At this moment in Wang Qiong's house, Wang Qiong was still regretting: "That day you drank here first, and then you were still able to get rid of it. Why are you hiding your clumsiness like this? Your Majesty has high hopes, and you shouldn't be imitating it today!"
"...This is just the end of learning, how can we talk about showing off?" Wang Shouren replied helplessly, "I know the situation, how can I show my sharpness? With Jinxi Duke's pragmatism, what is the purpose of today's debate? What is your Majesty's need? It’s just a method, it’s just today’s debate itself. Although we won’t be able to debate at the sutra banquet next time, I don’t know how many more times we have to debate. You can’t fully demonstrate what you have learned the first time, right?”
Wang Qiong was stunned: "Your Majesty, doesn't he value your knowledge?"
Wang Shouren looked at him deeply, and he didn't know whether to say something or not: If the emperor really valued knowledge so much, how could he try every means to keep you, a capable and effective official who is guilty of the crime?
It was used as a tool to retain Yang Tinghe but make him less focused on staring at the emperor.
So how can this be a real intellectual battle? This is just a court battle to prepare for the next step.
However, people in Neo-Confucianism must treat this as an intellectual dispute and devote all their efforts.
He is a target that cannot be ignored.
That's okay, at least it will get noticed by a lot of people anyway.
As for the safety of my target... Fortunately, I should be very strong now, and now I just need to sow the seeds and hold my ground first.
The current king is really talented if he can come up with such a move.
Wang Qiong said that it was not their idea to give the emperor, and the emperor had no urgency at all to twist them into a rope and try to get something done quickly.
Just protect them first and let them perform their duties.
That's what Wang Shouren was thinking, and the Qianqing Palace was very quiet today.
Zhu Houcong looked at the crescent moon in the sky in a daze.
I miss Lao Qin...but Lao Qin may not understand this either.
too professional. I was still thinking about whether I should use their debates to try to understand their academic thoughts and then find ways to refine and improve them.
The results are touching.
Yang Ting and others felt that Zhu Houcong's idea of Wang Shouren's lecture was very powerful, but they didn't know that the emperor was a little autistic and felt that he was still weak.
Otherwise, I don’t know what their expressions would be.
"...it's floating."
"Your Majesty, what's going on?" Huang Jin behind him suddenly stretched out his fat head and looked around cautiously.
Zhu Houcong shook his head. Half a bucket of water wanted to try to reform the ingrained ideas that have been used for many years. Isn't it drifting?
Use the right people, do things first and take your time.
Instead of thinking about changing your thoughts now, it is better to think about how to change your wording and writing style.
What if the minister uses such top-notch and difficult-to-understand words to confuse his face next time? The smart image I managed to build up!
Of course, this situation is likely to occur, so there is more to learn.
No matter how much time it takes to get started and understand what viewpoints they expound with reference to scriptures and what their logic is, this must be done.
It just didn't go as smoothly as I expected.
After being confused by the big guys' knowledge in the imperial academician-level debate competition he planned, Zhu Houcong adjusted his frustration and re-established his direction.
Returning to the palace, Zhu Qingping came up to her slowly and said softly: "Your Majesty, don't worry too much. May I give you a squeeze?"
After the banquet today, the emperor was silent for the first time in many days.
He neither continued to read the memorials nor allowed Yan Song and Liu Long to work or give lectures in the Zhongyuan Hall.
After returning to the palace, I kept flipping through the book, but couldn't read it.
Apart from a trip to Renshou Palace and Weiyang Palace, the emperor did almost nothing else.
After dinner, I didn’t read the book at all, I just dazed or meditated more.
Zhu Qingping felt that it was really difficult to be the emperor, perhaps because of His Majesty's status as a vassal king.
After getting Zhu Houcong's approval, Zhu Qingping stood behind him and began to gently knead his forehead.
Zhu Houcong sat on a convenient soft stool with his eyes closed.
Zhang Zuo took all the reports from the factory guard today, and Yang Yiqing had already entered the city.
Is June a good time to let them all know about the eighteen chairs?
I feel that the time is not mature enough. The impact of the Qian Ning and Jiang Bin cases on the current cabinet ministers and Jiu Qing is not stable yet.
Revealing the matter of those eighteen chairs, what kind of chain reaction would this move cause that we haven’t thought through yet?
Zhu Houcong, who had already thought a lot about it, started to think about it again because of the frustration of "not being able to understand" today.
In Zhu Qingping's eyes, it was that although she was helping him soothe his meridians, the emperor was still frowning and worried.
Zhu Qingping had never heard of anyone whose fifteen-year-old husband didn't like to play. He basically spent all his time on business.
She thought of the lifespans of several generations of emperors before the Ming Dynasty.
So she winked at Huang Jin and asked him to speak to the emperor.
After dinner, when His Majesty was in a daze at the entrance of the palace, they quietly talked about their worries.
Huang Jin thought for a while and said: "Your Majesty, you are more than a month old. You are so worried every day, which is really harmful to your energy. Qingping can also give you a massage, but the slave girl is of no use. .”
It sounds like a competition for favor, but the point is wrong.
Zhu Houcong opened his eyes, looked at him and laughed: "Is it hurting your energy and spirit? What can you do?"
"I just don't know!" Huang Jin curled his lips, looking a little ashamed and aggrieved.
Zhu Qingping's fingers were slowly moving from the center of her eyebrows to her temples. Zhu Houcong felt his condition and said, "I'm afraid there's nothing we can do. Just rest early today."
That's all, Zhu Qingping felt helpless.
Soon after, the curtains on the dragon bed were lowered, and Zhu Qingping took turns keeping watch today.
In the dead of night, she didn't know for a moment whether she was lonelier, or whether the emperor on a certain dragon bed behind her was lonelier.
I heard that today Mr. Yang Ge is still telling His Majesty how to be abstinent. In Zhu Qingping's view, His Majesty had almost no desires and just kept his head down on business.
The royal meal was always very simple, and the palace troupe was never seen.
If it is not appropriate to be in mourning for Emperor Daxing, it has been half a month since he was released from mourning.
Nothing changes.
"Qing Ping? Hold the lamp!"
At some point, she suddenly heard Zhu Houcong's call, his voice full of energy and excitement.
Zhu Qingping hurriedly walked over with a lantern, and then woke up a dozing palace maid to go and light the lamp.
"Your Majesty, do you want to go to the official chamber?"
This word refers to the corner of the toilet, where there is a royal bucket.
"No, light the lamp in Dongnuan Pavilion."
Zhu Qingping listened to the rustling sounds in the curtain. His Majesty was obviously getting dressed.
After a while, the emperor was seen getting dressed and walking out happily, heading straight to Dongnuan Pavilion.
"Help me grind ink." Zhu Houcong first took the key and opened the lock on a cabinet, and then took out the box he brought from Anlu.
Zhu Qingping didn't want to be persuaded. After researching some ink, he went to get some clothes and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting colder at night. What do you want from the imperial kitchen?"
"Just make a cup of tea."
Zhu Qingping saw that he neatly added the clothes and then sat on the throne, concentrating on holding a pen with one hand and turning over the book with the other. She didn't know if he had fallen asleep before.
After making tea, she sat down not far away and waited. Zhu Qingping just looked at the emperor in the center of the bright candlelight.
I'm afraid I'll go directly to Changchao until dawn, right?
The emperor didn't drink more tea, so she guessed that the tea had gone cold, so she silently went to make a new cup.
There were no words, only the sound of her waiting quietly, and the sound of the emperor turning the pages of the book.
There was a sense of peace in the quiet night, and Zhu Qingping gradually turned from worry to relaxation: it could be seen that the worries that had previously worried him were no longer there.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Houcong finally put down his pen, stretched out and stood up.
"Pass some snacks here?" Zhu Qingping stepped forward and asked.
Zhu Houcong looked at her and shook his head with a grin: "Let's talk about it later. Are you sleepy?"
Although there was a point, Zhu Qingping shook her head.
"come over."
Zhu Houcong stood there and waved to her. Zhu Qingping walked to the imperial case in confusion, and saw a slightly teasing smile on the corner of his mouth.
"I want you to do something, spend some time on my behalf."
"It's His Majesty's command."
Zhu Houcong picked up the piece of paper on the table and handed it to her: "I know you are very smart, so you should be able to do it. You should also study the books I will read this year so that you can discuss them with me."
Zhu Qingping was stunned for a moment, looking at the Four Books, Five Classics and Cheng Zhu's Annotations on the paper.
What's the meaning?
"This is a major event and must not be ignored. I was in a dilemma yesterday and couldn't find a way." Zhu Houcong said seriously, "You know that I was still in the palace before, but I didn't learn much. Now that I'm on the throne, I can worry about some things. More. But in terms of knowledge, I can’t let my ministers go too far. I must know what is happening and why.”
"... If your Majesty wants to study knowledge intensively, I remember that Your Majesty once said that I have heard... I am stupid, how can I..." Zhu Qingping was confused and frightened.
What is going on?
Zhu Houcong sighed: "You know, now everyone thinks that I seem to be wise and very intelligent, right?"
Zhu Qingping recalled his mature feeling of being almost obsessed with business and nodded.
"I am the emperor, and the smarter I am in the minds of my ministers, the better. Do you understand?"
Zhu Qingping nodded again, not knowing that the ministers might not necessarily think so, but of course she was on the emperor's side.
"But I am actually very shallow in knowledge. However, in the current plan, I must be profound in knowledge, and I cannot just slowly learn from my subordinates." Zhu Houcong could not explain to him the details.
Want to learn from people like Yang Tinghe? Then we lose the initiative to make some achievements in this area in the future.
Do you really want to learn from Wang Shouren? The people in the science community will collectively jump on the bandwagon.
Looking for someone like Yan Song to learn from? No, how can that compare to the pressure brought by the unfathomable nature?
Thinking from this perspective, even the old ministers of Qiandi are the same.
Pretend to be thorough.
So it would be better to let Zhu Qingping help her go through the most difficult levels. Let her read through it first when she has nothing to do during the day, and then the two of them can discuss it at night.
As for whether this can achieve the purpose of studying Confucian culture of this era to a certain level, Zhu Houcong did things according to his own needs, and naturally had his own learning methods for induction, analysis, and deductive annotation.
They themselves now annotate the classics according to their own needs.
When you are able to reach a certain level, you can naturally "examine" some opinions from various people through fragmentary points and in various forms.
Regardless of whether it's floating or not, you have to give it a try. If this is done, the effect will be very powerful.
Zhu Qingping still didn't understand, but she was very obedient: "I must study with all my heart..."
Zhu Houcong nodded with satisfaction, then reached out and rubbed her head naturally: "Believe in yourself! I'll go and catch up on some sleep."
Zhu Qingping stood there blankly: I'm obviously older, how can I behave like an elder encouraging a child?
She looked down at the number on the paper and felt a little dizzy.
After that, there was one more thing to do during the day, reading. There was one more thing to do at night, study with the emperor?
Why do we have to learn together by ourselves?
She just couldn't figure it out, so she thought about it more and more.
From the official room in the corner of the palace, there was a faint sound of water.
Zhu Qingping glanced over there secretly, and at the same time raised her hand to smooth her messed up hair just now to hide her emotions.
Zhu Houcong, who had just finished draining the water, was in her sight, preparing to catch up on his sleep without any distracting thoughts.
He only has one thought in his mind right now: I want to study this matter of knowledge quietly, and then amaze everyone.
I finally have a top-notch brain, but I can be fooled by others like I’m half-listening to the Bible?
Who is not the top brain in the court now?
In the past, the cases of Qian Ning and Jiang Bin were set up by Yang Tinghe, and later in the banquet debate, the classics were not fully understood.
If this continues, can we really control the endless stream of talented people in Jiajing Dynasty?
Zhu Houcong, who had started like a genius, could no longer tolerate himself showing his weak side in front of any foreign ministers!
(End of chapter)
