People like Gu Yanwu and Huang Zongxi, Wang Kefan couldn't use them before.

Although both of them have official bodies, they are not the kind of scheming, long-sleeved bureaucrats who are good at dancing, although they are middle-aged, they still have a bookish anger on their bodies, although they have fought with the Qing army, but when it comes to the ability to fight, I am afraid that they are not as good as an ordinary general of the Chu army.

Regardless of the struggle of the court, the governance of the locality, and the ...... of military affairs, these aspects are not Gu Yanwu and Huang Zongxi's strengths, and both of them are scholars and are more suitable for scholars.

If Wang Kefan just wants to be an ordinary warlord, of course he doesn't need them.

In the court struggle, Fu Guan and Zhang Kuang are more reliable, and even Zhu Ji can help with advice. In the governance of the locality, officials such as plugging Yinxi, capable officials such as Xu Bingzhong, corrupt officials such as Bu Composition, etc., can make the best use of their talents. In terms of military affairs, there are not only Wang Sheng, Tan Xiao, Zhou Guodong and other descendants cultivated by themselves, but also good generals like Shi Lang, Li Guo, and Chen Youlong, who joined later, and a large number of young officers are growing rapidly...... In a word, there is no shortage of military generals, Wang Kefan.

But with the expansion of Chu Xun's power, relying on these people alone is no longer enough.

Different patterns, different needs.

What Wang Kefan needs most now is a man who seeks the country!

Those who seek the country may not be good at the struggle of the imperial court, and the key is to help the superior grasp the principles and policies and make choices in the big strategy. For example, in the early years of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Sheng built a high wall to Zhu Yuanzhang, "build a high wall, accumulate grain, and slowly become the king", which is better than thousands of troops and horses in one sentence, and for example, Niu Jinxing assisted Li Zicheng, and Li Chuang Liukou was able to overthrow the Ming Dynasty in the end.

Wang Kefan's side. There is a lack of such senior staff.

Gu Yanwu and Huang Zongxi look quite suitable.

Of course, this kind of person can't be tied up. It's useless to tie it hard, Wang Kefan has done everything he can, the key is how they choose.

Thinking divergently, there are many celebrities in this era, as long as it can be used by me, why not?

Wang Kefan spread out his pen and paper and wrote a warrant to the Intelligence Bureau. Ordered Quan Xi to send people to contact Jiangnan Qian Qianyi and go to Shandong to find Lu Liuliang. If you encounter influential literati like Wu Weiye and Hou Fangyu, try to provide them with some help.

On winter nights, the night breeze on the river is getting colder, and there are no obvious gaps in the cabin windows. But the north wind came in without penetration. Make a pee-huh-whining sound. Under the swaying lights, Wang Kefan's figure remained motionless like a rock for a long time, and time passed minute by minute.

Tonight is another busy night.

The north wind blows the sails, the night sailing boat splits the waves, and goes upstream, and the river hits the side of the boat, and retreats to both sides with a clamour. There was a white wave. Gu Yanwu and Huang Zongxi stood at the bow of the boat, occasionally talking in a low voice. More often than not, he stared at the river and was silently distracted.

Chu Xun, where is the big ship going?

In the past ten days, from Jiangxi to Hunan, they have seen and felt too much, from the shock and surprise at the beginning, to the confusion and thinking later, and then to the current calm, for Chu Xun and Chu Jun, they have made their own evaluations in their hearts.

But along the way, they rarely talked about Chu Xun, rarely talked about the new atmosphere of Jiangxi and Hunan, and usually talked about the most together in scripture articles.

The text is born from the heart, talking about the scriptures, you can see the subtle knowledge, observe the other party's essence and character, if you have similar academic views, you can be introduced as like-minded friends, continue to have more in-depth exchanges.

Such a subtle way of communication is unique to Confucian culture and has become a habit of the Chinese people. In the commodity society of later generations, talking about scriptures became drinking, and a special wine table culture was developed, in fact, it was the same in the bones.

Gu Yanwu and Huang Zongxi are both great Confucians, although they have not yet reached the realm of grandmasters, their academic ideas have been basically formed, and there are many topics to talk about along the way, and there have been a lot of sparks between the two of them.

At first, the communication between the two people was very pleasant, but as the topic deepened, they gradually disagreed. Gu Yanwu Shanggu dismisses Xinxue, but Huang Zongxi is Liu Zongzhou's proud disciple, and he regards himself as the heir of authentic Xinxue, and the two of them can't get along.

The Tao is different, not conspiring.

If you can't talk about it together, you won't talk about more sensitive topics, and along the way, the two people are looking at each other, and although they are polite when they meet, they hide their thoughts in the bottom of their hearts.

But tonight, the situation is somewhat peculiar.

"Mr. Tinglin, I'm here to say goodbye today." Huang Zongxi said: "When I arrive in Changsha tomorrow, I will take the first step, and we will see you in Guilin." ”

"Well, it's more convenient that way. Oh, are you planning to say goodbye without saying goodbye and say hello to Wang Junmen? Gu Yanwu nodded, Huang Zongxi is a backbone member of the Donglin Party, although he is not too close to Lu Daqi and others, but he also has a bit of incense, if he returns to Guilin with Wang Kefan, it will inevitably cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.

"If you don't say hello, you won't be able to leave." Huang Zongxi said with a smile: "Wang Junmen is full of enthusiasm, Huang has no merit to suffer, he can't afford it, if he is destined in the future, there will always be a chance to make amends." ”

There was something implicit in this, Gu Yanwu's eyebrows raised slightly, and asked: "The Qing army is strong, and in two or three years, Jiangnan may be difficult to recover, what is Mr. Lizhou's plan?" ”

You are the king of Lu Zhu Yihai's people, the king of Lu is defeated and trapped on Zhoushan Island, what are you going to do? The Longwu court is so prosperous, there is a lot to be done to resist the Qing Dynasty and restore the country, at this time, do you want to go back to your hometown and continue to be a submissive citizen to the Manchus?

"The ethics of kings and ministers should not be discarded, I should follow the example of the ancients, travel thousands of miles, read thousands of books, and seek the way in the world." Huang Zongxi didn't tell the truth, he was really loyal to King Lu, what did he do when he came to Emperor Longwu's side?

"The righteousness of the Spring and Autumn Period is especially greater than that of the monarch and the minister!" Gu Yanwu's voice was not high, but his tone was very heavy.

"This is a great goodness, and I understand it in my heart." This sentence went to Huang Zongxi's heart. As the most outstanding intellectuals in the late Ming Dynasty, Huang Zongxi and Gu Yanwu both had the idea of lighting the monarch and could look at the relationship between the monarch and the minister from a higher perspective.

He paused, and suddenly asked, "Wang Junmen, I don't know what Mr. Tinglin has to say......

Something, at last, came out.

Needless to say, it is too thorough, and both people can understand it.

The night guard next to him was very strange.

In the middle of the night, these two gentlemen ran to the bow of the boat to blow the cold wind, what a pair of strange people, I heard that they were both learned people, and they didn't know what they were talking about, but unfortunately the wind was too strong to hear clearly.

……

When they arrived in Changsha the next day, the family had already arranged a qiē, and after Wang Kefan and Zhu Ji got off the boat, they were immediately sent back to the house, changed into new auspicious clothes, and became the bride and groom.

Although Wang Kefan was only a concubine, the civil and military officials in Changsha all came to cheer the party, gave various gifts, and ate two glasses of wedding wine, and the wedding was very lively.

At the banquet, Wang Kefan toasted from table to table, and when he came to Huang Zongxi, he made a special request and asked him to name his son.

"Hey, don't dare, don't dare! In front of Mr. Tinglin, I better not be ugly. Huang Zongxi resigned again and again.

This is what Uchiko meant, she also admires Mr. Tinglin very much, but I want the fish, and the bear's paw is also what I want, so I have to give up the fish and take the bear's paw. Mr. Lizhou is older, so don't shirk it, please give the dog a name! ”

Wang Kefan was joking, and the reason was completely tenable, Huang Zongxi was a few years older than Gu Yanwu, and he should be respected, and it would be more appropriate for him to be named.

The others coaxed one after another, Gu Yanwu was also humble, and Huang Zongxi finally nodded: "Okay, just let me think about it, um, um, um......"

After drinking another glass of wine, Huang Zongxi's eyes lit up, he looked at Gu Yanwu and said, "In the name of Jingwei, how about it?" ”

"Jingwei" is a poem written by Gu Yanwu, written before going to Shaanxi, the poem compares itself with the reclamation of Jingwei, expressing the determination to resist the Qing Dynasty and restore the Ming Dynasty.

The crowd applauded.

Wang Kefan has a black line.

Wang Jingwei!

Huang Lizhou, Mr. Huang, you didn't come to spoof you, did you?

"This ......, I forgot to say it just now, in the student's family tree, the dog's generation is sorted by the word 'Si', please Mr. Lizhou give another name." In a hurry, Wang Kefan finally found a reason to refuse, I am from the 'gram' generation, and my son is from the 'thinking' generation, so I must not be called Wang Jingwei!

"Oh, since that's the case, let's think of another one." Huang Zongxi is full of learning Confucianism in the end, and he groaned for a while: "Let's call Wang Siping, 'Today's people are in the midst of misery, and they will open peace for all generations, and this is the responsibility of our generation', how about opening peace for all generations?" ”

Wang Siping? This is quite reliable, although it is not amazing, but the boy's name should not be amazing, just be decent.

It's good not to call Wang Jingwei, it's really dangerous!

Wang Kefan raised his glass to thank him again, and everyone drank it all.

In the second half of the banquet, Huang Zongxi got up and left, and Gu Yanwu saw it and hurriedly followed.

Back at the Yin Hotel, Huang Zongxi called out his entourage, took the luggage that had been packed a long time ago, and took out a big green donkey, Gu Yanwu sent him outside the city, and waved goodbye at the leaving pavilion.

"Take care." Gu Yanwu saluted.

"Well, I'm going to Guilin too, and I'll see you again soon." Huang Zongxi returned the salute, got on the green donkey and floated away.

In the distance, his long groan was suddenly heard, which was Gu Yanwu's "Jingwei".

"There is injustice in all things, and you are miserable,

Will be an inch long, and the wood will be in the end of the ancient times?

I would like to level the East China Sea, and my body and heart will not change,

There is no time for the sea to be peaceful, and my heart is endless.

Alack! You don't see,

There are many birds in the West Mountain, and magpies come and go, and the swallows come and go, and they become a ......"

Gu Yanwu was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Huang Lizhou, this person, is really a wonderful person. ”

The first sentence of the poem "Jingwei" is "Everything is uneven", Huang Zongxi's name just now is Wang Siping, and after a long time, he still holds on to this poem.

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More than half of the next chapter is written.,Strive to send it out before 12 o'clock.,Come on! (To be continued......)