On this day, Zheng Haizhu and Zhu Yi were sent to Yanzhou Mansion to have a showdown on land offerings.

The prefect of Yanzhou was in pain for the three thousand taels of silver spent by the Ministry of Rites, and suddenly ate a big pie that fell from the sky, and his eyebrows stretched when he landed, and a bitter gourd face full of bad luck was like a spring.

The prefect will slowly unfold King Lu's virtuous deeds of building bridges and paving roads and donating Zonglu over the years, and he will nag over and over again, but Zheng Haizhu diverted the topic at the right time and asked the Yanzhou prefect about the taxes of Qufu County.

The four-grade magistrate of the big wharf has been in the sea for many years, and his brain is as fast as a wheel.

After a short period of stunnedness, the prefect of Yanzhou made bold speculations in his heart.

Yanzhou under the jurisdiction of Zou County, Ningyang, Qufu and other counties, originally agricultural harvest is not as good as Jinan and Denglai area, and unlucky to urge the overlap with Confucius, the successive prefects looked at the Yan Shenggong those fertile land in the name of sacrificing Confucius and the like are all exempt from tax, every time they are forced by Xia Qiutian Fu to be anxious, there is no less belly slander Confucius descendants are the silverfish of the country.

At this time, seeing Zheng Haizhu pulling to the boundary of Qufu land, Zhu Yipai, the general of Zhenguo beside her, but he didn't hear it leisurely tasting tea, and the prefect of Yanzhou linked the woman's strange identity with the act of dedicating land to Lu Mansion, and that heart couldn't help but jump faster than the title of the gold list and the candles in the cave room, full of spring breeze, and the joy of seeing that it was about to advance into the autumn harvest.

It seems that the imperial court is finally going to move the bitter water root of Yanzhou Mansion!

He is a magistrate who can't get the oil and water of the Confucian Mansion at all, and if he doesn't join forces with the Qincha and the clan to attack the Confucian Mansion at this time, how long will he stay?

But after all, the court officials still have to put the shelf, and they still have to have the mind to protect themselves, and they can't catch the ball too fast, and they can take a detour to see the movement.

The prefect of Yanzhou then suppressed his excitement and said to Zheng Haizhu with a pleasant face: "Yo, this official outlines the government affairs of a government, and the meticulous work of each Cao is really not as good as a group of followers. Mrs. Zheng, the so-called hearing is better than seeing it, and your next trip is to go to the Yansheng Mansion, why don't you simply send the governor and officials to accompany you? If you see anything vague and confusing, just ask them. Okay, huh? ”

Zheng Haizhu said in his heart, why is it not good, this is going to be an on-site office.

It can't be expected that most of the officials of the Ming Dynasty are as upright and willing to stand up as Hai Rui, but the Yanzhou prefect, an old fox who wants to pick up wallets and protect himself, is willing to release a few little foxes to help in the war, which is enough.

Zheng Haizhu then glanced at Zhu Yipai, who came over to brush his money and face, and said to the Yanzhou prefect without concealing his praise: "The government respects the imperial court, and the strong generals under him must also be models of diligence, so there will be a general of the Lao Mansion." ”

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Ludi at the end of April is the most comfortable season, and the evening breeze is wrapped in the faint fragrance of flowers, like a gentle palm, caressing people's cheeks and sideburns.

And the evening breeze in the depths of King Lu's mansion has a unique meaning.

Because with the sound of pine waves.

After Zheng Haizhu finished entertaining with the prefect of Yanzhou, he calculated with Zhu Yipai on the carriage on the return trip for a while the details of going to Dengzhou for a while, and thinking about the prospect of the royal palace guest named Cao Xu and his craftsmen making gems in Zhancheng, and finally felt a little tired.

There are more than 100 Chinese houses in the Lu Palace, and Zheng Haizhu went to the guest house next to the palace where Zhu Youxiao stayed, and just passed by the two most famous ancient pines in the palace.

"Xiangsheng," Zheng Haizhu saw Lu Xiangsheng with fluttering robe sleeves in the pine wind at a glance, stepped forward, and said in a brisk tone, "These two strong pines, but the real treasure of Ludi, His Royal Highness said, it was the first King Lu to enter the domain, and the grandfather personally ordered it to be transplanted from Mount Tai, which is older than the five major doctors of Mount Tai today, and it is as vigorous as a dragon and lush as a ......."

"Mrs. Zheng!" Lu Xiangsheng suddenly interrupted Zheng Haizhu's relaxed chat.

Zheng Haizhu put away her smile, and her eyes fell from the leafy canopy of ancient pine trees, stopping on Lu Xiangsheng's face.

For a long time, on occasions when there are no outsiders, Lu Xiangsheng will not use such a blunt title as "Mrs. Zheng".

"What's wrong?" Zheng Haizhu frowned slightly and stared at the other party.

Lu Xiangsheng did not evade, and his eyes flowed with awe-inspiring questioning: "Why did you talk to the emperor's eldest son about the unbearable rumors of Yan Shenggong?" ”

It was for this.

Yesterday, Zhu Youxiao asked Zheng Haizhu about the historical origin of the Confucius Mansion in Qufu, and Zheng Haizhu first said the official version of the news of later generations, and soon turned to the road to get rid of the aura of idols.

Zheng Haizhu told Zhu Youxiao that Confucius was a saint, and his descendants may not really inherit the virtue and wisdom of the saint because of the hereditary title of the Holy Prince.

"Xiangsheng, the Yan Shenggong Kong Hongxu during the Chenghua period, set up a private torture hall in the Confucian Mansion, tortured the Confucian civilians, and killed people with a rod and raped more than 40 Lehu women. These crimes were investigated and verified by the governor of Shandong one by one according to the impeachment of the imperial historians, and they were played to the imperial court. Otherwise, how could Kong Hongxu be free of illness and disaster, and when he was panting lightly, he was stripped of the title of Yan Shenggong? He dared to do evil deeds, and the officials of the court dared to find out the evil deeds, why can't our descendants take it out? ”

Lu Xiangsheng said-for-tat: "How many generations of Confucius's descendants are there? It is inevitable that someone will not be angry. But when the eldest son of the emperor was studying the Four Books and the Five Classics, you were like a storyteller in the tea house, picking out Kong Hongxu to add oil and vinegar, do you know what the eldest son of the emperor muttered to me when he made a steam engine today? He said that since the Yansheng Mansion is also a place where chickens and dogs are thieves, why spend time to pay respects, how can it be interesting to ponder the wooden wheel with Mr. Song. He also said that he had long felt that the so-called books of sages were far less readable than the magical secret books, but now he felt that the Four Books and the Five Classics were not only useless, but also extremely hypocritical. You, if you teach the Fa like this, you will harm the eldest son of the emperor! ”

Lu Xiangsheng said and spoke, changing his usual quiet style, although he tried to suppress his voice as much as possible in the palace, but the tone still seemed to be a few degrees higher.

Zheng Haizhu did not follow his emotions.

Taking the Confucian Mansion as a breakthrough, Zheng Haizhu did not intend to let Lu Xiangsheng get involved, after all, he was not a disciple of the clan like Zhu Yipai, and he still had a future for Jinshi to run.

But at this moment, Zheng Haizhu was not disappointed by Lu Xiangsheng's pedantry.

After she crossed over, the most optimistic potential Wenchen was no matter how much he loved firearms research and development, and he could detect the unwisdom of Donglin's conservatives, but he was still a well-rounded Confucian disciple.

These Confucian scribes, who have studied the art of the eight-strand system since childhood, have deified Confucius and Mencius, and even the filial sons and grandsons of Confucius and Mencius seem to be regarded by them as a symbol of the Chinese Taoist system, and they cannot be pulled down from the altar or refuted on the basis of distinguishing right from wrong.

This is not Lu Xiangsheng's personal fault.

Zheng Haizhu sighed lightly and said to Lu Xiangsheng: "The eldest son of the emperor should read the Confucius and Mencius of the bright moonlight back then, and he should also know that there is all the things in the present world. If he wants to despise the subtleties of the writings of the sages because of the filth of Confucius's descendants, it is because we have not guided the scriptures well. We should tell the emperor's eldest son that Kong Zhongni has hurt people and does not ask about horses, not to cover up the dirty crimes of his descendants. ”

Lu Xiangsheng wanted to refute, but he couldn't find a more suitable reason for a while, raised his eyes and stared at the sunset in the west, and threw down a sentence in a loud voice, "Madame is rushing back, let's go rest first", and walked towards his own guest house.

Zheng Haizhu stood blankly under the pine tree for a moment, and was about to leave, but when he heard the pine tree, a loud praise came: "Madame is reasonable!" Everyone can be Yao Shun, but Yao Shun's descendants may not be gods. The archway erected in the previous dynasty, the number of ceremonies, the Taoist sect of the tree, if people can only respect it submissively, what is the difference between it and a puppet? The little boy under Madame can't read and read stupidly. ”

Zheng Haizhu was shocked and followed the prestige in astonishment.

But I saw a man in a Taoist robe, holding a piano, coming out of the shadows and standing under the afterglow of the sun.

The man is in his thirties, his body is a little thin, the facial features on Rong Chang's face are well-calculated, and the gaze he casts is very special.

Sharpness and compassion can be clearly felt in the same gaze.

"Foot?" Zheng Haizhu blessed the other party.

"In Xia Zhu Yuewen, the music and dance students of Lu Mansion."