"His Majesty……"
"Your Majesty!"
Imperial Palace, East Pavilion.
Song Lian, who was the head of the Ministry of Rites and promoted Confucianism in the main hall at the time, burst into tears and runny nose, and angrily came to the court of Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty and Hongwu Emperor.
"Master Song? What's wrong with you? Why are you so angry?"
Zhu Yuanzhang, the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty, was wearing a dragon robe and was sitting behind the imperial desk reviewing memorials. Seeing Song Lian's appearance, he thought something big had happened.
Having been in power for a long time and having been on the throne for several years, Zhu Yuanzhang's original rough aura has been completely worn away.
Now Zhu Yuanzhang is like a dragon walking and a tiger walking, like a deep mountain standing against a mountain. Although his words are still quite down-to-earth, he can no longer conceal his imperial aura.
"Your Majesty..." Song Lian's teeth chattered in anger.
"Distort the classics and insult the sages!"
"He also uses strong words to make excuses and refuses to change despite repeated admonitions. A child cannot be taught!"
"If this continues, I'm afraid I will, I will..."
"I have failed to fulfill His Majesty's great trust, and I cannot bear the heavy responsibility of teaching the princes."
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry that I'm old. I'm a veteran... I'm a veteran..."
"Resign and return home..."
Old Man Song wept every sentence, as if the sky was about to collapse.
That look of despair made me feel pity for him.
Oh, Zhu Yuanzhang will understand when he says this.
It turns out that it was our sons who acted like monsters again and made the teacher mad.
As the first-class scholar in the Ming Dynasty today, Song Lian was the mentor that Zhu Yuanzhang personally arranged for his sons.
Just for this little thing...
"Mr. Song, it's not that bad. You are just a few yellow-tongued brats, how could they force you to the point where you want to resign and go home?"
"Of our children, there are indeed some naughty ones. But most of them are good."
"Master Song, there is no need to be angry. You, the husband, can't take care of it, but we, the fathers, can take care of it!"
"Tell me, is it the second child or the fourth child who offended the husband? Let's go and vent our anger on the husband!"
With that said, Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and looked like he shared the same hatred as Song Lian.
But in my heart I actually disagreed.
How could a few brats start a quarrel?
This old man just likes to exaggerate.
It's such a big deal, she's like a little daughter-in-law who has lost her virginity.
However, Song Lian, the old man, was a great scholar in the world. At the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, there were still many places where he could be used.
Just for show, give those two brats a good beating to let the old man vent his anger.
"Not the second prince, nor the fourth prince..." Song Lian shook his head, looking like he was beating his chest.
"The treacherous one... is the fifth prince, it's the fifth prince!"
"Lao Wu?" Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned.
"Old man...Old Song, isn't this right?"
Could it be that I heard it wrong?
Among his sons, the second one has always looked like he is not very smart, while the fourth one is just like a monkey.
It's normal for these two brats to make Master angry.
But...Lao Wu?
The fifth child, Zhu Su (sounds the same as "Su". There are too many strokes and I feel dizzy, so I will just call him "Zhu Su" from now on). He was quite naughty when he was a child. But after he got seriously ill five years ago, he became taciturn and stopped playing with other children.
When he was young, Zhu Laosi liked to take his brothers to play with urine and mud. Lao Wu never gets involved.
He always stayed away and looked at his brothers with eyes that cared for mentally retarded children.
On weekdays, he is a bit lazy and likes to lie down in his room. He is also very picky about food, and no matter what he eats, he always doesn't like it.
There are no other big problems.
Such a child could actually make Master Song so angry that he resigned?
"Old Song." Zhu Yuanzhang was confused.
"Lao Wu is usually a nice kid, why do you get so angry with me?"
"Tell us, what did he do?"
"He...he..." Song Lian opened his mouth, looking embarrassed.
"It's an insult to elegance, it's an insult to elegance..."
"Your Majesty, see for yourself!"
As he spoke, he took out a few pieces of paper from his arms.
"Huh? What is this?"
Zhu Yuanzhang took the paper and saw that it was written at the top: The Analects of Confucius is a student of Zhu Su.
"Is this the homework for the fifth child in our family? Well, that's a good word. He is better than his master!" Zhu Yuanzhang praised first. The so-called "study in residence" generally means after-school homework. This piece of paper is the homework that Zhu Su handed over to Song Lian.
Lao Wu, if nothing else, these words are much more elegant and unrestrained than his own father.
As for your handwriting, no one is better than you... Song Lian had to hold back this complaint. Zhu Yuanzhang, the commoner emperor, only started learning calligraphy and reading after he became an adult. His handwriting is really not flattering.
"Your Majesty, the point is content, content!"
"Well, let's take a look..."
"'Isn't it a gentleman if someone doesn't know something but doesn't feel embarrassed?'"
"'Explanation: Some people don't know my name, and I haven't gotten angry yet. This is already a gentleman.'"
"Ah? This..."
When Zhu Yuanzhang read this, he couldn't help but be stunned even though he was used to seeing countless big scenes.
How can the Analects of Confucius of the saint be explained in this way?
Erhu, the bodyguard standing by the side, almost laughed out loud when he heard the fifth prince explaining the Analects of Confucius in this way.
But he didn't laugh after all.
Um. Professional guards will never laugh no matter how funny things are.
"This sentence is quite good. Your Majesty, look at the rest..." Song Lian looked furious.
"Well, 'a gentleman is neither important nor powerful'"
"'Explanation, a gentleman must hit people hard, otherwise he will not be able to establish prestige.'"
"'Those who are not strong enough will give up in the middle way'"
"'Interpretation: Those who are not as powerful as me will have no choice but to be defeated by me on the way.'"
"'The son is silent and has strange power and chaos'"
"'Interpretation: Confucius was too lazy to talk nonsense with others, so he just used his strange power to beat his enemies until they were unconscious.'"
"..."
"puff!"
After all, Erhu couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud.
Under the double glares of Zhu Yuanzhang and Song Lian, he held it back again in great discomfort.
"Are these really written by Lao Wu?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked, shaking his arms around the piece of paper.
"Exactly." Song Lian nodded. "That's not all. I asked the fifth prince why he made such vulgar remarks, but the fifth prince was plausible and asked me how I knew this was not the true meaning of Sage Kong."
"He even derogated Zhu Zi. He said that Zhu Zi was not Confucius, and neither were his five princes. How could Zhu Zi's interpretation be the true meaning of Confucius, but the interpretation written by his fifth prince should be called fallacy?"
"Your Majesty, you are saying that you have insulted our ancestors in this way and yet you don't know how to repent..."
"My lord, it's really...it's really..."
As Song Lian spoke, he began to tremble again. He has been teaching for decades, but has he ever seen such a naughty disciple?
Even if I don’t get angry, it’s all thanks to Saint Kong’s blessing.
"This traitor!" Zhu Yuanzhang gritted his teeth.
How much did we suffer from being uneducated when we were young? There is no way to study.
I found the most knowledgeable scholar in the world as a teacher for you little brat, and you ended up explaining these few sentences of the Analects to us like this?
You actually use strong words to make excuses and disrespect your teachers and saints?
If you are uneducated and have no skills, you are not worthy of being a son of a man!
"Erhu!"
Zhu Yuanzhang shouted at the guards Erhu.
"Go and find us that traitor."
"We need to ask him face to face. He has been in the main hall for so many years."
"What kind of shit did you learn!"
