Thinking like this.
Zhang Liang pushed open the door of Xiaoshengxian Manor.
But what's weirder is.
The Little Saint's Manor was deserted today. Even if there were no guards at the gate, I didn't even see a single person along the way.
It was obvious something big had happened.
Zhang Liang, who had a guilty conscience, thought of ten thousand possibilities.
Could it be that people from Da Qin came to kill him?
"Zhang Liang, you are back."
At this time, Yan Lu stopped him with a smile.
Zhang Liang bowed slightly: "Senior brother, did something big happen at Little Saint Xian Manor? Why didn't you see those students?"
Hearing this, Yan Lu's face gradually became serious: "A big event did happen recently, a big event that can affect the future of Confucianism."
"oh?"
Zhang Liang was surprised. What could affect the future of Confucianism?
"What happened? Is it that serious?"
Yan Lu sighed: "You haven't been in Confucianism recently, I don't know how normal it is."
"The thing is like this. News came from Xianyang that the eldest son Fusu has been thrown into the sky prison by Ying Zheng. He took the charge of assassinating Ying Zheng and at the same time denounced the tyrant Ying Zheng in the court."
"hiss!!!"
Zhang Liang took a breath and his pupils dilated slightly.
He never expected that this eldest son would be so brave.
How dare you denounce Ying Zheng as a tyrant?
Dare you take the charge of assassination?
Although it is true that he planned this incident, this matter cannot be exposed to the light at all.
Seeing the light is almost certain to kill you.
And this eldest son is so stubborn that he dares to admit these crimes.
Is he really not afraid of Ying Zheng going on a killing spree?
Does he really think Ying Zheng is a loving father?
Zhang Liang felt very painful, as if we were waiting on the front line to kill the enemy, why did the young master surrender first?
Even if Fusu doesn't think about himself, he still has to think about their Confucians! !
What does the thunderstorm in Fusu mean?
Ying Zheng is not a fool.
Does Fusu really have the courage to do this?
I'm afraid that the first one to lock in is their Confucian school.
In other words, the initiative is no longer in the hands of Confucianism, but in the hands of Ying Zheng.
I'm afraid that Confucianism will face the thunderous wrath from Ying Zheng.
"We are in big trouble!"
Zhang Liang frowned and wanted to strangle Fusu to death.
Why did they Confucians choose such a thing?
Isn't this a proper pig teammate?
Yan Lu nodded slightly: "So Uncle Master came out of seclusion and called all the disciples of Xiaoshengxian Manor to hold a meeting to discuss a solution. Zhang Liang, you are smart and you will definitely have a way."
Zhang Liang forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, "There must be a road for cars to reach the mountain, and for boats to reach the bridge. There will be a way."
Method.
any solution?
Do you really think Zhang Liang is a wise man?
As the saying goes, if the sky falls, a tall man will hold it up.
The worst possible outcome is to break away from Confucianism.
Anyway, he is not the future head of Little Saint Xian Village.
He is just a third master.
"Third Master, Second Master."
"Third Master, Second Master."
"Third Master, Second Master."
"..."
soon.
Zhang Liang and Yan Lu came to the meeting hall in the backyard.
The place is already crowded with people.
Sitting in the first place was an old man who looked very old. His expression was very serious and dignified.
"Is everyone here?"
Xunzi glanced around.
His eyes stayed on Zhang Liang.
"I have called you here today to support Mr. Su, and also for the future development of Confucianism."
"Master Fusu is the successor chosen by our Confucian family. His safety is naturally implicated in our Confucian family."
"If we sit back and ignore Fusu, perhaps we Confucians will lose our right to speak in the Qin Dynasty."
"I hope everyone comes up with a solution."
Xunzi said expressionlessly.
Fu Nian frowned. As the head of the clan, the safety of Confucianism was his safety. He would not allow Confucianism to go downhill.
"At this point, we Confucians can only sit back and watch what happens. After a while, Ying Zheng's anger subsides, and then let us Confucian officials plead with the eldest son."
"If you plead for the eldest son at this time, it will be like adding fuel to the fire. I'm afraid that Master Fusu's situation will be even more difficult."
Xunzi nodded slightly and looked at where Zhang Liang was: "Zhang Liang, what do you think?"
Do you really think he doesn’t know that Zhang Liang wasn’t the one responsible for these shitty stoves?
It's just that at his age, he is no longer obsessed with power, so under normal circumstances he will not interfere in Confucian affairs.
But now, he can't help but intervene.
Zhang Liang thought for a while, why did Xunzi ask him?
It was obvious that he was dissatisfied with Fu Nian's words.
But he could not disgrace Xunzi, but he also had to take care of his senior brother's mood.
Zhang Liangdao: "Elder brother is right, this is indeed a good solution, but I think we Confucians cannot have too high expectations for Mr. Fusu. Maybe it is time for us Confucians to make separate bets. The eggs cannot be placed In a basket.”
really.
Fusu's performance disappointed them.
They really couldn't understand how Chun Yuyue could teach such a thing. It seemed like he had shit in his head.
If they, the Confucians, insist on supporting Fusu, maybe they, the Confucians, will also be dragged down by this stupid young master.
Zhang Liang's words undoubtedly spoke to their hearts.
Fu Nian frowned, and then had doubts: "As far as I know, there are not many heirs who are valued by Ying Zheng. The eighteenth son Hu Hai is also a disciple of the Legalists, and the fourth son Ying Qin has his own faction, leaving us to choose the prince. Not much, I think the eldest son is very good, if our Confucian family works a little bit, he will come out soon."
Zhang Liang smiled slightly: "Elder brother, I don't know, maybe Gongzi Gao is also a good choice. I have met him a few times. Gongzi Gao is well-known, upright, diligent and studious, and he is also quite accomplished in martial arts. We Confucianism is willing to give Young Master Gao a chance, and it also gives ourselves a chance."
The young master is tall.
The eleventh son of Emperor Qin.
A little-known young man.
He is also an ambitious young man.
Now there is a three-legged situation in the court of Great Qin: Fusu Faction, Ying Qin Faction, and Hu Hai Faction.
And this young master has been quietly developing and strengthening himself under the struggle of their three factions.
Nowadays, there are many supporters, but few people know about it.
After hearing Zhang Liang's words, everyone looked at each other and smiled.
Mr. Gao?
What kind of goods?
They really don't know.
As for his reputation, it was just Zhang Liang's flattering words so that the Confucians would not be so embarrassed.
Although they all knew it, they didn't say it out loud. After all, they really needed to choose a new young master.
It is best to be the kind of young master who has no independent opinions and lets things take their own course. Only in this way can the Confucians use their fists and exert their full force.
Xunzi nodded with satisfaction. Zhang Liang was worthy of being their Confucian think tank, and he fully expressed what he was thinking.
Fu Nian is still too upright in his behavior and does not know how to be flexible.
Anyone with a discerning eye knows that Fusu is finished and has been deceived by their Confucians.
Succession to the throne is far away.
But Fu Nian still wants to keep Fusu alive. Isn't this a joke? Their Confucian school is not a charity hall.
Why should they, the Confucians, support a young master who is of no use to them, a young master who has been deposed.
Xunzi's unchanged face also showed a satisfied smile: "I think Zifang is right. This is a compromise."
"You can't put your eggs in one basket. If the eldest son and the eleventh son join forces, why would they lose?"
"I agree, who is against it?"
As the person with the highest prestige in Confucianism and the person with the highest level of cultivation in Confucianism, Xunzi's words were an imperial edict to them.
Even if someone objects, they dare not speak out.
At most, I just grumble in my heart.
