Fuqiubo is deeply educated and famous, and the Xianyang family is proud of their children worshipping under him.

Fu Qiubo, who can let Xungui's children rush up to worship the teacher, is a disciple in front of Xunzi.

Unable to change his teacher's will, he had tears in his eyes, and gave a deep salute to the veteran who described the withered tree, and ran out to find the faint gentleman for the teacher.

The worst point of Fu Chubo's impression of Qin II is not that he is arrogant and obstructive. It's that Ying Chengcheng has been back in Xianyang for so long, and he hasn't come to see the teacher in bed once.

Dozens of black medicinal soups were scooped with a soup spoon, and the pottery spoon and bowl collided together from time to time, clanging.

After drinking the bowl of medicinal soup in one go, Xunzi put the medicine bowl back on the table and lay down slowly and meticulously.

He rested his head on a linen pillow with ear husks, lay flat on his body, crossed his hands on his abdomen, and closed his eyes.

He was weak and tired.

But as long as he still has a little strength, he will never allow himself to be disheveled and lie down with his clothes.

He was a protégé of Confucianism.

Poor and good at etiquette, they are not intimidated.

I don't know how long it took, Xunzi opened his eyes slightly, and in his hazy sight, he was a person who was so familiar that he couldn't be more familiar.

With just a vague shadow, Xunzi could conclude that this was his king, the current emperor of the Great Qin Empire, Qin II, Ying Chengcheng.

The young man in front of him has many more titles on his head, but his temperament and appearance are no different from when they met in Lanling seven or eight years ago.

"Sneaking here, sneaking away, obviously His Majesty is the owner of this mansion, how can he live like a thief?"

Xunzi said with a smile as he sat up with great effort on his own strength, refusing Yingcheng's outstretched hand.

"Shameless."

Ying Chengcheng sat on the edge of the bed, with a wry smile on his face, full of apologies.

Since returning to Xianyang, he has actually seen Xunzi many times, but only when Xunzi is asleep.

When Xunzi was sober, Ying Chengcheng was busy looking for a deer like a thousand miles of horses, busy with Lao Zongzheng discussing whether it was appropriate to accept seven or eight concubines at a time, and busy asking Zhang Han to pick up the sword and fight with him......

He's always got something to do.

"I can't complain about the Lanling incident, and Your Majesty doesn't have to blame yourself for it."

The old man gasped for a moment, and his smile did not decrease.

"Even if it is really done by His Majesty, it is nothing compared to what His Majesty has done and wants to do."

Ying Cheng said softly:

"If scientists hear this, they must find trouble with Xunzi. The strong do not command the weak, the many do not rob the few, and the rich do not insult the poor, which has always been the code of conduct of the Mo family. ”

"It's not necessarily true, the scientist was personally involved in the Han Di incident, and I didn't see him say anything. A person believes that the two articles "Heavenly Chronicles" and "Ming Ghosts" written by Mozi are all Mohist giants who want the world to be afraid of and act in moderation. If he had shown his true thoughts, he would have been denounced as a heretic like Qing. ”

Xunzi sat up straight, habitually had to straighten the crown on his head, touched the air, and silently put down his hand.

"Xunzi said this, saying that if you can achieve your goal, it is okay to sacrifice some in the process."

"If sacrifice is necessary, yes."

Ying Chengcheng handed over a bowl of water.

"This is not like Confucianism, Confucius should not have interpreted 'benevolence' in this way."

Xunzi bowed his head and thanked him, drank the slightly hot water, and injected a little energy into his dry body, so that he could say more.

This time last year, the Secretary of State would have rebuked this view. It is an unhealthy trend to call it a fallacy and heresy, and a person who has such a concept in his head is in vain as a son of man.

"Don't say that this year, Your Majesty, Qing is going to die."

Talking about his own life and death, the old man's face was very calm, and he was not frightened by the great horror of life and death at all.

"Today, Qing doesn't say anything to Your Majesty, nor does she discuss with Your Majesty, Qing wants to say a few words of truth to Your Majesty."

Ying Chengcheng was in a heavy mood, but said angrily:

"Xunzi is weird, didn't I tell the truth before?"

"The truth that Your Majesty said before is the same as what Your Majesty just said, it is not the original meaning of the word, you have to guess the taste. Suddenly remembered that Qing didn't seem to be qualified to accuse His Majesty, and Qing was the same. ”

The old man arched his hands, put his fingers together, and bowed slightly.

Qing's mind was already dull, and he couldn't guess what His Majesty meant. Please be an illiterate farmer today, this is the last request of the secretary. ”

Ying Chengcheng took a deep breath, sat up straight, and performed the same salute as Xunzi, meticulously.

"The elders are willing, and they dare not disobey."

After the ceremony, the two sat opposite each other, and Xunzi took the lead in saying:

"Your Majesty has made up your mind to be a faint king?"

"It depends on who is right, for the head of Guanzhong Qian, I should be the best one for Qin Jun in the past dynasties."

"But without an official who can manage the head of Qian, can Your Majesty carry out his will alone?"

"Of course, I'm not alone, and the students in the Handi Academy can't enter the court, but I don't think there's anything wrong with being an obedient official. There are big things like the court and the princes, and small things have these Korean students and retainers, and there has never been a Qin monarch in the Great Qin Empire who has such a strong control as me. ”

"Referring to the deer as a horse, to let the loyal go north, and leave the traitors and flatterers and the court, what does Your Majesty think?"

Ying Cheng couldn't stop sneering.

"Loyalty, treachery, these two words are simple to say, who can really tell the difference? The foundation of the Qin State is a good word, what kind of loyalty and traitor does the word Li have? are all running around and working hard for the sake of words, how many of them are dedicated to the public? In that case, what's wrong with leaving a group of obedient people behind me with the deer and horse debate?

"As long as he can carry out the orders I have given to him to the end, listen to my arrangements and do everything well, at this point, the traitorous ministers in Xunzi's mouth are more than a little stronger than those so-called loyal ministers. What I want now is a capable minister who has no reservations about me, loyal and traitorous ministers, that is what Fusu should consider. ”

Xun Zi looked at Ying Cheng's eyes steadily, and Ying Chengcheng did not avoid it.

After a long time, the old man suddenly coughed violently, covered his mouth with his hands, and couldn't speak.

Ying Chengcheng was very worried about the old man's body, and wanted the conversation to end, and asked the old man to lie down and rest.

He has never seen the old man when he is sober, in addition to the bloody case in Lanling County, he also has the idea of asking the old man not to bother with state affairs.

But he didn't move, and sat up straight.

It's like a big bell, waiting to ring the last time for the old man, and the old man's wish is granted.

"Ahem, you, you're in too much of a hurry, ahem, ahem."

With his hands on his knees, his face turned pale, and he put half of the hot water on the table into his stomach, and the old man felt better, at least he could speak.

"Your Majesty's original intention has not changed, but he is too anxious to do things.

"Go on, within a month, the court of the Qin State will become your hall of words, whatever you say is what you say, and you can do whatever you want.

"The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty are as first-class as Zhou Qingchen, they only know how to praise you and carry out all your orders to the end, and no one dares to stab you in front of you.

"Qing knows that this is what His Majesty wants. But Your Majesty, how can anyone not make mistakes? Can Your Majesty be sure that every decision you make is the right one?

"If Your Majesty's wisdom can do without the advice of others, then why should there be a court? One person counts short, and everyone counts long, and someone in the court must be able to speak.

"Even if their intentions are for their own benefit, as long as they do everything possible to find the truth in the course of the narrative, His Majesty will be able to gain a new understanding of things from another perspective.

"It's like the feudal system and the county system, most of the ministers choose the feudal system because they want land. But there is no merit in the sub-sealing system? Are they all wrong about the benefits of separation? No.

"Your heart is good, and you want the common people to no longer suffer, which is the blessing of Li Shu, but you can't do this.

"When Qing was alive, he always demanded that he be an upright gentleman who conformed to Confucian norms. But Qing knows that a gentleman can't govern the country.

"There is nothing perfect in the world, if you want to get it, you must lose it. If South Korea hadn't experienced war, it would still be the world of South Korea's relics, where would there be the sound of reading aloud and the people smiling, so shouldn't people like Qing exist?

"You are now the emperor of Qin, and everyone in the world will call you Your Majesty, and all the people in the world are your people, so you must tolerate people.

"There are Confucian protégés who have always adhered to a heroic and righteous spirit, awe-inspiring and inviolable, no matter how dark and depressing this world is, there will always be a beam of light.

"This light is a beam of light that can be seen and touched, but it does not nourish all things. You can't snuff it out because it doesn't seem to be useful, it's the biggest thing to do.

"In this world, there must be people who do practical things, and there must be people who can't do practical things but have high morals, and there must be people who are extremely flattering and do those bad things for you.

"What you have to do is to be high up in the court, and rejoice with the people in the market. Most of the time I listened to the words of the loyal ministers, and I was deceived by the traitorous ministers most of the time, but in the end, I woke up and beheaded the emperor of the traitorous ministers......"

is not recognized by traditional Confucianism, and calls himself Confucian, but he has taught the two French giants Xunzi to speak all the time.

Speaking of five consecutive bowls of slightly hot water in the bowl, speaking of the sky outside the window from white to black.

During this period, he coughed countless times, and Ying Chengcheng persuaded him seven times to talk about it tomorrow, but the old man refused on the grounds of his last wish.

Inner Confucianism and outer law, inner saint and outer king.

In the eyes of Confucianism, Xunzi's merit and learning is a thorough, mercenary Legalist doctrine.

However, Xunzi himself prides himself on being a gentleman and has set three ideal personalities: a scholar, a gentleman, and a saint.

The three levels are progressively progressive, from low to high, and are distinguished according to the different degrees of knowledge, ability, morality, etc.

This is undoubtedly paradoxical.

In the eyes of Legalists, there is no such thing as morality, the first is based on the will of the king, and the second is the decree.

In the eyes of Confucianism, there are decrees, but decrees must make way for morality, that is, etiquette.

Ying Chengcheng has joked about Xunzi countless times on this issue, and every time he can ask this old man to shut up and not speak, he can't make any sense.

Listening to the old man's words that were getting weaker and weaker and more difficult, Ying Cheng, who finally got the answer, felt sour in his heart.

The old man acts and learns contradictory, and the old man knows.

The old man taught meritorious work and knowledge in the Jixia School Palace, so that his disciples could do practical things and change the world.

The old man prides himself on being a gentleman, and he has always regarded himself as inheriting the will of Confucius, and he wants to establish a moral heart for the world all his life.

The conversation ended in the middle of the night.

Ying Chengcheng saw the old man with a smile on his face, fell asleep, and trembled his hands to test the old man's snort.

Faint.

Ying Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

With his martial arts, he had long noticed that although the old man was like a candle flame and could be blown out by a gust of wind at any time, it was still not extinguished after all.

Tempting the snort, he is not confident and afraid.

When he returned to Xianyang, he was buried in the ground, and the veteran Wang Qi, who was buried next to the tomb of Wu'an Junbaiqi, left silently, and did not even give him a chance to say goodbye.

After completing the sealing of the wolf Juxu, he made his last wish, and passed away suddenly.

Ying Chengcheng was very afraid that Xunzi would be the same, afraid that teaching him how to be an emperor was hanging Xunzi's last breath, and after teaching, he left.

Ying Chengcheng closed the door lightly, and outside the door were Xunzi's five disciples, all of whom had made a lot of reputation.

The ideal teacher of the Xianyang aristocracy, Fuchubo.

Following the weak and Yao Jia, Lu Jia, a peerless debater who dominates Xianyang with the ability of his tongue, Lu Jia.

Intensive study of the "Book of Songs", its interpretation is unparalleled, and the Mao poems created are not recognized by the Qin people, but they are popular poets, Mao Heng.

First, he bought human milk with a lot of money, and then raised eight nurses, harmed many widows, and took over the name of Yingcheng Worm, a hungry ghost who was shameless in Xianyang, Zhang Cang.

Standing in front of everyone, he was expelled from the division by Xunzi, and returned to Xunzi, with a small official of the Chu State, who was promoted to the top prime minister of the Qin State, and was reduced to nothing in one day, and was relegated to the Hanhai Legalist giant, Li Si.

Fu Chubo, Lu Jia, and Mao Heng, looking at Ying Chengcheng's eyes were very complicated.

From the moment Ying Chengcheng entered, they waited outside, and they have been listening to the two of them until now.

To be precise, listening to the teacher until now, Ying Chengcheng didn't say much except for a few words when he went in.

They tried to rush in several times to ask the teacher to rest, but they were all stopped by Lis.

Without Han Fei, Li Si, who was still radiant in the Qin Kingdom, was faintly their leader.

There was a door in the way, and Xunzi was weak when he spoke, and they really couldn't hear anything clearly.

But Xunzi, as a teacher, is willing to spend effort to talk to Ying Chengcheng in the countdown of his life, which in itself proves his high recognition.

For a while, the three of them didn't know what kind of attitude to take to treat this Qin II.

Judging from what Ying Chengcheng did, they still believed that he was a faint king, but this faint monarch was recognized by the teacher......

Ying Cheng's expression was cold, he nodded at these five people, then glanced at Li Si in front of his head, shook his head, and said coldly:

"You come with me, I have something to ask you."

Walk past the five.

Li Si sneered, awe-inspiring, and quickly followed.

"How are you doing? Change your mind, are you going to kill Si? ”

(End of chapter)