The next day!
Ying Ziye was wandering on the street, with two sisters, Lu Zhi and Lu Su, waiting on him.
Jian Jiu, Hou Qing, Ying Gou and others followed.
There is a lot of traffic, there are many merchants and pedestrians coming and going, there are many shops and hawkers selling their goods.
The city of Qufu is bustling with activity.
There were many well-dressed men of letters talking loudly.
"In one day, the literary world will be prosperous!"
"It will be launched in Qingyang Academy."
Four or five people in Confucian robes were chatting and laughing, with faces full of joy and excitement.
"The debate between the three Saint Kings is a great event!"
"Thousands of students have gathered, many famous people, and even people from the Confucius family and great scholars from the Yan family are here to participate."
"At that time, all the Confucian heroes from Qilu will gather here, but if you show yourself well, you might be favored by that great scholar or Confucian and be accepted as a disciple."
"What Xiongtai said is true. It's just a pity that my Confucian way of saintly benevolence is not reused by the empire. It's really sad!"
Yu Renhuai looked regretful and said: "The empire should promote the benevolence of saints, be a saint within and a king outside, and govern the country with benevolence and righteousness."
Liu Qing smiled and nodded, agreeing: "Yes, the empire really wants to suppress Legalism and make more use of Confucianism."
At this time, a young Confucian scholar in his thirties, Chen Zhihui, waved his sleeves and robe, held his hands in front of him, and spoke loudly.
"The holy way is the right way and the first. All the ancient saint kings followed the holy way, valued etiquette, respected the humble, and preached benevolence, righteousness, and filial piety!"
"But the empire attaches great importance to Legalism and the overbearing kingship. It is really an insult to gentleness!"
"If our Confucian family is now powerful, it would be time to march into the court. I heard that the eldest son Fusu has formed an alliance with Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and there are already our Confucian officials in the court."
Xiao He couldn't help but shake his head and sigh.
Nowadays, hundreds of schools of thought coexist. The Legalists make suggestions for the empire and rely on the empire to thrive, but the Confucians are still stuck in their ways and do not know how to reform.
Only a few Confucian disciples relied on Prince Fusu to gain positions in the court, and that was something to be happy about.
“Fun and fun!”
Ying Ziye couldn't help but be amused when he saw this scene, and became interested in the prosperous literary world of Qingyang Academy.
the next day!
Ying Ziye brought people to Qingyang Academy.
Qingyang Academy is located not far from the county government office.
It was established by the Kong family.
Confucian students are here one by one.
He has a gentle appearance and looks like a humble gentleman.
But what he said was pedantic.
There are also some Confucian disciples who are in a better situation and come from Qi, but they are all the same.
The entrance of Qingyang Academy.
A scholar in civilian clothes was blocked at the door and questioned.
"How much money does your family have? How many acres of fertile land do you have? Your father is a famous bachelor, and who are your brothers and uncles?"
"My family background is not good, and my father and brother-in-law Ji are not celebrities, but I am dedicated to learning."
The commoner scholar replied and wanted to go in after saying that.
However, a strong Confucian student stood in front of the door and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, a humble scholar like you is not allowed to enter Qingyang Academy, and you are not allowed to talk and debate!"
bass!
The scholar in civilian clothes drew out his long sword and said in a cold voice: "Why, just because my family is poor, I can't discuss studies? What's the truth!"
"I am also a Confucian student, and I want fair treatment. Although I come from a poor family, I am proud and have great ambitions for the world."
"I also want to show off my talents at Qingyang Academy!"
Seeing this, the sturdy Confucian student hurriedly ducked aside and spoke sarcastically.
"You are so vulgar!"
"Who is causing trouble again?!"
An old Confucian man noticed someone showing off his military skills and walked out immediately.
Seeing the civilian scholar, he listened to the scholar next to him reporting the reasons for the situation.
The old Confucian man snorted with disdain and angrily said: "A poor scholar, just a humble scholar, is actually causing trouble here, get out of here!"
The words fell.
He leaned to the side of the civilian scholar, stretched out his hand and pushed him away several feet.
Bang bang bang!
The civilian scholar couldn't help but stepped back step by step, with an angry look on his face, and said angrily: "You are bullying the weak, and the elders are not ashamed to bully the younger ones?!"
"Ah!"
When the previously burly Confucian student saw the support of his seniors, he immediately smiled and said, "Then you might as well find an elder!"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
All the Confucian disciples burst into laughter and said disdainfully: "Poor commoner!"
Then he entered Qingyang Academy, but the commoner scholar was turned away.
Ying Ziye looked at this scene, but his eyes were moved.
He didn't like Confucianism, but he admired poor scholars.
Because compared to these rotten scholars, the commoner scholars appear to be real and genuine.
Dare to think, dare to want, dare to speak, dare to do!
In the face of power, dare to use your sword!
"Brother!"
Ying Ziye stepped forward to say hello: "May I ask for your honorific title?"
The scholar in civilian clothes was sitting outside the door with a depressed look on his face. When he saw someone coming to say hello, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "I'm a minister!"
"Sir, the debate is about to begin. It's time to pass."
At this time Lu Pheasant came over and said.
"knew!"
Ying Ziye nodded slightly and smiled lightly: "Brother Ren, do you want to go together?"
"not going."
Ren Yichen waved his hand and said angrily: "You will be beaten out. My family is poor, and as a poor man, I don't deserve to go in."
"It doesn't matter!"
Ying Ziye said calmly: "If I take action, they will kneel down to welcome us in, and they will never discriminate against you again."
"oh?!"
Hearing this, Ren Yichen couldn't help but smile and said with great interest: "Okay, let me see your abilities and methods, brother."
"good!"
Ying Ziye pulled up Ren Yichen with one hand and led Lu Pheasant, Lu Su and others towards Qingyang Academy.
"Let's meet the Eighth Young Master!"
As soon as he reached the door, the old Confucian man recognized Ying Ziye and knelt down to salute.
"I'll meet the Eighth Young Master later!"
Seeing this scene, the other Confucian students also knelt down and worshiped.
Ren Yichen was stunned, but he remembered what he had heard before about the eighth son of the empire coming to Qufu.
He couldn't help but ask: "Are you the Eighth Young Master?"
"good!"
Ying Ziye nodded slightly and led Ren Yichen into Qingyang Academy.
In Qingyang Academy.
The seats are arranged neatly, and students from hundreds of schools are sitting there.
But at a glance, they are basically all wearing Confucian robes.
On the high platform, a Confucian student was speaking impassionedly.
"The holy way is based on benevolence, the royal way is based on law, and domineering is based on violence!"
"Although a tyrant is capable of overwhelming the world, and although a king is able to understand the law and strengthen a country, he is still able to conquer others with his strength."
"Conquer the north and the south, invade the land, gain military merits and titles, impose severe punishments, clarify the laws, enforce the power of the world, respect the king and humble the ministers, so that you can annex the world and become a great country."
"However, acting like this can easily lead to a desire for quick gain and cruelty."
All the Confucian scholars in the audience clapped their hands and applauded, and looked excited. They also agreed with this.
The world only needs the benevolence of the saints.
As for being kingly and domineering, go to hell!
"There are no relatives in the world, all human relations are lost, the ancestral temple is in danger of collapse, and etiquette is in danger of collapse."
"When the empire teaches love, makes people loyal, and does not seize the people, then it shows the benevolence of dissoluteness!"
On the high platform, the Confucian scholar spoke passionately and waved his hands.
This is the time.
"fart!"
Ying Ziye came in force with Ren Yichen, Hou Qing and others.
"Who is so arrogant?"
"Dare you speak out to refute?"
"Who is he?"
Some people in the crowd were talking a lot.
All the Confucian students looked at Ying Ziye, wondering who he was.
On the high platform, the man's face turned red.
"Or, to put it in a more polite way, what he just said was all nonsense!"
Ying Ziye spoke again, his expression indifferent.
Treat a group of Confucian scholars as if they were nothing.
"this!"
"How can you say it's nonsense?"
"Brother, what you said is going too far!"
The Confucian scholars were angry, with angry faces on their faces but did not make a sound.
But Ying Ziye didn't care about their anger at all.
What's the use of the anger of a group of ants.
"The benevolent way of respecting saints and the way of despising kings and tyrants are all nonsense!"
Ying Ziye looked disdainfully at the Confucian scholar on the high platform.
He led Ren Yichen up to the high platform and looked down at the people under the high platform.
In an instant, everyone's attention gathered.
"Who are you?!"
On the high platform, Confucian scholar Zhou Anle looked at Ying Ziye angrily and asked sternly: "How dare you say such arrogant words here, you are so vulgar!"
"Yes, who are you?"
Under the high platform, a group of Confucian scholars shouted and asked.
"This is His Highness the Eighth Young Master of the Great Qin Empire!"
At this time, the old Confucian man who had been guarding the door came over and introduced him.
At the same time, he looked at the Confucian students and angrily shouted: "You guys are so disrespectful that you dare to speak rudely and contradict the Eighth Young Master!"
"What?"
All the Confucian scholars were dumbfounded, and Zhou Anle was also stunned, and immediately stopped their activities.
You can't mess with the Eighth Young Master!
at the same time.
Ying Ziye extended his hand to invite Ren Yichen, and said with a faint smile: "If you have anything you want to say, feel free to say it. You don't have to worry about being beaten out by them."
"promise!"
Ren Yichen responded with his hands raised.
"Eight Young Master, let's just talk and debate. If you want to participate, of course you can."
"But this is not something anyone can say."
Zhou Anle looked at Ren Yichen, who was dressed in commoners and looked like a poor man, and said with disdain.
"That's right, he is a poor man in civilian clothes, what qualifications does he have to talk and debate!"
Under the high platform, many Confucian scholars expressed their support.
bass!
Ying Ziye unsheathed his sword.
With a flash of sword light, Zhou Anle's clothes instantly shattered into pieces of cloth, and his clothes were in tatters.
"Eighth Young Master, this is what you are doing!"
Zhou Anle looked panicked and hurriedly covered his body.
"You say what you want, if anyone doesn't let you speak, I will stop him from speaking!"
Ying Ziye said calmly without looking at Zhou Anle.
The words were filled with an icy chill.
Extremely domineering!
