Emperor is a rather difficult position.

As the Son of Heaven, especially a diligent Son of Heaven, Emperor Yan needs to manage every day, which is not hard.

Even with the pressure of three provinces and six parts, many things still need him to make decisions. If Great Yan is a giant ship, then Emperor Yan is at the helm.

The empire had grown under his control for more than forty years, and was now more prosperous and powerful.

Unlike many monarchs in the history of the Terran countries who were wise when they were young and mediocre when they were old, Emperor Yan has been consistent for so many years, and he has never had a trace of slackness, and he is terrifyingly stable.

The strength of the Great Yan Dynasty is inseparable from everything that Confucian Sheng has done, but it is even more inseparable from this Yan Emperor who has diligently governed the country for more than 40 years and supported Confucian Sheng to carry out various reforms.

It's just that his light is too much covered by the Confucian saint.

Today, hundreds of officials in the court are resting, and they don't need to go to the court, but Emperor Yan is still in the imperial study to review the folds.

One of them is a recital about the poetry club.

Such a trivial matter as the poetry meeting could not have appeared on Emperor Yan's dragon case at all, but Su Mu also participated.

The son of a Confucian saint entered school on the first day, and his amazing words and critical poems at the poetry meeting were too eye-catching.

If this event spreads, it could even cause turmoil throughout Wenlin.

"Poetry is a trail? Interesting, interesting. ”

Emperor Yan couldn't help but smile dumbly after reading this excerpt.

Since poetry was brought up by Confucianism, it has become one of the mainstream of Confucianism and Taoism, and poetry is well written and famous.

As a result, many scholars devoted themselves to the study of poetry, and even abandoned reading because of this.

But Su Mu criticized poetry as a small way, and bluntly said that he didn't know poetry, he didn't care about his identity, and he was not afraid of influencing others' evaluation of him, which was commendable.

The chief eunuch on the side laughed in a low voice: "Now the scholars in the city are arguing because of this matter. ”

"Some people think that Su Gongzi is too arrogant because of his background, and he doesn't know how to restrain, and they also say that he actually doesn't know poetry, so he criticizes poetry like this."

Emperor Yan smiled, noncommittal.

said that Su Mu couldn't write poetry, he believed it, because Su Mu had been a fool for sixteen years, how could he be good at poetry?

He could guess that the purpose of Su Mu's words was probably to cover up his uneducated shortcomings.

But if it is said that Su Mu is crazy and does not know how to restrain and is a fool, then he does not believe it. Because Su Mu said this to cover up his inability to write poetry, but what he said was completely right, and he dared to say it.

How can such a person be a fool?

"I'm a little curious, how long can you hide this secret? After entering Yashan Academy, how should you hide? ”

Emperor Yan's eyes flickered, and the corners of his mouth smiled playfully.

Through Su Mu's performance at the poetry meeting, it can be seen that he is not mediocre, but he can't hide the fact that he is uneducated.

And Yashan Academy is a place where the geniuses of the entire Great Yan Empire gather, Su Mu can mix it up this time, what about next time?

It would be very interesting to wait until the lack of ink in the belly is exposed.

Although Emperor Yan has lived in the palace for a long time and seems to be pure-hearted, he is actually a happy person and likes to watch fun.

In addition to dealing with the government, pay attention to these trivial matters, and eat melons, which is also interesting.

However, this matter is not unacceptable.

This year's volume of the imperial examination can start to change the direction of emphasis and reduce the proportion of poetry scores, which is just in line with the next national policy of the Great Yan Empire.

With this incident as a warning, presumably the opposition will not be too fierce, just a little suppression.

"Su Mu is right about one thing, Confucianism has written all the poems, and now if the country wants to continue to be strong, it must no longer indulge in poetry, but must open up a new path."

"In order to continue to learn from the saints, but also to carry on the past, what Su Aiqing said back then is still incisive to this day."

Emperor Yan sighed with emotion, remembering the past time with the Confucian Sage, and only after a long time did he gather his thoughts and continue to review the folds.

He is old, but his heart is still young.

He wanted to make the giant ship of the Great Yan Empire bigger and more stable in his short years.

Give me more time, more time.

……

Demon King's Mansion.

After Su Mu returned home from the poetry meeting, he rested at home for three days on the grounds of physical discomfort.

Of course, it is not good to ask for leave as soon as he goes to school, but Su Mu is really not in the mood to go to school, because he is too uncomfortable.

It was already late at night, and Su Mu still hadn't slept.

He lay in a small boat, paddling on an artificial lake, staring blankly at the starry sky.

Quietly thinking about his own one hundred and eight ways to die.

The calm lake reflected the stars in the sky, and the boat floated gently by, bringing up bursts of waves, just like Su Mu's mood.

It was like a mountain pressing down on his head.

What exactly should I do, what can I do to avoid being found to be a traverser? It doesn't seem to work.

All he can do now seems to be to eat and die.

"Damn, it's annoying."

Su Mu couldn't help but complain, he really felt like he didn't have any clue, this feeling of powerlessness was too uncomfortable.

After crossing over to this world, there is no golden finger, even the knowledge of his previous life has been used, he has nothing to rely on, grandma doesn't love what uncle doesn't love.

So what is it that made him come over?

The red-haired bird stood on the side of the boat, tilted his head to look at Su Mu, and wondered: "What did I say you are emo here?" Do you have depression? ”

The corners of Su Mu's mouth twitched, and he glanced at it: "emo and depression, where did you learn these two words?" ”

The red-haired bird said proudly: "What Su Changqing said, no one else knows except the bird master, right?" ”

"But then again, how do you know about emo?"

The red-haired bird asked suspiciously.

Su Mu said angrily: "It's about your birds!" You have nothing to do to find a slingshot to shoot a pig, don't bother me. ”

Now when he hears about Confucianism, he is upset.

The red-haired bird was rarely angry this time, jumped to Su Mu's side, patted him on the shoulder with his wings, and said in an old-fashioned manner: "Young people should be cheerful, don't be bitter all day long." ”

"Master Bird, I see you, you have been holding back in the house for sixteen years, so something is wrong with you."

"The two young men who invited you to the Qinglou that day are good, they can get along, and they really take you to play. Listen to the advice of the bird master, if you want to play, you should play as soon as possible, otherwise you will not be able to grasp it when you are old. ”

Su Mu kicked it into the lake.

The red-haired bird choked on several mouthfuls of water before getting up, as embarrassed as a chicken in soup, and said sadly: "Su Mu'er! Master Bird, I'll fight with you! ”

After saying that, he screamed and rushed towards Su Mu, but he was held down by Su Mu with one hand, and he couldn't break free from the desperate struggle.

After a while, the red-haired bird gave up the counterattack, stood next to it and combed his feathers, and sneered at the same time: "Thirty years in Hedong and thirty years in Hexi, don't bully the few birds and be poor!" You wait for me! ”

"Su Changqing said that there are hundreds of schools, and every way can be sanctified, and when the bird master and I become a bird saint in the future, I will eat you as a worm!"

Su Mu's eyes widened instantly, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Seeing his reaction, the red-haired bird continued to sneer: "Scared silly? It's not too late to regret it now, please your bird master, and when the time comes, all kinds of human beauties will be given to you...... Ga! What are you doing! ”

Su Mu hugged the red-haired bird violently and kissed him fiercely on the face, his face full of ecstasy.

"Lord Bird! You're a bird! ”

"Why didn't I think of that? Why should I be attached to Confucianism? All sons and hundreds of schools can be sanctified! ”

Su Mu laughed, and the depression in his heart dissipated.

He was so happy.

Because he finally found a way to break the game!

"Let go of me!"

The red-haired bird's eyes were frightened, and his face was full of resistance, but he still couldn't stop Su Mu from taking a big bite of it.

"Thank you, Lord Bird! I'll invite you to dinner when I turn around! ”

After Su Mu finished kissing, he directly shook off the red-haired bird, and then returned to the shore by boat and went straight to the library in the house.

Only the red-haired bird, dejected and trembling and weak, was left lying alone on the shore, and two lines of humiliating tears flowed from the eyes of the mung bean-sized bird.

"I'm stupid, really."

It's dirty, it's defiled by humans.

The red-haired bird cried so much that the whole bird seemed to have lost its spirit.

……

Su Mu ran all the way to the library, and he was sleepy at this time.

His eyes were bright, his face was bright, and he collected all kinds of books after running to the library, and his heart was full of excitement.

He had always thought that the poems and articles had been copied by the Confucian sages, including the thoughts of the sages, the study of Yangming Xinxue, etc., and all the Confucian sages had been copied, so he felt that Confucianism and Taoism could not be followed.

The Confucian saint was the first to eat crabs, and he couldn't even eat crab shells.

That's why he feels powerless.

But the red-haired bird's words woke him up!

What kind of world is this? This is a world where you can cultivate immortals! Since there are Confucianism, Confucianism, Soldiering, Medicine, and Buddhism, why can't there be other avenues?

Hundreds of schools, every road can be sanctified!

Why is he obsessed with Confucianism and Taoism?

He could have been sanctified by other paths!

He didn't believe that the Confucian saints had taken all the other paths!

However, for the sake of safety, Su Mu still planned to carefully read all the works of Confucianism again to see if there was anything missing.

The various works of Confucianism are vast, and almost all the cultural treasures of Chinese history in the previous life have been moved by him.

Even the things of some big foreign thinkers were moved by him, which made Su Mu more and more suspicious whether the Confucian sage had traveled with a library.

But fortunately, apart from literature, Confucianism did not dabble in anything else.

Time passed little by little, and Su Mu unconsciously sat in the library all night, but his spirit was unprecedentedly good.

Closing the last book, Su Mu got up and walked out of the library, feeling the morning breeze on his face, and took a long breath.

A faint whiteness of fish belly appeared in the sky.

Su Mu looked into the distance, his eyes were like electricity.

He's found a real way to break the game.