i really have no talent

Chapter 15
Above the hall of the Ye Mansion, Ye Sucheng's emotions gradually calmed down. The more he got in touch with, the more satisfied he was with the grandson in front of him.

At the same time, he also likes the little girl Ye Wugou very much. Although she has a naughty personality, it is better for a child to have more nature.

"Wushuang, would you like to talk about the phrase 'A gentleman should focus on his foundation, and his foundation will lead to the creation of Dao'?"

Ye Sucheng asked while sitting, stroking his white beard.

Ye Wushuang smiled when he heard that, and then thought that when he talked with the great Confucian Canghai in Lehu, his first sentence of comparison was also this sentence.

After pondering for a moment, he opened his mouth to answer: "This, the foundation of being a human being, can also be called the foundation..."

Combined with his two lifetimes, Ye Wushuang expressed his feelings. Ye Sucheng listened to him, and then kept nodding, with a smile on his face all the time. He was shocked by his grandson's ideological realm and worried about his future prospects.

"Government is based on Taoism, punishment is based on justice, virtue is based on Taoism, and propriety is used in harmony..."

Ye Sucheng waited for Ye Wushuang to finish his answer, then nodded without commenting, and then continued to ask questions.

"Punishment is the foundation of virtue, and virtue is the pursuit of punishment. With both punishment and morality, the future can be expected."

"........."

Ye Sucheng was startled, and stood up from his chair. Since ancient times, all emperors have been ruled by the law of kings, supplemented by criminal law, and ruled by virtue. This is the way of emperors and ministers.

However, this grandson of his said something astonishing.

Seeing his grandfather like this, Ye Wushuang knew in his heart that after all, these words were indeed a shock to him. This is the difference between the rule of man and the rule of law, and it is also a kind of cultural imprisonment.

"From now on, you can't say such things in front of outsiders."

"it is good."

"Um……"

Seeing this, Ye Sucheng stopped thinking about making comparisons.

Coincidentally, Ye Wugou acted like a baby in the old man's arms, complaining that he was hungry, and the old man just took advantage of this to end.

The old butler just came back at this time, and at the same time, there was a group of people behind him, carrying various kitchen utensils in their hands.

Seeing this, Ye Sucheng said: "Old Gu, take a few masters to the kitchen. If you need any ingredients, you can pick them up yourself. You must give me more money..."

"Master, remember it."

"Go."

……

"Wugou, good boy, there will be delicious food later, it will definitely make your tongue roll..."

Ye Sucheng teased the little girl, his face was full of happiness, and the doting in his eyes almost overflowed.

"Sir, the princes and lords in the palace are here..."

While enjoying the family happiness, a young man outside the door came to report. Ye Sucheng restrained his smile when he heard this, and said, "Since you are a visitor from the palace, you must not neglect it, pass it on quickly!"

"........."

The boy went out in response, Ye Wushuang was about to pull the naughty little girl to avoid him, but was stopped by Ye Sucheng.

"There are some things that you have to come into contact with sooner or later. Let's start from today. If you don't object, I hope that you will inherit the things that your father has not finished..."

"grandfather……"

"Sit down..."

"Yes……"

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang couldn't bear to see the disappointment in the old man's eyes, turned around and sat down again, and at the same time waved to summon the maid outside the door, and took the little girl Ye Wugou to another place to play.

"Old Madam Fu, I haven't seen you for a few days, you look great!"

"Hehe, thank you, Eunuch Wang, for your compliment... Please sit down."

Before the person arrived, the voice came in. Ye Wushuang supported the old man to stand up, and after inviting him to sit down, Ye Wushuang stood behind his grandfather knowingly.

"Oh? Old Madam Fu, this is?"

"Oh~ look at my memory, Wushuang, I have come to meet the famous people beside His Majesty, Wang Yongnian, the head of the palace, Wang Gonggong..."

"Wushuang, I have seen the prince..."

"Young master, you are being too polite, and you will ruin the servant's house."

Wang Gonggong just glanced at Old Master Ye, listened to Ye Sucheng's words, and then observed the appearance of the two people. They were at least seventy similar. He couldn't help but think of 30 years ago, when Ye Gong had a rebellious only son, and then he suddenly felt something in his heart. Clearly.

After some politeness, the prince explained the purpose of coming, and sent the 500-year-old ginseng bestowed by Emperor Xia, and then chatted with Ye Sucheng about the daily routine.

But at this time, Ye Sucheng was also uncharacteristically, not only did not keep silent about these things, but also talked about Ye Wushuang's father, Ye Bianyun's childhood fun, and at the same time smiled and compared Ye Wushuang.

Wang Gonggong secretly remembered that after staying at the mansion for half an hour, he offered to bid farewell when he saw that it was getting late, and he already had some calculations in his heart.

Ye Sucheng was polite, and asked to keep him for dinner, but Wang Gonggong found an excuse to push him away. In the end, Ye Sucheng asked Ye Wushuang to send Wang Gonggong to the door, and it was over.

"I thought you would hate these things, but I didn't expect your performance, but it was a bit beyond my expectation. If your father was half of you back then... well, forget it..."

"........."

Ye Wushuang comforted a few words, and the old butler brought Ye Wugou from the backyard, and at the same time came to inform the two of them to have dinner.

After dinner, Ye Sucheng brought Ye Wushuang into the study.

In an entire room, there are all kinds of books, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as a huge house.

"Most of these books are solitary ancient books, and they are collected by hundreds of schools. If you like it, you can come here often to read it. If you like it, take it. Sooner or later, this place will be yours..."

Ye Sucheng patted Ye Wushuang's hand and said with a sigh.

Walking to the desk, after both of them were seated, Ye Sucheng said straight to the point: "This time the Four Kingdoms Literature Fair, you must understand that it is different from the usual ones. This time, above the Literature Fair, not only It is a contest within the four countries, and it is also a battleground for the interests of the four countries. It is also time for all schools of thought to place bets.

The heroes from each state capital of the four countries are the chess pieces of the four countries, and the people who hold the chess are the kings of the four countries and the hundreds of families behind them. "

Ye Sucheng said, Ye Wushuang listened, but he was a little surprised. He thought that his grandfather would tell him something, but he did not expect to reveal these things to him.

Ye Wushuang nodded, and Ye Sucheng continued to speak: "With my injuries, I don't know how long I can live. If I'm lucky, it may be a few years, maybe ten years. Next, the situation in the four countries will not be as peaceful as before. It will take a long time, and it will explode sooner or later. At that time, you have to look farther and at the same time, you must also see clearly. Don't be like your father, just want to be an idle person. How can my son of the Ye family live so mediocrely... ..."

"The imperial courts of the Four Kingdoms, the various schools of thought, and the Sanman Gudi, etc., among these forces, there will be a change..."

"One more thing, you have to be very careful... Forget it, you won't understand what I'm telling you now. If the time comes, I can protect you guys with my old face."

"Grandpa, grandson remember..."

Ye Wushuang nodded, then said solemnly.

In the past few years, he has also been using some of the things he got from the system to cultivate his own power. Ye Nan is just one of the methods he uses to cultivate it.

And according to the information collected by these forces under his hands, there has always been a mysterious force lurking in the four kingdoms, like a loach mixed in the mud, which makes people not see it clearly, but can catch it Some traces, which amuses him.

Now, knowing this from his grandfather, Ye Wushuang also understands that the old man in front of him may have understood or guessed something, but he has his own thoughts, and he didn't tell Ye Wushuang explicitly, but asked him to see it himself. To think about it is also to let him walk a path of his own, after all, jade is not polished, and it is useless.

However, Ye Wushuang could also feel that in the days to come, the situation of the whole world might change a lot.

For this, Ye Wushuang is not afraid. First, he has systematic help. Second, for so many years, even his own strength has not been fully displayed, but he is confident that even the big A cultivator in the realm of a master is nothing more than the power of a palm in his hands.What's more, in his hands, he also mastered three forces.

If there are really people who are not open-eyed and want to come against him, then he doesn't mind using it to build his reputation.

By candlelight, the grandfather and grandson discussed some purely literary things, and exchanged views on some chapters in "The Analects of Confucius". The conversation between the two made Ye Sucheng understand this strange grandson better. , At the same time, I was also lamenting my grandson's talent for learning.

I dare not say it since ancient times, but for nearly a thousand years, his talent is absolutely unique.

"Wushuang, your knowledge, grandpa has a solid foundation in his mind now, but his eyes are still blackened by the practice of cultivation, you can show it to grandpa."

"Good grandpa, when I was in Chuzhou, my father also invited some Taoist practitioners to teach, so my grandson knows a thing or two about the practice."

"That's good……"

"Grandpa, keep an eye on it."

As Ye Wushuang said, he retreated to an empty corner of the study, and then patted the sword, the long sword was unsheathed, and there was a sword cry, but the momentum was restrained by an unknown amount.

The sword moves, the body dances, and there is an aura in vain in the study. The flames and candles on both sides are waving with the wind, and between the opening and closing of the sword, there is a great righteousness.

"it is good!"

Although Ye Sucheng is old and has been seriously injured recently, he is a master of the master realm after all, and his eyesight is still there. Naturally, he can see the subtleties of Ye Wushuang's sword at a glance, and also feel the power of his sword. It belongs to the innate zhenqi of innate masters.

Ye Wushuang is also quite well-intentioned. In order not to expose his true strength, he only used the strength of the innate peak realm. At the same time, the sword moves he is using at this moment are also a set that he felt and realized when he was observing the Analects of Confucius. The innate gentleman's sword.

After performing a set of sword moves, the smile on Ye Sucheng's face never disappeared. Although his only son did not fulfill his expectations, at this moment, he even wanted to praise his son.

The grandson sent to me is almost as if he was born to take over his class. Not only is his literary talent outstanding, but his cultivation talent is also at the top of today's geniuses.

"Come on, wipe off your sweat with silk, and go out with me tomorrow to meet some old friends, what do you think?"

"Grandson listens to grandpa's arrangement."

"Okay, tomorrow I will take you out to see the world. At the same time, I will also let those old people see and see. They always laughed at me when we met before. I see how they will laugh tomorrow..."

Ye Sucheng smiled, and Ye Wushuang pushed the wheelchair behind, listening to the old man talking about some trivial matters.

Maybe it's because no one confides in the words that have been accumulated for decades, but now that someone is with them, they all poured out at Ye Wushuang.

But listening to grandpa's trivial words, Ye Wushuang not only didn't feel bored, but listened with great interest, and could occasionally add a sentence.

(End of this chapter)