I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

"Going south this time may not be easy." Zheng Linyuan sighed.

Changsun Wangqing was puzzled: "If the officers and soldiers of the Great Song Dynasty are exhausted, what troubles can there be?"

Zheng Linyuan said: "The form in the south is different from that in the north. Although Mount Tai has disappeared, there is a group of huge forces headed by the former dynasty and hundreds of schools. You don't understand, but you may understand after you go."

"Hundred schools of thought?" Changsun Wangqing reacted violently: "Haven't they already been wiped out?"

Zheng Linyuan said: "That's just on the surface. In fact, they have already taken root in the south. Naturally, there are reasons for me. The central and wide areas should not only be Confucianism and Taoism, and should not be like stagnant water. I have thought about the pros and cons of this. , I was quite nervous, but after hearing Zhou'er's words that day, I suddenly realized that what I did was not wrong."

"In this case, the south is probably a quagmire." Changsun Wangqing sighed, she didn't understand the situation of Song Dynasty, and she didn't have the chance to understand it.

When Da Songjian was alive, Zheng Linyuan was in charge of the court. She only needed to guard her one-acre three-point land, and other situations had nothing to do with her.

She also only occasionally heard that the south has been separated from the direct control of the Song Dynasty, that is to say, in fact, only a corner of the northwest is supported by taxes.

The south has long been governed independently under the deliberate instigation of hundreds of schools of thought, Liyou Daozong, and Changshengzong. Changsun Wangqing doesn't know what it looks like now.

"Yes, but there are countless opportunities." Zheng Linyuan said: "Don't forget, we still have Zhengzhou. Even if the sky is dark, Zhouer can still light up an oil lamp."

Changsun Wangqing thought of Zhengzhou's expression that seemed to be indifferent to everything, and her heart was rippling. If there is one person in this world who can make her believe in omnipotence, then this person can only be Zhengzhou.

This kind of thought and change in heart became clearer after Zhengzhou Lectra Sanqing Shengzong taught.

This matter came to an end for a while, and Changsun Wangqing suddenly remembered another matter and asked: "What should Wang Shouren in the prison do?"

Before the fall of Tokyo City, Zhao Xin wanted to get Wang Shouren to give up, but also to get revenge on him, so he didn't kill them all, and now Wang Shouren is still in the prison of Song Dynasty.

"Kill him directly?" Changsun Wangqing asked.

Zheng Linyuan shook his head: "I can't kill him, I still need him going south."

"Is there any secret behind him?"

Zheng Linyuan said: "Why do you think his parents died in the literary prison? I also found out at that time that Wang Shouren's parents are actually the legalists who are in power in the contemporary legalist orthodoxy. After they died, only Wang Shouren was left in the legalist orthodoxy , do you think it's important?"

Chapter 178 Zhao Xin is dead!

The eldest grandson Wangqing gasped. It was the first time she had heard of this secret. No wonder Zheng Linyuan valued Wang Shouren so much. It turned out that what Zheng Linyuan valued was not Wang Shouren's ability, but his background.

Since his parents are in authority in the legalist orthodox lineage, they can be regarded as a generation of sect masters, although at the moment when all schools of thought are withering, a mere legalist sect master is nothing.

But he couldn't help but his identity was indeed quite impressive.

If used properly, Wang Shouren will indeed become a perfect opportunity for them to take charge of the Legalists.

"Uncle Zheng, how many of the former schools of thought are left, and how many are still alive?"

Zheng Linyuan said: "I can't remember clearly, I haven't been to the south for too long, but I have reproduced all the classics collected by the royal family and distributed them. They should create new schools of thought based on the classics. Home."

The eldest grandson Wangqing murmured: "A new school of thought? I'm looking forward to it."

Zheng Linyuan suddenly stared at his eldest grandson Wangqing: "In fact, you also belong to a hundred schools of thought."

This was unexpected by Changsun Wangqing.

She never thought that she was also one of the hundreds of scholars.

Zheng Linyuan said: "Brother Gongbo is actually the successor of the military family of the various schools. In the entire Tokyo city or the power circle of the Song Dynasty, except for the Confucianism, only the military family has remained until now because of the invasion."

"Your father is the last generation of military masters. He never took any disciples in his life. You are his only hope, and the only hope of the military family. Do you still feel that you are far away from all schools of thought?"

After Changsun Wangqing heard it, she quickly realized it. It was only at this time that she realized that when her father taught the art of war and the way of controlling people, he often mentioned military strategists. good intentions.

While not putting any pressure on his eldest grandson Wangqing, he also allowed the military thinking to have a long history.

This is what benefits the country and the people!

"Uncle Zheng has something that I don't understand." The eldest grandson said Wangqing.

Zheng Linyuan said: "You ask."

"How many schools of thought are there?"

Zheng Linyuan smiled and said: "Zhuzi Baijia is just a general term, and there is no specific number. Everything you see actually has a hidden Tao behind it."

"Business has its way of business, industry has its way of engineering, and agriculture has its way of farming. These are the schools of thought that once led the glorious era of China and the Greater China region."

"My goal is to bring back the grand occasion of the various schools of thought."

"But aren't you a Confucian?"

Zheng Linyuan shook his head: "Predecessors thought it was a blessing for Confucianism to depose a hundred schools of thought and respect Confucianism alone, but in my opinion, the Tao of various schools of thought is my Confucian way, and there is no difference."

"The sea is open to all rivers, tolerance is great! If you stand on a wall, you can be strong without desire."

Changsun Wangqing will be difficult to digest for a while.

Zheng Linyuan changed to a simple way: "As long as it is suitable for the new dynasty, it is the Confucian way."

The eldest grandson Wangqing heard the words, and said jokingly: "No wonder all the emperors in the past dynasties like Confucianism."

Zheng Linyuan was not angry, and even said with a straight face: "Confucianism is originally the emperor's family, we don't need to be liked, the Confucianism I think, only needs to follow one word, 'suitable' is easy to be liked by the emperor."

The eldest grandson Wangqing shook her head and smiled. She couldn't understand what Zheng Linyuan was saying, and now her joy was gradually overshadowed by trivial matters. She pushed open the door of the secret room: "There are still many trivial matters to be dealt with tomorrow. Uncle Zheng, let's rest first."

Zheng Linyuan nodded, and hid in the darkness with his grandson Wangqing.

The next morning,

The news that Zhao Xin was beheaded at Caishikou spread like wildfire.

This is definitely the happiest day ever for the people of Song Dynasty.

Zhao Xin is not a fool in the absolute sense.

But he is not Mingjun either.

In turbulent times, ignorance is a mistake, a big mistake.

No one cares that a new dynasty is coming.

People only knew that Zhao Xin was going to die, and finally found a channel to express the pent-up anger in their hearts.

Zhao Xin sat in the prison van and was escorted to Caishikou. Zheng Linyuan and Zhengzhou father and son had once experienced the humiliation, and now it was Zhao Xin's turn to enjoy it.

And the treatment Zhao Xin enjoyed was far more terrifying than before.

He came all the way, and the people threw out everything they could throw.