"Fun trail?" Fang Xiaoru was stunned.

"Poetry is the embodiment of the mind. What do you mean to have fun?" He was a little dissatisfied.

"Why can't you call it a fun trail?" Zhu Su quickly knocked out the conversation. Fang Xiaoru's words must be diverted from the poems. "Poetry cannot relieve the country's difficulties, and it cannot relieve the people's dangers. It's like playing chess and listening to the piano, and talking about sentiments."

"You are a scholar of the Ming Dynasty, if you win the imperial examination in the future, whether you live in a temple or a county, you are required to use what you have learned all your life to use in the way of enriching the country and strengthening the people."

"Now that I have been established at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, I am waiting to be rebuilt. It's the time for your generation of scholars to show their strength. But you only focus your energy on poetry, which is not beneficial to the country and the people! It even took so much effort just to ask me for a poem?"

"Ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

The more he talked, the more he felt that he had it, and Zhu Su simply shook his sleeves. "Although I can recite poetry, I despise the people who take this kind of fun as a guideline in my life."

"Fang Xizhi, you go, and go and chant your poems. I hope that this Ming Dynasty will have other scholars who can make a life for the people!"

Zhu Su's words were righteous and stern, and Fang Xiaoru staggered, his eyes were straight, and his face was so pale that he almost fainted. A group of people in the cafeteria looked at His Royal Highness King Wu, who had not had time to wipe his mouth full of oil, and only felt that this short body was now extremely tall, like a god.

"Your Highness keeps saying that poetry is a small way, does Your Highness know the Great Way of Heaven and Earth?" But it was Xu Yungong who questioned it. His consciousness is not as high as Fang Xiaoru's, and he is naturally immune to this kind of remarks on the line. "Speaking of which, isn't the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth exactly Confucianism? Fang Xizhi is a Confucian elder brother, and he has a deep attainment of the Great Dao. Do you want him to ask His Highness about the way of Confucianism?"

There was some sarcasm in his eyes, but the meaning was obvious: the only thing you can do is the way of poetry. Talking to other Confucian brothers about the avenue of heaven and earth? Are you worthy of this unlearned prince?

"The way of Confucianism is the way of heaven and earth? It can be said that it is not true." Zhu Su had expected that someone would question it. He successfully introduced the topic into his area of expertise, and now he is no longer in the field. As long as you don't ask yourself about poetry. "Confucianism does have some explanations about the avenue of heaven and earth, but everything in heaven and earth has its own reason. Zhu Zi talks about things, how many things does he have? Aren't you still looking for chapters and sentences in the pile of old papers, the name of Bona Confucian?"

"There are so many things in heaven and earth, and the sages studied the principles of the four seasons, and then knew the changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Through the principle of raising silkworms and weaving cloth, he took off his hair and drank blood and had gorgeous clothes."

"There was no Confucianism in that fashion, but there were already qualities. Why do we look at the pile of old papers, instead of following the example of our ancestors and discovering the truths hidden in all things that are sufficient for the benefit of the country and the people?"

Zhu Su said bitterly. It's not all a lie, he's really heartbroken.

The Chinese nation is the most industrious and intelligent race. No race on this blue planet is more diligent and wise in labor than our ancestors.

They have created a glorious civilization of great pride for our children and grandchildren. But the smartest people among them are often looking for chapters and sentences in the pile of old papers, and in the circle drawn by the sages, they are looking for the end of Datong that does not exist at all.

….

How sad!

If they can pay attention to those "miraculous skills", then hundreds of years later, when the strong ships and cannons of the West will come, what will those people in the West see?

Anyway, there will never be that shame that will be remembered for a hundred years!

"Do you know how high it is? How deep is the sea? Why does the four seasons change endlessly, and why does the sun rise in the east and set in the west?"

"You pride yourself on learning, but why do you not know why it thunders and rains, why do you have winter and summer?"

"There are thousands of mysteries that we don't know. But you don't know what to do, but you spend a lot of effort asking for a poem!"

"Isn't it ridiculous? It's ridiculous!"

Zhu Su scolded angrily.

Fang Xiaoru took a few steps back, his face pale. Even Xu Yungong is also the eye

The light is sluggish, and the face is not satisfied. Among the people who Zhu Su said who boasted of being well-educated, why didn't he be the only one?

"Please also ask Your Highness for forgiveness. Although I know that the world is talented, the people who are the avenue of heaven and earth are without a trace and elusive. Even with the wisdom of the Zhu Sage, it is difficult to find out what happens."

"Your Highness, don't you want to say...... Can you qualify for this avenue of heaven and earth? You are still young, even if you can know one or two of the principles of heaven and earth, that is also ......" Fang Xiaoru was obviously shocked, but he knew that if he was moved by these words at this time, he would have to learn nothing in the future.

So he gritted his teeth and took a step forward, and asked Zhu Sudao with his neck in his hand.

Hearing the suspicion in his tone, Zhu Su smiled mysteriously: "Fang Xizhi, I'll ask you alone."

"Do you know what a 'rainbow is?' And how is it generated?" Zhu Su pointed his hand and pointed to Bifeng Mountain outside the cafeteria.

A light rain had just fallen, and at this time, on Bifeng Mountain, there was a rainbow hanging in the air. It contrasts with the Bifeng Temple on the mountainside. What an ink painting after the new rain in Bishan!

"Rainbow?" Fang Xiaoru lowered his head and thought for a while, before he said, "Rainbow, didong also." In the text, it was said that if the yin energy rises and the yang energy does not, it is a rainbow."

Xu Yungong nodded secretly. Fang Xiaoru is worthy of being a well-educated person, and in a moment, he came up with the most credible allusions among the words of the sages. Zhu Su smiled disdainfully. "Yin Qi rises and Yang Qi should not? In other words, do you think that the rainbow is transformed by yin?"

"Yes." Fang Xiaoru nodded. "These are the words of the sages."

"Since it's yin, then let me ask you, yin qi may be manipulated by people?"

"I can't." Fang Xiaoru shook his head. "The qi of heaven and earth, can it be controlled by people?"

"Yes." Zhu Su pursed his lips. "In that case. I'll teach you a lesson."

"Therefore, the words of the sages in the pile of papers are not absolutely correct. Our generation of scholars should understand a truth: it is better to believe in books than to have no books!"

"Since you think that the rainbow is transformed by yin qi, then I will capture this rainbow yin qi from the sky for you!"

"Capture ...... Catch the rainbow?" Not only Fang Xiaoru, but everyone present was shocked.

"Five...... Fifth uncle?" Li Jinglong pulled Zhu Su's sleeve. "Rainbow Catch...... Isn't it too much?"

"The rainbow is still on the mountainside, and it hangs high in the sky, how can you catch it?"

"How can you not capture it?" Zhu Su put his hands behind his back, only feeling that he was like a god possessing him at this moment. The lost sense of superiority of the traverser is back. "Jiujiang, don't gossip."

"Go to my room and bring me the glass ornament I put on the table!"

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