Daqin: Bear children tell stories, emperors beg to shut up

The great elder of the Mo family sneered, a little gloating.

There was no expression on Tianzong's pretty face, and he said softly: "Except for Confucianism, who can do such extreme things?"

"Haha, there is a good show to watch this time."

The great elder of the Mo family chuckled lightly, his eyes sparkling.

Among the various schools of thought.

The power and number of sects are very different.

Among them, the one with the least number of sects was Guiguzi, which had already been disbanded.

He accepts apprentices in stages, usually only two people.

For example, the sword (acfh) saint and the master who fell on the coast of the East China Sea.

Among them, the sect with the largest number of people, Confucianism should be the first!

Since the Great Qin ruled the world, more and more scholars admired Confucianism.

In the territory of Great Qin alone, there are hundreds of thousands of Confucian scholars.

Among other Central Plains dynasties, there are countless scholars and scholars.

vaguely.

Confucianism is like the son of destiny chosen by the long river of time, blooming its unique brilliance in every place in the Kyushu continent.

Also.

Confucianism is also the most stubborn and persistent sect.

All because of one of the most influential concepts in the Confucian school.

"Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want. You can't have both, and those who sacrifice their lives for righteousness!"

This is the strongest and most terrifying aspect of Confucianism.

They have never been afraid of death, nor are they afraid of death.

They showed the spirit of "hearing the Tao in the morning, but dying in the evening", they did not fear imperial power, life and death, they only lived for the Dao, and they also died for the Dao.

but!

After many years of evolution.

Confucianism has long since changed its appearance.

Except for a very small number of shrewd and enlightened Confucians, the vast majority of Confucian scholars have gradually become stubborn and stubborn.

If they failed to achieve their goals, they vowed not to give up. They used this as a threat and time as a bet. No matter whether it is ten years or a hundred years, even if it is passed down from generation to generation, they must achieve their goals.

The most typical example is the eldest son Fusu!

In order to let Daqin implement the concept of enfeoffment system, some Confucian scholars put their ideas on the eldest son Fusu, seeing that he could not win the government if he was shaken.

He had been brainwashed for decades until Fusu couldn't change even if he wanted to.

This is the horror of Confucianism.

And today.

Their appearance will never simply end.

"what happened?"

Upstairs in Xianyang City, Ying Zheng's face was a little ugly.

Today can be regarded as a day of great joy.

Han Xin won the victory and returned to the court, won Chang'an's famous reputation, coupled with the active participation of various schools of thought, it can be described as three blessings.

Ying Zheng planned to celebrate in Xianyang City.

Have fun with the whole city and with the people.

But those thousands of people dressed in sackcloth and filial piety immediately made him lose interest.

"Your Majesty, those people seem to be Confucian scholars."

Zhao Gao squinted his eyes, watched from a distance, turned his head and said respectfully.

"Confucian scholars? What are they going to do?"

Ying Zheng glanced at some Confucian scholars standing beside him.

The faces of those people were also very pale.

They had figured out what was going on.

"Could it be!? Our head of Confucianism..."

"No! The master is a strong man at the peak of the Heavenly Human Realm, how could he lose?"

"That's impossible? Didn't Guiguzi, the old monster who lived for hundreds of years, also die in battle?"

"This……"

The breathing of the Confucian courtiers gradually increased.

Hundreds of schools like Mohism and Taoism came here. They wanted to enjoy the melons and watch the show, but in the end they ate the melons on their own heads.

talking room.

The Confucian funeral team has arrived outside the city gate.

The first person is the new head of Confucianism.

His eyes were already red from crying, with blood glaring in his tears, he raised his head hoarsely, and shouted with the loudest voice: "Your Majesty, the nineteenth prince won Chang'an, insulted my sect, and killed my sect master, this is a great shame! I hope that His Majesty will hand over the nineteen princes to set the record straight!"

"I hope that His Majesty will hand over the nineteenth prince to set the record straight!"

Thousands of Confucian elders knelt down one after another, shouting in unison, and their voices resounded through the sky.

What's even more frightening is that there is a will to die in their voices!

In other words.

When these Confucian scholars came here, they didn't want to leave alive!

They want to sacrifice their lives for righteousness!

The expressions of the people at the gate of Xianyang City gradually became serious.

"Trouble! Confucianism is tricky. They are not afraid of death. What can you do?"

"The influence of the Confucian sect spread across many dynasties in the Central Plains. If this matter is not handled well, our Great Qin will easily fall into a passive position."

"Yeah, how dare the nineteenth prince kill even the head of the Confucian school?"

Many people couldn't help thinking of ways to win Chang'an.

Confucianism is like a powder keg, how dare he blow it up if something happens!

If it is not handled well, it will indeed be very troublesome.

All the scholars retreated to the side one after another, quietly watching this good show.

They also wanted to see how the first emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty and the unseen nineteenth prince Ying Chang'an would handle this matter.

119 Li Si's thoughts were exposed, and the first emperor was about to burn books and confuse scholars! (3/5, please subscribe!)

Xianyang Palace, Grand View Garden.

Summer is approaching, it is already noon, and there is a dry heat in the air.

In the distance, some sparse cicadas were looming, as if cheering and celebrating the arrival of summer.

Under the pear tree in the garden.

Ying Chang'an was lying on the rocking chair, swaying leisurely~ swaying.

Lu Pheasant sat on the side, with a dusty temperament, wearing a white dress like a fairy princess in the moon palace.

With her slender legs folded, Qianqianyu held a cattail fan in her hand, and was carefully fanning Ying Chang'an.

"Oh, it's better to be at home."

Close your eyes and rest your mind in Chang'an, feeling the oncoming breeze, with a woman's fragrance lingering at the tip of your nose, just like being in a peach blossom garden.

Lu Zhi smiled and asked, "Where did you go before?"

Winning Chang'an disappeared inexplicably before.

Lu Zhi didn't close his eyes for several days and nights, and he didn't eat any water or rice.

If there was any trouble, she would think that Ying Chang'an had returned.

Those few days.

It can be said that Lu's pheasant lives like a year.

"Want to know?"

Ying Changan opened his eyes, the big black eyes were very agile.

"Of course I do."

The simple Lu Zhi nodded.

"Hey hey, I won't tell you!"

Ying Changan smiled mischievously.

"you!"

"Humph!"

Lu Zhi bit her lip, her pretty face was flushed with pink.

Ying Chang'an didn't speak any more, looking at the white clouds floating in the sky, a charming and moving figure appeared in front of his eyes.

"Let her do that thing, she should start to act soon, and I don't know how she is."

He murmured secretly in his heart.

"Young master, are you thinking about your sister again?"

Lu Zhi blinked his eyes.

"Yeah, I don't know when I can come back."

Ying Chang'an nodded generously in recognition.

He's just a kid.

There is no need for intrigue, and there is no need to create any sense of mystery.

"..."

Lu Zhi didn't speak, but nodded silently.

She also misses it a little bit.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, are you there Your Highness?"

At this time, a voice suddenly came from outside the courtyard.

"Sir?"

Lu Zhi looked back and asked.

Ying Changan nodded: "Go."

Lu Zhi put down the cattail fan in his hand, stood up from the wicker chair, and walked towards the door.

Against the background of the white dress, the slender and graceful figure can be seen at a glance, like a goddess.

After opening the door, Li Si hurried over, wiped the sweat from his brow, and saluted respectfully: "My minister, Li Si, has seen His Highness!"

Ying Chang'an sat on the rocking chair, looked at Li Si indifferently, and asked, "I said Prime Minister, what kind of courtesy did you give me?"

The prime minister of the Great Qin Empire has an extremely precious status.