He Mucheng smiled slightly and said, "Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism play an important role because each has its own strengths and complements each other's shortcomings. If one school can truly encompass all things, there will be no possibility for the other schools to exist. It is precisely because each school has its own strengths and weaknesses.
This influence has contributed to my character as an orthodox Chinese gentleman."
At this point, she bowed her hands to Xie Song and the husband, "What Ayan said is that he doesn't believe in cause and effect. He doesn't believe in superstitious cause and effect. However, all kinds of knowledge must continue to be passed down, whether they are the essence or the dross.
No matter what, thousands of years later it will naturally be washed away by the long river of history, and gold can be found in the big waves. Ayan people speak softly, so you don’t need to over-interpret it."
Her meaning couldn't be clearer. Her stance is neutral, absorbing the viewpoints of both parties, taking the best and discarding the dross. This attitude is like a peacemaker, which makes the opposition between the two sides less sharp.
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The expressions on everyone's faces slowly became warm.
This debate directly allowed Nanshi Ayan's talents to be promoted in the chat circle.
From beginning to end, Nan Yu never said another word.
He Mucheng secretly sneered. Nan Yu had a reputation for being self-aware. A dabbler who had become a monk halfway, she still understood the truth that talking too much would lead to mistakes.
As for He Musheng, she is a firm believer in materialist dialectics. Such dialectical thinking has been cultivated in her since she was a child and has long been ingrained in her way of thinking. How can Nan Yu imitate it?
The two ships slowly dispersed, and Wang Xuan unfolded the jade bone fan with one hand. The broken hair on his forehead made his jade-like face even more tranquil and lofty.
He raised his eyebrows, "Isn't Ayan's moderation influenced by Confucianism?"
His voice was very soft and very small. He Mucheng knew that if this question had been mentioned just now, she would have to spend a long time to explain it. Now that Wang Xuan raised it alone, he just wanted to tease her.
He Mucheng didn't hold back, just winked playfully and retorted, "No, this is dialectical. You have to look at both sides of things. Wrong views always lead to extremes. This is what Lang Jun once taught me.
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Wang Xuan was surprised, thinking that the little girl in front of him fell into the hands of Murong Ke because of saving him. At that time, he offered her the position of concubine, but she refused. He also used these words to warn her.
Thinking of this, Wang Xuan shook his head helplessly and smiled lightly, "You..."
He Mucheng tilted his head, and before he could speak, Wang Xian took his arm, "Ayan, your paintings are extremely beautiful, can you teach me?"
"Okay!" He Mucheng showed his face, turned around and followed Wang Xian into the private seat in the ship.
Wang Xian looked around and saw that there was no one around. She quietly shook her sleeves and said to please, "Ayan, do you still have that pastry? That's the one unique to your hometown?"
Um...is it chocolate?
He Musheng recalled that he stared at the few hundred points in the system, and with a sudden heart, he generously redeemed three for her.
She stretched out her palm from her sleeve, and the three fruit-flavored chocolates in her palm looked very eye-catching.
Wang Xian’s eyes immediately shined!
She hurriedly grabbed the chocolate, pushed it open and stuffed it into her mouth, saying vaguely, "New taste! But it still retains the strong aroma from before. I'm so greedy for it. I've been thinking about this for a long time..."
He Mucheng looked at her satisfied look and blinked curiously, "I've been coming to Jiankang for so long, but why haven't I seen you?"
Wang Xian glanced at Wang Xuan who was standing on the bow of the boat looking out at the lake, curled her lips and said, "Not my brother? He said that he should "make the best use of everything". If he made friends with you from the beginning, he would not be able to stand impartially at the critical moment.
I have a position to protect you. For example, today, if I had been inseparable from you from the beginning, my remarks today would be greatly compromised..."
He Mucheng opened his mouth in surprise.
She has always had a sense of awe and alienation towards Wang Xuan. Even if their interests are now bound together, she would not dare to cross the line in getting along with him.
Now that she is back in Jiankang, the gap between their identities is getting wider and wider, and she doesn't dare to be presumptuous anymore.
While thinking about it, a melodious sound of guqin floated from the bow of the ship. He Mucheng raised his eyes and saw Wang Xuan sitting not far away holding a lyre.
As dusk approached, the setting sun stretched his figure taller and taller.
The laughter and chatter not far away slowly died down, and someone said with emotion, "I have long heard that Wang Xuan's piano skills are unparalleled in the world. Today, I heard that he is indeed well-deserved."
Wang Xian hid her face and smiled, "I don't care. My brother likes to be quiet. There are few maids in his courtyard. Every time he plays the piano, he has to force me to listen to it. No matter how good it sounds, I will get bored."
"Others want to hear it, but you don't know how blessed you are." He Mucheng glanced at Wang Xian, rested his chin on his hands, and secretly admired it.
The music gradually became surging, and then, just as everyone was holding their breath and concentrating, a sarcastic voice suddenly broke the silence, and on the sparkling lake, like a huge boulder, ripples of water were disturbing.
You don't need to look, just listen to the voice to know who the sarcasm is coming from.
It's Shen Han!
Everyone was immersed in the sound of Wang Xuan's piano, only Shen Han seemed to turn a deaf ear to it. He stood at the stern of the boat and sarcastically said to Xie Song, who was also standing at the stern:
"Xie Shisanlang, I advise you to keep a distance from Wen's Azhi. Nowadays, who knows that Jiankang is the woman that His Royal Highness likes?"
He Mucheng's heart sank!
This was originally a tacit secret among everyone, but when Shen Han said it, it had a completely different meaning.
She stood up in a hurry and saw Bei Zhizheng and Xie Song at the stern of the boat, not far away from each other. The two had their backs to each other. There was nothing wrong with looking from a distance, but someone who knew the inside story could tell at a glance.
You can see the clues.
Xie Song was immediately irritated by Shen Han. He raised his head and glared angrily, saying angrily, "Wen's Azhi and I have been engaged since childhood. She is my unmarried wife. Don't talk nonsense!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone's expressions changed.
Bei Zhi has an appearance that resembles that of Yu Wenqing. She was originally criticized by Shen Han and her reputation has been lost. Now that the Langya Wang family has tried to turn the tide and clear her name, it is still unknown whether the prince will take her into the backyard again.
But Xie Song said such words at this juncture, how could anyone dare to say anything?
I'm afraid I wish I hadn't heard anything or seen anything, so I could draw a clear line from this matter.
As expected, Shen Han looked around and saw no one to help him. He suddenly became angry and said, "Are you dumb? Did I say it wrong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "clang" sound, and the sound of Wang Xuan's piano suddenly stopped!
He stood up, handed the guqin to the maids on the left and right, flicked his sleeves, and said calmly, "Tell the helmsman to keep a distance from that ship. You may use obscene words to insult the ears of my distinguished guest."
This sentence, without even a single curse word, scolded Shen Han bloody.
The implication of Wang Xuan's words was that what Shen Han said was filthy, but to him, Xie Song was an honored guest.
It was already very obvious to make a judgment. The legitimate son of the Langya Wang family did not need to confront him directly. Wang Xuan's words alone would spread in Jiankang City within three days.
By then, if there is any more casual conversation, Shen Han may never be a guest again.
Sure enough, when the ship turned around, He Mucheng saw clearly that all the scholars had drawn a clear line with Shen Han. Even the only female Bin Nanyu turned around and left without leaving a trace.
He Mucheng suddenly felt happy. She raised her eyes and looked at Wang Xuan, who was approaching, and smiled brightly.
"Ah Yan, are you happy?" Wang Xuan sat gracefully opposite her, picked up the tea set and took a sip.
He Mucheng nodded hastily, "Happy, happy!"
Wang Xuan smiled warmly and said mysteriously, "I also want to give Ayan another surprise."
