The death anniversary of the saint Confucius is a big event for Confucian scholars all over the world. Every year on February 21, many people come to Qufu. This year is no exception. The streets are full of scholars. Jia Cong asked Liu Xiao very early today
He picked up Qi and stood outside the inn, looking at it with his hands behind his hands for a long time. He sighed with emotion: "The cultural level of the people is really high." Then he went to the Confucius Temple to join in the fun.
The process of offering sacrifices to the Confucius was very complicated, and Jia Cong became impatient before he had even seen a third of it. He wanted to run away, but he took the lead and relied on the martial arts of the people around him to stand at the front. Now there is the ceremony of sacrifice in front of him, and behind him
The high density of Confucian scholars who traveled during the Golden Week in later generations was comparable to that of later generations. They could not move at all. They had to force themselves up and carry it on. Even though they deliberately ate more in the morning, by the time the festival was over, everyone was so hungry that their chests were touching their backs. They returned to the inn.
, Jia Cong asked everyone if this sacrifice was good. Everyone said in unison: "It looks good, it's too long!" "It doesn't take so long to worship an ancestor!" They all laughed in unison.
The next day, Jia Cong took the name card to visit Confucius. The door was bustling. Liuzhuang passed through the crowd like a fish swimming through the algae, until he reached the door and cupped his hands and said: "Uncle, please come in and tell me: Zhou Ji of the State of Yan has been invited."
Visiting Mr. Kong Yunxian."
Menzi was slightly startled for a moment, then returned the greeting: "It turns out he is a guest from Yan State. May I ask if it was our uncle who invited him?"
"Yes." Liuzhuang took out the poem Kong Yunxian gave to Jia Cong from his arms.
The man took it over, looked at it, nodded and said, "It is indeed Mr. Zhou who was invited by the uncle."
Liu Zhuang smiled and said: "I hope Master Kong will be more straightforward when inviting people to be guests in the future. The allusions are too biased and we can't quite understand."
The disciple smiled and said: "Now that the Lord is here, it seems that he understands. Please wait a moment, little brother, I will go in and make an announcement." He bowed to the ground.
Liuzhuang replied: "Thank you very much." He turned around and motioned for Jia Cong to wait over. Everyone around them heard that they were invited by Master Kong and gave way.
Jia Cong stepped forward and said casually: "What are Zhuang'er and Uncle Menzi talking about?"
"I'm just bothering him to report the news."
"Why did he pay such a big courtesy to you?"
"He understood the allusions in Master Kong's poem at a glance."
Jia Cong grinned: "Even the disciples of the Kong family are great Confucians."
Not long after, Kong Yunxian personally picked him up. With his footsteps like the wind, he shouted to Jia Cong: "Mr. Zhou!" His expression could not hide his excitement.
Jia Cong was a little surprised, and held his hands with a smile: "Master Kong has read so many books at such a young age, I admire him very much."
Everyone at the door immediately understood that this person was the direct descendant of Kong Sheng, and they all bowed deeply. Kong Yunxian returned the courtesy on all sides. Jia Cong looked at them for a long time inexplicably, and asked loudly: "Have you ever given porridge to their family? They didn't do anything.
Salute to you?"
Liu Xiaoqi said loudly: "It depends on the face of his ancestors."
"Then why don't you go to the Confucius Temple to salute?" Jia Cong said, "Such a young child has to bow for half a day, so don't hurt your waist." He glanced at the crowd and said, "I don't feel bad if it's not my child."
A Confucian scholar shouted: "This is unreasonable! How can it be hurt by bowing?"
Jia Cong also shouted: "You can only do one for each of you, so it won't hurt. The older children's waist and legs haven't grown yet, so it's really hard to say how many bows are made in a row. You are happy, and you are too happy."
Regardless of whether others live or die, it's not you who are lying on the kang with your back turned and unable to move."
Kong Yunxian hurriedly said: "Mr. Zhou, keep your voice low, it's okay to be born late."
Jia Cong said: "If I don't stop you, you won't be in trouble if you make dozens more bows. Okay, let's go in quickly." He couldn't help but put his arm on Kong Yunxian's shoulder and walked in. After all, Kong Yunxian was a young scholar.
, Jia Cong had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and his arms were strong, so he was immediately taken in. At this time, Jia Cong said in a low voice, "Chen Zi'ang has a poem about the emerald nest in the South China Sea, and the male and female pearl forests. How do you know that beauty is beautiful, and arrogance is better than gold."
King Qi is staring at your family so hard, just because of these people." Kong Yunxian's eyes suddenly showed a trace of sadness. Jia Cong looked at the sky and rolled his eyes - seeing the meaning, because the Kong family refused to obey and change the sacrificial rituals, King Qi asked
People are in trouble.
Then he completely ignored the Confucian scholars outside the door who were coming for pilgrimage. Jia Cong and his entourage followed Kong Yunxian straight into the back hall. Kong Yunxian ordered someone to go to the front to ask for his father, saying that there was something important. Shen Zhimo smiled and said to the boy who reported the news: "No matter Yan Sheng
No matter how old the official is, our husband is older than him." Kong Yunxian sat without saying a word. The boy left respectfully.
Not long after, Yan Shenggong came. As expected, this man was only in his thirties. He was described as handsome and elegant. At first glance, he was a learned man. Kong Yunxian introduced the two of them. Jia Cong quickly stood up and held his hands: "Mr. Kong, you
OK." Duke Yansheng returned the gift.
The two sat down, and Yan Shenggong said: "Thanks to Mr. Zhou for helping the child in the past few days, I am very grateful."
Jia Cong said: "They asked me and I just answered. It's not worth mentioning. But why did Mr. Kong allow King Qi to call Young Master Kong sir? It's not quite in line with the rules."
Duke Yan Sheng smiled bitterly and said: "Why didn't I refuse? I couldn't refuse it over and over again."
Jia Cong said: "Wansheng feels that this kind of thing cannot be pushed back three or four times, and it must be rejected thirty or forty times. Only one person can be respected by the world from birth - the prince. The one with white eyebrows and red eyes
Then you gain the respect of the prince, and whether you have the strength to protect yourself, it’s no wonder that Feng Zi, dragon and grandson all want to attack your family."
Kong Yunxian couldn't help but ask: "What does Mr. Zhou know? Didn't you say that you couldn't come up with it a few days ago?"
Jia Cong said: "To be honest, I made a mistake at that time. I thought that the excitement in the theater was a fight between the sons of the King of Qi over the inheritance. Later I found out that your highnesses were just puppets. In fact, they were just puppets.
Several aristocratic families were fighting and fighting within the aristocratic families. Qufu immediately became safe. I ran over quickly."
Duke Yansheng said hurriedly: "I heard that the prince has raided many houses."
Jia Cong nodded: "It's not yet time, there are all kinds of Li Daitao stiffness at the moment. It's almost time. I can run in the first grade of junior high school but not in the fifteenth grade. After the cicada shell is clean, it's time to fight hand to hand. When the time comes, you will fight to the death. Let's fight to the death.
Hide far away and see who loses and wins in the end, who gets away with it and who bravely takes the blame."
Duke Yan Sheng shook his head and said: "I can't live here either. The prince sent someone to borrow our ancient books and said he wanted to compile a complete set of Confucianism."
"Borrow a book?" Yes, there are still many rare ancient books in the library of the Kong family. Jia Cong thought for a moment and said, "I'm afraid he didn't just think about this recently. He should have been thinking about it for a long time. He wants to use the family's
To defy the imperial court, even the Kong family couldn't do it. I sent someone to borrow it this time, but it didn't work out. Next time, he might send some strange people to get it, or he might just let Duke Yansheng die of illness.
Master Kong is still a child, how can he defeat them? Or it is not impossible to attack Master Kong directly like we did back at the theater."
The Kong family father and son already looked ugly when they heard this, but later they exclaimed in unison: "What?!"
Kong Yunxian asked anxiously: "Did that incident on the theater floor happen to be directed at me?"
Jia Cong gave a fake smile and said, "No matter how knowledgeable you scholars are, you will never be able to fight against open guns and hidden arrows, let alone muskets and artillery. Mr. Wu Li, who wrote the play script, is not recognized by others, but Master Kong always recognizes him."
Duke Yan Sheng's face darkened: "Did he conspire with outsiders to kill my son?"
"Of course not." Jia Cong said, "Mr. Wu doesn't have any bad intentions, he just has some indolence. If something happens to Master Kong because of him, he will definitely escort him back to Qufu. He will definitely not leave again after he comes back.
This person is simply easy to deceive, devoted and infatuated, and can be easily grasped by others. When the time comes, you will be unable to guard against him."
Duke Yan Sheng frowned: "I heard that his wife is pretty good. Could it be that he was seduced by some woman?"
"Uh... I'll be honest, you can't bear the blow. His wife is a green forest bandit, and you have been wanted by your country for several years." The Kong family father and son were stunned for a moment. Jia Cong shrugged, "And he was not seduced by some woman. He was born.
"Longyang's broken sleeves, pretending to be married will not change sexual orientation." He paused, "I also know that in this era, it is very difficult for a family like yours to accept the broken sleeves of a member of the clan. But.
Think about it, his broken sleeves did not affect his talent! He wrote the play "Zi Meets Nanzi" very well, and it can also add glory to the family. Three hundred years later, none of you great scholars will know that he
Maybe he will be famous for eternity. Taking a step back, do you think he wants to be a Duanxiu? It's not the Kong family who gave him Duanxiu."
He talked like he was pouring beans for a long time. Yan Shenggong woke up from his shock and his first words were: "Is his wife really a thief?"
"Is this still false?" Jia Cong asked, "Would you like to go to the Qufu County Government together to find the wanted order for Huiying Sha? This female thief has already taken refuge with a certain His Highness, and the theater thing is hers.
Revenge, intentional.”
"revenge?!"
"Take revenge on you, Mr. Wu Li." Jia Cong said righteously, "If a woman is so well-behaved and married to a man with a broken sleeve, her whole life will be ruined. How can you not hate her?"
Kong Yunxian said from the side: "But she is a female thief!"
"That's right! It's just because she is a female thief that she has the ability to take revenge! Wouldn't an ordinary woman just have to swallow the injustice of this life in vain? She also has to endure the world saying that she can't give birth to a child. Oh, there must be someone to blame.
Blame her for not being virtuous and not allowing her husband to take concubines. This female thief was originally planning to change her ways before getting married, but you, Mr. Wu, just extinguished her heart, which is really a crime."
Duke Yansheng frowned and asked, "What about the female thief?"
"In prison, it is best for Mr. Kong to pretend that he knows nothing. How many families, dignitaries, generals, scholars, and princes and concubines from other countries will be involved in this matter. Didn't you see that I ran away so fast?
We can't afford to hide." The Kong family father and son looked at each other and couldn't understand how their good family could get into such trouble. Jia Cong saw it and explained kindly, "Even if there is no Mrs. Wu, there is Mrs. Zhang and Mrs. Li in your family.
In any case, Ansheng will not survive. Look at those people outside the door! Whoever gets the support of the Kong family will be one step closer to the crown prince. The King of Qi likes this. Isn't it so far away that Yu Luo suddenly sees Xun?"
Duke Yan Sheng thought for a long time and asked, "May I ask who Mr. Zhou is?"
Jia Cong smiled slightly, took out a gold seal of a unicorn treading fire from his arms and placed it on the coffee table. Shen Zhimo said crisply: "This is Jia Cong, the regent of the Yan Kingdom."
The Kong family father and son stood up in shock. Jia Cong also stood up with a smile and cupped his hands: "You're welcome, you two. I'm not very good at speaking Mandarin."
Having said that, the three of them had to meet each other again, and they still had to say a few words in Mandarin. Duke Yan Sheng then solemnly asked: "May I ask if your prince is really here to study in Qi?"
"Of course not." Jia Cong said, "I'm here to investigate the case. The case is really important, but the criminal is not in Yan State. They are too busy and have no time, so they sent me here."
Duke Yansheng smiled unconsciously and said: "Your Majesty, there are thousands of rumors in the world, but seeing them once is better than hearing them a hundred times."
Shen Zhimo smiled and said, "Would you like to take a photo together?"
"Yes!" Jia Cong said, "Take a photo."
Kong Yunxian immediately said: "But the kind of paintings that look like real people hanging in Jia's horse shop?"
Jia Congxiao took out a piece of paper from her arms and handed it to him personally: "Here, this is the photo." Kong Yunxian took it and saw that it was a chubby female doll. "This is my daughter Miao Miao."
Kong Yunxian handed the photo to his father. Yan Shenggong saw that the child in the painting had bright eyes and was very cute. He couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's a blessing."
Jia Cong said proudly: "How cute! This is the photo. I have been in Qi for less than a month, and I don't miss her and her mother every day. Bringing the photos of their mother and daughter with me can relieve the pain of missing each other."
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Duke Yan Sheng returned the photo to him and said, "The State of Yan has produced many new things in recent years."
Jia Cong carefully collected the photos and said sternly: "Those new things are all beneficial to the people and will soon spread across the country. If you don't believe it, just wait and see. Once the world is divided, the people will immediately become valuable. Even such small things are not worth it."
A vassal state that is willing to work for the common people will not be able to retain its people. No matter whether it is scholars, farmers, industry or merchants, it will not be able to retain them."
Shen Zhimo took advantage of the situation and said: "Why don't Duke Yan Sheng go to the Yan Kingdom and have a look? I'm afraid the chaos in the Qi Kingdom won't be settled for a while. You might as well hide out and come back after they finish the fight. After the dust settles, no matter who is the winner,
You still hope that the Kong family will support him, right?"
Jia Cong said: "Children's words. Yanshenggong is the head of the clan and cannot travel far away at will."
Shen Zhimo muttered: "Sage Kong is still traveling around the world."
Liu Zhuang suddenly said: "If Yan Shenggong goes to the capital and gives a few lectures at the Hanlin Academy, Mr. Lin will accompany him, and Prime Minister Lin will lead General Jia and the regent to listen, he can also build up his momentum. Qi will follow Qi
The king, your highnesses, and the families we met in Qi all said that Yan was strong and Qi was weak. With Prime Minister Lin and Lao Shangshu as a cover, the King of Qi might not dare to mess around with borrowing books.
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"Hey, that's right!" Jia Cong climbed along the pole, "This idea is better than what I just thought."
Kong Yunxian hurriedly stood up and raised his hands: "May I ask what your prince has in mind?"
Jia Cong said: "I just think that since he wants to compile books, he is just copying them. It is better to ask him to send careful Confucian scholars to your house to copy them than to send ancient books to him."
Duke Yansheng smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid that King Qi may not be willing."
Jia Cong was secretly happy when he heard the word "King of Qi" he shouted so neatly, but his face didn't show it at all: "Mr. Kong really has no choice but to go to the capital and borrow the power of Lin Daiyu, the most powerful Confucian disciple in the world, Prime Minister of Yan State.
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Duke Yan Sheng glanced at him: "The most powerful Confucian disciple in the world, isn't he a prince?"
Shen Zhimo from Liuzhuang laughed in unison: "It's not him! It's Prime Minister Lin!" Shen Zhimo added: "Prime Minister Lin of Yan State has the final say." Jia Cong spread his hands.
Duke Yan Sheng thought for a moment and nodded decisively: "That's fine. I'll just go away for the sake of my Kong family's library."