An Qing shook his head and replied: "Jingyun only told me, not even my parents knew."
Han Du breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his sister also knew that this matter was very important and should not be told to anyone. As for why she told An Qing, Han Du guessed that it was simply because she was too worried about Zhu Biao's condition and wanted to ask An Qing for help to persuade her to do her best.
Concern really leads to chaos... Han Du shook his head, wouldn't he try his best if his sister didn't ask An Qing for help?
Seeing that An Qing was also full of concern, Han Du smiled and said: "There is no big problem. His Highness the Crown Prince's hysteria has been cured now. Maybe he will be fine soon."
"That's good, that's good..." An Qing breathed out immediately. An Qing might still have some doubts about other people's words, but she knew that Han Du had never lied to her, let alone lied to him, so she naturally believed what Han Du said.
The next day, Han Du came to the East Palace to greet Zhu Biao.
"I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince. How is Your Highness today?"
When Zhu Biao saw Han Du coming, he immediately laughed happily, "Okay, I know that my father can pardon those people. You also spoke for me in front of my father, so I will remember your feelings." "
"This is the emperor's wish, I can't say anything." Han Du waved his hands repeatedly, rejecting Zhu Biao's words. It's not a good thing to let Zhu mark his affection. Besides, if this matter reaches Lao Zhu's ears, he won't be happy at all.
Seeing that Zhu Biao wanted to say something else, Han Du simply spoke first and asked: "Your Highness, there are some things that I couldn't ask yesterday. I don't know whether to say them or not?"
Zhu Biao was very happy and said casually: "But it doesn't matter."
In this case, Han Du is welcome. He asked preparedly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has always been kind, and I know that. But this time, I really don't understand."
"Oh? Do you have any questions?" Zhu Biao looked happy to answer Han Du's questions, eagerly waiting for Han Du's questions.
Han Du lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "Although the doctors whom Your Highness asked the Emperor to pardon were not involved in the murder of Your Highness, I don't believe it if they are completely unaware."
"For such an important matter, since they knew it and did not report it, there is no problem even if they are accomplices. And if they are not killed, it will definitely damage the majesty of the emperor, and there will be a greater possibility of traitors appearing in the hospital in the future. Your Highness, this is A moment of kindness can put the entire palace in danger."
Not killing everyone means that the cost of murdering the emperor is low, which will make more people follow suit.
Zhu Biao suddenly fell silent after hearing this, and after a moment he said intermittently: "This... I didn't think about it that much at the time. It's just... I just felt that killing hundreds of people at once was too cruel. ..."
Han Du smiled helplessly and said earnestly: "Your Highness, you know that this is kind to others, but your Highness is cruel to the people in the entire palace, including the Emperor and the Queen, as well as Your Highness himself and all the princes. From now on, you will be in a worse position. In great danger?"
Hearing Han Du's words, involving his father and mother, Zhu Biao suddenly panicked and muttered to himself: "Could it be... Is benevolence also wrong? Could it be that even if the saints advocated it, there would be Wrong?"
Han Du sat down, approached Zhu Biao and said, "A saint will not
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Wrong? Besides, saints do not advocate benevolence blindly. What about righteousness, Tao, and virtue? Is it too biased for Your Highness to blindly advocate benevolence? "
Zhu Biao was speechless when Han Du questioned him.
Han Du continued: "Besides, the so-called words of saints are just self-proclaimed words by scholars in order to improve their own status. They are no different from Wang Po who sells melons."
This sentence was too vicious, which made Zhu Biao, who always regarded the words of saints as his guide, very disgusted.
"What do you mean by this?"
Han Du shook his head indifferently and said, "Does Your Highness know how I view the words of saints?"
Zhu Biao narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Du.
Han Du straightened his body, leaned back, and said: "People can learn from the words of saints, scholars can learn from them, civil and military ministers can learn from them, but emperors cannot learn from them!"
The emperor cannot learn!
The five words falling into Zhu Biao's ears were like five thunderbolts, shaking his new lake.
"Why, why?"
"Ha!" Han Du sneered and spread his hands, "Isn't this simple enough? If the teachings of saints are suitable for emperors, then why didn't saints directly become emperors in the first place?"
Zhu Biao heard this very harshly, frowned and retorted: "A saint is indifferent to fame and fortune, so he naturally disdains becoming an emperor."
"Indifferent to fame and fortune?" The irony in Han Du's tone was even greater, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. With Kukuku's uncontrollable laughter, he asked: "Since he is indifferent to fame and fortune, then why didn't the saint just do it in the first place? Why stay in Qufu? Why do you want to travel thousands of miles and travel around the world? Moreover, since you are indifferent to fame and fortune, why did the saint agree to serve as an official more than once? "
Zhu Biao opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything to refute.
When Han Du saw that the fire was almost done, he smiled and took out an Analects of Confucius from his arms and said: "Take this Analects for example. It was not originally a book compiled by a saint himself. In later generations, it has been used by countless people , how many private goods have been added into it. Many of them are not the saint’s original intention, and are even completely opposite to the saint’s intention.”
"Let's take this sentence as an example. The people can use it but not know it. How does Your Highness think it should be understood?"
Zhu Biao looked at the words pointed out by Han Du, and the scene where Song Lian taught him immediately appeared in his mind, and he said truthfully: "People can be taught by it, but they cannot be made to know it. Mr. Xi has taught orphans before, and he has given special instructions to orphans." I have explained this sentence before. The meaning is that the people can drive them, but they cannot be allowed to know why the court wants to drive them."
Sure enough... Han Du narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.
Then he looked up and found the pen and ink. Taking the pen, Han Du lightly clicked on this sentence twice. Suddenly it became, "If the people can do it, let them do it; if they don't do it, let them know it."
"Your Highness, please look again."
Zhu Biao just glanced at Han Du's modified Analects, and his face suddenly froze. He couldn't help but murmur to himself: "If the people can do it, let them do it; if they can't, let them know it... If the people can do it, let them let it go; if they don't do it, let them know it..."
Han Du was not in a hurry and drank tea in his spare time, waiting for Zhu Biao to come to his senses.
After a while, Zhu Biao looked at Han Du with burning eyes and asked in a solemn tone: "How is this possible? It's obviously the same sentence, why?
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What interpretation would be completely opposite? "
Han Du did not answer Zhu Biao's question. Instead, he put down his tea cup and asked with a smile: "Everyone in the world thinks that saints love the world. So from your highness's point of view, which of these two interpretations is the original meaning of saints?"
Zhu Biao only hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Of course, if the people can do it, let them know it; if it doesn't do it, let them know it."
"Since this is the original intention of the saint, why have Confucian scholars since ancient times misinterpreted the meaning of the saint? Is it true that no Confucian scholar has understood the meaning of the saint for thousands of years?" Han Du continued to ask. .
This is simply impossible... Zhu Biao took a deep breath. How could there be so many capable men and heroes from ancient times who could even misunderstand this little explanation? And this mistake lasted for so many years, and no one raised any questions during this period.
"Why are they doing this?"
Facing Zhu Biao's question, Han Du smiled, took a sip of tea, and sighed: "Because this explanation can best reflect their value, improve their status, and is most beneficial to them."
"Just... just for this reason?" Zhu Biao's tone was solemn, with a hint of sadness.
Han Du sighed: "Isn't this enough? The bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. Confucian scholars study hard for ten years, but they are not here to help the world and save the people. They must first do it for themselves, As for saving the world and saving the people, it is just incidental."
Zhu Biao couldn't find a reason to refute Han Du's words, and in the end he just sighed and shook his head, "For so many years, Gu has been overseeing the country, and he thought he was as capable as his father. Unexpectedly, in the end, Gu didn't even know how to be an emperor... ..."
Han Du saw that Zhu Biao looked a little downcast, and was afraid that he would fall into self-denial again. He quickly shook his head and said: "Your Highness has said too much. Your Highness has been carefully taught by the Emperor since he was a child. You know, when it comes to the study of emperors, no one in the world can compare with him." Your Majesty. It’s just that in the past, Your Highness took the learning of saints too seriously, and therefore ignored the learning of emperors that the emperor taught His Highness.”
"Since His Highness has now woken up, as long as he distinguishes priorities, His Highness will definitely become a wise king."
Zhu Biao felt as if he had been enlightened, and his whole body was filled with excitement. Yes, it's not like he hasn't learned the science of emperors. His father taught him since he was a child, isn't it? It's just that he didn't pay attention before.
Now being reminded by Han Du, Zhu Biao was only grateful for the Chun Chun teachings his father had given him in the past, and they flashed in his mind one by one in an instant.
In just a few breaths, Zhu Biao's energy and spirit instantly completed the transformation. Suddenly he burst into laughter, "Listening to your words is better than ten years of reading. The ancients never bullied me! Han Du, I want to thank you very much!"
After saying that, he stood up and was about to salute Han Du.
Han Du was so frightened that he quickly ran away. How could he dare to receive such a gift from Zhu Biao? "Your Highness, you can't do this!"
Han Jingyun happened to come in at this time. When he saw such a scene, his eyes froze and he stopped moving.
After coming back to his senses, he quickly went in to help Zhu Biao up and said with a smile: "How can His Highness give such a big gift to the eldest brother? Then... wouldn't it be a violation of the rules?"
Zhu Biao became embarrassed, scratched his head, laughed a few times, and revealed the matter.
Indeed, if he pays homage to Han Du, how should Han Jingyun deal with himself? It would even make Han Du find it difficult to end it. In this case, Zhu Biao no longer persisted.
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