"Sir, you are really..." Zhu Biao quickly helped Song Lian to the chair and asked him to sit down. Among the many masters, he respected Song Lian the most, Master Song, who was both virtuous and talented. When he saw that Song Lian was wearing a thin cloth dress and a pair of tattered cloth shoes, he must have walked here step by step on a pair of feet, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Seeing that the Crown Prince was kind and virtuous, Song Lian was also pleased. In the blink of an eye, he saw an awkward look on Zhu Su's face, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly. He cupped his hands and said to Zhu Biao: "Your Highness, I am brave, and I have something to say to the Fifth Highness in private."
"Ah, okay." Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Then, I'll go to the study first and wait for you, sir. Fifth brother, if you ask me, sir, you must not disobey me!" He glared at Zhu Su.
What else can Zhu Su do? He could only nod helplessly. After Zhu Biao left with everyone else, Zhu Su sighed and said to Song Lian: "Mr. Song, my father has given me permission not to study in the main hall."
"You came here unexpectedly, are you trying to catch me back to study?"
Song Lian didn't answer, but looked straight at Zhu Su with a pair of old eyes, which made Zhu Su feel slightly terrified. After a while, he shook his head to himself and sighed: "Your Majesty is the Lord of the Ming Dynasty, and he has a golden tongue. Although I am a mediocre man in the countryside, I also understand the king, his ministers and his son, so how can I dare to disobey him?"
"It's just that I just discovered that Your Highness is gifted by heaven, but I can't teach you properly. I feel regretful and scared at the same time. If Your Highness's talents were wasted and you became Zhongyong of the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't I be my The sinner of the Ming Dynasty?"
Zhu Su rolled his eyes secretly. You are Zhongyong, and your whole family is Zhongyong.
Song Lian still stared at Zhu Su, unable to hide the self-blame and regret in his eyes. "I only blame my mortal eyes for not being able to recognize good talents. At first, His Highness was taciturn, and I just thought he was a shy child. Later, when you made that 'whispering', I was angry with you for being such a fool, so I ignored you and didn't ask you any questions. "
"After you wake up, I have made you abandon me and begged Your Majesty to leave me. Alas, this is all my own fault. I have lost the trust between you and me, master and disciple, and I can't blame anyone else."
Zhu Su didn't expect that he would think so, and was stunned.
"Although Your Highness doesn't want to see me, but no matter what, please listen to my last words." Song Lian raised his old eyes with an extremely solemn expression. "You were born into the royal family. In the future, you will definitely be a shepherd and become the king of a vassal."
"Although it is not as important as His Majesty the Crown Prince, there are still thousands of people who are tied to you."
"Although you look down on Confucianism, you must never give up on benevolence, justice, etiquette, and the righteousness of the family and the country. Ordinary people don't understand these, but they only bring disaster to a village. The feudal kings don't understand these, but they bring disaster to a country. I was born in At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, I saw too many tragedies caused by the selfishness and lack of morality of those in power..."
The old man didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head sadly.
"Sigh. I planned to teach him slowly and gently. With your talents and your friendship with the prince, you may not be able to become a good story like King Wu of Zhou and Gongdan of Zhou. If you can teach a pair of wise kings and wise kings, you can be sure that All the people in the country will be safe and peaceful for a hundred years, and I can die in peace. It’s a pity..."
With tears of regret on his face, he slowly put his hand into his robe, took out a book, and said with a forced smile: "I am old, wandering here and there, but forgetting the real thing. This book, "The Analects of Confucius", has I have gained some brief insights and notes in this life. Although Your Highness does not like Neo-Confucianism, I hope you will not underestimate Confucianism. You must not forget benevolence, justice, etiquette, and trustworthiness."
"If you are willing to read one or two of them in your spare time, it will complete the friendship between you and me as a teacher and student."
Zhu Su nodded and took it, and flipped through it briefly. He saw that the book was full of small regular script. The text was simple and easy to understand, and it did not quote scriptures. It was not as profound as Zhu Zi's annotations. Moreover, most of what he said directly pointed to the original intention of Confucianism, and explained the principles followed by Confucianism in a very simple way. Obviously, this is a textbook specially written by Song Lian for Zhu Su.
You can also see that the ink color of the small regular script is still bright and bright, obviously it was written recently. I really don’t know how Mr. Song, who had to teach in the main hall during the day and was old and dim, had the time and energy to write this thick volume of "Analects of Confucius with Notes".
"The book has been delivered, and it's time for me to go back. Prince Lao has been waiting in the study for a long time, and he also asked His Highness the Fifth Prince to apologize for me." Song Lian said, then stood up and gave a brief salute to Zhu Su.
Zhu Su had previously looked down upon this old man who only knew a few things. Now for some unknown reason, the hand holding the book was trembling.
Not knowing what to say, only two words popped out of my throat: "Sir..."
"Your Highness is willing to call me sir, and I feel relieved." Song Lian smiled, his face no longer had the rigid seriousness when he taught him to read, only a strong sense of loneliness remained.
His lips pursed for a while, as if he was hesitating whether to say another word. After thinking for a while, he finally opened his mouth: "I hope that Your Highness can make a living for the people in the future, and always have great ambitions in your heart, so that you can live up to this gift of talent and learning." .”
After that, he bowed again and walked out the door.
Zhu Su felt like a wake-up call. He was stunned and didn't know what to think. When he realized what he was doing, he hurriedly went out to see him off. The old gentleman had already walked far away, leaving behind only a slightly old but still straight figure like Ru Song.
"Is this...a Confucian?" For some reason, Zhu Su suddenly remembered the Song of Righteousness written by Prime Minister Wen of the Song Dynasty.
[When the time comes, we will see each other, and we will draw pictures one by one. 】
Recalling the records in the history books, Song Lian was summoned by Yuanting several times, but he could not refuse. He didn't enjoy the wealth and glory, but escaped into the remote mountains. In the name of practicing Taoism, he only concentrated on collecting various Chinese classics and writing books.
However, Zhu Yuanzhang called him to teach Zhu Biao how to read, but he came thousands of miles away.
In this life, he may have been using his own methods to fight against the hell-like troubled times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and he was doing his best to cultivate a kind-hearted Zhu Biao so that troubled times would not reappear in the world.
Although he has no great reputation in history, he is willing to pass on this ray of Confucian righteousness to China when China is sinking.
"Why do you have to tell me about such a big responsibility..." Zhu Su opened the book with a wry smile, and felt that every word in the book was written in small regular script. "I just want to be an idle king who eats and waits for death..."
"That's all, if you have time, take a closer look." Seeing that Song Lian's figure was gone, Zhu Su smiled to himself and turned around to enter the prince's residence.
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The next day, in the west courtyard of the Prince's Mansion.
"Fifth brother, fifth brother." The sun had already reached three poles, but Prince Zhu Biao led a group of people and walked in excitedly. "Look, who is here to find you?"
"Eh? Fifth brother?"
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he was startled. On a huge rocking chair, Zhu Su snored repeatedly. A copy of "The Analects of Confucius" was placed over his face, just to protect him from the sun.
"What a lazy boy, he's still sleeping soundly at what time. The Analects of Confucius is a sage's words, but it's so bad." Zhu Biao laughed and cursed, putting the book aside.
"Well...well..." Suddenly his eyes lit up, and Zhu Su reluctantly woke up. In fact, when he got up in the morning, he wanted to imitate those diligent students and do some morning reading. Unexpectedly, this "Analects of Confucius" is also very hypnotic. After reading only two lines, my eyelids became heavy.
He obviously just got enough sleep...
"Why don't you get up quickly. Look who this is?" Zhu Biao said with a smile.
Zhu Su rubbed his misty eyes and saw behind Zhu Biao, a tall and handsome young man, looking at him fondly.
"Ah! Brother Muying!" Zhu Su said in surprise.
