"Da Lang, why is the slave more confused the more he listens?" When she went back, Jiang Xing'er sat in the carriage and asked.

Jiang Xing'er still has the qualifications to be confused, but poor Si'er is still at a loss in her eyes. Although Si'er also knows a lot of words, it is always small, Zheng Lang talked to Feng Yuan, and it was good to point to it, it was impossible to argue repeatedly, it was not because he was afraid that he could not explain clearly, but because he looked down on Feng Yuan.

Therefore, the more Jiang Xing'er listened, the more she didn't understand.

Si'er nodded and said, "Yes, it's so mysterious, it's more mysterious than listening to the monk's chanting." ”

"Confucianism is not mysterious, what is mysterious is Taoism and Buddhism," Zheng Lang said not Taoism and Buddhism, but Taoism and Buddhism, which has a strong sense of irony. It is not to say that the two teachings are bad, but to ridicule Confucianism. It is precisely because of the original rigorous theory of Taoism that it finally developed, from a family to a religion. But what about Confucianism?

Although the rulers made it the religion of the state, its influence in the hearts of the people has never been spelled out by the two religions.

As for Xuanhu, as long as the various concepts of Confucianism are synthesized and elaborated, is it really Xuanhu? However, the more Confucian scholars themselves talked, the more mysterious they became, if benevolence, if courtesy.

Back at the inn, continue to read and write.

But the news came out again.

From where did Mrs. Xia come from. The history books criticized Xia Zhu as useless, that is a little excessive, this person has literary talents, martial arts and military strategy, and he is also a very good talent, just for promotion, he used some very bad means. But you can't knock him to the ground all at once, if that's the case, what is it if Ouyang Xiu did that thing with Han Qi in his later years?

But his casualness does find many tongues for people, such as his life, he likes to eat stalactite porridge, this thing is poisonous, and when he wakes up every morning, his whole body is as cold as ice, and he has to be hugged by a beautiful little girl for a long time to restore normal body energy. Another example is when he traveled, connecting two luxury carriages together, covering them with a brocade account worth thousands of taels of silver, forming an extra-long luxury version of a long RV, and Xia Zhu lay in it to swagger through the market.

But his official position, this salary, coupled with his cleverness, a little management, is enough for him to live this luxurious life. And the other person is also, Kou Zhun, who lives a luxurious life, which is better than Xia Zhu.

But Minister Qingliu didn't like his femininity, so he made all kinds of accusations against his style of life.

On that day, Zheng Lang inadvertently said those words in the palace, which fell into Xia Zhu's heart. So he got a good feeling, and when he went home, he told his wife everything that had happened. Mrs. Xia is also a great talented girl, she writes a good hand, can also write poems and articles, her mother's family is big, and Lao Xia is usually a little afraid.

This is a very interesting thing, and after Xia Zhu went home, he treated it as a surprise and told Mrs. Xia. Mrs. Xia has a good memory, and when she visited the door, she also said it. So the news spread from the boudoir to the outside.

In fact, without Zheng Lang, the mighty Confucianism of the Song Dynasty is about to begin, although there is no Zheng Lang to take advantage of the advantages of later generations and see such a long-term view, but this reform of Confucianism is also a grand event in the literary world. But that happened gradually, not as abrupt as Zheng Lang.

How many people are pouring in the capital at this time? They were all stunned. But Feng Yuan didn't say anything, what could he say?

But soon attracted by another thing.

The old lady wants to worship the temple. Originally, it was beyond reproach, these old ladies can be regarded as having made a lot of contributions to the Great Song Dynasty, and it is not impossible to pay homage to the ancestors of the Zhao family. But the old lady was very eccentric, and she ordered to wear the emperor's Yan's costume into the Zhao family's temple.

Under the edict, it was chaotic.

First, Yan Shu held "Zhou Guan" and read the queen on it to persuade him, but the old lady didn't listen, and then went to Xue Kui, held up his tooth wat and asked: "The queen mother said, is it to worship as a Han'er or as a daughter?" ”

Don't be mistaken, old lady, you are still the daughter-in-law of the Zhao family, you have to be a little more behaved.

As the ministers echoed, the old lady didn't listen, but slightly reduced some of her rituals, and still walked to the temple in the imperial costume.

The whole city was in an uproar.

Xing'er heard about it, and asked nervously: "The Queen Mother doesn't want anything else, right?" ”

"What do you think?" Zheng Lang knocked her little head. The old lady is too much to make her son's small actions speechless, and she uses such actions to make a small counterattack and see who is in charge in this world! But this pair of mother and son, such a big thing, is a child's play. It's not a dark and strange palace dispute, but it's very much like two children in the yard's house.

So Lu Yijian didn't make a sound this time.

Isn't it just a piece of clothing? The old lady doesn't wear it, the Great Song Jiangshan in the past ten years, isn't she the master of the house? Wear it, she still can't be the emperor.

Xue Kui: This is a big fuss.

This matter didn't matter, but next year Xue Kui did a very disgusting thing, and it was also one of the few things that Zheng Lang was embarrassed about. He doesn't know what's right or wrong, and he doesn't know whether to stop it, or how to stop it. Although the old lady threw him into the prison of Kaifeng Mansion, after all, strictly speaking, he was gracious after all.

Write the words, take Jiang Xing'er and Si'er, take a carriage, and drive to the Yamen of Kaifeng Mansion.

Along the way, there were many lifters who looked sideways. But at this time, Zheng Lang's eyes were a little surprised, if he said words or poems or paintings, it was only an elegant thing, but when it came to the heart of Confucianism, the surname was completely different.

At the beginning of enlightenment, it can still be said that there is a kind of sophistry, but later benevolence and righteousness, and then to the etiquette of Fengfu, one, this is all the core of Confucianism, and he dares to say that nearly half of the "Shangshu" is a pseudo. Whether it's right or wrong, with this talent and courage, it is beyond his own ability.

When he arrived at the Kaifeng Mansion, he handed the word to Cheng Lin, and Cheng Lin breathed a sigh of relief. This kid's reputation is getting bigger and bigger, and the pressure on himself is getting heavier and heavier, who stole these manuscripts, and he actually checked for a long time, and there was no clue.

Now that you have these letters, you can engrave them on the walls of Xiangguoji Temple and attract attention and reduce your stress.

The words handed over by Zheng Lang are not only manuscripts, but also some Confucian scriptures, but the special surname of Xiangguo Temple is destined to be unable to transcend the world, and these manuscripts will bring more popularity to Xiangguo Temple. Cheng Lin persuaded him, and several big monks of Xiangguo Temple agreed half-pushed.

It's gone, isn't it? Cheng Lin thought so.

Rub it on the wall, and if you want the word, you can copy it yourself and get the word. Then the value of the word will fall, and the quality of the surname of the case will also decline. But I didn't expect it to happen again.

As the New Year approached, Zheng Lang bought some gifts for Song Bo to take back and give to a few mothers. Continue to study, there is no rush now, it will not happen until next year. But when he got up that morning, Shopkeeper Yan ran in with a sad face, and said, "Zheng Jieyuan, something is going on again." ”

"What's the matter?" Zheng Langhu was puzzled.

"Come and see." Bringing Zheng Lang to the back is the bedroom of the shopkeeper Yan's house. There are his own, and two sons and daughters-in-law, the row on the left is the house where the next person lives, and the right is a small garden, which is not big, carrying some flowers at random, and there are two houses on the edge of the garden, one of which is renovated by the shopkeeper Yan and changed into a small study room for his grandson to read in it.

But at this time, there were many subordinates in front of the study, and his grandson was also crying and sad, standing at the door of the study and not knowing what to do.

"What happened?"

"You come in." Led Zheng Lang into the study, there were two rows of bookshelves with some books on them, and there was a desk by the window, which was similar to Zheng Lang's house, but it was not as big as Zheng Lang's room, it was just a simple study, not like Zheng Lang's house, which was not only a study, but also a bedroom. There was a large cabinet in the corner, with an iron chain on the cabinet, plus a large lock, but at this moment the lock was smashed, and the door opened, and the inside was empty.

"It's ......"

"Zheng Jieyuan, you gave my boy's words and put them in this cabinet, so that my little grandson can take them out and copy them when he is free."

Zheng Lang wiped his sweat, who is this, stealing words and stealing them all to this.

"Why didn't you report to the official?"

"Needless to say, there is an inner ghost, I don't know what will happen to the officer?" The shopkeeper Yan's face was wrinkled together.

"Not necessarily, when I gave you those manuscripts, I just picked out the ones that represented the surnames and hung them out. There are not many people who know about this, and if you have a heart, you also know that you have my manuscript in your house. Therefore, you should report to the authorities. ”

If this person is not caught, he will not feel at ease. I couldn't tell that I fell asleep in the middle of the night that day, and then I broke out in a cold sweat, and through the hazy moonlight, I saw a few masked sweaters standing in the room, rummaging everywhere, maybe pointing a knife at myself, so as not to let myself shout. That's so oozing!

Shopkeeper Yan couldn't make up his mind, and after listening to it, he said, "Okay." ”

Cheng Lin ran over with the official again, and he couldn't laugh or cry, this thief was not only bold, but also went too far. But this time there was finally a clue. Because there are not many people who know where these manuscripts are placed, there may not be internal ghosts, but if you want to know the whereabouts of knowledge, you must talk to the people in the backyard of the Yan family. So he interrogated the Yan family up and down, and finally found a clue. The day before yesterday, a little maid in the Yan family's house went to the street to buy things, and bumped into a middle-aged beautiful woman on the way, who was very beautiful. The little maid said I'm sorry, and the beautiful woman didn't blame her, and suddenly said, you are the little maid of the inn where Zheng Jieyuan lives, right?

It's a very long-faced thing, and the little maid even said yes.

So the two of them began to talk, and the beautiful woman said that there were more manuscripts in this cabinet in the study.

After finishing speaking, his face turned white with fright, and he didn't know how to distinguish it.

"You are unintentional, it has nothing to do with you." Cheng Lin said that even without this little maid, thieves have many ways to get information.

But it may not be related to this beautiful woman, and the trial continues, but there are no more clues that make people suspicious. Cheng Lin called Zheng Lang over, told him what had happened, and then said, "Is there still a female snitch?" ”