Datang Fenghua Road

"Yes, yes, His Majesty said yes!" Xue Ying nodded again and again, with gratitude on her face.

At this time, Han Yue finally remembered something, and asked curiously, "You said earlier that you wanted to find that Confucian scholar to settle an account, so the conflict happened later?"

Xue Ying's face immediately flushed, and she said, "Your Highness forgive me, you also know that the villain is greedy for money. I owe many of my colleagues' lives, and I have to take care of their families. Just now I saw everyone spitting out hundreds of jars of fine wine, and I couldn't bear it. Just figure out how much it will cost.”

Han Yue was even more strange in his heart, and couldn't help but say: "When you attacked the Turks, you beheaded [-] enemies with one manpower. At that time, this king set a rule that one head would be [-] heads, so you should be rewarded with [-] heads... …”

"It's all spent!" Xue Ying snorted, her head drooping.

Han Yue was startled and said dumbfounded: "It's only been less than a year and a half, you spent all [-] passes?"

The speed at which he spends money seems to be more powerful than him.

Xue Ying's face became more and more swollen, but there seemed to be sparkles in his eyes, he suddenly let out a long breath, and said with a sad expression: "My subordinate has gone mad several times in his life, and there are tens of thousands of enemies who died at my hands, but the death There are also tens of thousands of comrades in my hands, alas, their wives and children..."

Han Yue stopped asking immediately, he already understood what Xue Ying said.

Killed tens of thousands of his own brothers and sisters, how many orphans and widows are left behind by these people?Let alone 54 guan, [-] may not be enough.

Xue Ying suddenly embarrassed and said in a low voice: "My subordinate is just because of lack of money, so I feel distressed when I see a high level of waste of alcohol. I'm as curious as a cat scratching my head, and I always want to know how much it cost to spit."

"What's so difficult about this?" Han Yue laughed, and after a little calculation in his heart, he immediately said: "A jar of wine is [-] catties high, and the price per catty is [-] yuan, so a jar is about [-] yuan, which is about [-] yuan. Guan. We sprayed about eight or nine hundred jars of high alcohol just now, which should add up to less than five thousand dollars..."

"Five thousand dollars!"

Xue Ying opened her mouth, wanting to say waste but not daring to.

Han Yue naturally saw what he was thinking, and smiled: "Although it costs a lot of [-] yuan, there are tens of thousands of people wandering in the store today. This king disinfected the entire place. I think the money is worth it."

Xue Ying swallowed her saliva and said cautiously, "The sum of this money is enough to buy two large cartons of herbs for that tuberculosis woman..."

Han Yue glanced at him and exhaled leisurely: "Yeah, I can buy two large carts of herbal medicines, but there is more than one tuberculosis patient in the Tang Dynasty. I spent these five thousand yuan to enhance the confidence of the people, so that they will no longer be afraid of tuberculosis in the future. "

Xue Ying was thoughtful, with a look of confusion on his face. He was a brave general, and he lacked understanding of these political affairs.

Han Yue suddenly said again: "Is it because of this trivial matter that you conflicted with Confucian scholars?"

Xue Ying nodded, then shook her head again, and said: "Ask him to settle accounts is just an introduction, the most important thing is that he insulted the couple and their subordinates. This little bastard... This kid is obviously clueless, but he pretends to be Talented posture, can't even calculate an account, it's really a waste of money to study."

These words involved Confucian beliefs, and the young man finally couldn't help speaking, his face flushed and retorted: "The way of reckoning is the lowly business of merchants. I have read Confucian poetry and books, and what I have learned is the way to govern the country and bring peace to the world."

There was still fear in his pupils, and the urine in his crotch had not dried up, but his little face was firm, and he said solemnly, "Only the ability to govern the country and bring peace to the world is the real skill. How can Confucian scholars learn the lowly way of businessmen?"

Han Yue laughed dumbly and said, "Is the way to settle accounts? This is the first time I've heard of it. Tsk tsk, the belief control of the Confucian sect is quite powerful. It's almost faster than that of Dongdu Buddha."

He glanced at the young man and continued: "You little baby is obviously afraid of Xue Ying, yet you dare to grit your teeth to refute his statement. It seems that the idea that reading can govern the country and the world is deeply rooted in your heart, and it would be very difficult to change it. Difficult?"

The boy hurriedly puffed out his chest and said loudly, "Am I right?"

He was injured by Xue Ying just now, and the corners of his mouth were still stained with blood he spat out. However, when it comes to religious debates, he has the fighting spirit as if he had been beaten with blood.

Even if the other party was the famous King Zhao of the West Palace, the young man felt that he had to argue with him. For the glory of Confucianism, why should he die?

Han Yue laughed again, shook his head slightly and said, "I can't say you're wrong, reading is still useful after all."

"Then what does Your Highness mean?"

Han Yue gave him a deep look, and suddenly pointed out: "You Confucians have said that if you want to govern the country and the world, you must first cultivate one's body and family. What is self-cultivation and family harmony? Then cultivate your own morals."

The young man's eyes were stunned, and he vaguely felt that this statement was different from what his master taught.

Han Yue went on to say: "When a person's character and morality have improved, and he has the ability, then he can consider doing some big things. But it can't be regarded as governing the country and the world, and being able to govern a county is very important. nice..."

The teenager opened his mouth to refute, but suddenly felt that his knowledge could not refute the other party.

Han Yue laughed, patted the boy on the shoulder meaningfully, and said earnestly: "Remember, if you don't sweep a house, why sweep the world? If you want to become a great person who has contributed to the country, you can't just learn Confucianism, you have to master comprehensive Sexual knowledge! What's wrong with the way of businessmen? What's wrong with letting you settle accounts? These are people's livelihood and food. If you don't know anything about it, how will you manage it if you are given a county government in the future?"

The boy said: "I can invite staff!"

Han Yue snorted and said, "What if they lied to you?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, his face at a loss.

The impact of Han Yue's words today was too great for him to adapt for a while.

At this moment, someone in the audience shouted sharply and said furiously, "King Zhao of the West Palace, how dare you disturb academics? Although my Confucian sect bows its head to cooperate with you, I cannot back down when it comes to academics. I want to discuss it with you. , merchants, untouchables, common people, poor people, they are only fit to be governed, they cannot govern a country..."

Chapter 554 Yan Shigu Helps Han Yue Slap Confucianism in the Face

Han Yue heard the sound and looked at it, and saw a middle-aged Confucian scholar walking in.

The young man let out a joyful sound, ran up to meet him and said, "You can count as a teacher, my disciple seems to be disturbed by His Highness's magic words."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled proudly, and said: "It's okay, my Confucian school has great righteousness, let's see it as a teacher and a prince discussing the Tao, you can listen to it, and your mind will be clear immediately."

He cupped his hands and gave Han Yue a Confucian salute. Although he gave the salute, he was still proud and said, "Your Highness, please discuss the Tao..."

However, Han Yue turned around and left, leaving him with the back of his head.

The middle-aged Confucian scholar opened his mouth. Before he came, he had predicted all the possible situations. He wanted to rely on his tongue to compete with Han Yue. The Taoist crashed to death here.

However, he never thought that the other party would not give him a chance, but turned around and walked away, as if he was just a ball of air.

"Your Highness, stay here..."

The scholar suddenly opened his mouth, and now he is in trouble, so he can only provoke again, and hurriedly said: "I am Zhang Xuefeng of the Confucian sect, and I live in the Imperial Academy. His Highness insulted the Confucian sect just now. I want to fight with you."

Han Yue sneered, and said coldly: "I'm talking nonsense with you, am I tired?"

Leaving Confucian scholars aside, he walked slowly all the way away, but said hey a few times, mockingly said: "This king is tens of millions in a second, how can I have the time to discuss with you? If it is your little apprentice Forget it, he is still young, and I can teach him if he is soft-hearted. But you are a middle-aged Confucian scholar... Hey, you don’t understand the past, go back to the Imperial College to study and die!"

The Confucian scholar was slightly startled, then burst into anger and shouted: "Your Highness, you actually said that reading the Book of Sages is waiting for death?"

Although Han Yue held great power, the scholar was not afraid at this moment.

At this moment, I heard an old voice not far away, and sighed: "What he said is absolutely right, if the Confucian school reads like you do, then you really have to wait to die, and you don't even have to wait. If you die, you should directly commit suicide. If your knowledge is done like this, it is better to die and simply…”

Another voice interface, also very old, solemnly said: "It is true, just die!"

These two voices made everyone in the room stunned. The middle-aged scholar Zhang Xuefeng was full of anger, turned his head and said, "Which old immortal is talking nonsense..."

He hadn't finished a single "word" when his face suddenly changed color with panic, he didn't dare to say the words anymore, his whole body trembled.

But seeing two old men walking slowly in the crowd, the one on the left had an odd look on his face, all the hair on his head fell out, and looking at his trembling walking posture, one of them was not afraid of falling to the ground. Some are too big, even bigger than Pei Ju, the minister of Dali Temple.

The man on the right is not young either, looking at his old face, he must be in his early sixties at least, but he is still no better than the old man on the left.

The two old men walked over slowly, and the old man with the bald hair suddenly opened his mouth to smile, revealing his mouth that had no teeth. He smiled and said to the scholar, "You are right, the old man is indeed an immortal."