Yin Zhen pinched the note in his hand and looked at it silently, and I almost thought he was petrified before he raised his head to look at me.

Actually, what I wrote was "Yong", only the same sound and not the same word.

I'm also afraid, I'm afraid of being treated as a demon...... Quan Xian'er's profession is not so easy to do, especially if there is no hexagram money, and you must understand the truth of mediocrity in order to ensure the longevity of your life.

Vulgar, usually, too.

The golden mean is the highest moral standard in the eyes of Confucius. Teach people to be upright, compromise and peaceful, adapt to the times, adhere to the golden mean, be cautious and cultivate alone, be loyal and tolerant, and be sincere and conscientious.

Regarding the mean, I haven't studied it carefully, but I loved to read comics back then, and I watched Cai Zhizhong's "The Mean" twice, and drew a few more articles, and that's it. Thankfully, I remembered.

In fact, in my mind, this kind of great truth of life should be learned in practice, even if I fall and understand it again, I will remember it more firmly, not from the teachings of books and words. I believe what the great leader Grandpa Mao said: Practice is the only criterion for testing truth.

As for the Yongzi given by Kangxi to Yinzhen, and also. Is he also because he knows too much about this son's temperament, so he is hinting at the reminder, or praising him for doing it first?

I think the recent Yinzhen seems to be like this, not fighting, not grabbing, not highlighting the table, and not falling behind, Kangxi's errand is not badly completed, and nothing else. His peaceful and stable living state is like the true inheritance of Master Confucius, and under the appearance of loyalty and patriotism, even his father, son, filial piety, brothers, friends and brothers are vividly expressed by him.

Yin Zhen didn't say anything about the word I wrote, but after reading me for a while, he refolded the note and put it back in the box, locked it again, and put the key in the purse around his waist. He walked out of my room with the box in his hand and said, "When you think about it, remember to sue me." ”

I saw his upright box on the shelf of the study, and saw the Buddhist scriptures and Analects he placed on the desk, and neatly copied the text of the Yongye chapter on the pages of the paper flat on the table:

Quality is better than literature, and literature is better than quality. Polite, then gentlemanly.

The golden mean is also virtue, and it is the utmost to the end! The people have been there for a long time.

Those who are benevolent will establish people if they want to establish themselves, and they will reach people if they want to reach them.

……

I shook my head and smiled, took a pen and put another piece of paper, and wrote:

The central idea of Confucius is benevolence!

The expression of benevolence is to establish people if you want to do to others, to reach people if you want to achieve them, and not to do to others what you do not want. For example, with benevolence as the ontology, the expression xiàn is in specific behaviors: filial piety to parents, love to brothers, faith to friends, loyalty to the country, and love to others.

My central idea is a why!

The expression of why is to ask people if you don't understand, answer people if you understand, and ask God if you don't understand. For example, if we take why as the ontology, we must express Xiàn in specific life: we must know how to reason, we must be suspicious, we must be full of curiosity, we must be meticulous, and we must break the casserole and ask to the end.

Son......

The Son once said:

If you have a car, you want a house, if you have a prince, you want a son, if you have silver, you want a seat, and if you have a seat, you can get a shelf

Take care of the face first and then the inside, fill the stomach first and then replenish the brain, go around in circles and then think of ideas, first put up the shelf and then make money

Beat the beat and hum the tune, swallow the melon seeds and shake the chair, touch the nails to have fun, and think of a foolish life

A house with two quilts, three windows and four chairs, no matter whether a man or a woman, whether Lao Tzu or a boy

Confucius, Mencius, Laozi, Zhuangzi, men and women, black and white, wandering sons, prodigal sons, fat and thin people, upright gentlemen, gentlemen on Liang

Don't be a vulgar person, don't be a judge, don't be a leader, don't be a ruffian, don't be fat, don't pretend, don't play sex, don't sell off

The happy life of a little girl should be so free.

I don't know if Yinzhen will see it when he comes back, so he pressed the two pages he had written under the ruler, closed the door of the study and happily returned to his small courtyard. Seeing the red pull who was stroking the qin, he taught her Zi Yue to hum, nearly a thousand words of songs without duplicates, connected to a few simple English, and the little girl learned so fast. Hongwan happily threw down the guzheng and jumped on the recliner, holding the puppy while shaking and humming, the small mouth kept moving, and the articulate tongue made me sigh to myself.

In the end, even Hongwan, who was writing on the side, learned to do so.

I saw that his poems that were originally well written had become either this or that, and I couldn't help but hug him and laugh. Hongwan pursed the corners of his mouth and stared at his words, his brows furrowed like his Amma, very unhappy.

Hongwan jumped off the recliner, jumped in front of us, looked up at Hongwan, who was much taller than her and was held in my arms, and smiled. He took his brother's hand and shook it, still humming and chirping.

It wasn't until a light cough came from behind him that Hongwan shrank his neck and pushed Hongwan into my arms, his pointed little chin resting on my shoulder and looking in the direction of the courtyard gate.

Mei Yu and the words of the explanation are older, but their brains are clearer, and they pulled the two children back to their respective rooms.

Still no one cares about me, it's been like this for so many years. They also know that the person who issued the moon silver is me, but this family belongs to the fourth master.

I crouched in place and waited for the cool man to come behind me and bend over to look at me before I looked up and grinned at him. The evidence of my guilt was pinched by him and shook in front of his eyes, fluttering in the wind.

Well, the more I write, the better it looks, and in addition to criticism and self-criticism from time to time, I still have to praise and self-praise often, so that life will be better.

The man's deep voice is still very magnetic, which makes me feel good, but it is too strict, but fortunately, the expression has not changed, "Zi is talking to you about this?"

The banter hidden in the voice is still obvious, although there is also some dissatisfaction. I pulled the paper in his hand and rubbed it a few times, and he took it back from his palm, and reluctantly stood up and patted the hem of his shirt and trouser legs and walked to the room.

It's almost the New Year, why does the sun still appear so briefly. It didn't take a while, and then it disappeared.

Kangxi didn't know what he was thinking, he often asked him to go to the tomb, because Mao didn't let him go this year, really, he didn't hurt his fourth child at all...... daughter-in-law. I sometimes wonder if Kangxi doesn't know the hard truth of short-handedness, or maybe I should make some offerings to Emperor Lao Tzu every now and then, and use silver to make a dot or two.

Yinzhen followed me into the house, sat in the chair at the table and watched me recline on the soft couch, lazy like a cat beside me, if the hands and feet were shorter, it is estimated that the posture of four paws facing the sky can be learned.

I simply closed my eyes and pretended to sleep when he didn't speak, but I heard him sigh, and when I opened my eyes, the person had already sat in front of me, leaned over and stared at me, and complained, "If you teach Bang'er this, your wedding dress doesn't need to be sewn, who would dare to marry her and enter the door." ”

Didn't they all say that the emperor's daughter didn't worry about getting married? He was worried that he wouldn't be able to marry his son, and he wasn't sure what his status would be in the future? So he was now cultivating himself for the sake of Mao? Even if he was just a prince, he was afraid that the gate of Prince Yong's mansion would be trampled on by the people who proposed marriage, and some people would cry and shout to marry his daughter.

Don't...... Am I really so sinful? I can still harm my own daughter!

Seeing that his serious appearance didn't look like a fake, I half-stood up and leaned over to get serious, "Bang'er is still young...... I won't teach her that anymore. It's just that I'm like this, didn't I marry you the same, I don't think I can be happier than marrying you. If that's the case, I'm worried about Bang'er, and I don't know where to find a good man for her in the future. ”

I could feel the breath coming out of his nose, long, like a silent sigh. The face was not far from me, not close, still looking at me, unchanged and expressionless.

I looked at him carefully, sat up straight, and said tentatively: "You have changed from the prince to the elder brother of the prince, and now you have become the prince, and I have not affected you...... bar. "In the end, I'm a little less sure, and I'm suspicious of the fact that I'm quickly stuffing into my slow-spinning brain," or rather, if it weren't for me, you would have been the king of the county sooner or later...... Are you......? Do you hate me?"

My eyes weren't wet, but I could feel the tears quickly flowing back into my heart, so many years...... I've been dragging him down, enjoying the little happiness he gave, but like a fool, I don't think about anything, I don't know what he thinks of me.

However, he never said, how do I know what is wrong with me and how to change it?

His eyebrows were pressed very low, his eyes were half-narrowed, his pupils constricted, and a shallow fine line appeared at the end of his eyes. This man has become more and more mature over time, and I thought that nothing had changed, but it turned out that after getting along for a long time, many details were taken for granted.

I saw my own little reflection in his inky pupils, strange, pale, and frightened. I felt that my whole body was tense, the heat continued to evaporate from my pores, the warm hand stove next to me was like a piece of ice piercing my skin through my clothes and pants, the fingertips grasping the soft brocade trembled slightly, the nails scraped on it I could almost hear the sizzling sound, and my heart felt like someone was pinching it tightly and twisting it hard, and it hurt.

"I'm tired, sleep, you go get busy. ”

"You're afraid, it's like this. ”

Our voices rang out at the same time, and I was still thinking about being alone for a while, but my mind was trying to spin on what he had just said.

He was laughing, and the shallow lines that we would call wisdom lines became deeper, and his face came to me, and the tips of his noses touched me, hot and cold like each other's breath.

"What?" I heard my voice tremble a little, and I closed my mouth stiffly, my teeth biting my lower lip hard to keep it from disobedient.

"I said......" The warm palm of his hand pressed against my face and the thumb of his fingertips swiped, his slender fingers hooked behind my ear, wrapped around my neck, and his breath entwined my breath between the breaths, "You're scared." ”

"Yes, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of dragging you down, I'm afraid that you will hate me, I'm afraid that you don't want me. I know I'm not good enough, and I'm in my 30s, so it's not as funny as those little women in their youth? Anyway, you have a lot of choices, and even if there aren't enough women in this house, you can always marry one or two more. Prince Yong, there are so many young and beautiful girls who want to marry you, and there are ...... everywhere in and outside the house."

I pushed his shoulders and neck, but I couldn't push away the hot and humid heat that was blocking my lips. The fingers on my face flicked under my eyes, wiping away the tears that I couldn't help falling, and new ones flowed under his fingertips, seeping into the corners of his lips and being picked up by the tip of his tongue between my mouth, not salty, slightly bitter.