Hearing the inquiry, Ran Fang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
It's rare that there is someone in this prison who understands the key to the current trouble!
Looking back, Ran Fang discovered that the person asking the question was Mr. Su who had just been imprisoned.
I saw Mr. Su staring at me with blazing eyes, full of expectation.
"Please sir, teach me!"
After saying that, it was a big gift!
Ran Fang raised his head and glanced at Mr. Su, where was he now?
This is Da Qin!
Under the rule of Qin Shihuang, the one emperor throughout the ages!
If he had said something wrong and it had reached the ears of Qin Shihuang, would he still have the possibility to survive under the harsh laws of Qin?
His most important goal now is to save his life!
He still knows that misfortune comes from the mouth, so there are some things he can say and some things he cannot say casually.
"Young Master, I'm serious. I'm just a Confucian scholar. I don't understand anything about the affairs of the court. You asked the wrong person."
Hearing what he said, Mr. Su looked a little anxious.
"This Confucian classic was written by the sages and sages of the past. If it can be preserved, it will be a blessing for Confucianism in the world."
"Please sir, please give me some advice!"
Ran Fang insisted on what he was thinking, shook his head, and said lazily, "Master, don't waste your time talking, I don't understand anything."
Seeing his persistence, Mr. Su suddenly felt blessed, and he made a big salute to Fusu.
He moved forward slightly, knelt down on the ground, waved his hand and saluted Ran Fang, and said, "Sir, don't worry, there are all Confucian scholars in this prison, and we will definitely keep silent what you said."
Seeing that Ran Fang didn't speak, Master Su continued, "To be honest, Master, before I went to prison, I heard that some ministers in the court had given advice and advised Your Majesty to burn books as a warning to others."
"Now that I am waiting in this prison, I can no longer do anything for the Confucian sect. I am just brainstorming in my spare time. If I can really come up with a solution, no outsiders will know about it. What worries, sir? ?”
"It's better to speak freely and say it happily."
Seeing how serious he was, Ran Fang smiled.
In the past few days, he had been listening to the chatter of these Confucian scholars in prison. Suddenly he heard such logical words, and he felt a little interested.
Anyway, I've been feeling depressed in this prison these past few days, so just say a few words to him.
"In that case, I will explain it to you and clear up the confusion in your mind."
After hearing what Ran Fang said, Mr. Su immediately sat up straight and looked at him eagerly, fearing that he would miss any of Ran Fang's movements or words.
Seeing that he was so formal, Ran Fang was still a little unaccustomed to it, so he smiled dumbly, waved his hand and said, "Don't be so nervous, you and I just treat it as a casual chat."
Mr. Su shook his head and said seriously: "It's all right. Sir, please speak."
Seeing that he was still like this, Ran Fang didn't force it. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Only by following the way of heaven can you achieve something."
"If Confucianism wants to develop in the long run and preserve its own classics, the first thing to do is to follow the trend."
"Therefore, if you want to preserve these books and block the mouth of the world, the only way to do it is to cultivate books."
At this point, before Mr. Su could speak, the Confucian scholars standing there spoke first, their tone full of surprise and surprise.
"Repair books?"
"Repair books?"
Mr. Su looked slightly startled. This was the first time he heard this statement. There was some confusion in his eyes. He couldn't wait to ask Ran Fang, "How should I revise this book...?"
Ran Fang raised his eyebrows, looked into Mr. Su's eyes, and said word by word, "Take the essence and discard the dross."
"Ran Fang, Confucian classics were written by Confucian sages, and you actually call them dross. It's a big joke in the world!"
"What you said is absolutely true. Those classics are the work of the sages who worked hard. How can you insult them so easily?!"
At this moment, even Mr. Su's eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation.
"What a bunch of pedantics!"
"I think back then, the sage Meng Ke only knew how to stick to the old skills, but was trapped in the Liang and Song Dynasties for many years. Is this what you call preaching?"
"Everything in this world depends on the word "change". Is it correct to stick to the rules?"
Ran Fang's continuous questions made the Confucian scholar in the prison suddenly quiet down, and his eyes became a little blank.
Mr. Su sat there, looking at Ran Fang with burning eyes, full of admiration. However, seeing that Ran Fang had no intention of talking anymore, he did not ask further questions. When Mr. Su heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up!
I just thought about it silently in my heart, the connotation of Ran Fang's sentence just now, "take the essence and discard the dross".
"this……"
"If the book can be revised again, not only the Confucian classics can be preserved, but also the ministers in the court will not dare to complain."
After praising Ran Fang, Mr. Su couldn't wait to send the news out.
This matter should be communicated as soon as possible, otherwise, changes will occur if it is too late.
When the jailer came to deliver dinner, Mr. Su was eating alone at the table. When no one was paying attention, he put his ear close to the jailer and said a few words.
After making sure that no one in the prison was watching, he started eating as if nothing had happened.
…
Inside Xianyang Palace.
It was already late at night, and scrolls were piled up beside Ying Zheng's desk.
Zhao Gao, who was standing nearby, unfolded a scroll in his hand and placed it respectfully in front of Ying Zheng's desk.
After just one glance, Ying Zheng's brows wrinkled slightly.
"Is it already the twelfth volume of admonitions to burn books?"
Zhao Gao stood nearby, unsure of what Ying Zheng was thinking, but thinking about Fusu who was imprisoned in prison, Zhao Gao couldn't help but have his thoughts slightly moved.
If this incident can make His Majesty have a grudge against Fusu, wouldn't Hu Hai have a chance?
When he thought of this, Zhao Gao bowed and said respectfully, "Your Majesty, Mr. Fu Su is interceding for Confucianism. The courtiers may be worried about the incident of confiscating the books, so they are a little anxious."
Hearing this, Ying Zheng's face darkened.
Regarding Fusu, he originally had high hopes, but in the matter of collecting books, not only did he continue to be confused, but he was also influenced by Confucianism!
I don't think about resolving my worries all day long, but instead add trouble everywhere!
He wanted to see if he could wake up after locking him up this time.
Just as Ying Zheng was deep in thought, a eunuch suddenly came to report outside the palace.
"Your Majesty, Young Master Fusu has a report."
Ying Zheng frowned: "What's the matter with the traitor?"
Zhao Gao, who was standing next to him, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, thinking that this time Fusu had met His Majesty's anger.
The person who came to report knelt on the ground, holding the bamboo slip in his hand above his head, "It concerns the collection of classics by the imperial court. Please take a look at it!"
