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Chapter 51

On the palace road.

Servant Chun Yuyue and Confucian doctor Fu Sheng both wore Confucian gowns and walked side by side.

"Brother Chunyu, what is the purpose of your Majesty's court meeting this time?"

Since Fu Sheng listened to Chun Yuyue's explanation that day, he felt ashamed of Chun Yuyue's ability to understand the government affairs.

He was afraid that he would say the wrong thing in court and miss Chunyu Yue's plan, so he deliberately asked.

Chunyu Yue's brows had been furrowing slightly, and he didn't know why he was worried. When he heard Fu Sheng's question, he temporarily put aside his thoughts.

After pondering for a moment, he said: "Nine times out of ten, we are discussing the unfinished business of the last court meeting. Your Majesty is unwilling to carry out enfeoffment. He is a man who can share hardships, but cannot share wealth and honor."

"Don't want to implement the system of enfeoffment? Then how to govern the world? Since Dayu controlled the floods and settled the nine states, China has gone through the Xia, Shang, and Three dynasties. Is there ever a time when it is impossible to enfeoff? This is ridiculous!" Fu Sheng frowned than Chunyu.

It was much deeper than before.

Wang Wan, Wei Zhuang, Wei Liao and others supported enfeoffment because they made outstanding contributions to Qin's unification of the world.

If the Qin State implemented the enfeoffment system, they would definitely be able to obtain fiefdoms and feudal states. They supported the enfeoffment for their own benefit.

Fu Sheng's support for enfeoffment had nothing to do with interests.

Because no matter how the Qin State divides the feudal states, he, a Confucian scholar who came to the Qin State after the Qin State unified the world, cannot be divided.

He supports enfeoffment solely because of the ink in his chest.

As a pure disciple of traditional Confucianism, if you don't respect Zhou rites and don't support Zhou's enfeoffment, how can you still be called a disciple of Confucianism?

This was the common thinking among traditional Confucian disciples during the Qin Dynasty.

"Brother Fu, a little impatience will ruin a big plan. Today you just sit on the sidelines and don't say anything. What this court meeting will determine is the foundation of Qin's governance of the world. Those who fail in political discussions will have to withdraw even if they do not die.

From the imperial court of the State of Qin." Chunyu Yue, who also studied traditional Confucianism, persuaded him this way.

He was now very glad that at dawn, he went to Fu Sheng's mansion to find Fu Sheng and came here with him.

Otherwise, with Fu Sheng's character, it is very likely that he would bring disaster to Confucianism today.

"How can this be so? Failure to enfeoff is equivalent to betraying Confucius! You and I are pretending to be disciples of Confucianism!" Fu Sheng retorted.

"Brother Fu, the first prerequisite for revitalizing Confucianism is that Confucianism can continue to exist in the world. If this offends Your Majesty, Confucianism will be banned in the world. With the execution power of the Qin State, our Confucianism will disappear in a few years."

Chunyu Yue said earnestly and sincerely: "Once your Majesty decides not to enfeoff, we will not only not be able to disobey your Majesty, but we will also give him a big nod."

"How is this possible?! If we abandon Confucius' thoughts, will Confucianism still be Confucianism?"

Fu Sheng stopped and his voice was so loud that all the nearby Qin officials who were also heading to Xianyang Palace looked at him sideways.

Chunyu Yue hurriedly pulled Fu Sheng to walk two steps quickly, and said in a low voice and in an urgent tone: "A king can only be in power for a few years or more than twenty years! Even if Confucianism changes, it can only last for more than twenty years at most!

When the eldest son comes to power, you will bring up the enfeoffment again and return my Confucianism to its true colors! For my Confucianism to last for eternity, can't you bear it for more than twenty years?"

Fu Sheng understood what Chunyu Yue meant.

But if Fu Sheng, who has been attached to Confucianism all his life, betrays Confucius and tamper with Confucianism, it would be better to kill him.

He wanted to refute Chun Yuyue, but he also knew that apart from being a scholar, he could not compare with Chun Yuyue, who had a forward-looking vision, in terms of developing Confucianism. He could only say in a somewhat angry tone: "Your Majesty is now in good health. According to the Japanese memorial,

One stone is probably as powerful as King Zhaoxiang of Qin."

King Zhaoxiang of Qin Yingji reigned for fifty-six years.

As soon as Chunyu Yue heard Fu Sheng's words, he knew that Fu Sheng would not talk nonsense in the court today at least. He smiled lightly and said: "What we are planning is a lasting achievement. Compared with this, we can endure more than twenty years."

What's the difference between enduring fifty-six years?"

Fusheng was speechless.

Chun Yuyue looked at the towering Xianyang Palace in front of him, with its eaves and corners flying up, bathed in the morning light, and couldn't help but quicken his steps.

The eldest son has never missed a court meeting, so he must have arrived.

Not far behind Chunyu Yue and Fu Sheng.

Prime Minister Wei Zhuang on the left, Prime Minister Wang Wan on the right, Imperial Censor Feng Quji, and Nei Shi Mengyi met not far away and chatted while walking.

He is of Hu ethnic origin, has three-dimensional prominent facial features, a pair of blue eyes, hands on his back, and a clear voice.

"The right prime minister is very energetic. At this age, if I can be half as energetic as the right prime minister, I will be satisfied."

Wang Wan, who is white-haired and in his late 50s but has an unusually steady pace, said: "I am in good health, but I have a heart problem. We share the same surname as Wang, but Wan is envious of the Marquis of Wucheng."

Feng Quji followed Wang Wan's words and said: "I am also very envious. Looking at the Qin State, the only one who can compare with the princes of Wucheng is Meng Gong of the Meng family. In the history of Meng Nei, how is your health after entering the Ming Dynasty?"

Although Meng Yi was an internal historian and one of the Nine Qings, he was the real authority in charge of Xianyang City, and his official position was not much inferior to these others. However, he suffered a disadvantage because of his age, as all those present were from his father's generation.

Hearing Feng Quji's praise of his eldest father, Meng Yi said humbly: "Thank you so much for your concern, Doctor Yushi. My eldest father is in good health."

The other three people paused at the same time.

"Meng Gong is already ninety years old, right? Maybe he eats meat? Can he still fight?" Wang Wan said with a smile.

Although Meng Yi and Meng Tian are brothers and come from a military family, he has a scholarly face.

At this moment, his elegant face showed undisguised surprise.

Why do these people care about his great father today?

Is the eldest father so popular?

Why didn’t we see these people coming to visit my uncle at home in the past?

"My great father once said that as long as His Majesty needs it, he can still wear armor and go into battle."

Wang Wan, Wei Zhuang, and Feng Quji listened to Meng Yi's answer, looked at Meng Yi's expression, and complimented each other:

"Meng Gong, I will be strong and strong, very good, very good."

"With Duke Meng protecting us, we have nothing to worry about."

"I will definitely visit Duke Meng another day."

Meng Yi, who was only twenty-five years old and had already taken the position of internal history, the most powerful minister of the Qin State, scratched his head.

Strange, why do you feel that these sentences are a little false?

If you want to translate these people’s words, it should be like this——

Wei Zhuang: "Wang Wan, you are old, do you want to rush in while your health is still good? If you do, I will rush in!"

Wang Wan: "Come on! I'm not the Marquis of Wucheng, Wang Jian. I already have the title of Wucheng!"

Feng Quji: "Who is not envious? If you attack me, you also attack me! The State of Qin says that the Meng family is as famous as the Wang family, but Meng Ao is not a Chehou and does not have a fief. Meng Yi, do you want to attack the Meng family?"

What Meng Yi said was, "Thank you so much for your concern, the imperial censor. My eldest father is in good health."

What reached the ears of the three of them was: "If you don't rush, the Meng family is fine now."

Wang Wan: "Meng Ao is already over ninety years old. While Meng Ao is alive and caring, why don't the Meng family hurry up and make another attack?"

Meng Yi said, "My great father once said that as long as your majesty needs it, you can still wear armor and go into battle."

What reached the ears of the three people was: "The Meng family stands with His Majesty and will not attack!"

The next three compliments were as follows:

"Meng Ao is still alive, it would be a pity for you Meng family not to rush."

"You go back after the morning and ask Meng Ao. Let's all rush together!"

"Someday, I'll go to your Meng's house and ask Meng Ao if he's ready!"


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