"I can't sleep at night. I sit up and play the piano with thin curtains to see the bright moon. The breeze blows my solitary horn outside, and the flying birds sing in the northern forest. Where will I be when I wander around, worried and sad." Liu Qu looked at this poem seriously and read it again.
After several times, he burst out laughing, looked at the servant Zheng Yi in front of him, and said: "Is there anything wrong with this poem? I think it is very well written. It reads clearly and smoothly, but I can't write it anyway."
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Zheng Yi looked a little unhappy, and he said seriously: "Your Majesty, can this be regarded as a poem? The format is wrong, and it is useless. What's more, most of these poems are full of complaints. Nowadays, Taixue and Menzixue
There are more and more poems like this. These students, instead of studying the ways of saints, write rumors all day long that are dissatisfied with the temple and society. This kind of behavior should be severely punished!"
"The leader among them, called Ruan Ji, is studying in Taixue. His grades in Taixue are not very good. He drinks all day and violates the rules of Taixue. He also disrespects his teachers and beats his classmates. He does all kinds of evil and even carries
Some classmates and friends engage in these crooked ways all day long, and actually wrote seventy or eighty poems. Your Majesty, the so-called academic style must be correct, because the current academic style will affect the atmosphere of our home and country in the future!"
"What kind of decency would it be if students moaned all day long, complained about this and that, mocked the temple, and despised the emperor?? All of this was Zhong Changtong's fault. After Zhong Changtong was a servant of the household, he had many
He submitted a letter to allow people to open restaurants and wine shops on their own, which allowed people all over the world to do side jobs instead of doing their main business. Now, there are many huge wine shops in various places, with dancing girls singing these sexy poems and songs.
! There are also officials who come to admire it and take pleasure in it, how unbecoming it is!"
Zheng Yi said angrily.
When Liu Qu heard this, he was indeed very angry and frowned, "Is there such a thing? These bastards didn't even report it to me, my dear! Don't worry, I will definitely investigate this matter! If it is true,
In such a situation, I will not spare them!" Liu Qu said this, and Zheng Yi felt particularly happy. Who said that the emperor was irritable and ignorant? Look, what a wise emperor, Zheng Yi moved towards Liu Qu.
He paid his respects and left the palace happily.
"Alas, the rituals have collapsed and the music has collapsed." After walking out of the palace, Zheng Yi sighed helplessly. The Han Dynasty was obviously getting stronger and stronger, and the people were getting richer and richer, but this society was becoming more and more different from what Confucius said.
In the eyes of the ancient sages, during the prosperous ages, the common people worked peacefully without leaving their gates or interacting with each other. The princes and the emperor strictly abided by etiquette and laws. The emperor practiced benevolent government, the ministers were based on loyalty, and the elderly
Meat can be eaten, and the young ones can be taken care of.
Zheng Yi looked at the noisy world and fell into confusion. Three generations of emperors practiced benevolent government, and ministers were also talented. But why did the world gradually become different? The binding force of etiquette and law became weaker and weaker, and filial piety
Emperor Wu began to continuously strengthen etiquette, but by the time of these three emperors, it seemed to have returned to the way it was before Emperor Xiaowu. Women once again showed up, and even drank enthusiastically with men in wine shops.
The traders were not ashamed of being merchants and solicited customers loudly.
There were wine shops everywhere, and the scholars were singing and drinking for fun. The singers among them were playing distorted songs and singing obscene lyrics. Zheng Yi did not dare to listen seriously. He sat in the carriage and covered his ears tightly.
He was an honorable man, and he would not listen to evildoers. So he returned to the mansion, taught the children about their studies, and sat in the study for a long time. He was still a little resentful in his heart. He had to find a good friend to talk to.
After thinking carefully, he called his servants, prepared the carriage, and prepared to go to the mansion of his friend Wang Su. Zheng Yi had been taught by his father all his life, and he was rigid and behaved in a polite manner.
He also followed his father's teachings and maintained the friendship between gentlemen. He did not have many close friends. His only good friend was the current king's father, Wang Su. Wang Su was also a Buddhist scholar. When Zheng Xuan was alive, he was very concerned about this.
People liked him very much and thought that Wang Su was the only friend Zheng Yi could make.
When he arrived at the palace, he asked his servants to come forward and deliver his famous assassin. Soon, the door of the palace opened to welcome the distinguished guests. Wang Su stood helplessly at the door, waiting for Zheng Yi. Zheng Yi got off the carriage.
After greeting him, Wang Su reluctantly took Zheng Yi into his study. Wang Su's hands were still stained with ink. Apparently, he was still reading and writing just now. Zheng Yi walked into the study and saw that
I can't help but praise him for having such a collection of countless books.
"Ziping, what's your collection of books here?"
"No!" Wang Su replied simply and directly.
Zheng Yi was not annoyed. Wang Su's temperament had always been like this. He had seen a lot and was not surprised. The two of them were sitting in the study. Zheng Yi was the first to ask: "Ziping, what do you think of today's students?"
Wang Su didn't answer. He just looked at the bookshelves around him and sighed helplessly, "I was almost finished reading that book."
"Put your books away first! Tell me, what do you think of today's students?!" Even a gentleman like Zheng Yi was offended by Wang Su and asked angrily. Only then did Wang Su
She looked at him and said seriously: "I think they are all quite young."
Zheng Yi paused, then nodded, "Indeed, they are all still young. You may have read it. Those people call it Taixue Poems. Starting from Taixue, young people began to write some not so good ones.
Poetry, and some students actually started talking nonsense. A young man wrote a book called "Pre-Qin Ping Shuo Zhi". It was full of nonsense, saying that the emperor of Zhou led the soldiers and fought with the barbarians.
The chieftain battles for dozens of rounds!"
"Can Emperor Zhou know how to ride a horse?? And go out to fight in person?! This is simply nonsense. But books like this have become a trend, and people are reading them one after another. In wine shops like Xuxianyuan, there are still people who can tell about it.
The contents are becoming more and more exaggerated. There is also "The Biography of Huo Hou", which says that the champion Hou single-handedly killed one hundred thousand Huns and abandoned their armor. Every time I see this, I feel angry and itchy."
"In addition to these bastard books, there are also bastard poems and songs adapted from these poems. What do you think is going on in the world today?" Zheng Yi finally vented all the anger in his heart and said excitedly.
What he saw and heard, and Wang Su in front of him, did not have any anger on his face. Instead, his eyes widened and asked: "That's right. As the saying goes, where can I find these books?"
"You!!" Zheng Yi was about to curse. A gentleman's self-restraint allowed him to hold back his anger. He asked: "What do you think?? This kind of thing is tampering with history books. It is against the champions and the sages.
It's disrespectful. In addition, do you think this is appropriate for a dancer to dance lightly and sing a sultry tune all day long? You are not a little bit annoyed by the emphasis on poetry but on prose? Where have you read all your books??"
Wang Su's face suddenly became serious. You can scold Wang Su for anything, but you can't scold him for studying. Wang Su said seriously: "I heard from others that when some people study, books will be hidden in them."
The belly of the book allows him to quench his hunger, and when some people read, the books will be hidden in front of their eyes, blinding their sight. Now it seems that Mr. Zheng is probably the latter."
"Nowadays, with the printing technology, both poems and books can be spread quickly. I have even seen several private printing shops and even bookshops. The books you mentioned may not be that simple.
It is useless, although it is untrue, but it can make the people remember the achievements of the champions and other sages. If not, it is a folk entertainment. Isn't it better than throwing pots?"
"As for poetry, who can regulate it? "Poetry"?"
"Zheng Jun! Compared with your father, you are far behind." Wang Su said unceremoniously. Zheng Yi was speechless by the rebuttal. He asked angrily: "What if?
The common people of the Han Dynasty are obsessed with these things every day, and if they lose their warlike spirit and simplicity, the Han Dynasty will surely perish!"
"If the people of the Han Dynasty maintained a simple life every day, thinking about foreign enemies all day long, and could not sleep at night, then the Han Dynasty would perish. You can't ask others according to your own standards. Is the prosperity of the people enough? The so-called prosperity
, it’s just about being full and having clothes. But today’s prosperous age is not just about these. Why did the dancers and singers you mentioned appear? Because the people already have food and clothes, and they also try to make themselves happier.”
"If you insist that it is wrong for people to pursue these things, then forgive me for not sending them off. I will continue to read my book." Wang Su said, making a gesture of seeing off guests.
Zheng Yi was silent for a long time, and then a smile appeared on his face, "That's it, that's it. The reason why the ancient sages did not expect the prosperous age today is because in their era, the people could not fill their stomachs or obtain anything.
Clothes, therefore, in their eyes, the prosperous age is just the tops that the people can eat meat and wear. But now, the third generation of emperors has become this pursuit."
"Therefore, the people want more. In fact, we have surpassed those sages a long time ago." Zheng Yi seemed to be possessed and didn't know what was stuck in his body. Wang Su looked at him eagerly and said:
"Zheng Jun, if you can't think clearly, you might as well go for a walk and take a look, so that I can continue reading my book."
"Yes, you are right, thank you for clarifying my doubts!" Zheng Yi bowed to him, "We should indeed go out and take a look. This is a brand new prosperous age, a prosperous age that no wise man has ever expected. This
The etiquette and laws of the prosperous age should be determined by ourselves! However, before that, we still have to go and see for ourselves to understand what this new prosperous age is like. This will open up a avenue for future generations!"
Zheng Yi excitedly pulled Wang Su out of the study.
"I won't go! My book!! I haven't finished it yet!! Father!! Save me!!"
Wang Lang watched coldly as his child was pulled away by Zheng Yi and struggled desperately. The servant on the side stepped forward and asked: "My master, who is this?"
"Don't worry about him. Is there anyone willing to take this idiot out? This guy hasn't been out for several months."