Chapter 96 Aftermath

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Chapter 96 Aftermath

Fang Xiaoru said: "In this case, I have nothing to ask."

After hearing what Fang Xiaoru said, He Xi said: "Mr. Fang, you are a close disciple of Master Song. You are a great scholar in the world and are respected by everyone. But I still want to say a few words. Today's world has an opportunity that has never been seen in a thousand years. More than a hundred years ago, the land of Shenzhou sank in the battle between Yashan and Hai. The Han people were reduced to cattle and horses. Fortunately, Your Majesty raised his arms and raised his arms. In fifteen years, the world was established and the dignity of the Han family was restored to this day. Isn’t it painful to think about it today. Song Confucianism Although there is some truth, its disadvantages are also profound, otherwise the world in the former Song Dynasty would not be like this. Mr. Fang paid great attention to the teachings of the Song Dynasty, and the prince relied heavily on him. He should not try every means to open up a new path for the Ming Dynasty. Now We have always regarded Song Confucianism as our guiding principle. Are we going to repeat the mistakes of the previous Song Dynasty?"

Fang Xiaoru said, "I know what you mean. But the land of Shenzhou is heavy, but the exquisiteness of Song Dynasty learning is evident everywhere. No one can match it under Confucius and Mencius. It can be regarded as a misfortune for the country and a blessing for learning."

He Xi sneered and said: "So what you are talking about is not Confucianism. I won't say anything. After all, it is common sense for a country to be unlucky for poets to flourish. But what is Confucianism? It is the science of governing the world. Even the Doctrine says that a family can govern a country. Peaceful world."

"You can't guard against bandits and bandits from the outside. You can't calm the people internally, you can't bring peace to the world by advancing, and you can't preserve the legacy of your ancestors by retreating. Is this kind of Confucianism really Confucian knowledge?"

Fang Xiaoru was choked suddenly.

There were countless excuses in his heart. For example, when Zhu Xi was in power, the country was uneasy, Zhu Xi's official career was not smooth, and he could not ascend to a high position, so naturally there was no chance to turn the tide. Rather than being incapable. wait wait wait.

But he himself felt pale and weak.

Because Fang Xiaoru couldn't deny what He Xi said, Confucianism is a science of governing the world. This sentence is not wrong at all, it can even be said to be too correct. Precisely because it was correct, Fang Xiaoru didn't know how to refute.

Zhu Xi's interpretation of the meaning of the scriptures is exquisite. He cannot rule the world.

What Zhu Xi learned was so sophisticated that it directly touched people's hearts. He cannot rule the world;

Zhu Xi----, well, he can't rule the world.

In fact, it would be a fool to say that Neo-Confucianism has nothing at all. There is still something in Zhu Xi's Neo-Confucianism, otherwise it would not have been passed down for hundreds of years and it would have been official orthodoxy. But the problem with Neo-Confucianism is that it is easy to escape into the mysterious and mysterious, some kind of understanding.

It has little relevance to practical significance.

This problem was actually different from Fang Xiaoru's before. But being repeatedly emphasized by He Xi today cannot but have a profound impact.

He didn't want to stay here any longer, so he stood up and said, "I'll take my leave."

He Xi stood up quickly and said, "What about the test papers?"

Fang Xiaoru said: "Master He, just find me at a time."

Immediately, he bowed and left here.

As soon as Fang Xiaoru left, Zhang Du, who had been silent all morning, stood up and left as if waking up from a dream. He Xi waited for Zhang Du to leave before he stopped laughing and thought to himself, "Zhang Du was transferred from the Changzhou Prefecture to serve as a doctor in the Coal and Iron Division of the Ministry of Industry. Logically speaking, this is his home field, and I am the one who has to say goodbye."

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Fang Xiaoru returned to the East Palace. The prince is waiting for him.

The prince asked Fang Xiaoru, "What did you say to He Xi?"

Fang Xiaoru did not hide anything from He Xi, but explained He Xi's assumptions in detail.

The prince was originally reading a book while listening, but after a while, he stared blankly at the book in his hand, and did not turn the pages for a long time. After hearing the end, he simply threw the book aside and stood up to pace.

Wait for Fang Xiaoru to finish speaking. The prince asked, "Do you think there is anyone behind He Xi who can help?"

Fang Xiaoru said, "Master He speaks clearly and fluently. I asked several times and he responded fluently. It should be what he thought. Even if there are people involved, they are probably just checking for omissions and filling in the gaps."

"What a good brother I am." The prince murmured.

The meaning of this sentence is difficult to understand. Fang Xiaoru didn't dare to answer. I can only stand with my hands down.

The prince then asked: "What kind of person do you think He Xi is?"

Fang Xiaoru said: "He is a genius who is proficient in hundreds of schools of thought. He has no knowledge or skills. The mountains and valleys in his heart are thousands of miles away. His knowledge is not pure Confucianism, but focuses on the way of righteous kings and hegemons. However, I have to admit that in governing the country, people like He Xi are often needed."

"He's not one to sit in front of a desk for long periods of time."

The prince said: "That's right. My father has no intention of letting him stay in front of the desk for a long time. Do you think He Xi's reform plan has any chance of success?"

Fang Xiaoru was silent for a long time and said: "As long as His Majesty supports it, even if He Xi goes against the grain, it may not be impossible. What's more, He Xi is not a targetless person. I don't know about other things, but the newspaper only lasted more than a month. , Now it has become an indispensable thing for the yamen all over the world. It has even been lost among the people, with a price but no market. The elders in my hometown wrote to me, asking for nothing else but a newspaper. I thought that thousands of years later , If there are any historians of this dynasty, official reports are absolutely indispensable. Perhaps their value is higher than actual records."

The reason why the value is higher than the actual records is because the actual records are not published and are hidden in the palace. When things happen, they can be easily modified. For example, in history, Emperor Chengzu was cruel to Taizu's Records. Overhauled. As for newspapers, at least thousands of copies are printed and distributed all over the world, so it is impossible to modify them.

The most primitive evidence of natural records.

The prince said: "Do you think Gu should help my brother?"

Fang Xiaoru said: "Wherever the Holy Will is, there is Your Highness."

The prince said, "In this case, Mr. Fang is my loyal minister, and the teacher gave me the arm. He is also my junior brother, and he also represents me outside. So, can you help me with this matter of He Xi?" "

After hearing this, Fang Xiaoru was suddenly startled and thought to himself, "Here is the prince's plan."

The conflict between Fang Xiaoru and He Xi is still quite big. Everyone can smell the feeling that they have different paths and do not work together. In fact, if Fang Xiaoru didn't have a heavy responsibility, his choice would not be much different from Song Ne's choice.

But Fang Xiaoru knew very well that there were many things that he couldn't do.

This difference in political vision also led to why Song Ne was just a high-profile Imperial Imperial College minister throughout his life, while Fang Xiaoru finally became Emperor Jianwen's master.

Prince He used other methods to persuade him to live in harmony with He Xi. Fang Xiaoru definitely didn't want to. But the prince turned in a big circle and suddenly turned his carbine back. Fang Xiaoru suddenly didn't know how to deal with it.

If he couldn't agree, wouldn't it mean that he didn't think about the prince, wasn't loyal, or even filial, and didn't consider Song Lian's last wish.

Things have come to this point.

What else could Fang Xiaoru say?

Fang Xiaoru said: "I will naturally put the overall situation first."

The prince said: "Well, from now on, there can't be any articles attacking He Xi in the official newspapers. Even if there are some things that you don't like, Mr. Fang, you can slander him in private, but they can't be published in the newspaper. Another section will be opened for People from the Mingjiantang of the Imperial College will do it. All you need to do is review and approve content that does not appear to be treacherous or treasonous. Everything will be done by them."

The prince has always been a very wise man. He was determined not to act out of bounds. As long as Zhu Yuanzhang nods to most matters, he will not object. The reason why he intervened in this matter today was that he only wanted the right to know.

Now that many things are clear. Then he wouldn't mind helping out again.

Fang Xiaoru said: "I understand."

But Fang Xiaoru felt a little uncomfortable deep in her heart. It is uncomfortable for anyone to be forced to do something they don't want to do. His heart moved and he thought to himself, "Isn't Ding Xian a printing workshop? Isn't he a disciple of He Xi? Then choose him."

Fang Xiaoru was not unaware of the grievances between Ding Xian and He Xi. But at this moment he decided to pretend he didn't know. Let Ding Xian do this thing for no other reason than to make He Xi sick. Ding Xian can be crushed to death at any time under his command, but it is not easy for others to cross the East Palace and crush Ding Xian to death.

He just wanted to stumble He Xi secretly. But he gave Ding Xian, who had fallen into a trough, a rope to reach the sky.