Ying Chengyu lifted up the table and smashed it over, knocking over several tables and banquet tables.
These guests evaded in a hurry, some of them had their clothes splashed with oil and drinks, and their faces were ashen.
"Ying Chengyu! Do you want to be enemies with everyone?"
"This is not Chang'an Jun's Mansion! This is not a place for you to run wild!"
"If His Majesty hadn't protected you, there would be no Lord Chang'an in Qin today!"
A burly man wearing a green knight's shirt with a big hammer at his feet was the most angry.
He is nine feet tall, with a full beard and a fierce look on his face. He looks twice as strong as Ying Chengyu, who looks thinner.
"That's too much!"
The burly man slapped the desk hard, and with this palm strike, a crack spread out from the solid wooden desk along the place where his palm landed.
If someone hadn't stopped him, the burly man would have given Ying Chengyu a good look with his sandbag-sized fists.
"Brother Zhang, no! Qin is no better than Yan! If there is a private fight abroad, whoever strikes first will be imprisoned for six months!"
The noble man next to the burly man crossed his arms to block him.
"This guy obviously made the first move! How can you say it was me who made the first move!" the burly man yelled with an angry look on his face.
"My brother Zhang! Mr. Chang'an just broke the case and needs to compensate the government for the expenses of the case. He did not start a private fight!"
The noble master knocked on the cracks on the table and said with a wry smile: "This table is worth less than ten yuan outside, but it is only one gold on the balcony. Brother Zhang, for the sake of my expense, just sit down!"
"What! One gold! Is Qin trying to steal the money?"
The burly man was in a hurry. He was born in a rural area, and one gold was enough to cover the expenses of a family of three in his small village for a month.
If you break a desk, you will have to pay a fee. He has never heard of such a high price.
"I broke his desk! I'll give him a new one! I spent a gold!"
Ying Chengyu hugged the frightened female steward into his arms, looked at the burly man sideways and said: "So that you, a Yan people, know that Qin is not a lawless place like Yan. Qin is governed by law, and Qin's law is the greatest!
Qin Law stipulates: If you break the table on the balcony, you will get one gold. One less money will not suffice, and one more money will not matter. Don’t even think about paying for a new table! If you don’t want to lose money, just go to Lishan to build the two-month mausoleum!"
"Then I will go to Lishan to build the Two-month Mausoleum!" The burly man's voice was like thunder. He would rather be imprisoned than let your noble son pay for it.
The noble master took a deep breath, pulled the burly man hard, and gave him a stern look.
Strange to say, the burly man who had been filled with indignation just now had a stern look on his face when facing this noble man whose thighs were not as thick as his arms.
Your noble son bowed to Ying Chengyu.
"Mr. Chang'an, please forgive me. My brother's nature is like this. I am here to apologize to Mr. Chang'an on behalf of Brother Zhang."
"Well, you're not bad. You're different from these idiots. What's your name?"
"The surname Zhang has only one sub-character."
"Zhang Zi?"
"Exactly."
The word "zi" is the highest praise and honorific given by contemporary literati.
The noble son in front of me is named "Zi", which is extremely rare.
"Your parents have high expectations for you." Ying Chengyu said sincerely.
When parents give their children such names, they must be hoping that their children will get the character "子" in the future.
I don’t know how many literati in the world, how many people can get the word "子"?
Ying Chengyu is chatting here, how can those guests who were smashed watch?
One of the guests had an angry face and said to the female steward lying in Ying Chengyu's arms: "Steward! You are determined to favor Ying Chengyu today!"
…
At the same time, in Xianyang City, on a street not far from the tower, the young Confucian scholar Zhang Ping said angrily: "Teacher! You are determined to favor Ying Chengxiu today!"
The young Confucian scholar next to Zhang Ping looked livid. There was only a scabbard on the young Confucian scholar's waist but no sword.
When the two teachers led them away from the building, they seemed to be fleeing. They didn't even have time to pick up the young Confucian scholar's sword.
Seeing the two teachers as if they had not heard anything and just walking with them, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help it anymore and complained: "Confucius said that a scholar cannot be without generosity. Confucius taught us to be brave and resolute, how can a teacher do that?"
They are leading us to escape from the battlefield!"
The two older Confucian scholars still ignored him and hurried on with the two students with dark faces.
The four of them walked quickly until they came to a mansion, knocked on the door and entered the courtyard.
The two older Confucian scholars looked at each other as they watched the door close. The two livid faces suddenly laughed, and the laughter got louder and louder, and they couldn't hold it back at all.
"Hahahahahaha!"
"Hahahahahaha!"
Zhang Ping, the young Confucian scholar didn't know what the two teachers were laughing at.
What's so funny about being bullied like that?
Are the two teachers laughing out of anger, or are they suffering from hysteria?
Seeing the displeased and resentful expressions on his disciples' faces, the middle-aged Confucian scholar suppressed a smile.
"Junior brother, I will go and report this matter to Brother Chunyu, and you can answer these two children's questions."
"Hahahahahaha! Senior brother, just leave!"
The elderly Confucian scholar was in a mess, but he still laughed heartily and couldn't stop himself.
This mansion was where Confucian disciples gathered, where they discussed knowledge and exchanged political opinions. The owner was Chunyu Yue.
"Teacher, what are you laughing at?"
"Uncle, please help me and the two of you clarify your doubts!"
Seeing that the two children were anxious, the older Confucian scholar touched his greasy beard stained with oil, shook his head and said: "Let me ask you, why did the four of me go to the balcony?"
"Let that Shuzi show his true colors! He is not worthy of commenting on the Analects of Confucius!"
"It's morally wrong for Ying Chengxiang! Don't slander my Confucian classics again!"
"Of course, this is the case, do you understand it?" The older Confucian scholar asked him about the Taoism.
Zhang Ping and the young Confucian scholar were still confused and couldn't figure it out no matter how hard they tried.
What do you want to understand?
That damned minister voluntarily lay there, and Ying Chengyu's moral character was not affected at all.
On the contrary, we were splashed with vegetable leaves with oily juice, and fled in confusion, losing all face.
The elder Confucian scholar waited expectantly for a few minutes. Seeing that the two children in front of him still couldn't speak, he couldn't help but mentally label them as "not smart enough."
"Well, you don't need to guess anymore, let me tell you. The Analects of Confucius says: If you shoot an arrow, you only need to shoot through the target.
It doesn’t matter how strong you are, this has been true throughout the ages.”
"We say that he doesn't treat people as human beings because we say he has bad moral character. The purpose is to make Ying Chengxuan lose the qualification to annotate "The Analects of Confucius". Why do you put the cart before the horse and focus on the fact that he doesn't treat people as human beings?
What do you mean? He beat us in public and did such a rude thing to us. Isn’t it also a sign of poor conduct?"
After listening to the older Confucian scholar's explanation, Zhang Ping and the young Confucian scholar suddenly realized that they had achieved their goal without even knowing it.
Zhang Ping said with bright eyes: "The fact that we didn't fight back means that this was a unilateral atrocity committed by that Shuzi! We left in a hurry because we were afraid that the Shuzi would react and tempt us to attack, which would create another variable!"
The older Confucian scholar stroked his beard with satisfaction, and his evaluation of Zhang Ping changed to "slightly smart".
"A boy can be taught!"
…
Zhangtai Palace.
The First Emperor Ying Zheng was so angry with Ying Fusu that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
"A child cannot be taught!"
Gai Nie, who was standing at the door, resisted the idea of turning around and slashing Ying Fusu with his sword, and silently added in his heart.
Rotten wood cannot be carved!
No matter what First Emperor Ying Zheng said, it could not change Ying Fusu's inner thoughts.
Ying Fusu stubbornly believed that being good to everyone was truly good, so Zhou rites should be restored, the country should be governed by etiquette, and the world would be harmonious.
It is wrong to impose strict laws on ordinary people, it should be abandoned, and it is cruel.
In Ying Fusu’s mind, how should the country be governed?
If someone steals something, let him know that stealing is wrong. No one else steals anything and they all have high moral character. He is the only one who steals something. Then he will feel guilty, correct himself, and stop stealing.
"The country you envision is impossible to realize! Wherever there are people, there will be selfishness! There will be fights! Not everyone in this world can be a saint!"
"When people are born, their natures are good, their natures are similar, and their habits are far apart. All people are born pure and kind. The reason why people later fight each other is because of the influence of the environment. Historical records record: Zhou Gong wrote "Zhou Rites" and the people followed it.
, Love your neighbor as you love yourself. Zhou could do it eight hundred years ago, what can Qin not do?"
Ying Zheng was furious.
"I told you! "History of Zhou" is a lie! There are many things in it that are not true!"
"This is my father's prejudice!"
"You traitor! I will kill you!"
Ying Zheng was so angry that he jumped up and took off King Qin's sword from the wall, unsheathed the sword and struck at Ying Fusu.
The sword stopped an inch away from Ying Fusu's neck. Ying Zheng said angrily: "Why don't you hide!"
"The father gave the son death, and he was safe and safe."
My father wants me to die, what can I hide from?
He stretched out his hand and gently pushed the King Qin Sword from his neck, and Ying Fusu stood up straight.
Upon seeing this, Ying Zheng sneered: "You traitor! Your words and deeds are inconsistent! You are always afraid of death!"
Ying Fusu shook his head.
"I didn't get up because I was afraid of death, but because I was afraid that my father's reputation would be ruined. If I died in Zhangtai Palace, in my father's hands, people in the world would say that my father was cruel and heartless. I asked my father to let me take the
I committed suicide in my own palace with a sword, so that my father's reputation could be preserved."
Ying Zheng was so angry that the sword of King Qin in his hand kept trembling!
He could see that Ying Fusu's words came from the bottom of his heart, but that was why he was so angry!
If you say die, die!
How could I have such a foolish son!
All the hard work that Cheng Xi and I have done have been in vain!
How could I have chosen this rebellious son to inherit the Qin Kingdom before?
PS: Please read the 3,000-word chapter, dear readers!