"Your Majesty, Prince Teng should not go to sea again." Cen Wenwen saw Li Shimin's somewhat troubled eyes, crossed his hands and saluted, and said softly. "Han Feizi said: Confucianism confuses the law with literature. Don't do it carelessly."
Prince Teng is one of those people who is usually very annoying, making people feel extremely annoyed and want to slap him away; but when something happens, he can be really reckless, whether it is quarreling or shaking fists, making people feel safe, secure, and able to Don't worry about trusting someone with your back. I found that all my colleagues in the political hall also had this very contradictory view of him.
Changsun Wuji hesitated for a long time, reluctantly moved half a step forward, crossed his hands and saluted, and said: "Your Majesty, Linjiang Moose and this article said that Prince Teng cannot return to Chang'an, and it is not suitable for him to go. Yangzhou is the best place to explore south of Yizhou for two to three years."
Worrying about the worries of the world first and being happy after the happiness of the world cannot save King Teng. The premise of the so-called literati spirit is not to be happy with things and not to be sad with oneself; if you live high in the temple, you will worry about the people; if you live in the rivers and lakes If you are far away, you will worry about your king. No matter how much you talk about it, to be honest, I can’t do it.
For those who live near the river, everyone can criticize each other. The meritorious family will criticize the noble family as the outer dog, and the clan will be the inner dog; Dogs; the bachelors of Hongwen Hall each have Si Yamen as the inner dog, and Fan Bang as the outer dog... Anyway, after turning around, except for his own camp, everyone else is a dog. When everyone is on the same moral bottom line, it can be treated as if this line does not exist.
The teacher said it was different. King Teng directly fired at the scholar-bureaucrats, and added: He is similar to that of that year, and the way is similar. A low position is shameful, and a high official is close to flattery. Those sycophants, female cadres, and cowardly people will also hate King Teng. The anecdotes and allusions about his domineering, unkind and unscrupulous ways will naturally be revealed in the literary gatherings passed down by word of mouth and in the wonderful articles. There are endless possibilities. Even if His Majesty has the intention to defend, he will only fall into a passive situation and even arouse public indignation amidst the rumors and rumors that the three men will succeed.
Moubai didn't care what happened to Prince Teng's son, he simply didn't want to embarrass His Majesty.
The struggle in his eyes deepened, and Li Shimin's gaze seemed to burn the letter on the table completely, as if it had never been written!
"Ahem," Cheng Zhijie coughed loudly twice. When he saw everyone's eyes falling on his face, he crossed his hands and saluted, and reminded him naively. "Your Majesty, your focus is a little off. Prince Teng also said that Du Silang and others made a telephone so that they can hear each other clearly from half a mile away without shouting."
Li Shimin: "..."
Half a mile? Uh-huh, the letterhead says half a mile. No further experiments have been done yet, and the ultimate distance is unknown.
Fang Xuanling: "..."
No need to shout loudly? Is it the kind that speaks loudly and keeps itself far away, not borrowing the autumn wind? Or is it the kind that is like a fair lady, playing music with bells and drums?
Chang Sun Wuji and Cen Wenwen: "..."
Why should such an important thing be... No one can deny that Shi Shuo is an excellent work, and it can even be called a warning work, but its role in triggering wars is also comparable to that of artillery, can't we just talk about telephones?
Yang Shidao, Du Chuke, Liu Dewei and Yu Chigong, who have not expressed their opinions yet: "..."
It’s much fun to eat melons and watch a show. As long as it’s not someone who gets embarrassed, it doesn’t matter how long the performance lasts... If His Majesty could provide a pot of tea, a plate of melon seeds, and some braised meat and peanuts, it would be even more perfect.
Shangguan Yi, the living man, frowned, and the knuckles of the hand holding the pen turned white: So... so and so didn't know how to write. The context in which the elders discussed the issue was so weird. It was extremely inconsistent with their usual personalities! Ahhhh!
! (screaming prairie dog)
Zhang Ananda silently moved his toes: I am very sure that I just read the letter word for word. It was His Majesty who said that there is no backwards and forwards in learning, and the expert is the teacher... and raised the topic to the level of how the scholar-bureaucrats will fight back. , a mere telephone is not worth a penny.
"Your Majesty, the Ministry of Industry, the Young Master and the General Supervisor need to send people to Prince Teng. The use of telephones will be far more extensive than telegraphs." Li Daozong, the Minister of Industry, obviously looked a little farther than others. "Some things don't have to wait until dawn to arrange them. We can discuss the issues with each other and there is no need to make arrangements.
Everything must be discussed in person. "
Another advantage of not meeting face to face is that you don't have to sit upright, and you don't have to worry about seeing each other's true thoughts from the eyes or habitual small movements. If you can further expand the scope of use, if you want to listen to Kitasato's beauty sing a little song, or want to taste a restaurant's special snacks, you don't need to send followers or guards to run errands, which will not only save time, but also provide better confidentiality.
If the distance is further, for example, if there is an enemy attack in Guazhou, there will no longer be a need to decode the message, and the phone will go directly to the Ministry of War or the Political Hall... Thinking about that scene, you can be so excited that your hair will stand up!
"Shu Zi!" Li Shimin shouted up to the sky. The emotions in his voice were extremely complicated. Even Chang Sun Wuji, a close friend of him who knew him well, couldn't tell. Is he happy, happy or happy?
Your Majesty should be happy that King Teng is thousands of miles away but still cares about Chang'an. He is afraid that everyone's life will be too dull and boring. He will find something to keep everyone busy and at the same time enrich the conversation after dinner. Only when a certain person's brain is knotted can he just eat carrots and worry. When has Prince Teng ever been afraid of being criticized by others... Changsun Wuji silently retreated to his original position and secretly complained.
Fang Xuanling glanced at the big clock next to him and reminded softly: "Your Majesty, it's time to prepare for the dinner."
There is nothing special about August 15th. Your Majesty will host a banquet for all ministers and envoys from foreign countries. At the beginning of Wuwu...it will disperse at seven o'clock in the evening. Several friends invited me to climb high to admire the moon, recite poems, listen to music, and eat cold melons. It was a leisurely time. As a result, last year King Teng sent back two poems: Looking at the moon on the 15th night, Xin Chou Mid-Autumn Festival, drinking happily until the end of the year, and getting drunk. I wrote these two poems with all my brothers in mind.
Crows roost in the white trees in the atrium, and the cold dew wets the sweet-scented osmanthus silently. Tonight, when the moon is bright and everyone looks around, I wonder whose home Qiu Si is.
Being a stranger in a foreign land, I miss my family even more during the festive season. I know from afar that my brothers have climbed to a high place, and there is only one man with red osmanthus planted everywhere.
His Majesty has been feeling this for a long time and ordered the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet to be a reunion banquet. The kings, princesses and ministers of the fourth rank or above in Beijing all attended with their papers and shared the special reunion cakes made by the Tibetan Department, which symbolizes the reunion of people and the moon... It was almost afternoon at this time. At four o'clock, Your Majesty still has some procedures and rituals that need to be done. Whether you want to commend King Teng for his diligence in royal affairs and never slacken off, or you want to reprimand him for being reckless and reckless, we will have to wait until tomorrow to discuss it.
Just because there was one less person planting sweet-scented osmanthus everywhere, and the Mid-Autumn Festival planting sweet-scented osmanthus became a scene, the price of sweet-scented osmanthus in Chang'an more than tripled, which made some people feel a little sick.
Li Shimin: "..."
With Pheasant Nu and Si Zi accompanying me, my little brother's Mid-Autumn Festival must be very lively.
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