Chapter One Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty Four: The Order
"Husband, what is a scholar?" An Qing looked confused.
Han Du took a sip of tea and explained calmly, "This thing has not appeared yet, or it has not been realized by anyone yet."
An Qing did not interrupt and listened quietly to Han Du's words.
"In your opinion, does the emperor have great power?"
"Of course." An Qing nodded without hesitation. She was born in the royal family, so she subconsciously believed that the imperial power was the greatest.
Han Du smiled slightly and did not refute, but continued to ask, "Since the emperor has the greatest power, do you think the emperor can do whatever he wants?"
"This" An Qing hesitated immediately. According to reasoning, this is indeed the case, but the reality is not like this at all. ??
Anqing is not so confused that he is so blindly arrogant that he cannot even see reality.
When Han Du saw her expression, he immediately understood that she had noticed the reality.
He chuckled and continued, "Obviously you also understand that even the emperor cannot do whatever he wants, unless he is like Emperor Taizu Gao."
"My husband wants to say that officials can check and balance the emperor?" An Qing also thought of this.
But that was not what Han Du meant. He shook his head and explained, "Officials are just superficial things. On the surface, officials restrict imperial power through Confucian etiquette. But we all know that Confucianism is completely bowing to imperial power, so it is obviously not this."
.What I want to say is the essence of this matter. Essentially, what checks and balances imperial power is actually a mainstream cultural thought."
An Qing nodded repeatedly after hearing this. She used to think that Confucian etiquette restricted imperial power. But in fact, from the beginning of its birth, Confucianism was entirely for the purpose of serving the imperial power, so how could it restrict the imperial power?
There must be something deeper in this.
She couldn't understand this, but her husband obviously understood. An Qing quickly sat upright and looked at Han Du with a look of listening attentively.
"What is intellectual thought?"
Han Du smiled softly and explained, "It is a common will formed by countless people investing in a kind of knowledge, recognizing it, and then forming a common will. It is like Confucianism. Do you think that the current Confucianism is still proposed by Confucius two thousand years ago?
Confucianism? Confucianism at that time and what it is now are completely different things."
"But for thousands of years, countless heroes have devoted themselves to it, and it has developed step by step until now, which has become the consensus of almost everyone."
An Qing felt a sudden realization. He looked at Han Du with a pair of beautiful eyes and said directly, "What your husband said is because of the appearance of the academy, right?"
"Hahaha" Han Du laughed happily and said, "You are right. Without the emergence of academies, the world would still be Confucian."
The world. But after so many years of continuous development, the academy has been able to compete with them."
"As long as one day the academy can completely replace the Imperial College, and mathematics, physics and chemistry can completely replace Confucianism and completely occupy the mainstream of learning, then what do you think the emperor can do to me, the founder of the academy?"
"When the time comes, even if the emperor wants to do something to me, I'm afraid no one in the world will agree."
"Is this what you call a scholar?" An Qing's eyes widened, and then he understood why her husband said that a scholar is scary.
Horrible, really terrible!
If this is really possible, then it is not a question of what the emperor wants to do to his husband. I am afraid that when the husband points at the emperor's nose and scolds him, he will only be able to bow his head and accept it obediently.
"How can this be done?" An Qing was moved. If it could really be done, then she would no longer have to worry about the future of the Zhenguo Palace.
Han Du glanced at An Qing meaningfully, smiled dryly and said hesitantly, "Although it is difficult to do this, it is not impossible."
"What can we do?" An Qing asked eagerly.
Han Du looked into An Qing's expectant eyes and softly uttered two words, "Spend money!"
"Hua Hua Hua?" An Qing couldn't believe her ears.
It's not because she's reluctant to spend money, but because she thinks it's too frivolous to have such a sacred and solemn thing to do with money.
"It will cost a lot of money!" Han Du nodded affirmatively.
"This money comes from the Zhenguo Government!" An Qing waved his hand proudly.
Han Du was a little surprised. An Qing made a decision before he even said how much it would cost?
This amount is not small. Since An Qing didn't ask, Han Du couldn't tell her directly, lest she regret it.
The professional topic said: "So, now you know, right? If Fu Li really marries a prince's daughter according to your ideas, I'm afraid the emperor may not be happy. On the contrary, if he marries a girl from a commoner's family as he does now, the emperor will
I clapped my hands in agreement, do you believe it or not?"
Although he knew that Han Du was right, An Qing was still a little unwilling. He hesitated and said, "But in this case, it would be a bit aggrieved."
"He chose it himself. What's wrong with him?" Han Du said nonchalantly.
Sure enough, it hadn't been long since Han Fuli came back. There were rumors in the capital about him returning with a strange woman.
The news that he had arrived at the Zhenguo Government House spread quickly.
It didn't take long for people to find out clearly about Huang Jinshu's family background.
"What? You said that Han Fuli got married outside the Duke of Zhen's back?" Zhu Yunye just wanted to listen to the eunuch tell him interesting stories to relieve his boredom in his free time. He did not expect to hear such exciting content as soon as he came.
The eunuch quickly bowed and nodded, lamenting with a heavy tone, "Yes! This matter has been spread all over the capital. The second son of the dignified Zhenguo Duke has made a private life with someone. This can make the Duke of Zhen and the princess
Where can I put my face? Now the people in the entire capital are watching the joke of the Zhenguo Palace."
Zhu Yunye's eyes were rolling. He didn't care whether the Zhenguo Palace was embarrassed or not. What he cared about was what benefits he could get from this matter.
The eunuch was still chattering, "Your Majesty, after all, Han Fuli is an official of the imperial court and the son of Princess Anqing. If we continue to allow the people to talk about it like this, I am afraid it will damage the majesty of the royal family. Please order the emperor to prohibit the people from talking about this matter as soon as possible."
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Zhu Yunye slowly turned his head, looked at the eunuch, and asked doubtfully, "Is this what you think?" .??.??
When the eunuch saw that the emperor looked bad, his heart suddenly tightened, and he knelt on the ground in a hurry and begged for mercy, "I have overstepped my bounds. I deserve to die. I am talking nonsense. Please forgive me."
Zhu Yunye lowered his eyes, looked at the eunuch who kowtowed for a moment, and sighed softly, "I know you are worried about the reputation of the royal family being damaged. After all, Han Fuli is also a relative of the emperor. But you don't have to worry about this. Get up."
"Yes, yes, I obey the order." The eunuch then stood up tremblingly, holding the fly whisk in his hands and standing aside, not daring to speak again.
And Zhu Yunye did not continue to pursue the eunuch. Now his mind was filled with flashes of inspiration. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that there was a lot of room for maneuver in this matter.
A few days later, the emperor suddenly issued an order.
"The emperor is blessed by heaven, and the imperial edict is that Huang's brocade book, which is knowledgeable and sensible, is beautiful and wise, is specially granted the title of second-grade imperial concubine, and is bestowed with a pair of Ruyi jade."
In the eyes of outsiders, this is the emperor's favor to the Zhenguo government.
After all, Han Fuli's private life-long decision was a stain. Especially for someone with an official position like him, it was a huge taboo.
Don't underestimate this stain. In history, there are many ministers who have been dismissed from office or even had their families destroyed because of these small shortcomings.
Although Han Fuli had the support of the Zhenguo government and his family would not be ruined, the possibility of losing his official position was still very high.
But there is
If the emperor's decree is fulfilled, then Huang Jinshu will no longer be Han Fuli's flaw. The emperor's second-grade imperial concubine, no matter what her previous status was, she is now Han Fuli's legitimate wife recognized by the emperor.
Anyone who dares to make irresponsible remarks is slandering the emperor!
"Dad, how could the emperor confer a second-grade imperial edict on Jinshu?" Every pore on Han Fuli's body was showing excitement. How could he not know the meaning of the second-grade imperial edict?
Such a high title would only be given to the head wives of officials of the second rank or above, and only if the officials had made great contributions. He had been in Qiongzhou for so many years, and he could only be regarded as quite satisfactory, not enough to make great contributions.
Han Fuli still knew it in his heart.
At the same time, he also understood the meaning of the emperor's conferment. From then on, Huang Jinshu was his official wife, and no one could object. This was great news for Han Fuli, who had always been worried about this.
But he was not stupid, he was afraid that there was some trap in it. Therefore, he started worrying about gains and losses in front of Han Du.
Han Du waved his hand and gave him a reassurance, "What's wrong with the dignified second daughter-in-law of the Duke's mansion being given a second-grade imperial title? Can't you bear it?"
Han Fuli's face suddenly turned red, and he said with some embarrassment, "I can bear it, but the child has not made any achievements."
Han Du laughed lightly, waved his hands and said matter-of-factly, "It doesn't matter if you don't have any credit, as long as I do!"
There is nothing wrong with this statement. If it is really calculated according to merit, let alone giving Huang Jinshu a second-grade imperial title, even if he makes Han Fuli a Duke, the emperor still owes Han Du.
"Puff"
As soon as these words came out, Han Fuli couldn't help laughing anymore, "Dad, what's wrong with you today?"
"It's nothing." Han Du said calmly, and then said, "You should hurry up and tell your wife the good news. I'm afraid she has been waiting for a long time."
"Yes, yes, kid, please leave." Han Fuli turned around suddenly after being reminded by Han Du, turned around and left, heading towards his yard.
After his son left, Han Du picked up the imperial edict with a smile, glanced at it, turned his head and said to An Qing, "Look, what did I say? The emperor is happy to see it happen!"
"Hey" An Qing sighed slightly in her heart. Although she had been convinced by Han Du for a long time, she still had a small hope that Han Du would guess wrong.
However, in the face of this imperial edict, Anqing had to admit that Han Du's prediction was accurate. The emperor really spared no effort in doing things that could weaken the influence of the Zhenguo government.