Yan Kun's words were amazing, but Chen Ke didn't react.

For ancient people, it was too normal to speak a little unrestrained.

The great poet Yuan Zhi of the Tang Dynasty even wrote the poem "I am in a state of illness today, only dreaming of idlers and not dreaming of kings", to Bai Juyi, a poet who was also famous at that time.

Even in Daqin, it is normal.

Li Si also often speaks amazingly, what I like, what I am happy with because of you, etc.

He understood that what Yan Kun expressed should be another kind of admiration.

Sure enough.

Yan Kun then said: "Chen Shaofu's various whimsical ideas are really desirable. ”

There was a little emotion in his voice: "And the thoughts of Shaofu are also fascinating." ”

"Like an ocean of unbridled spirits, raging across the horizontal, rushing in my heart."

Yan Kun looked at Chen Shaofu with his eyes: "Shaofu is not Confucian, non-Mo, non-Taoist, but it is different from Lu Buwei's miscellaneous family. ”

"Lü Buwei's miscellaneous family, worthy of the name, is "miscellaneous", miscellaneous and miscellaneous."

"But Shaofu is mixed and refined, and all kinds of ideas are glued together in a strange way."

Yan Kun said a lot, with admiration and admiration in his eyes.

The fishing rod in Chen Ke's hand moved slightly, as if a fish had bitten the hook, and even lifted it.

A fish hangs from his rod, bouncing around.

"If it weren't for the difference in the Dao, I and Shaofu would be in the Boyazi period, and you and I would meet bosom friends in the mountains and rivers."

Yan Kun sighed lightly.

He looked at Chen Ke and said, "It's just a pity, why is Shaofu different from me?" ”

Yan Kun's voice was filled with regret and pain, as if this matter was a devastating blow to him.

Chen Ke just smiled and shook his head.

He plucked the fish from the rod and put them in a nearby barrel.

"You and I are different, why are we different?"

Chen Ke looked at Yan Kun: "I am happy for Daqin and all the people in the world." ”

"And what about you?"

Chen Ke pointed at Yan Kun, and he put his finger on his heart.

"Jun is Confucianism, for himself."

"So you and I are different."

Chen Ke calmly threw the fishing rod into the lake, and the lake rippled slightly.

"If you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and work hard for the Great Qin and the well-being of the people, instead of working hard for the restoration of Confucianism."

"Even if you are willing to put Confucianism and Great Qin in the same position."

"You and I don't make a difference."

Yan Kun was silent, and after a moment he said, "I can't do it." ”

"Since I was born in Confucianism, I naturally have to work hard for the recovery of Confucianism."

"I'm even more confused, why is Chen Shaofu from the Mo family, but he doesn't work hard for the Mo family?"

Chen Ke's expression was calm and he put down the things in his hand.

"Because I have the world in my heart, the Mo family also has the world in my heart."

"In the Confucian classics, the righteousness and the world are also put first, but you have not done it."

Chen Ke smiled slightly: "Perhaps, this is the difference of the Tao, I don't want to conspire with it, right?" ”

Yan Kun was speechless, sitting there, looking at the gurgling water in the distance.

...........

Xianyang City, downtown area

A man with tattered clothes and hands tied headed towards the middle of the city.

He was surrounded by a large number of soldiers, as if they were guarding against something.

It is Chun Yu Yue.

At this time, Confucianism had not yet become the kind of Confucianism of later generations, and there were also many Confucian disciples who knew martial arts.

This is to prevent someone from coming to save Chun Yuyue.

Chun Yuyue's expression remained unchanged, and he walked on the long street with a relaxed face, walking step by step.

Every inch of land he walked under his feet was what he had experienced.

Since you have planned and worked hard for the sake of planning, is it important to win or not?

It may have been important before, but it is no longer important.

Chun Yuyue walked forward with a calm expression.

In my dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for joy.

A slight drizzle fell on the long street, spreading on the ground, reflecting the slightly cold sky.

A little cold shines on everything.

Chun Yu tightened his clothes tightly, slightly feeling the ridiculousness of his life.

But for a moment, it's like a dream.

He had already arrived in the middle of the city, and the Iron Eagle Guards on the side knelt on the ground against him.

The rain on the wooden planks mixed with the dirt stained his prison clothes, and Chun Yuyue still held his head high even when he knelt there.

"Zeng"

The rain washed over the long knife, and the red rain on the long knife fell down the blade and dripped to the ground, forming a small mud puddle.

In the dream, he was a guest in and out of the dream, and he was alive because he died.

Chun Yuyue's eyes were not comparable even in the end, and he kept trying to open them wide, as if he wanted to look at this Lang Lang Qiankun.

Under the firmament, above the firmament.

The Confucian generation of Confucianism died in Yue.

..........

Inside the Yichun Palace

Fusu stood outside the Yichun Palace, looking at the wind and rain outside the hall, and sighed softly.

Colorful clouds rose in the distance, and the non-stop rain seemed to stop.

Fusu sighed.

Then he bent down and saluted.

No matter how Chun Yuyue is, how big mistakes he makes, and how he misleads him.

Now that he is dead, those grievances should be over.

The rest is all about him and his own teachings.

Although there are a lot of "private goods" mixed in this teaching, Chun Yuyue is his enlightenment teacher after all.

I've been teaching him since more than ten years ago.

More than ten years of grievances, now with the dissipation of this rain, let's disperse together.

..........

A corner of Xianyang City, a little distance outside the palace.

It happens to be a place far away from the place where the Afang Palace was originally to be built, and there is a place that is considered a palace and is not a palace.

This is the Hundred Family Palace.

When Chen Ke held an anthology contest before, Ying Zheng had already ordered the construction of this palace.

This palace is not majestic, but has been remodeled on the basis of a palace from the past.

On the plaque, there are several large characters written in magnificence.

"Hundred Family Palace"

The setting of the Hundred Family Palace is in accordance with the system of the Doctor's Palace in the past, but only a few things have been modified.

It has four veins, including the "Palace of Literature", "Palace of Science and Technology", "Palace of Philosophy", and "Palace of Law".

Chen Ke held an umbrella and stood in the rain, looking at the appearance of this Baijia Palace, with emotion in his eyes.

This so-called Baijia Palace actually has the shadow of a university in later generations.

He looked around.

It is built on the river and has a quiet environment.

Isn't the Palace of Literature the Department of Literature? Isn't the Science and Technology Palace the Department of Engineering? Isn't the Palace of Law the Faculty of Law? Isn't the Philosophy Palace the Department of Philosophy?

It's just that there are fewer and fewer genre departments, and Chen Ke needs to slowly add them to it.

Just as Chen Ke was admiring, a person walked in the distance with a smile on his face.

"Shaofu today, how can you have time to come to the Baijia Palace?"

"It just so happens that this Baijia Palace was completed today, and I also invite Shaofu to come in."

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