On the other side of the wall was a very clean cell, with a table and chairs in front of the wooden bed, and a thin young man sat in front of it.

Because the young man rarely saw the sun, his originally tanned skin was now a little pale, but this did not affect his eyes to be very energetic.

Holding the book and turning the pages, his eyes were full of persistence and seriousness, and at a glance, he knew that except for the pale spots, the rest of his energy was still very abundant.

Hearing Zhao Jin's shout, the young man put down his book and came to the corner of the wall, and through the fence at the very end, he finally saw half of Zhao Jin's face.

He smiled: "Father-in-law can't sleep?" ”

Zhao Jin said: "It's all you flipping through books, this is a prison, not your study, if you want to read books, you go out to read." ”

The young man said: "But it was the father-in-law who locked up the lowly position, there must be one who came first and then came, the father-in-law can't sleep, and the father-in-law has the ability to go out?" The bed in my father-in-law's house is wide and soft, and it must be very good to sleep on. ”

"Wang Shouren." Zhao Jin roared angrily.

This person is none other than Wang Yangming, who was imprisoned by Zhao Jin because of the impeachment of Zhao Jin and the defeat of Yang Houzhao before.

Li Zhao didn't dare to disturb the life trajectory of the saint at that time, and did not let Wang Yangming be spared from prison, but in life, she was still able to take care of the saint.

Let Zhang Yong give a message to the jailer that the saint's daily necessities should be readily available, and torture is absolutely not allowed.

So the life of the saint is not bad.

Wang Yangming saw that Zhao Jin was angry, and said unhurriedly: "Humble duty, what instructions do you have for Gonggong Zhao?" ”

After speaking, he said with a smile: "It shouldn't be called that now, Zhao Jin, you have been dismissed, and you are not on an errand for the emperor, you should call me Lord Wang." ”

Zhao Jin scolded: "You two stunned, who gave you the back door to let you go to prison and be so comfortable?" Waiting for our family to go out, you look good. ”

Wang Yangming asked, "Do you really think you can go out?" ”

"Our family can't get out, think you can get out?"

Wang Yangming said: "It is inevitable that I can go out, and you will definitely not be able to get out." ”

"Less fart." What Zhao Jin is most afraid of now is that he will die in prison all the time, so no matter who said this, he is very disgusted.

continued to scold: "Why can't you go out of our house?" “

"In good conscience." Wang Yangming said: "I started playing chess at the age of seven, and I was inspired to become a good general, drive out the Tartars, and drive them out of the border, when I was twelve years old, I wanted to be a saint, although I was beaten by my father, but the ambition is still there, I am determined to set up a heart for heaven and earth, establish a life for the people, continue to learn for the saints, and open peace for all generations."

I haven't done a bad thing so far, there may be pranks, but when I was a child, I don't annoy people, I don't cause trouble to others, I don't harm the people, I don't harm the country and the people, you say it yourself, why can't I get out?

On the other hand, I feel ashamed of all the things you do

So how can you possibly get out? But I can get out. ”

Zhao Jin was so angry that he smoked and said, "You nerd, you know a fart, our family has offended the queen, do you think the things you learned are really useful?" Do you think conscience works? I haven't heard of it, many good people starve to death, and the people who rely on them are not enough to live, even if our family kills 10,000 people, as long as they don't offend the queen, it's fine, but if the boat suddenly capsizes in the gutter, our family will definitely get up.

What conscience? Conscience is worth a piece of money, and conscience is not as good as the queen's smile, so with your kind of way of doing things, stupid, you will never be able to get out. ”

Is conscience useless?

What Zhao Jin said seems to make sense.

It's not reasonable, it's that he is talking about reality, and reality is so cruel.

He is dedicated to the country, but he will be imprisoned, if Zhao Jin hadn't offended the queen, he would still be in power.

Therefore, the reality is that power is greater than law, power is greater than reason, and power is greater than conscience.

Wang Yangming's slender and slender eyes subconsciously frowned together, he returned to his seat, picked up the mean annotated by Zhu Xi, and kept thinking that this reality must be wrong, and the wrong thing should be changed.

So how to change?

Why do the books of the saints teach people to have heavenly principles and eliminate human desires, and why do everyone have read the books for so many years, but their conscience still can't match the reality?

Conscience?

He put his hand on his chest and couldn't help asking himself, why is the word conscience so kind when he mentions it, like something stirring in his chest waiting to break out of the cocoon, but what is it?

Who am I?

Where am I from?

Who are you?

Conscience, conscience......

"Hey, hey, Wang Shouren, Wang Shouren, nerd......" Zhao Jin shouted for a long time, and the people over there replied, his cheeks flushed unnaturally with anger, and this nerd must not know what to think.

At this moment, the largest iron door of the cell rattled, the lock opened, and a fat man entered.

The man was carrying a food box, and he knew it was Zhang Yong by looking at his figure.

Zhao Jin stretched out his arm outside the fence and shouted, "Dead fatty, what are you doing here?" I know, Wang Shouren is taken care of by you, no wonder he is as comfortable in the edict prison as he is in his own home, against our family, and when our family goes out, you will look good. ”

Zhang Yong walked up to him with a smile, then handed the food box to the jailer, who opened the door and put it in the room, and then went out.

Zhao Jin didn't look at anything else, just stared at Zhang Yongdao: "What are you doing here?" You're not a thing when you're smiling, didn't Lord Banzai let you come? ”

Zhang Yongdao: "Zhao Badshui, didn't you forget that last time, before that guy was going to die, didn't our family also bring you here?" Forgot something in the blink of an eye? ”

Several of them have their own nicknames in private, and they all take each other.

Zhao Jin was reluctant to admit this nickname before, and he had quarreled with Zhang Yong, but this time he didn't seem to hear it at all, so he only asked, "What do you mean?" ”

Zhang Yongdao: "What do you say, how did we send Ma Yongcheng at the beginning, and today our family is here to send you." ”

So this is a guillotine meal?

He's going to die, too.

Zhao Jin roared: "You fart, long live the day before yesterday and sent a blanket to our family." ”

After speaking, he ran back to the bed, hugged the blanket at the door, and showed Zhang Yong as if he was holding a treasure: "See?" See? Long live the master, I'm afraid I'm cold. ”

Zhang Yong's eyes widened suddenly, and he raised his voice and said, "But Long Live Lord is so good to you, why do you still rebel?" You're going to kill Banzai. ”

Zhao Jin was so frightened that he thundered like five thunderbolts, and then scolded: "You don't frame people, how can we want to kill Long Live Lord?" You fart. ”

Zhang Yong suddenly smiled again, his white and tender face and eyes were raised, the first time it was not the smile of Maitreya Buddha, it was instantly replaced by a messenger of hell, and for a moment it was very terrifying.

Zhao Jin involuntarily took a step back.

Zhang Yong's teeth were still showing his smile outside, and his voice was low: "Think about it again, have you ever thought about rebellion?" Ever thought about replacing it?

Whether we have said it doesn't matter, you think for yourself. ”