An Qing shook his head and replied: "Jingyun only told me, not even my parents knew about it."
Han Du immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that his sister also knew that this matter was very important and could not be told to anyone. As for why she told An Qing, Han Du guessed that it was simply because she was too worried about Zhu Biao's condition and wanted to ask An Qing for help.
Just try your best.
Han Du shook his head if he really cared. If his sister doesn't ask An Qing for help, won't he try his best?
Seeing that An Qing was also full of concern, Han Du smiled and said: "There is no big problem. His Highness the Crown Prince's hysteria has been cured now. Maybe he will be fine soon."
"That's good, that's good." An Qing breathed a sigh of relief. An Qing might still have a little doubt about other people's words, but she knew that Han Du had never lied to her, let alone lied to him. Naturally,
I just believed what Han Du said. .??.??
The next day, Han Du came to the East Palace to greet Zhu Biao.
"I pay my respects to His Highness the Crown Prince. How is Your Highness today?"
When Zhu Biao saw Han Du coming, he laughed happily and said, "Okay, I know that my father can pardon those people. You also spoke for me in front of my father. I will remember your feelings."
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"This is the emperor's wish, I can't say anything." Han Du waved his hands repeatedly, rejecting Zhu Biao's words. It is not a good thing to let Zhu Biao fall in love. Besides, if this matter reaches Lao Zhu's ears, it will be more serious than Zhu Biao's.
He won't be happy either.
Seeing that Zhu Biao wanted to say something else, Han Du simply spoke first and asked: "Your Highness, there are some things that I couldn't ask yesterday. I don't know whether I should say it or not?"
Zhu Biao was very happy and said casually: "But it doesn't matter."
In this case, Han Du was not polite. He asked preparedly: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is always kind, and I know that. But this time, I really don't understand."
"Oh? Do you have any questions?" Zhu Biao looked happy to answer Han Du's questions, eagerly waiting for Han Du's questions.
Han Du lowered his head and pondered for a while, then raised his eyes and said, "Although the doctors whom Your Highness asked the Emperor to pardon were not involved in the murder of Your Highness, I don't believe it if they are completely unaware."
"Since they knew about such an important matter and did not report it, there is no problem even if they are accomplices. And if they are not killed, it will definitely damage the majesty of the emperor, and there will be a greater possibility of traitors appearing in the hospital in the future. Your Highness, this is
A moment of kindness can put the entire palace in danger."
Not killing everyone means that the cost of murdering the emperor is low, which will make more people follow suit.
Zhu Biao fell silent immediately after hearing this, and then continued intermittently after a while.
He said: "This guy didn't think that much at the time. He just felt that killing hundreds of people at once was too cruel."
Han Du smiled helplessly and said earnestly: "Your Highness, you know, this is kind to others, but your Highness is cruel to the people in the entire palace, including the Emperor and the Queen, as well as Your Highness himself and all the princes. From now on, you will be in a worse situation.
In great danger?"
Hearing Han Du's words, involving his father and mother, Zhu Biao suddenly panicked and muttered to himself: "Is it true that benevolence is also wrong? Is it true that what the saints advocate is also wrong?"
Han Du sat down, approached Zhu Biao and said, "Can't saints make mistakes? Besides, saints don't advocate benevolence blindly. What about righteousness, Tao, and virtue? Isn't it too biased for Your Highness to advocate benevolence blindly?
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Zhu Biao was speechless when Han Du questioned him.
Han Du continued: "Besides, the so-called words of saints are just self-proclaimed words by scholars in order to improve their own status. They are no different from the king's wife who sells melons."
This sentence was too vicious, which made Zhu Biao, who always regarded the words of saints as his guide, very disgusted.
"What do you mean by this?"
Han Du shook his head indifferently and said, "Does Your Highness know how I view the words of saints?"
Zhu Biao narrowed his eyes and stared at Han Du.
Han Du straightened his body, leaned back, and said: "The people can learn the words of the sage, the scholars can learn it, the civil and military ministers can learn it, but the emperor cannot learn it!"
The emperor cannot learn!
When the five words fell into Zhu Biao's ears, they were like five thunderbolts, shaking his heart.
"Why, why?"
"Ha!" Han Du sneered and spread his hands, "Isn't this simple enough? If the teachings of saints are suitable for emperors, then why didn't saints directly become emperors in the first place?"
Zhu Biao heard this very harshly, frowned and retorted: "A saint is indifferent to fame and fortune, so he naturally disdains becoming an emperor."
"Indifferent to fame and fortune?" The irony in Han Du's tone was even greater, as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world. With Kukuku's uncontrollable laughter, he asked: "Since he is indifferent to fame and fortune, then why didn't the saint just do it in the first place?
Why stay in Qufu? Why do you want to travel thousands of miles and travel around the world? Moreover, since you are indifferent to fame and fortune, why do saints
Why do you have to agree to serve as an official more than once?"
Zhu Biao opened his mouth, but in the end he couldn't say anything to refute.
When Han Du saw that the fire was almost done, he smiled and took out an Analects of Confucius from his arms and said: "Take this Analects for example. It was not originally a book compiled by a saint. In later generations, it has been used by countless people.
, how many private goods have been added into it. Many of them are not the original intention of the saint, and are even completely opposite to the saint's intention."
"Let's take this sentence as an example. The people can use it but not know it. How does Your Highness think it should be understood?"
Zhu Biao looked at the words pointed out by Han Du, and the scene where Song Lian taught him immediately appeared in his mind, and he said truthfully: "People can be taught by it, but they cannot be made to know it. The teacher has taught orphans before, and he has given special instructions to orphans."
I have explained this sentence before. The meaning is that the people can drive them, but they cannot be allowed to know why the court wants to drive them."
As expected, Han Du narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly.
Then he looked up and searched, and actually found pen and ink. Taking the pen, Han Du lightly clicked on this sentence twice. Suddenly it became, "If the people can, let them do it; if they can't, let them do it."
Know it.”
"Your Highness, please look again."
Zhu Biao just glanced at the Analects modified by Chao Handu, and his whole face suddenly froze. He couldn't help but murmured to himself: "If the people can do it, let them do it; if they can't, let the people who know it can do it, let them do it."
"It's impossible, let's know it"
Han Du was not in a hurry and drank tea in his spare time, waiting for Zhu Biao to come to his senses.
After a while, Zhu Biao looked at Han Du with burning eyes and asked in a solemn tone: "How is this possible? It's obviously the same sentence, why are the interpretations completely opposite?"
Han Du did not answer Zhu Biao's question. Instead, he put down his tea cup and asked with a smile: "Everyone in the world thinks that saints love the world. So from your highness's point of view, which of these two interpretations is the original meaning of saints?"
Zhu Biao only hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said: "Of course it is, the people can do it, let them do it; if it can't, let them know it."
"Since this is the original intention of the saint, why have Confucian scholars since ancient times misinterpreted the meaning of the saint? Is it true that no Confucian scholar has understood the meaning of the saint for thousands of years?" Han Du continued to ask.
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This is completely impossible. Zhu Biao took a deep breath. How could there be so many capable men and heroes from ancient times who could even misunderstand this small explanation? And this mistake lasted for so many years, and no one raised any questions during this period.
"Why are they doing this?"
Facing Zhu Biao's question, Han Du smiled, took a sip of tea, and sighed: "Because this explanation can best reflect their value, improve their status, and is most beneficial to them."
"Is it just because of this reason?" Zhu Biao's tone was solemn, with a hint of sadness.
Han Du sighed: "Isn't this enough? The bustle of the world is for profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. The Confucian scholars who studied hard for ten years did not come to save the world and save the people. They must first do it for themselves.
As for saving the world and saving the people, it is just incidental."
Zhu Biao couldn't find a reason to refute Han Du's words, and in the end he just sighed and shook his head, "For so many years, Gu Jianguo thought he was as capable as his father. Unexpectedly, in the end, Gu didn't even know how to be an emperor."
Han Du saw that Zhu Biao looked a little depressed, fearing that he would fall into self-denial again, so he quickly shook his head and said: "Your Highness has said too much. Your Highness has been carefully taught by the Emperor since he was a child. You must know that when it comes to the study of emperors, no one in the world can compare with him."
Your Majesty. It’s just that in the past, Your Highness took the learning of saints too seriously, and therefore ignored the learning of emperors that the Emperor taught His Highness.”
"Since His Highness has now woken up, as long as he distinguishes priorities, His Highness will definitely become a wise king."
Zhu Biao felt like he was enlightened, and his whole body was filled with excitement. Yes, it's not that he has never learned the knowledge of emperors. His father taught him since he was a child, isn't it? It's just that he didn't pay attention before.
Now being reminded by Han Du, Zhu Biao was only grateful for his father's earnest teachings to him in the past, and all of them flashed in his mind instantly.
In just a few breaths, Zhu Biao's energy and spirit completed the transformation in an instant. He burst into laughter and said, "Listening to your words is better than ten years of reading. The ancients never bullied me! Han Du, I want to thank you very much!"
After saying that, he stood up and saluted Han Du.
Han Du was so frightened that he quickly ran away. How could he dare to receive such a gift from Zhu Biao? "Your Highness, you can't do this!"
Han Jingyun happened to come in at this time, and when he saw such a scene, his eyes froze and he stopped moving.
After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly went in to help Zhu Biao up and said with a smile: "How could His Highness give such a big gift to the eldest brother? Wouldn't that be a violation of the rules?"
Zhu Biao became embarrassed, scratched his head, laughed a few times, and revealed the matter.
Indeed, if he pays homage to Han Du as his master, how should Han Jingyun handle himself? Even Han Du would find it difficult to end the situation. In this case, Zhu Biao no longer persists.