Ying Fusu's bedroom, Dazheng Palace.
At Ying Chengyu's request, Ying Fusu invited all the eunuchs and maids.
The grease in the palace lantern made a beeping sound when it was burned by the candle flame.
Ying Chengyu sat on Ying Fusu's bed, crossed his legs, folded his arms and looked at Ying Fusu with a sneer.
Ying Fusu felt uncomfortable being looked at. He straightened his clothes, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, uncle."
"I don't dare to be your uncle." Ying Chengyu said in a very bad tone: "I, Ying Chengyu, am so virtuous and capable that I dare to be your uncle, Ying Fusu, Ying the Great Sage?"
Ying Fusu looked ashamed and said, "Uncle, please don't laugh at Fusu. Fusu is not a saint."
Ying Chengyu jumped over and slapped Ying Fusu on the head: "Do you still know that you are not a saint?"
"If you are not a saint, why do you do what saints do?"
"How hard did I try to leave you in Xianyang? Are you infected with a mad disease?! You have to provoke the emperor!"
Ying Chengyu slapped and slapped him in the face more than ten times in a row.
During this period, Ying Fusu did not dodge or dodge, accepted all the slaps from Ying Chengyu, and listened to all the reprimands from Ying Chengyu.
When Yingcheng Xiang stopped.
Ying Fusu then said apologetically: "Uncle, please don't be angry. If Fusu gets sick due to Fusu's fault, Fusu will die."
Is this the same thing again? Have the courage to admit your mistakes and never change them?
Ying Chengyu had just calmed down a little and his anger started to rise again, "I tell you, don't give me such a dead look! Otherwise, I will go and persuade the emperor to bury 700,000 people for you under the Dazheng Palace immediately!"
"..."
Ying Cheng was shocked by the sight of Ying Fusu, and sat down on the bed covered with fine brocade again, crossing his legs.
"After Gai Nie leaves, tell me everything you and the emperor said and did in Zhangtai Palace."
Only by fully understanding the facts can we solve the problem.
Ying Fusu did not add any exaggeration and told it completely according to the facts.
Ying Chengyu felt a headache after hearing this, and he had the same doubts as Ying Zheng.
"How did you conquer yourself?"
"Self strategy?" Ying Fusu didn't know what Ying Chengqiao was talking about, but he wasn't surprised either.
Ever since Ying Fusu could remember, his uncle always seemed to have some weird words popping out of his mouth.
Ying Chengxuan said patiently: "At the court meeting, you were extremely disappointed with Confucianism. You were so angry that you fainted and fell to the ground. In the blink of an eye, you got into the corner of Confucianism again, but what did someone say to you?"
Let me know who is instigating the eldest nephew, and let the secret guard kill him in the middle of the night!
"No one talked to Fusu." Ying Fusu shook his head, then looked at Ying Chengyu eagerly, and said: "The person who made Fusu change was none other than you, uncle!"
Can this guy hear my voice? You want me to kill myself?
"Guan Naigong is bullshit!"
"Uncle, this kind of slang is indecent, so it's better to say it less often."
"Nai Gong is happy! Don't bring Nai Gong with you because you are bragging! Hurry and tell the truth about what's going on!"
Ying Fusu didn't quite understand the middle sentence of Ying Chengyu, but by combining the two sentences before and after, he still understood the general meaning.
"The teacher's words and deeds are inconsistent, and the Confucianists have to rely on Dr. Fu to speak for Confucius. These Confucian scholars who are well-read in Confucianism are unable to practice Confucius' ideas. Fusu was extremely disappointed, thinking that the benevolent rule mentioned by Confucianism was just a delusion. But Fusu was lying on the bed and suddenly thought of his uncle."
"Although my uncle doesn't read much and doesn't like gifts, the atmosphere in his house is very happy and harmonious. Everyone has a smile on their face and behaves without the fear of other Qin people. They also love my uncle more than they fear him. This is not true. It’s Datong!”
Ying Fusu became more and more excited as he spoke.
"A person like my uncle, who has not read many books, can achieve harmony in his family! As long as my father governs the country with benevolence and grants amnesty to the world, he will surely make the whole Qin country like my uncle's family!"
Ying Chengyu's face grew darker and darker as he listened.
Haven’t read a few books?
In the past life, the Internet was extremely developed and information was so explosive.
I wrote all the knowledge I knew on the bamboo slips. The bamboo slips would not be enough to stack up to five hundred cars, let alone five cars.
Even if you don’t talk about past lives, just talk about this life.
In the Qin State, which is extremely lacking in entertainment methods, all the ancient books in the Qin State have long been exhausted.
You said I haven’t read a few books. Have you asked your father?
"In this case, it's true that my uncle has mistaken you." Ying Cheng said with a smile.
Ying Fusu didn't seem to hear Ying Chengxuan's sarcastic words at all, and said with longing in his eyes: "Although my uncle doesn't like to give gifts, he is a fellow-minded person like me. I ask your uncle to meet with me to persuade my father."
"I told you! Don't take me with you because you're bragging!" Ying Chengyu lifted up Ying Fusu's collar and interrupted harshly.
"Uncle, what is this?"
"Shut up!"
Ying Chengyu interrupted Ying Fusu again and looked into Ying Fusu's eyes.
"You have ideals and want to save the world. There is nothing wrong with that. But the world cannot be fed just by relying on the pie painted by Confucianism. Do you understand?"
"When the Duke of Zhou performs Zhou rites, the world will be prosperous, people will be happy, the harvest will be plentiful, and everything will be in order..."
No, the eldest nephew is familiar with Confucian classics, and Confucianism is logically consistent in this era. I am determined not to convince my eldest nephew who completely believes in Confucianism by relying solely on theory, so I need to find another way.
Ying Chengyu thought for a moment and decided to fight fire with fire. Since you completely trust me, I will completely doubt it. Use magic to defeat magic!
"How do you know? Have you seen it with your own eyes?"
Ying Fusu was startled.
He originally thought he was going to have a debate with Ying Chengyu, just like the debate he had with Ying Zheng in Zhangtai Palace - quoting scriptures, probing the truth, and using evidence to support it.
I never thought I would encounter Ying Chengyu's aggressive questioning.
When my uncle asked this question, was he questioning the authenticity of the ancient times like his father?
"No, but this is recorded in the "History of Zhou"."
"Who wrote "History of Zhou"? How can you be sure that he really wrote "History of Zhou"? Even if he really wrote "History of Zhou", how can you be sure that what he recorded is true history? He can't lie to you? Even if he didn’t lie to you, then he wouldn’t have been deceived by those in power? Could it be that the real history he thought was not the real history?”
Question after question made Ying Fusu's brain overloaded. Ying Fusu said honestly: "Uncle doesn't believe in "History of Zhou", so does he believe in "Bamboo Chronicles" like my father?"
"Who wrote "Bamboo Chronicles"? How can you be sure that he really wrote "Bamboo Chronicles"? Even if he really wrote "Bamboo Chronicles," how can you be sure that he recorded true history? He can't lie You?"
"Even if he didn't lie to you, then he wouldn't have been deceived by those in power? Could it be that the real history he thought was not the real history?"
Ying Chengyu once again asked a barrage of questions, and Ying Fusu was confused by the questions.
My uncle neither believes in the "History of Zhou" nor the "Bamboo Chronicles", so what does he believe in?
"Say, why didn't you say anything?" Ying Chengyu sneered.
Ying Fusu: Uncle, you don’t believe anything, what else should I say?
After holding it in for a long time, Ying Fusu squeezed out a few words: "Uncle is like this, Fusu really can't express it."
"Do you think I'm unreasonable? You don't have anything to say to someone like me?"
That's what Ying Fusu thought in his heart, but he didn't say it or nod - he couldn't be rude to the elders.
"The thinking of various scholars and the teachings of hundreds of schools of thought can be spread throughout the world and deeply rooted in people's hearts. In the final analysis, they are all based on the belief of all living beings. If I doubt everything, then whether it is Confucius or Lord Shang, they What does knowledge mean to me?"
Ying Fusu was still confused. He could understand everything Ying Chengyu said, but he couldn't understand what Ying Chengyu wanted to express behind the scenes.
"Does my uncle want to re-establish a theory by denying the scholars?"
"I not only deny the disciples, I deny everything. Why is the thing that hangs high in the sky during the day called 'sun'? I want to call it 'moon'! Why does the thing that hangs in the starry sky at night be called 'moon'? I want to call it 'sun'!" Is it true? If you say it’s not possible! Then tell me why it’s not possible! In these four extremes and eight deserts, in the universe, is there any truth that cannot be questioned? "
The sun and moon are upside down!
If Ying Chengxuan said it before, it was still within the scope of Ying Fusu's understanding.
When Ying Chengyu said the words "use the sun as the moon and the moon as the sun", Ying Fusu completely understood that his uncle was crazy.
Heaven, earth, sun and moon, ethical principles are constant. This is the iron law rooted in the bottom of everyone's heart in this era.
The first emperor, who was a talented and strategic man, was criticized by his ministers for imprisoning the queen mother as an unfilial act, but he tacitly acknowledged it.
The name of the sun and moon is more important than filial piety and cannot be questioned.
"Uncle, be safe." Ying Fusu helped Ying Chengyu sit on the soft couch, and then shouted loudly: "Come here! Please ask the imperial doctor for orders quickly!"
"Wait!"
Ying Chengyu took Ying Fusu's hand and said meaningfully: "I question the historical records, the scholars, the sun and the moon, and everything. In your eyes, I am suffering from a mad disease. What about you? You think Kong Zhongni As a saint, I believe in Confucianism and have complete trust in it. Do you know that when the moon waxes, it wanes, and when the water is full, it overflows? We have both gone to extremes. What's the difference between you and me?!"
"...What's the difference between me and my uncle?"
Ying Fusu muttered to himself, as if he was struck by lightning.
