I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

Such a person, can he really carry Da Song on his shoulders?

She waits and sees.

At the same time, Yelu walked out of the academy fearfully. He didn't need such a long time, but because Wang Zhidong needed time to separate from his body, he wasted some time.

"Your Majesty, the five Confucian and Taoist masters of the Song Dynasty were defeated by me one by one. What happened to the three counties and 43 states?" Yelu was full of fear and ambition.

Zhao Xin asked back, "You only won five rounds after six rounds of wheel battles. What are you in a hurry for?"

"Do I, Zhao Xin, seem like a person who doesn't keep his word?"

Yelu frightened and said directly: "I don't think there is any need to continue this last discussion. Even you, the strongest in the Song Dynasty, are not my opponents. Does the last cannon fodder still have any meaning to come out?" ?”

"It's just another addition to your shame book of Confucianism and Taoism in the Song Dynasty."

After defeating Zheng Linyuan, Yelu was very fearful and rebellious, and didn't take Zhengzhou seriously at all.

"Whether it is true or not, we will see tomorrow." Zhao Xin swung his sleeves heavily, breathing sharply.

Yelu's fearful attitude made him feel very depressed.

Yelu said disdainfully, "Then I'll come back to get back the things that belong to our Beimeng domain after all the dust settles tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Yelu turned around in fear and left.

Zhao Xin was so angry that he wished to summon Zhengzhou here now.

But after thinking about it, is it really appropriate to entrust the 43 prefectures of the three counties of the Great Song Dynasty on a young man who has not been involved in Confucianism and Taoism for a long time?

He couldn't help worrying.

Zhao Xin has no doubts about Zhengzhou's Confucianism and Taoism.

It is extraordinary to be able to climb to the top of the Confucianism Pagoda.

But...

Yelu Jiji is not an ordinary person.

When the two confronted each other, the pressure Zhengzhou was under was almost equivalent to putting the entire Song Dynasty on him.

Zhao Xin was afraid that Zhengzhou would not be able to withstand such a huge pressure.

Wang Wengong didn't think about it so much. He has been familiar with Zhengzhou's ability for so long in the Imperial College.

He doesn't seem to have studied the Confucian and Taoist classics.

But I have my own set of things in my heart, as long as I can play it out stably.

It is not a fantasy to defeat Yelu.

Now he is more curious about Zheng Linyuan's immediate reaction.

"After Mr. Zheng's defeat, why hasn't there been any change?" Wang Wengong finally couldn't hold back and asked.

So far, there are five people who have been defeated by Yelv Taki.

The first three had committed suicide because they could not bear the collapse of their beliefs.

Wang Wengong was also depressed for a whole night, and he just adjusted a little today.

Only Zheng Linyuan was an exception.

His expression was still leisurely, as if the discussion just now had never happened.

The reaction Wang Wengong imagined was completely different.

In Wang Wengong's view, for a person of Zheng Linyuan's status, after losing, his thoughts must be more exaggerated than theirs.

Although it is impossible to commit suicide directly like the first three, it should not be so indifferent.

Zheng Linyuan said: "Victory or defeat is just a moment of thought, and my defeat shows that the beliefs that have been held for a long time are not wrong."

"Things that are deliberately created will be seamless, and self-assertive beliefs will be full of loopholes."

"Weaknesses are also strengths, so why should I be bored?"

Hearing what Zheng Linyuan said, Wang Wengong was thoughtful, and he was keenly aware that what Zheng Linyuan said was of great help to him.

But he couldn't grasp this feeling.

He cares too much about victory or defeat in terms of utilitarianism, so it is difficult for him to be as calm as Zheng Linyuan.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go back first and tell Zhou'er what happened today." Zheng Linyuan didn't explain to Wang Wengong, and left directly.

Zhao Xin nodded, and said rather embarrassedly: "Then I will thank Uncle Zheng."

"This matter is of great importance, no matter what, Zhengzhou must agree!"

Zheng Linyuan nodded with his back, walked out of the Imperial College, and came to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

In the prime minister's mansion, Zheng Zhou is admiring the moon in the back garden, the rocking chair is dangling, Zheng Zhou is thinking whether the moon will fall and kill himself.

During this period of time, he failed to die many times, and he was already a little dazed.

At this time, Zheng Linyuan came over: "Zhouer, is this feeling for Yue?"

"It's no wonder that he was able to write a stunning masterpiece when he was passing on the Confucian Pagoda. As a father, he has already lost the patience to feel sorry for the moon."

Zheng Linyuan immediately licked it.

Zhengzhou: "Speak directly."

Zheng Linyuan said in embarrassment: "I want to trouble you with something."

It's hard to imagine this is the tone of a father speaking to his son.

Zheng Zhou was straightforward, got up and said, "It's not very convenient."

Now Zhengzhou is full of death, and has no time to do meaningless things with Zheng Linyuan.

Zheng Linyuan became anxious, and grabbed Zheng Zhou's arm: "Listen to me first."

Afterwards, Zheng Linyuan told Zhengzhou exactly what Yelu was afraid of.

After Zhengzhou heard this, he snorted coldly, "If you are not of the same race as me, your heart must be different, but what does this have to do with me?"

In fact, from the beginning to the end, Zhengzhou did not regard itself as a member of Confucianism and Taoism in the Song Dynasty.