"What did the gentleman say about the six words 'crab six kneels and two chels'?"

"Exactly."

"What do you think?"

Ying Chengcheng hesitated for a moment, even though there were only two people in the house, he still subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands.

whispered, "Is it a mistake?"

Xunzi was slightly stunned, obviously he didn't expect Ying Chengcheng to have this reply.

After two breaths, he laughed out loud, causing the blue-gray soap towel on his head to tremble back and forth, and almost fell off.

Ying Cheng also laughed out loud.

"It's just that Cheng Chan is stupid and wrong, Xunzi doesn't have to react so much, right? That's an exaggeration. ”

"Qing is not stupid to laugh at the king, but really to laugh at the gentleman to return to the basics, unrestrained. This question has asked no less than dozens of disciples, and none of them have said so. ”

"If I worship you as a teacher, I will not say this, where do students dare to say that the teacher is not."

"Definitely. Qi Jun once praised Qing as the most teacher, and Qing was the third sacrificial wine, and the world was the highest in knowledge and would not make mistakes. But is that really the case? Even the most holy of Confucius will make mistakes, and so will Qing. ”

Xunzi didn't know.

In Yingcheng's previous life, there was a question type called reading comprehension, taking out an article, circled a few sentences and asked what was expressed.

The author's personal answers are far from the standard answers, and it is difficult to pass them, and there is a phenomenon that reading his own articles cannot understand the meaning.

Ying Chengcheng was tossed by this type of question that was forcibly elevated and fabricated with deep meaning. This caused him to think very differently from the people of the time, and he didn't like to think about things deeply.

"Is this really a clerical error? Xunzi, you made a pen mistake, but let the people of the world guess that they don't know how much. Some people Yun Xunzi have never seen crabs, and the crab habits and appearances written are all hearsay. Some people Yun Xunzi likes to drink with crabs, but because of the shyness in his pocket, the crabs he bought are missing his feet. ”

The old man, who considered himself a Confucian, laughed endlessly, and his voice was clear.

"Jixia School Palace lives on the coast of the East China Sea, how could Qing not see the true eyes of the crab? Qing is shy in his pocket, and his legs and feet are diligent and go to the beach to catch some. I think this remark is the immature thought of the king, but under the pretense of the people of later generations, the king is as cunning as a fox. ”

Ying Chengcheng said goodbye to Xunzi with a smile and walked out.

"If Xunzi has leisure, it is better to change the article of "Persuasion", so as not to let future generations waste their brains."

Xunzi sent Yingcheng out of the door.

"Once the article is complete, it will be fine. How did you know that Qingzhi's "Persuasion" would be passed down forever. Could it be that you have lived in the eternity after you? ”

Ying Chengcheng nodded naturally.

"Cheng Chan is a person two thousand years later, who has studied "Persuasion". If this is calculated, Cheng Chan is also a student of Xunzi. ”

Xunzi's smile widened.

This is not a joke, Qing is very happy to hear it. If Qing's disciples are like kings, and Qing dreams of Confucius, he should be able to say that Confucianism was created by you and originated from Qing. ”

Watching Jun Shang leave, Xunzi closed the door and blew out three dusk candles.

I took off my coat, took off my soap towel, and lay down on the bed, but I couldn't sleep for a long time.

"If my words can be passed down through the ages, they will not be forbidden by the king. Jixia School Palace, presumably there will not be only one. The king of Qin does not regard his people as people, and Qin's laws are cruel. Only practicing the law without imparting virtue is a mirror in the end. Persuade the world to learn, and only by teaching can we become a great country. Your Majesty, you can do this, or ......"

The old man did not change "Persuasion" in response to Ying Chengcheng's words, because the old man deliberately made a mistake, and the old man never admitted the clerical error, right?

How could an old man on the coast of the East China Sea not know what a crab looks like?

If it was really a clerical error, then the old man would be able to change "six" to "eight" immediately, and it would not be difficult.

The reason why the old man wrote in "Persuasion" is that "crabs kneel six and two chelates". It is to let those who read this article know that he, a highly learned person, can also make mistakes, and he must also learn.

Everyone who sees a mistake here can come to him, point out his mistake, let him know his mistake, and let him learn from it.

Xun Ziwang knows that learning is a lifelong thing, there is no end to learning, and there is never a day when you will learn to know the world.

Xunzi pointed out the main purpose in the first sentence of the opening sentence of "Persuasion".

The gentleman said: You can't learn.

Xunzi and Mencius are very opposed, one puts forward the theory of sexual evil, and the other proposes the theory of sexual goodness.

But when it comes to learning, the two have the same view.

Mencius said: "The trouble of man is to be a good teacher."

On the surface, this sentence says that the problem of people is that they like to be other people's teachers.

In fact, it is said that self-cultivation taboo is pride and complacency, and being a good teacher is a kind of complacency.

Because I always like to be someone else's teacher, it means that I feel that I have learned enough.

This kind of thinking and behavior hinders the further improvement of morality and learning.

Xun Zi said: "You can't learn."

Ying Cheng, who walked out of Xunzi's residence, walked to another house, stood outside, looked at the bright lights exposed by the window screen, and stopped.

"Youshang has been standing for a long time, why don't you go inside?"

The owner of the house called loudly, but did not open the door, and welcomed Yingcheng into the house like Xunzi.

Ying Chengcheng was silent for a moment.

"Take a walk casually, disturb the prince's rest, I hope you will forgive me. Leaving Xianyang tomorrow, the prince will get up early and ask the servants to pack up and ride in the same carriage with Cheng Chan. ”

Turn away and don't hesitate.

No sound came from the house, but the candles kept on until dawn.

In Xianyang City, there is not only one house in Guiguzi that is brightly lit tonight.

On Wang Juan's mansion, the old prime minister with high qualifications was neatly dressed, and he was wearing the court clothes of the previous dynasty.

Outside the door, the ox cart was already ready.

When he was young, Wang Juan scoffed at the ox cart, thinking that this was a thing that only people who were greedy for pleasure would sit on, and sought to be slow and stable.

The old Qin people should take a carriage all the way to speed up, like a bamboo.

And at this age, the old prime minister who can't adapt to the bumps is in love with the most unsightly ox cart at the beginning, and if there is no urgency, he will definitely give up his horse and take the cattle.

The old prime minister held the door frame in the hall, watched the driver sit on the front beam of the ox cart with a whip in one hand, and watched the tail of the big green ox flick to the ground.

I wanted to go out several times, but I didn't take a step forward.

"Your Majesty must not have slept yet, are you waiting? What do you want to say when you enter the palace and face the saint? ”

The old prime minister was talking to himself, saying words that no one else could hear except for himself and the ethereal gods and ghosts of heaven and earth.

I looked up at the sky, the moon was not very bright, and the stars were shining.

The old prime minister thought of the madman who wanted the sky to crusade against him during the wax festival, and the hot blood that had already cooled in his veins returned within a limited time, making him want to ask about the night sky.

God, can't you see that shaft?

He looked at the round moon, thinking about the moon rabbit that existed on it, and the shriveled lips touched up and down, but after all, he didn't say a word to the sky.

Decades ago, at this moment, he was already in the Zhangtai Palace, next to the proton of Zhao Guo, who was not favored by anyone, and made plans.

If he didn't go, then Zhao Guo's carriage would have stopped in front of his house, which was not shabby, but definitely not luxurious.

To this day, even with such a big event, there is still an ox cart in front of him instead of a horse-drawn cart.

Wang Juan expected the sound of horses' hooves and the neighing of horses outside the mansion, but he didn't want what he was looking forward to come true.

He stood in the mansion so contradictory, hesitating, in a dilemma.

"Cheng Gongzi, you should act insidiously and treacherously, how can you be so like a puppet. Since he hid his clumsy face back then, how could he not bear it at this moment. The sky of the Qin Kingdom was poked a hole by you......"

The old prime minister turned around and went inward, he was tired from standing.

The ox cart outside the house slowly drove away, and the green ox returned to the cowshed with a leisurely step, and the driver dropped the whip and went back to sleep in confusion.

Feng family.

Feng Quji, who was the imperial historian, sat in the study, and seven large candles were lit on the table.

He held a wolf brush in his hand and wrote pieces of bamboo slips.

[Chang'anjun, Meng, Xi, Bai, Baili, Gongsun, Meng, Wang Juan, Your Majesty......]

The characters were written in cursive form, and they were so chaotic that no one could recognize what they were written except for Feng Quji himself.

The seven large candles not only emit light, but also heat.

This made Feng Quji's body soon covered with sweat, making this official to the Imperial Doctor, a high-ranking official of the Qin State who was privately called the deputy prime minister, out of breath.

Crash~

A bamboo slip was written all over it, and Feng Quji pulled the bamboo slip to the ground, and then spread out the next blank bamboo slip.

I still write down some handwriting that only I can see, and only I know what I know what is written.

When the bluestone slab floor was full of bamboo slips, and the clothes on his body were already a little smoke-stained, the imperial historian held a brush in his right hand, supported his hands on the table, and gasped.

"What is Chang'anjun going to do? How could His Majesty turn a blind eye to this? The city defense army is close and does not come to the rescue, is it His Majesty's intention or the Meng's recitation......"

Riding on the wall all the time, the Imperial Doctor has too many questions and too many puzzles about which side is windy and which side is down.

This sudden destruction made this man who originally planned to protect himself. Only doing the icing on the cake and not doing the charcoal in the snow, the Imperial Doctor rose in a violent panic in his heart.

He can still be a wall grass, and he can still not stand in line.

And the end may be peaceful, or it may be the three major families.

"It's too fast, it's too fast, where is there anyone who acts like that? How can Your Majesty tolerate such a person who does not care about the overall situation! Win into a toad, win into a toad, win into a toad......"

Feng Qujian broke the brush in his hand and sat on the chair with blank eyes.

At this moment, he was hesitating.

Fortunately, he declined the banquet of the three major families that day. Fortunately, his son Feng Zheng left Xianyang City early and became a fief. Fortunately, these days did not follow the general trend of the aristocracy to attack Yingcheng, but learned from Wang Juan and remained silent.

His intuition told him that Yingcheng was extremely bad in destroying the three major families, and he violated the Qin law on the surface, and secretly hung a Qin sword over Xianyang City.

If you do so, you will surely die.

But in reality, the inaction of the city defense army, the first emperor was still silent until this moment, which made him feel a little unable to see through the situation in Xianyang for the first time.

"It's impossible for Your Majesty not to know about this, but until now there has been no action, Your Majesty wants to borrow the hand of Chang'anjun to attack the aristocratic family? Your Majesty is not afraid of the demise of the Qin State! ”

Feng Quji's face was hideous, and he roared twice.

His body went limp, and he fell down on the bamboo slips all over the ground, and he grabbed a bamboo slip and covered it on his face.

"Your Majesty and Chang'an Jun are bright and dark, singing and harmonizing, and they have hidden from the world. Shaft, shaft, we are the shaft. If we had learned that the unification of the Qin State was like this, how could we have entered Qin as officials? So far, I can't do something I want to. After waiting for a lifetime, it is the end of the matter, but I can still only wait. If I am buried here, my life will be ridiculous......"

Mongol family.

For the first time, Neishi Mengyi did not listen to the orders of his eldest father Mengfu, and no matter how much Mengfu scolded him, he still closed the gate of Mengfu and did not let anyone go out despite the threat of being expelled from the family tree.

His mother Zhao Sufeng was fierce and repeatedly reprimanded, Meng Yi, who was usually the most filial, disobeyed his mother's will this time and insisted on going his own way, that is, no one in the Mongolian Mansion was allowed to go out.

The young Neishi knelt down on his knees with empty hands and his mother Zhao Su in front of his eldest father.

"If the eldest father and grandmother insist on traveling, please step on the corpse."

Father, my brother is out on the march, and he is determined to defend the Meng family.

Many of the nobles of the family who participated in the banquet that day were brightly lit in the whole house tonight, and they waited for the dawn to come.

Although Ying Cheng killed the three major families in the blue sky and white day, the sun could not give these nobles who were accustomed to hiding in the dark and making a lot of money.

But the lifeline they wanted to grasp was not the light, but the First Emperor. After dawn, they will be able to enter the palace to meet the First Emperor, and they will be able to tell the matter bitterly, and they will be able to express their hearts directly.

They also went to meet today, and Xianyang Palace was almost broken by the surging nobles.

They didn't see the First Emperor, they only saw the Empress Afang.

The queen said that the first emperor was not in the palace, but went to Yongdi to worship the ancestors and visit the queen mother, and she could return tomorrow morning.

Although the nobles of the family did not know whether this was true or false, they could only listen to it seriously, and they did not dare to question the whereabouts of the First Emperor.

The Qin Dynasty was not like later generations, the emperor could not wander around at will and could only live in the palace.

In this era when court meetings were not held every day, the First Emperor, who had the greatest power in the world, had a high degree of freedom and could go wherever he wanted.

The most worried is the Baili family.

Just got involved with the Meng family, it turned out to be a descendant of Baili Xi, and the high-level family members of the Baili family, who have a long heritage, are not in Xianyang City this night.

They were afraid, afraid that if they stayed in Xianyang City, they would be wiped out like the fate of the three major families.

Baili City, the head of the Baili family, who is very responsible, did not leave, so he stayed in the Baili family.

He didn't get used to life and death, but it was his work to take the Baili family and the Meng family to climb the relationship, and he couldn't persuade him to get out of Xianyang City.

He sat in the courtyard and waited quietly, whether it was the Assassin or the dawn.

He is an old Qin man, and the road is his own choice.

Whether it is life or death, he recognizes.

The darkness gradually melted, like a brush soaked in ink to write extremely thick at the beginning, and the further back it went, the more it became more and more intense.

The first light of the day shone on the face of Baili City, and the head of the Baili family, who had not slept all night, smiled with relief, glad that this light was sunlight, not the light reflected by the blade.

It's dawn.