give him the authority and will not violate it. Urgently needing a prestigious master among the Chinese people to come to support, he condemned people for harassing him, saying that he wanted the master to become an official, and once he made a move, he would be a slaughterer of a thousand houses, and he had been rejected by the master many times. It's time for the season!"

Yan Hui also sighed. Although he had been concentrating on his studies, he had not listened to political affairs, but it was very difficult to find clarity in the muddy mud. He couldn't help but worry about his master. Will it bring disaster?

The monarchs of the various countries do not need a master, but only regard him as a learned advisor, who asks about anything and leaves him alone. The Master's way is the greatest, why can't the world tolerate it?

Entering the courtyard, there are three houses directly opposite, the style is the common one house and two houses. There is a kitchen at the west wall, and there are two female figures, one big and one small, they are the mother and the master and the young daughter. They are probably busy with their meals.

After Yan Hui bowed slightly in that direction, he immediately looked away politely.

Although the ground in the courtyard is mud, no masonry is laid, but it is smooth and clean.

"Senior Brother Zilu, is the Master still compiling Spring and Autumn through the night?"

Zilu nodded slightly and said, "I just received a letter from Xinjiang yesterday. The master is probably still reading it carefully. Guess who sent it?"

Yan Hui's eyes lit up: "Could it be Junior Brother Zigong? Has he ended his business trip to Jin State? When will he be able to come to Qufu?"

Zilu laughed and said: "Of course, it is Zigong. I also want him to come soon. Every time Zigong does business, he can bring back some local specialties, Jin Xinjiang's millet wine, I am I've been greedy for a long time! Everything in this country of Lu is good, but the wine is too thin, and it really tastesless when drinking..."

But he heard a clear middle-aged man's voice in the main room saying: "Yu, don't lie, are you back? Come in quickly."

When Yan Hui and Zilu heard the words, they walked down the steps in front of the hall, bowed to each other, climbed the steps together, and bowed again before entering the hall.

There is nothing else in the hall except for a few straw-woven seats, a few low desks, and copper-clad pottery beans on the desks. Yan Hui saw that the Master was kneeling on the seat by the window in the east, watching the bamboo slips in his hands in the early morning sun. Hearing the two people coming in, he gently put down the bamboo slips and raised his head.

Confucius was tall, wearing a moon-white Confucian robe, and his hair was fastened with copper hairpins. He was meticulous. His forehead was broad and broad, and his face was dark with Chinese characters, with only a few strands of white.

Zilu bowed empty-handed at the back, Yan Hui returned from a long journey, took a few steps forward, bowed his head, and Confucius also sat on the spot, bowing slightly to the two disciples.

"Get up, you, is the Yanghu family outside the door gone?"

"Master, Zilu has 'gifted' them away."

Confucius stroked his beard and said with a smile, "I don't know about you yet as a teacher? It's fine, just don't hurt anyone. It's getting late, go and call your disciples, and practice etiquette and archery as usual today."

"Only."

In front of Confucius, Zi Lu took the appearance of a ranger in the courtyard just now. Instead, he looked like a filial and elegant little boy. He gently closed the door and left.

Confucius sighed at Yan Hui and said, "Hui, do you know that since I got Zi Lu as a disciple, for more than ten years, because of him standing in front of me, those malicious words can no longer be passed on to me. In my ears, but I always worry about his too upright and reckless temperament. You are the opposite, don't take anger, don't be arrogant, treat people like a spring breeze, but try to persuade him a lot for me."

Yan Hui smiled and said, "The teacher has something to do, and the disciples obey him. Hui dares not to be ordered."

"Shan, come here to help my teacher grind ink, and look at the letter sent by Zigong. There are a lot of good things on it."

"A good thing?" Yan Hui was keenly aware that the Master's voice was different today, a little more excited than usual. What made the always calm Master so happy?

He leaned over and looked at the slip, which briefly described the political affairs and anecdotes that happened in Jin in the last month, almost all of which were related to the Zhao family.

One is that the Zhao family captured the auspicious white moose in the hunting ground; the other is that Song Qingleqi, who is well-known among the princes, was arrested in Jin; " ordinance.

Seeing the last one, Yan Hui immediately understood that the Master was the most opposed to the burial of a living person, and Zhao's move was right in the Master's arms.

Confucius sighed and said, "Ten years ago, Jin Qing Zhao Yang cast a cast iron cauldron and engraved the criminal law on it. At that time, I said that the Jin people did not obey the order handed down by Tang Shuyu and Jin Wengong, but they used Zhao Xuanzi's The promulgation of the law as a written law is a sign of chaos. If everything is based on a fixed criminal law, who will respect the orders of the nobles? Since then, the state of Jin has no order, so why is it a state? So I predict that Jin will be destroyed Back, what do you think?"

Yan Hui replied: "The law of Zhao Xuanzi was formulated by the State of Jin during Yizhisou (621 B.C.), when the ruler was not the ruler and the minister was not the minister. How can the system at that time be used a hundred years later? "

Confucius slammed his palms and sighed: "Of course, so after casting the punishment cauldron, I saw that Zhao Yang and knew that it was not in line with my way, the way was different, and it was not conspiracy."

"But now it seems that his concubine Zhao Wuxi is actually quite benevolent, replacing living people with pottery figurines and grass figures and promulgating them in the form of decrees. This is an unprecedented feat! It is also a change of Zhao's lawlessness. Be the forerunner of the good law."

Confucius said, then he stood up. He was tall and walked back and forth in the small hall with some excitement.

"I originally wondered why the white elk appeared on the land of the Zhao family. The white elk is a benevolent beast, and it will only appear when the world is in order, but not without a king, but the world is murky and dirty, why did the white elk choose to appear in this world at this time? I'm afraid it's a sign of Zhao's little gentleman's benevolence and righteousness!"

"Although the teacher has always advocated self-restraint and restoration of ritual, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, but the unkind and unrighteous habit of martyrdom is not included. Those who harm the living because of the heavy death are deviating from the way of benevolence."

"However, what Zhao's son did is still not perfect. I once said that whoever created the figurines has no successor? Why, first, the pottery figurines are made too human-like, and they are inhumane, and inhumane is cruel; the second is waste, Waste is not sympathetic to the people and will harm future generations. The funeral objects of the deceased should be symbolic straw people and mud horses, or objects that have no practical value in the present world.”

"What the Master said is very true."

Confucius stopped, stroked his beard, and said, "Although it's not perfect, such a big event must be described."

So he sat down again, spread out a bamboo slip, with a copper scraper in his left hand and a brush in his right, and began to write truthfully.

Yan Hui looked sideways, and saw ink characters leaping over the tip of the pen on the green-yellow bamboo.

He read in a low voice:

"In the sixth year of Gong, Jin Zhao Yang and Song Leqi hunted on Mian Shang, which is disrespectful; Zhao's son got Bai Mi without a shirt."

"During the winter solstice, the Jin people executed the Song Xingren Le Qi; Zhao Wuxizhi died, and Zhao Yang promised it."

"The white elk is an auspicious beast. Those who are benevolent will come, and those who are not benevolent will not. Zhongni said: Who is coming! Will the Zhao clan be prosperous?"

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I want to collect and recommend. The first volume is halfway through. I will return to the protagonist tomorrow. Confucius is really not easy to write. Whether you like him or hate him, it's a matter of opinion...