"Oh? Could it be that he wants to recommend himself and go south with me? ”

Zhang Liang shook his head and only smiled without saying a word, but obviously appreciated Shusun Tong's proposal.

In the afternoon of the next day, after finishing today's lecture for the prince and the children of the clan, the uncle and grandson quickly packed up the notes and trotted all the way to see Lu Pheasant.

After entering the hall and saluting, Lu Pheasant saw that his face was still as tense as an iron plate, and he couldn't help but wonder,

"The day is over, Mr. can loosen up, and there is no need to bluff people with a straight face."

Uncle Sun Tong woke up at this time, laughing at himself,

"Although the minister was once a doctor of Qin, Qin II hated our Confucianism from the bottom of his heart, and he was bent on Legalism. The minister thought that Mencius had said that those who knew their fate did not stand under the rock wall, so he decisively fled with his disciples.

I can't imagine that we Confucianists have been struggling for decades, and we will go to the palace again to give lectures to the emperor's family one day.

In this regard, the minister is grateful, and he will always remember the deep kindness of the queen that day, and dare not slack off for a moment. ”

Lu Pheasant smiled lightly, "Where is the point, it's just a gesture, why worry about it." ”

The so-called dialing is nothing more than when he first met Liu Ji, Lu Pheasant reminded him to follow the customs, take off the wide robe and high hat of Confucianism, and change into the short dress of the Peixian Xiariba people who made Liu Ji feel cordial.

Uncle and grandson understood that what he changed out of that day seemed to be just clothes, but in fact, it was his always high-minded mentality and obsession with form.

***

Advancing and retreating with the changes of the times is his creed of being a man, and only by following the trend can he live for a long time; Only by living long can we wait for the time to revive Confucianism.

After all, if even he himself could not become a close minister of the emperor, how could he talk about reviving the study of saints from the top down?

Seeing that he was about to open his mouth to thank him again, Lu Pheasant hurriedly diverted the topic, "A group of half-grown children, it's difficult to teach, right?"

What is that pile of books under your arm? ”

"Oh, this is a detailed record of the stories of the kings and virtuous masters of the past dynasties made up by the minister himself," Shusun Tong looked down, like a few family treasures,

"The ministers studied the affairs of the past dynasties, and since Yao Shun descended, they selected a total of 9981 things that can be good for the law, and a total of 6636 things for those who can be precepted for evil."

"Zhou Yi" takes nine as yang and six as yin, and he has included a total of 81 good deeds and 36 evil deeds, so as to distinguish the good and evil of yin and yang, which shows the meticulousness of the compilation and the good intentions.

Listening to what he said, Lu Pheasant curiously expanded the picture to see, only to see that each event was preceded by a small picture, and the characters in the picture were lifelike, aiming to entertain and educate.

She was delighted, pointing to a little figure dressed as a monarch in front of the melting pot and asked,

"You drew this picture too? It's really hard for you.

Who and what is this you depicted, but I have been tested, could it be - is it the first emperor who sold his troops? ”

"Exactly," Uncle Sun Tong kept stroking his beard, beaming proudly,

"This section has already been talked about, and it is the old story of Qin Zhi, which the first emperor collected the weapons of the world, gathered in Xianyang, and sold them as bells.

The little man on the queen's finger is the First Emperor. The minister had seen him from afar, and thought that the painting was very similar. ”

***

"I haven't seen him with my own eyes, and I can't comment, if you have a chance in the future, you can ask Zhang Cang in person and let him evaluate it.

After all, he was the history of the pillar, and he often saw the first emperor back then. ”

Lu Pheasant glanced at him, quipped, suddenly his heart moved, his fingertips lightly tapped the big melting pot in the picture, and asked,

"Have the children understood this verse?"

Uncle Sun Tong has always heard and recited, and he never forgets it, he turned his head sideways and thought about it, and replied,

At that time, the prince asked,

'Even if the world's weapons are melted, King Chen Sheng can still chop wood for soldiers and uncover poles for flags, so what is the use of selling soldiers? ’”

"Well, that's a good question," Lu Pheasant nodded, "and what?" ”

"Later, Lu Lu also said, 'The weapons in the hands of the people can be melted, but the swords in their hearts cannot be melted, and the first emperor was worried about the unrest of the world day and night, but he died at the hands of the soldiers, which is very ridiculous.'"

"The children have such knowledge, which shows that you are teaching well." Lu Pheasant praised in his mouth, continued to browse the bamboo slips, and suddenly saw a bewitching woman leaning weakly on the king's side,

"Who is this? Hi Sister Summer? Shang Daji? Or Zhou's praise? ”

According to legend, Xia Wei's favorite concubine sister is happy, likes the wine pond meat forest, and loves to listen to the sound of cracking, so Xia Wei worked hard for the people and lost money, so that the local people paid a tribute of 100 horses of silk every day, and tore it for her to play, so poor and extravagant, and finally aroused public anger and led to Xia's death.

Legend has it that King Zhou You smiled for the sake of the Pomeranians, and did not hesitate to play the princes of the beacon fire, so the "Book of Songs" said, "Hehe Zong Zhou, praise and extinguish it."

And Shang is tyrannical, not to mention Daji's deeds, she thought to herself, anyway, as depicted in the picture, there are no more than these "witches of the country".

"It's Daji and the King of Shang [1]."

"Oh, what do you say about this verse?"

"The king of Shang is in chaos, indulging in wine, a distant gentleman, a villain, and a woman. Since ancient times, the holy king must be a concubine, and the concubine will be prosperous, and if it is not right, it will be chaotic. ”

Uncle Sun Tong put away Fang Cai's smiling expression, straightened his waist slightly, and raised his head and said,

"However, Xia Zhixing relies on Tu Shan's daughter, Zhou Zhixing, and Wen Mu Taiji. Could it be that the concubine and her mother's family, who relied on when the country was rejuvenated, were not women?

Therefore, the same rice raises a hundred kinds of people, and women are also human beings, just like men, there are good and evil.

Moreover, it is human nature to be happy and happy, and only when the person who is the king has a good character and knows how to cultivate himself, can he debate good and evil among others, and distinguish between loyalty and treachery. ”

***

"What an insight!"

Lu Pheasant secretly applauded, no wonder Sima Qian once praised his uncle and grandson Tong as "Confucianism of the Han family", who is upright and bent, clever and clumsy, neither humble nor arrogant, and is really a rare talent.

She looked directly at her uncle and grandson,

"Sir, although you can teach the children according to your own ideas, they will benefit from you for the rest of their lives."

With such a knowing grace, Uncle Sun Tong only felt moved in his heart, and it was inconvenient to show it, so he had to say,

"The minister asked to see him today, originally for the queen's southward journey."

"Oh yes, I forgot about it when I looked at your picture."

After he reminded him, Lu Pheasant also remembered and asked with interest,

"Listen to Taifu, do you want me to take one more person with you?"

"Yes, the minister will protect one person with his own life, and he will not disgrace his mission."

"Who?"

"Dong Wangzhi."

These three words are spoken very slowly, and there is a sound of gold and stone on the ground.

"Dong Wangzhi? The young historian who had to write down the emperor's detachment last time? ”

Lu Pheasant's eyes suddenly appeared in front of the descendant of Dong Hu who was so stubborn that he almost disregarded his life.

"Exactly," Uncle Sun Tong's eyes lit up, and he gritted his teeth and said,

"In the past, Confucius became a spring and autumn period, and the rebellious ministers and thieves were afraid."

He heard that Zhao Tuo flatly denied his Central Plains bloodline, and recently he has become more and more rampant, and he can't even speak Chinese well, and he curls his tongue and pretends all day long.

Since this is the case, then send a straightforward historian who is as firm as iron and full of righteousness, if he really sees the king of Nanyue, he should be scolded so that he regrets being born.