Zhu Xiuniang left Xuanfusi in despair. After returning home, she plunged into the small study and read until the sky was getting late and the bright moon was hanging high.
Zhu Que didn't know what happened. He came to ask several times, and Zhu Xiuniang said that she was studying knowledge. Zhu Que felt a little relieved. As long as the King of Qin didn't take advantage of her, everything else didn't matter.
Zhu Xiuniang read at night by candlelight, but her brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and her mind became more and more confused. She couldn't understand what Zhao Tong said, but she couldn't refute it. She couldn't find the answer in the book at this moment.
What Zhao Tong said before was obviously not just a lie. Judging from the way he was confident and talking eloquently, he even mentioned the word "programme" which she had never heard of before. She must have had a school of thought in his heart.
But any theory in the world must have a source, a foundation, and the guidance of the sages. Which school did Zhao Tu learn from? Which theory is it an extension of? Which one is guided by?
It can't be Confucianism, Zhu Xiuniang was sure, but then she couldn't help but hesitate. After all, the other party was a prince of the royal family, how could he not extend Confucianism?
She frowned carefully, sitting behind the case and thinking slightly. After a long silence, she stood up and pulled out a handwritten copy of Han Feizi from the corner of the bookshelf.
Although this book is hand-copied, it is very new. It can be seen that it has hardly been read. It is just placed under many Confucian books just to make up for it.
Zhu Xiuniang opened it absentmindedly, and when she saw the Xianxue article, the words inside attracted her.
The most outstanding learning in the world is neither Confucianism nor Mohism!
Mo Xue, Mo Shuo?
This theory, which is most opposed to Confucianism, has gradually disappeared since the Han Dynasty and has no inheritance.
Although there are still some ink-shuo books published, they are not complete and many are lost. Most of them were ordered from booksellers at high prices by some collections of scriptures, just for collection, and there is no market for them.
However, Zhu Xiuniang is well-read and has read a few volumes before, but she really doesn't like the various explanations in it, so she doesn't even include them in the collection. There are no books like Mozi and Sui Chaozi in the study.
But because she has read it, she knows that the Mohist doctrine advocates universal love, non-aggression, respecting the virtuous, respecting the same, heaven's will, non-fate, non-joy, moderation, etc.
These doctrines were so different from Confucianism, and even completely opposite, that she felt they were all heretical!
Universal love is the biggest difference. Confucianism says there are degrees of love, but Mohism says there is no difference in love.
The Mohist love does not distinguish between thick and thin, closeness or distance. It cares for others as much as it cares for itself. It is not restricted by class status or famous family. It is love among equals.
But how can people be equal?
When Zhu Xiuniang thought about Fei Ming again, she suddenly realized that Mohism's Fei Ming was specifically proposed for the Confucian Mandate of Heaven, and this Fei Ming did not agree that everything was ordained by Heaven, and believed that man can defeat Heaven and everything depends on man!
She let out a long breath, her heart suddenly relaxed, and she finally found the source of Zhao Tong's words. This King of Qin actually followed the Mohist way.
Zhao Tong said that man can conquer heaven and the people have their own destiny. Isn’t this the Mohist theory of unfate!
At that time, she only considered this statement from Confucianism, but she never expected that this statement actually came from Mohism.
Zhu Xiuniang couldn't understand these Mohist teachings, such as equal love, man's victory over nature, and everything depends on man-made things. She didn't believe in or recognize these.
She was born into a wealthy family, dressed in fine clothes, and was accustomed to luxury and extravagance. In her eyes, those merchants and farmers, and the people in the market were two different worlds. How could they be equal? How can we love both? And isn’t all this destiny?
She had just seen Han Feizi. Although she had a quick glance, she still remembered a few articles. At this moment, she was thinking that as a royal family, King Qin was full of sex and entertainment every day, but now he was talking about Mohism. Couldn't he use his spear to attack the other? shield?
The punishment is not as good as that of the scholar-officials, and the prince breaks the law and is not guilty of the same crime as the common people. What is said about universal love and equality, man will conquer heaven!
Zhu Xiuniang had some concerns in her mind.
Early the next morning, she took the car to Xuanfu Division again, but this time she arrived uninvited. When she left yesterday, Zhao Tong did not ask her to come today.
In the study, no one asked about etiquette and superiority. He just asked someone to sit down and drink tea when they were given. Then he said under Zhao Tong's doubtful eyes: "His Royal Highness, King Qin, can you trust Mo?"
Zhao Tong was stunned, what did Mo say? It took him a few breaths to realize that it was the Mohist theory. He immediately understood the reason. There were some things in the Mohist school that were similar to what he said yesterday, but they were not the same thing. Unexpectedly, Zhu Xiuniang went back to check seriously. He shook his head and said : "I heard that Mohist knowledge is good, but I have rarely dabbled in it. I don't believe it or not, and I am not interested."
Zhu Xiuniang was a little confused when she heard this. She was not interested and rarely dabbled in it? Did you guess wrong?
Seeing Zhu Xiuniang's calm and pure expression turn into astonishment, Zhao Tao stood up and walked out of the case with his hands behind his back, saying: "I don't believe any of Hengqu's four sentences, why do you still believe in universal love without aggression! Xiuniang, you are overthinking."
Zhu Xiuniang immediately became embarrassed. Although Zhao Tong's expression was dull, she could clearly see the contempt and ridicule underneath that dullness.
Is this a secret mockery of her lack of knowledge? Zhu Xiuniang was silent for a moment. Until now, she still didn't understand why Zhao Tan wanted to see her. It wasn't for beauty or academics. Was it just to laugh at her, the so-called most talented woman in Shezhou?
Zhu Xiuniang calmed down. She felt that King Qin was very strange and his every move was unreasonable. She asked tentatively: "What does the prince have to say?"
Zhao Tao looked at him, pondered for a moment, and then said: "There is no good or disgusting body, there are good and evil actions, knowing good and evil is conscience, doing good and eliminating evil is observing things."
This... isn't this still Confucianism? !
Zhu Xiuniang froze, as if it was yesterday, and stayed on the spot again...
A dozen miles south of Jiangning City, there is a winding path beside the official road, leading to the distant village.
At the end of this small road, facing the official road, there are several grass and wood houses. There is a pergola in front of the house and a few old wooden tables with heavy batter on them. It is unknown how old they are.
There were large porcelain bowls placed on each table. The bowls were shabby, many of them had nails lodged in them, and they were extremely shabby.
There is an earthen stove on one side, with a big pot on it, "Gudu, Gudu", which is boiling water. Behind it is a small square table with messy jars lined up. They are greasy and dirty. I don't know what is in them.
There was a wooden pole erected outside the shed, and a tattered flag was picked out, with a crooked word "tea" written on it with black charcoal.
This is a tea shop, which specializes in business for people traveling on official roads. However, it is too close to Jiangning. People leaving the city will hardly patronize it. Unless those entering the city are too tired and thirsty, they can just grit their teeth and go there after more than ten miles. Spend money on tea.
Therefore, the business of the tea shop is not good. Currently, Jiangning has closed the city, and no one comes and goes. Everyone in the countryside knows that there is going to be a war, even if there are no people who come to make jokes on weekdays.
At this moment, a thin, withered man walked out of the earthen house behind the tea shop. He was wearing a dark black slant-breasted coat and a green leather gauze cap. His face was as thin as burnt wood, his eyes were like green beans, and he had two rat whiskers. Carrying a wine jar with one hand and grabbing a handful of unknown beans with the other, he hummed a little tune and came to the table to sit down.
He opened the mud seal and saw that it was an old-fashioned roast. There was no need to sift the wine, so he ate the beans and sang while eating:
Grandpa was born in the mountains and fields,
There is no money and no land.
Ever since I followed the second king,
The sky is wide and the heart is broad.
Although he was singing, his eyes were always staring at the official road. Even his ears seemed to be trembling slightly, listening to the movement around him.
In the blink of an eye, after drinking most of the wine, the man's face turned rosy, his two rows of rat whiskers were trembling, and he continued to sing proudly:
The bones are soft and the body is strong, the eyebrows are thick and the eyes are bright.
He looks like a stranger and walks like a flying fairy.
The night silence passes through the wall and hangs deeper around the house.
I am a master of stealing camps. My name is Shiqian.
After he finished singing, he raised the jar to his mouth, poured the rest of the wine soup into his stomach with a "gulp", then burped, and threw the jar far away with a crisp "pop" sound. Really free and easy.
Then, just as he was about to lie down on the bench and take a nap, he suddenly jumped up, as if he were a flea on the drum, as light as nothing, and his legs and feet were like springs.
After he jumped up, he put one hand over his ear and listened to the official road. Then his face changed, his eyes rolled, and he went to check under the flagpole outside the shop.
The flagpole was painted with a strange pattern using some unknown white paint. It was very conspicuous and could be seen from a distance on the gray-brown wooden pole.
This lean man was none other than Shi Qian, who was sent to the city by Zhao Yan. After reading the flagpole pattern, he checked a few places nearby, then put a dirty and torn rag on his shoulder, and grabbed the broom. Start sweeping the floor.
Just a dozen breaths later, the sound of horse hooves vibrating came from the official road, and in the blink of an eye, they were approaching, and there turned out to be a team of a thousand people.
There were two big flags in front of the team. One flag was embroidered with the word "holy" for Dou Da, and the other flag was embroidered with the word "square".
Shi Qian took a broom and looked at the team. The team also saw the tea shop, and saw a helmeted and armored warrior in front of them shouting "stop", and the team slowly stopped.
The general looked young, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a face like a silver basin, and a straight back. He looked up and down at the tea stall on the roadside, and finally his eyes fell on the flagpole. His eyes were fixed on the sign above, and his expression was stagnant.
The person next to him also saw the sign, his face changed drastically, he rubbed his eyes, looked carefully to confirm it was correct, and then exclaimed in a low voice: "General Shi, this, this..."
The young warrior's expression was extremely solemn and he said: "Yes, it's the Light Beacon!"
The person next to me said: "General Shi, how come there is a bright sign here?"
The young general shook his head: "I don't know either, but except for the marshal and the envoy who have been in the army, the other two light envoys are outside. Even when the incident happened, they did not go back to help the source. I don't know who is here. But who is it?"
The person next to him said: "I have never met the right envoy and the former envoy's subordinates, especially the right envoy. I have only heard of his name and don't even know his martial arts!"
The young general glanced at him and nodded: "I only know the name of the right envoy, I have never met him. He is different from the other envoys. Although he is a member of our Central Plains Holy Cult, he is a Uighur saint." One lineage.”
Among the four great envoys of light in the Ming Sect, the left one is the most respected. Fang Qi Buddha is the left envoy of light, followed by the right envoy of light, and then the front envoy of light. This front envoy is not in the sect all the year round and contacts the heroes of the world outside. As for the rear envoy of light Contrary to his predecessor, he never left the religion and always followed the leader Fang La. He was Fang La's shadow.
The person next to him nodded and said: "This subordinate knows that there is also the Blue Scale Dragon King who is also a saint. However, the Blue Scale Dragon King has been to the main altar and my subordinates have seen it."
The young general pondered for a moment and said: "Whether you are the right envoy or the former envoy, there must be a reason for appearing here. It may be that he knew that the Holy Army wanted to attack Jiangning and had something to tell the marshal before leaving the mark. I will go and see him later." .”
The people next to him immediately said yes, and the young general jumped off his horse, led a dozen of his men, and walked towards the tea shop.
Shi Qian looked at them at this time and saw that they were not far away, so he shouted loudly: "The sun and moon are infinite, but because of the light, how happy is life and how miserable is death!"
The young warrior paused and replied: "Punishing evil and promoting good, only because of the light, there is no joy in life, no suffering in death. I would like to ask this brother, who is the messenger who left the mark here?" "
Shi Qian took a step forward, made a greeting to the Mingjiao, and then said: "The sun and the moon are bright, God bless your right envoy. It is the chief teacher, General Shi, who is here. I am so polite."
Shi Bao said: "It turns out that Your Majesty is here. I wonder if he is in the room at this moment? I'll go and pay him a visit!"
Shi Qian shook his head and said: "The right envoy is not here, but he left two letters, one for the vanguard of the holy army, and the other for the left envoy, Marshal Seven Buddhas."
When Shi Bao heard that the Right Envoy was not here, he had a puzzled look on his face. After all, they only saw Guangming Biao coming, and Shi Qian simply made an incision in the sect. If Li Fei, the Right Envoy of Guangming, was here, then they would meet He knew it was true or false, but now that the man said that his rightful envoy was not here, doubts arose in his heart.
Shi Qian had been walking around the rivers and lakes for a long time, observing people's words, and had already seen what Shi Bao was thinking. He calmly took out a letter from his arms and handed it over: "General Shi, this letter is from the right envoy to the vanguard of the Holy Army." Official."
Shi Bao opened the letter and read it. The first thing that caught his eye was the rectangular mark at the bottom. This mark was covered with cinnabar, with complex patterns and densely packed small characters.
Seeing this mark, Shi Bao immediately breathed a sigh of relief. This mark was sealed with the Order of Light. There are only four Orders of Light in the whole sect, and only the four major ones have it. As for the leader's token, it is the Order of Holy Light. .
The Order of Light is not only the identity token of the Light Messenger, it can also be used as a seal to sign some letters and verify the identity.
The Yunlu characters on the Guangming Order are extremely complicated, and there are Persian characters on them, which are extremely difficult to forge. Coupled with the slogans of the sect, as long as you can see the mark, it is authentic.
Shi Bao read the letter carefully at this moment, his face changing from time to time. After reading it, he nodded to Shi Qian and said: "Good brother, it is indeed written by the Right Envoy."
Shi Qian smiled and said: "General Shi, then this letter from the right envoy to Marshal Fang..."
Shi Bao said: "Brother, please wait here. I will send someone to the rear immediately to report the message. This matter is important. It would be better for me to hand the letter to the marshal in person!"
Shi Qian said "yes" and said, "Then please invite General Shi to come in for tea and wait together."
Shi Bao said: "That's very good!" After saying that, he sent someone to deliver the message to the Seven Buddhas of the Central Army in the rear, and then went to sit down in the tea shed.
(End of chapter)
