"But Your Majesty, don't forget, each county still has a county school, and under the county school, there are schools, Xu, and order."

Huo Guang snapped his fingers and slowly counted down: "This is only official learning, in addition to official learning, there are also private private schools, zero and zero, I am afraid that there are more than 10,000 Confucian students in the Sanfu area." ”

"Coupled with the prestige of Confucianism in the countryside, maybe it can incite more people who don't know why."

"Does Your Majesty still think it's a small amount?" Huo Guang asked rhetorically.

"Confucian scholars are all sensible people, I'm afraid they may not all oppose the temple number for Emperor Xiaowu, right?" Liu He asked tentatively.

"That's why the old man said that Your Majesty was too impatient in this matter, and of course there were many Confucian scholars who supported Emperor Xiaowu to go to the temple, but when His Majesty sent Xiahou Sheng to the edict, things changed."

"The focus of the dispute among the Confucian scholars is not the temple number, but His Majesty's respect for Confucianism!"

As soon as Huo Guang's words fell, the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, and the dark clouds that blew from the east covered the Qingliang Palace, Weiyang Palace, and Chang'an City.

The wind blew and blew on the doors and windows of the temple, clashing back and forth, making an irritating sound.

The officials and slaves hurriedly closed the windows and closed the doors, and after a while of busyness, they finally locked the noise out.

"Your Majesty, the wind is blowing."

Huo Guang glanced out the window and seemed to mean something.

Liu He weighed the power in his hand, if a wide-ranging Confucian rebellion really broke out, then it would be impossible for him to calm down.

The four words of Chinese riot appeared in Liu He's mind, which made Liu He can't help but have some worries.

When the time comes, this Huo Guang won't throw himself out as a scapegoat, right?

With doubts and anxiety, Liu He asked a little timidly: "Father Zhong, now, what should I do?" ”

"What does Your Majesty think you should do?"

Liu He was the first emperor to be the emperor, and the history books were vague, and the matter of giving the temple number was written very briefly, where did he think that so many people would be involved.

Faced with this situation, Liu He can't think of too many ways at present.

However, looking at Huo Guang's determined expression, Liu He understood.

Huo Guang was scared of himself just now.

If it really reaches the point of no return, it is not only Liu He's big man who is shaken, but also Huo Guang's big man.

Then, Liu He had to show weakness and let his middle father take the initiative to come out and carry the thunder for himself.

"Otherwise, I will release Xiahou Sheng from the edict and restore Xiahou Wan'er's Jieyu title?" Liu He tried to ask.

"In this way, Confucianism is naturally gone, but Your Majesty will never be able to stand up in front of Confucianism, and don't think about going to the temple for Emperor Xiaowu."

"Then I will follow the example of Emperor Xiaowu and issue the "Edict of Guilt"?!" Liu He's voice trembled and said resolutely.

The edict of the Son of Heaven admits his mistakes to the world, and it is the last tool to calm the anger of the people.

"Your Majesty, the Son of Heaven of the Han Dynasty, no one has ever issued an edict against himself."

"Emperor Xiaowu's ......"

"Your Majesty is wrong, it has always been the "Luntai Edict", there is no guilt in the whole text, how can you say that you are guilty of your own edict, it is just made up by Confucianism, if Your Majesty really issued an edict of guilt, not only will the world now be regarded as a weak and incompetent king, but will also be a faint monarch in the history books in the future."

Liu He pretended to be a little depressed, this can't work, what else can he do?

But secretly thinking back to Huo Guang's words just now, Liu He seemed to find a trace of dissatisfaction, and this Huo Guang also seemed to be dissatisfied with Confucianism.

"Father, is there a good plan?"

Huo Guang smiled indifferently, stroked his beautiful hair, and said: "Your Majesty, if you want to be ruthless, you have to be ruthless to the end, so that those Confucian students dare not make mistakes." ”

At first, Liu He came back to his senses after a while because he heard it wrong.

When he saw the killing intent on Huo Guang's face, he realized that he had heard correctly, and the other party was not joking.

At this moment, a bolt of lightning slashed through the sky and made a rumbling sound.

"Your Majesty, the Son of Heaven can admit his mistakes, but he can't be forced by others to admit his mistakes."

"There is nothing wrong with giving Emperor Xiaowu a temple number, but it is wrong for Xiahou Sheng to incite virtuous literature to slander Emperor Xiaowu, as long as there is no retreat, this matter can be easily resolved."

Those opponents who have not yet shown up want to seize the emperor's disrespect for Confucianism to make a fuss; Then the court should say that the death of Xiahou Sheng is a big crime of bullying the king, and sending him to prison is not disrespectful to Confucianism, but acting according to the law.

You hit yours, I'll hit mine.

Diverting contradictions and dividing and conquering them is a good way to remain unchanged for eternity.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops kept hitting the eaves overhead, so that Liu He couldn't help but look up, and looked at it, a little worried that the eaves would collapse.

"What does Father Zhong mean, let me be tough to the end?!"

"That's wrong, it's up to the old man to be tough on this matter, Your Majesty only needs to sit in Weiyang Palace."

Liu He was thoughtful, Huo Guang really cared more about the authority of the court than himself.

Sure enough, in the two things of the temple number and the prestige of the court, Huo Guang and Liu He stood together.

Liu He remembered Shangguan Ji's rebellion, Huo Guang wouldn't be going to kill, right?

"Father, I don't want too many people to die because of this."

"Confucianism is very important to the world, and the old minister knows it, of course he doesn't want to act like this, but if someone really wants to make trouble, the old minister will see the opportunity to act."

Liu He settled down a lot and nodded silently.

Since there is Huo Guang in front of him, there is no need to worry about overdoing it, since Huo Guang wants to stand up, let him stand up.

……

This torrential rain in Chang'an rained for five days and five nights, and it was not only raining, but also mixed with fist-sized hail.

The water in the moat rose, and the roofs of countless dilapidated houses were smashed to pieces—even the northern part of Weiyang Palace was blackened by a series of scabs.

On July 20, the rain finally stopped, but the sky remained gloomy.

Layers of dark clouds were dense and impermeable, like thick linen, covering the sky over Chang'an City.

In a two-in, two-out house to the north of Shangguanli, the atmosphere is quite depressing.

Above the main hall, there are dozens of Confucian scholars, among which the first person sitting on the top is the owner of the house - Xiahou Jian, he is Xiahou Sheng's nephew, he has followed Xiahou Sheng to learn "Shangshu" since he was a child, and now he is a doctoral officer in Taixue.

The six people sitting near the first place are Tian Wangsun, a doctor of the Book of Changes, Hu Chang, a doctor of the Guliang Jing, Xue Guangde, a doctor of Lu Shi, a doctor of Qi Shisheng, a postdoctoral fellow of the Book of Rites, and Yan Gongsun, a doctor of the Ram Biography.

And on the couch further back and out, so much so that all the way to the corridor outside the hall, were dozens of younger doctoral disciples.

Whether it is a doctor in his forties or a disciple of a doctor in his twenties or thirties, everyone has a solemn expression on their faces.

The officials of the doctors have existed in ancient times.

Even at the time of the violent Qin, there were dozens of doctoral officials in the court.

However, at the turn of the Qin and Han dynasties, there were no too strict requirements for candidates to be doctors, as long as they had rich knowledge, they could be appointed, and it was not a big deal as to which one you studied.

However, after Emperor Xiaowu respected Confucianism and deposed the Hundred Schools, the doctor was designated as a doctor of the Five Classics, and the person who held this official position must be a person who has profound attainments in one of the Five Classics of Confucianism.

In the beginning, there were only five doctors of the Five Classics, but as the "Poems" were divided into "Qi Poems" and "Lu Poems", and the "Spring and Autumn Period" was divided into "The Biography of Gu Liang" and "The Biography of the Ram", there were actually seven Doctors of the Pentateuch.

In normal times, the Doctor of the Five Classics gave lectures to the 300 doctoral disciples selected from all over the country in Taixue, and did not participate in political affairs, and the rank of the doctoral disciples was 600 stones, while the rank of the doctoral disciples was 200 stones.

Taixue is under the jurisdiction of Taichang Temple, and the prefect is the Taixue Order with a rank of more than a thousand stones.

Although he has a rank, whether it is Taixue Ling, a doctor, or a disciple of a doctor, he does not have any real power.

No real power does not mean no power.

Because the doctors of the Five Classics are all well-known Confucian scholars, and they often undertake the task of providing the basis for the imperial edicts, they have a lot of influence among Confucian scholars.

Today, the doctors of the Five Classics gathered at Xiahou Jian's house, naturally for the sake of Xiahou Sheng's edict.

Today's four changes are 10,000 words, this is the first update, and the second update is three minutes later. The last two are in the afternoon.

Again, there are very few records of Confucianism in the Western Han Dynasty, and the Confucian deeds involved in the text are all fictional, qiewudangh

(End of chapter)