After a short moment, the old man finally remembered that the Son of Heaven's laughter seemed to be a little rampant—every time the Son of Heaven smiled like this, it was bound to be a trick that had succeeded.

Wei Xian's heart "chuckled", and he secretly screamed that it was not good.

Fell into the pit dug by the Son of Heaven again!

But he was wrong, this time he didn't fall into the pit dug by the Son of Heaven, but was used as a stepping stone by the Son of Heaven.

"In a hurry just now, what I said was indeed a little biased, of course Confucian students still have to read the Confucian scriptures, otherwise how can they know what benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith are?"

"Now, I have four sentences for the Confucian students in the world, and also for the Confucian students in the hall, I hope you all remember it in your hearts, and turn it out from time to time to dry it......"

Dozens of people in the hall immediately sat up straighter again, and some of them even took out paper and pens to write them down, and even Kong Ba, who was pale, couldn't help but be awe-inspired.

"I hope that from now on, Confucian scholars can do what these four sentences are ......" Liu He deliberately paused for a moment.

"Establish a heart for heaven and earth."

"Make a life for the people."

"For the sake of the saints, continue to learn."

"Peace for all generations!"

This is the "Four Sentences of Hengqu" of the great Confucian Zhang Zai in later generations, and it is the highest requirement for Confucianism in ancient China.

Its conceptual positioning can sweep all the high theories of ancient and modern Confucianism.

Today, it sounded in this Shiqu Pavilion in advance, and finally suppressed all the slander in the hearts of the "villain" and "gentleman Confucian" in the field.

The Confucian scholars, who were already "unaligned", could no longer resist and were defeated in front of the Son of Heaven.

Wang Shi, who had been watching from the sidelines, was amazed, and he was very relieved that the talent of the Son of Heaven exceeded his imagination.

He didn't feel like the teacher of the Son of Heaven, but the Son of Heaven was his teacher.

Eventually, Wang Shi stood up, knelt down beside Wei Xian, and bowed to the Son of Heaven.

"Your Majesty's teachings, Weichen keep it in mind, from today on, this words will be engraved in front of the Taixue Gate, engraved in front of the world's Xuanxue Academy!" Wang Shi shouted in a trembling voice.

There was a sound, Zhang Anshi, who was sitting by the door, stood up, and the ministers and courtiers behind him also followed, and they all dressed up and bowed down.

"Your Majesty's teachings, Weichen keep in mind, from today on, this words will be engraved in front of the doors of the various government offices, and recited repeatedly every day when they go to the office." Zhang Anshi choked up a little.

Today, Zhang Anshi, Liu De, Bingji and others originally wanted to "sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight" to see the Son of Heaven hit his head in front of Confucianism and broke the bloodstream.

On the one hand, although they also read the Confucian scriptures, they have long been away from the "Confucian forest", so naturally they will not help the Confucian scholars.

On the other hand, they also have a lot of complaints about the new policy of the Son of Heaven, so they want the Confucian scholars to slow down the footsteps of the Son of Heaven.

But at the moment, they all have some shame and unease.

What the Son of Heaven said today was actually praising these courtiers who were proficient in practice - they were not less criticized by Confucianism for not abiding by "Confucianism".

If a soldier dies for his confidant, how can they not be loyal to the Son of Heaven?

In today's Shiqu Pavilion debate, they don't have much right to speak, but at least they have to give the Son of Heaven some support and appease their guilt as they do now.

At this point, half of the people in the Shiqu Pavilion fell to the ground.

Liu He's eyes came to Kong Ba - the Kong family, and it was time to learn to bow to me.

Sure enough, after a moment of stalemate, Kong Ba stood in the hall with some reluctance, and his stiff knees still bent down.

"What Your Majesty said is a high theory, from today onwards, this statement will be engraved in front of the Confucian Mansion, engraved in the Confucian forest, and the disciples of the Confucian family will read it day and night......"

With Kong Ba's bowing, no one dared to sit on the couch anymore, and the rest of the people got up one after another and rushed to bow down under the hall.

"Your Majesty's high theory, we will keep it in mind, meditate day and night, and never dare to forget!" The Confucian scholars replied aloud, and there was no more noise.

Liu He stared at the people who bowed down, and there was some exhaustion and dizziness in a trance.

Unexpectedly, as soon as they fought, they were already swords and swords, and blood flowed like a river.

But all this is worth it, and from today onwards, the atmosphere of Confucianism will be boosted: Confucian scholars who only know how to read the scriptures in the ashram will not be popular in the future.

"I will also engrave these four sentences on the north gate of Weiyang Palace, and encourage the world!"

"Your Majesty, it is really a blessing for the great man." The ministers bowed down again.

"All the ministers are even, let's discuss the passage of the Confucian scriptures with me."

"No!"

Everyone had to admit that in this round of confrontation, the Son of Heaven won

For the sake of his own future, Yan Pengzu suddenly attacked the Son of Heaven first.

He didn't get any benefits, but gave Liu He the opportunity to teach the entire Rulin a lesson.

With the double blessing of Zhang Zai and Zhuge Liang, Liu He successfully made a good start for the "debate".

It was also a bonus, and it saved a lot of things for the rest of the process.

The Confucian scholars accepted the imperial examination system, the Zhen school system, and the view that "a hundred schools of thought converge and a single sect of Confucianism", and it was no longer possible to oppose the publication of the popular version of the Confucian classics.

At this time, the atmosphere of Shiqu Pavilion was very high, and most people were disturbed by the "Four Sentences of Shiqu", and they were eager to do something for the common people in the world immediately.

If at this time, someone stands up, with the purpose of "fighting for the right to interpret the scriptures", they will make extraneous branches, and demand that the imperial examination and the Zhen school system be divided into different scriptures and separate examinations.

Then the appearance is too ugly, I'm afraid that even if Kong Ba and Wei Xian come out to be this up-and-coming bird, they will be forced to look at by others.

On the one hand, it is the grand wish to open peace for all generations, and on the other hand, it is the flies and dogs of each family to protect themselves, and they make judgments.

Therefore, when Liu He raised the first issue of "whether the popular version of the Confucian Classics should be published", there was silence in the hall, and no one stood up to refute and oppose it.

Wei Xian looked down at the plan, wrote and drew on it with a hand-made pen, and didn't know if he was writing "Four Sentences of Hengqu" - it should be called "Four Sentences of Shiqu" at this moment.

And Kong Ba began to close his eyes again, and suddenly looked at it, and he didn't know if he was really asleep.

Of course he won't fall asleep, he was aggrieved and angry in his heart, Yan Pengzu, the dog thief, messed up the plan.

Kong Ba originally wanted to invite Kong Anguo to suppress the Son of Heaven on this first issue, but now he has no chance.

Not to mention Kong Anguo, even if Confucius came to the court, it is difficult to settle the current situation.

I can only bow my head, admit this loss, and then make a plan.

……

Liu He doesn't care about these little things, and the most important thing is to be able to make it happen in the end.

"Someone, bring me up the ticket box!" Liu He clapped his hands and said.

"No!" An answer came from outside the hall.

Soon after, the four Changyi Lang carried a heavy wooden box and walked into the Shiqu Pavilion.

The shape of this wooden box is unique, and such an utensil has never been seen in Dahan.

With its appearance, everyone's attention had a goal to shift, and the air in the hall, which had been stagnant, finally loosened a lot.

This wooden box is only one foot high and half a foot thick, made of fine nanmu, and painted vermilion throughout.

The front is engraved with two seal characters of "ticket box" in Lishu, and the back is a black dragon pattern formed into a circle.

There is an opening at the top of the box, and the door on the side is securely locked with a large lock.

At first glance, this ballot box looks like a small prison, exuding a majestic atmosphere.

The red dragon pattern on a black background or the black dragon pattern on a red background appears very frequently nowadays - it has almost become a symbol of imperial power and the Son of Heaven.

The moment the heavy ticket box landed, there was a muffled sound, which made everyone's hearts tremble.

This is the ballot box? Another novelty!

"Fan Ke, give an invoice to the Confucian Troupe!" Liu He said with a wave of his hand, and sat back on the couch.

"No!" Fan Ke took out a small lacquer box from under his desk and hurried to the hall.

When the lacquer box was opened, it was filled with palm-sized squares of paper, neatly stacked.

Under the curious eyes of everyone, Fan Ke sent the ticket to the hands of every Confucian student.

Naturally, these tickets are also made of paper, but they are a little different from ordinary rice paper - much whiter, much more crisp, and much thicker.

Not like rice paper, but more like birch bark.

The words "yes" and "no" are printed on the top and bottom of the ticket, and other than that, there is no more emblem.

"Since the princes have no more comments on the issue of publishing the popular version of the scriptures, let's enter the voting process."

"Those who agree to print the popular version of the scriptures circle 'yes', and those who oppose the publication of the popular version of the scriptures circle 'no'!"

"In order to facilitate the inspection and to prevent confusion, you need to write your names on the back of the ticket."

This was a little trick by Liu He, who chose a secret ballot instead of a fairer secret ballot.

In this way, the situation of Confucian scholars who are in violation of yin and yang can be prevented once again.

If Liu He was a subordinate, he would definitely scold in his heart, but Liu He was a superior, so his position would naturally be different.

As for the Confucian scholars in the hall, they naturally don't care about it - the Son of Heaven is willing to make decisions in this way, and he is already extremely enlightened.

"Rest assured, Aiqing, no one will be convicted for the debate, just vote with confidence." Liu He gave his assurances gently.

"No!" The Confucian scholars in the hall replied one after another.

After all, voting is a new thing, and although the pen and ink have been prepared on the case, everyone does not know how to start.

In the end, Liu He picked up the pen, circled the "yes" on his ticket, and then lit it up for everyone, and ordered Fan Ke to vote for him in the ballot box.

The crisp sound of the crisp new paper falling from the voting mouth made the whole process look very simple and clear at a glance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please vote." Liu He asked again.

"No!"

Finally, the Confucian scholars picked up their pens, and after hesitating for a moment, they circled the tickets.

Many people want to spy on other people's movements, but they don't dare to be blatant, so that the sneaky expression is particularly funny.

Wei Xian and Kong Ba, who were sitting next to each other, glanced at each other, and then at Wang Shi and Hou Cang, who were sitting opposites—they had already made their own decisions.

The two of them were inconvenient to talk and discuss, but they sighed in unison, first nodded, and then shook their heads.

When everyone put down their pens, they finally started to write.

"Okay, start with Kong Gong, come up and vote." Liu He said.

"No!" Kong Ba answered with everyone.

Confucian scholars stepped forward one by one and threw the tickets in their hands into the ballot box.

Everything was in order, and after half an hour, everyone was done.

"Okay, Fan Ke counts the votes, Zhang Anshi sings the votes, and Kong Gong, Wei Gong and Wang Fu come to scrutinize the votes."

After Liu He counted these people, he explained how to count votes, how to sing votes, and how to scrutinize votes.

Then a black-painted wooden board was lifted up and placed at the door of the temple, where all could see.

"Let's get started!" Liu He said, Fan Ke took out the key, opened the ticket box, and poured out all the tickets.

After a moment of scrambling, the old and the young took their places, each performing his duties, and the counting of votes began.

In the original worldly line, voting was an extremely common thing, always happening in different places.

This form, which is extremely simple, is the basic form of people's exercise of power, and it is also a symbol of people's learning to cooperate.

Even if a seven or eight-year-old childlike schoolboy chooses a "leader" in the school, he uses this extremely simple way.

But now, when Liu He moved the vote to the Han Dynasty 2,000 years ago, it gave it an inexplicable sense of sacredness and solemnity.

Or maybe it should have a sense of sacredness and solemnity in itself, but it has just been forgotten by posterity.

Kong Ba and the others' expressions also became very solemn, as if they were doing a big thing, and even when passing the vote, they had to raise their hands to their eyebrows.

The trance looks like a solemn sacrifice.

And when Zhang Anshi sang the ticket, he deliberately elongated his voice, imitating the strange accent that he often recites at the spring festival.

I don't know why, Liu He suddenly wanted to laugh, he didn't know whether this simple vote was attached to a layer of mystery, whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

Or do you want to let them bathe and fast before every vote in the future?

But soon, Liu He's thoughts were pulled back to the moment by the word "yes" on the blackboard and the word "no" under the word "quasi".

The number of tickets is not much, and even if Zhang Anshi lengthens his voice, it won't take long.

After only half a burnt of incense, the results are about to come out.

Looking at the white orthography, Liu He smiled.

This result was somewhat unexpected to him.

(End of chapter)