"You... say such words, it's still insulting your family!"

Wang Hua continued to roar at Wang Shouren unwillingly: "Since Xunzi became a saint, Cheng Zhu became a saint, and he had to enjoy the Confucius Temple...How can you..."

Before Wang Hua could finish his words, Wang Shouren interrupted sternly: "I'm wrong again!"

"..." Wang Hua's body trembled. He looked at his son who was so excited that he could not stop him. However, he saw Wang Shouren saying loudly: "Who can tell Cheng Zhu is saint if Confucius and Mencius are not alive?"

“…”

Wang Hua tried hard to support the desk with his hands.

Cheng Zhu is not a saint...

Cheng Zhu is not a saint...

"But all scholars in the world recognize Cheng Zhu!" Wang Hua blew his beard. If it weren't for his child, he would have been beaten to death long ago.

Wang Shouren smiled and said with a big smile: "Haha, it's still wrong. Scholars think he is a saint, are they saints? I am also a scholar. Can I carry my teacher into the Confucius Temple if I think Fang Jifan is a saint? Is the saint a saint a saint? If the saint is dead, the saint does not call him a saint, what qualifications does he have to think of himself as a saint?"

Wang Hua pointed at Wang Shouren with his eyes wide open: "You..."

Wang Shouren continued: "But the saint believed that Shennong tasted hundreds of herbs, so he believed that Shennong was the ancestor. He dared to ask Shennong who did not know Cheng and Zhu, or even did not understand the Analects of Confucius, and did not know what it was. So, why did Saint Kong worship Shennong?"

“…”

"Cangjie didn't understand what the Four Books and Five Classics are, and he didn't know what the Analects of Confucius is, but why did Saint Confucius regard him as a sage?"

“…”

"The achievements of Yao and Shun's staying only were the water control, and he had never read Cheng Zhu. So why did Saint Confucius think they were sages?"

“…”

"This is because they implemented benevolent policies. They were benevolent and virtuous, and were quick to act, and saved countless people. What they did when they bowed and bowed, was enough to spread throughout the ages. Even the Saint Confucius lamented themselves as if they were not as good as they were, and they admired them very much. What Confucius praised them was not because they wrote books and studied how much knowledge they had studied, but because they controlled water, treated them, and created words to benefit their ancestors. This is the true sage. But holding an Analects of Confucius, I read it all day long, and I have been deafing the truth outside the window for ten years. Isn't it ridiculous? Can the saints worship such people? "

"Have the sages ever regarded those corrupt scholars as their predecessors? The simplest way is that you don't need to study the so-called Confucian principles at all. You only need to know that the sage advocates benevolence, righteousness and etiquette. This is enough. The unity of knowledge and action is the first priority. Whether it is a great benevolent government or a small help to others, these are all virtues. Father, you are wrong, you are very wrong. There are 30,000 books in the Wang family's study, but in my opinion, it is useless to keep one Analects of Confucius, and others are just misleading!"

Wang Hua was stunned.

He scolded, "A evil beast." After that, he raised the inkstone on the desk and wanted to knock it down. He raised his hand halfway, but he hung in the air with tears in his face, unable to fight.

This is my own flesh and blood.

Tears were flooding, falling from Wang Hua's eyes. He choked speechlessly. Finally, his hands drooped weakly, and the inkstone also fell to the ground, with a clang, split into two.

"You... are so disappointed to your father." Wang Hua choked up and did not dare to cry, for fear that the crying would cause his father to lose his last bit of majesty.

After saying that, he turned around in a daze and staggered out of the study room.

But as soon as Wang Hua left the study, he suddenly rushed towards the kitchen, and directly raised a kitchen knife!

I saw him holding a kitchen knife, his eyes were red, and his winged hat on his head was also crooked when he was down, looking disheveled.

When the manager of the mansion saw him, he hugged him in the waist and shouted in shock: "Master, Master, what's wrong with you? What's wrong... Come on, come on."

Wang Hua's tears were flooding, his eyes became brighter and redder. Obviously, he was a gentleman, always far away from the kitchen, so the knife in his hand was dancing in the void without rules. He had always been well-educated, but his face was full of ferociousness: "Fang Jifan..."

He yelled at the sky: "I, Wang Hua, want to tear you into pieces. You mislead others' children and you harm my son. You are worse than pigs and dogs. You are no different from animals..."

…………

Fang Jifan, who was at home, suddenly sneezed and subconsciously touched his nose.

It was evening. Just after dinner, a group of students gathered together, like stars holding the moon, and praised him with no stinginess to how profound his knowledge was.

As for the ancients, except for things that are indescribable, there was no entertainment. Therefore, they had enough food and drink, and had a pair of fragrant tea in their hands. When they arrived in the hall, they were praised by the stars of their disciples. This life was actually quite comfortable.

But this sneeze made Fang Jifan always rub his sore nose and rub his sour nose. He felt a little strange and sighed, "It seems that someone scolded me? Or is something going on?"

But at this moment, the door rushed in anxiously: "Not good, no good, young master, someone came from the palace, someone came..."

Fang Jifan suddenly became angry... and knew something was wrong.

Why does it look like... there are always people who have a grudge against me, who will provoke whom? This is.

At this time, something must have happened to the people in the palace. It’s dark now. As soon as it gets dark, the palace gate will be closed. If something is not a big deal, what can’t be left until tomorrow?

Sure enough, an eunuch was walking in quickly and walked to Fang Jifan panting, looked at Fang Jifan, and immediately said, "Xinjian Bo, Empress, please invite him."

“…”

Empress?

In the middle of the night, the empress asked me to go?

Fang Jifan felt that the eunuch was teasing him.

"Which empress?"

The eunuch had a stern face: "Two empresses."

Two? That is the Empress Dowager and Empress Zhang...

Fang Jifan was even more confused.

He didn't dare to neglect anything. Something happened. Sure enough, the two empresses summoned each other in the middle of the night. It was so unusual that they would see a ghost if nothing happened.

He did not hesitate and hurriedly followed the eunuch to the Meridian Gate. However, at this time, the Meridian Gate was closed, and the guards on the city tower hung a basket.

Fang Jifan pulled the long rope on the basket, and was alert. He couldn't help but look at the eunuch beside him and said, "You won't harm me, are this rope firm? Forget it, I am a loyal minister, and I'm not afraid of death."

He gritted his teeth and got on the basket and was hung into the palace.

I was led all the way to the warm room.

Warm cabinet?

In the middle of the night... Your Majesty hasn't gone back to rest? But wasn't the two ladies summoned? How did you come to the warm house?

I saw that the outside of the warm pavilion was already brightly lit.

The three Grand Secretary of the Cabinet are also here, with his face tense, his hands behind his back, and sighing.

Xiao Jing and a few eunuchs were on the other side, taking care of the Empress Dowager carefully.

Empress Zhang and Zhu Houzhao stood together, and Zhu Houzhao looked sad.

In addition, there are Zhang Heling, the Shouning Hou, and Zhang Yanling, the Jianchang Bo.

As for the others, they gave birth to the face, but since Shouning Hou and Jianchang Bo were both here, I think the others were all relatives.

It was midnight, what's the point?

As soon as he saw Fang Jifan coming, people suddenly gathered around him.

This attitude scared Fang Jifan.

Xie Qian was impatient. When he saw Fang Jifan, he sternly said: "Fang Jifan, what happened when His Majesty went to the West Mountain last time?"

"What?" Fang Jifan was confused. What does this mean?

Xie Qian stared at Fang Jifan, beating his chest and stumbled and said, "Your Majesty has been to Xishan last time. After he came back, he has lost his appetite and has no appetite for anything. It has been half a month since he was worried and sick. Eunuch Xiao said that after he was sent to Xishan, this has happened. I asked you to come today to ask you what happened?"

Fang Jifan's heart skipped a beat.

Have you become sick with worries?

Such poor psychological quality?

No way?

He subconsciously said, "It has nothing to do with me, I did nothing."

“…”

Suddenly, it became quiet.

Then, Liu Jian looked at Fang Jifan meaningfully and said, "No one said it was related to you just now. He just asked about Xishan. Since he didn't ask, why did you deny it?"

"I..." Fang Jifan thought to himself, I'm ripping.

Looking at countless eyes, staring at him like a wolf, Fang Jifan felt a little scared.

Does Your Majesty have no appetite to eat?

Could it be that it has something to do with Zhang Xin? When he thinks of that guy's foot binding cloth, he is really disgusted now. Well, it is very likely that it is.

No, I want to protect him and never confess him, after all, I am a good person.

Taking a deep breath, Fang Jifan said: "Eunuch Xiao should be aware of this."

Everyone looked back and looked at Xiao Jing.

Xiao Jing hurriedly said, "I only know the general idea."

This guy is very good at shirking responsibility.

Fang Jifan had no choice but to say, "Maybe Your Majesty is infected with the cold."

Xiao Jing immediately said: "The imperial doctor has seen it and said that there is no sign of illness in the dragon body."

"Your Majesty has no appetite and doesn't want to eat?" Fang Jifan couldn't help asking.

Everyone nodded.

Well, that must be Zhang Xin, it must be. Alas, I have to protect Zhang Xin, otherwise he will die.

Fang Jifan thought a little bit in his heart, feeling that his neck was a little cold. Don’t have any problems, it will kill people.

Fang Jifan thought about it and had to say, "Maybe the imperial meal made by the imperial chef is too unpalatable?"

"Huh?" Queen Zhang stared at Fang Jifan. Everyone has been anxious these days, but it is better not to spread the matter outside the box, so it is just a group of people in the palace who are jumping.

The reason why Fang Jifan was called was because he had become like this since His Majesty came from the West Mountain. Although Queen Zhang repeatedly asked His Majesty what happened, His Majesty never said it.

Now Fang Jifan has raised the question of imperial meals. Although Queen Zhang thinks the answer is simple, after Fang Jifan said this, the answer is a bit unreliable, but it may not be in the same direction.

"Or..." Fang Jifan said: "A new deer came to my family. Ask a chef to cook it well, send it to the palace to change the taste of His Majesty?"
Chapter completed!