Wang Shizhen kept her posture as if she had dropped the jar. Facing the emperor's question, she did not answer for a long time.
His thoughts kept churning in his mind, and he never figured out how to answer.
What if the emperor asked him if he could write an article when he first met him.
Then Wang Shizhen can definitely finish it with one wave of his hand.
But when the emperor said what he had said before, and then asked if he could write an article, the meaning was completely different.
Especially that sentence, can't saints be wrong?
The meaning was so complicated that even Wang Shizhen did not dare to think deeply about it.
Luo Sigong stood aside. The bottle in his hand was dotted with egg yolks on the fabric. There was nothing surprising about it.
But in Wang Shizhen's opinion, there was something unspeakably terrifying about it.
A trace of panic flashed subconsciously in his eyes.
Wang Shizhen doesn't know whether the fireflies are metamorphosed from rotten grass or are the result of mating adult insects, and he doesn't care.
Chanting grass and flowers, singing about objects and praising events are all just images that use objects to describe people.
Who has nothing to do to tinker with a lot of things for intercourse, and then lies down and watches these things every day?
Do you still have the demeanor of a scholar-bureaucrat?
Even if there are indeed errors and omissions in the "Book of Rites", it is not a big problem.
If he is as knowledgeable as a scholar, how can he still believe in the "hard-forever method"?
It is normal for scholars to rewrite and modify the classics and package their own ideas into the meaning of saints.
If not, how could there be so many schools of Confucian classics?
Classic? Just a dead thing that can be painted over.
Is there an error in the Book of Rites? Confucianism is flexible, and the worst thing is to reinterpret it.
But, the crux of the matter is this.
What does the emperor want?
He deliberately seized on this flaw in the "Book of Rites" and blamed it on the saints.
He didn't think that the emperor was ignorant of the importance and acted as he pleased.
So... did the emperor want to seize the right to interpret scriptures, or did he want to shake the foundation of Confucianism!?
The former is fine.
It's always a fight but not a victory.
You can even misinterpret the words of saints, so why do you have the nerve to start a sect?
Forget it this time, you have to listen to my opinions from now on, and let’s run Confucianism well together, you know?
If it's the latter...
Wang Shizhen is afraid of this place!
The growth of rotten grass is the black and white lettering in the Book of Rites; the mating of adult insects is the golden words of the emperor.
If the saints of this world are unwilling to recognize the legal authority of the saints of all generations, it will be the same as pure and turbid colliding with each other, creating chaos again!
I don’t know how many innocent people have to be crushed.
From the Book of Rites, Confucianism, saints, to students, scholars, and the literary world, all will be swept in because of this!
This is the foundation for how many people in the world live and work?
Even if he is the leader of the literary world, can he exist independently from the Confucian school?
His relatives, close friends, descendants, and fellow countrymen will all suffer unreasonable disasters!
It’s even the same as Miemen!
The matter was so important that Wang Shizhen remained silent for a long time, speechless.
Naturally, leaders will not stand still and wait for their subordinates to be subordinated.
Seeing Wang Shizhen's hesitation, Zhu Yijun did not urge him.
He turned around, took a swaying step, and continued walking.
The group of people followed behind again.
Zhu Yijun naturally knew how much pressure his words "Can't a saint be wrong" put on Wang Shizhen?
However, Zhu Yijun was not really so big that he would dig Confucius's grave at this time.
He doesn't have the diamond yet, so he can't take on the porcelain job.
In a sense, the entire imperial court's current legal system is based on the classics of saints.
Whether he is the "Emperor" who follows Confucian etiquette, or he is a scholar, a scholar selected by the Four Books and Five Classics, or even tens of millions of scholars who are waiting to be fed.
Everyone is eating from the same pot, who dares to lift the pot?
Except for eunuchs and relatives, who would want to hear the court say that it disrespects Confucius?
If Zhu Yijun's ability at this time were to spread rumors that he intended to shake the foundation of Confucianism.
The first thing to be destroyed is probably his body.
Therefore, his criticism of the saint just now was just a deliberate attempt to put pressure on Wang Shizhen.
The purpose is to psychologically force the leader of the literary world to play a game of advancing, retreating, and retreating.
If he wanted to seize the right to interpret scriptures, Wang Shizhen would definitely resist him in three ways.
But is it wrong to ask the saint?
Then Wang Shizhen had to cry and say - the saint's intention was good, but they understood it wrong! I will correct it right now, Your Majesty, don't say anything!
Therefore, Zhu Yijun was not in a hurry to urge Wang Shizhen, and allowed the war between heaven and man in his heart at this moment.
The emperor walked in front and leisurely told Wang Shizhen the whole story: "Last year, when I was studying the classics, I read the Book of Rites and became interested in this matter. I wanted to witness such a magical thing with my own eyes."
"Then, I started to work and ordered my ministers to dig a pond and pile up rotten grass. At that time, I also invited all the gentlemen to witness."
"It's a pity that the rotten grass failed to turn into fireflies in the end."
"I was unwilling to give in and wanted to try again before summer this year. However, my cousin Li Chengming came forward and said that my method was wrong and he could do it."
"He is quite trustworthy, so I left the matter to him."
"Then he tried it several times using the so-called 'controlled experiment method' he learned from the university."
"In a clean pond, there are three water tanks separated. In one place, only humus plants are piled, in one place, only adult insects are put in, and in the other place, both."
At this point, Zhu Yijun stopped abruptly.
On the one hand, Wang Shizhen was aroused to be a little curious, but on the other hand, she was deliberately trying to gain time to think, and happily rambled on.
"Controlled experimental method?" He repeated it doubtfully at first, and then asked, "May I ask Your Majesty the results?"
Zhu Yijun looked gentle and waved his hand to reveal the first topic: "This is the result of logic. It has not been compiled into a book yet. We will talk about it later."
"As for the result..."
He nodded slightly.
Behind him, Zhang Hong took out a volume of manuscripts from his arms and sent it to Wang Shizhen.
Wang Shizhen saluted and received it in his hand.
Taking a closer look, there are a few big words on the cover. The grammar is strange, but it is simple and easy to understand - "Based on the method of controlled experiments, explore the reproduction method of certain fireflies living in water."
There is also a subtitle below: "In order to solve Emperor Chang Wei's doubts about the 'rotten grass is firefly' in the Book of Rites, special funds are allocated from internal funds."
Wang Shizhen held this volume of manuscripts in his hand and looked strange.
What the hell?
Needless to say, this series of titles has no literary beauty. How come the following line is still called the emperor's personal account?
Changwei is the nickname of the little emperor. Because of its rather personal attributes, it is never used. Historically, it was called Yuzhai, but Zhu Yijun didn't think it sounded good, so he didn't use it.
There is no other emperor now, so specifying which emperor it is makes Wang Shizhen feel strange.
Zhu Yijun seemed to see his doubts and said with a smile: "I don't understand either. It's just that my cousin said that doing experiments is different from doing knowledge. There is no emphasis on culture, only accuracy. Every person and thing that appears is not necessary."
There is ambiguity.”
"Now that I have no posthumous title or temple, I can only be known as one."
The emperor said it easily.
When Wang Shizhen heard this, her heart became heavier.
This behavior did not attach importance to status and seemed frivolous, but it also revealed the emperor's attitude and seemed to take it very seriously.
Wang Shizhen sighed again in her heart, I'm afraid it's not good.
With a heavy heart, he opened the "experimental manuscript" written by Wu Qing Bo Shisun and read it carefully.
These are just some so-called experimental processes, which are slightly detailed.
For example, the process of capturing adult insects is as follows: "Fireflies live in water and begin to come ashore in mid-March. Six of them were captured at an irrigation canal in a certain township in Tongzhou."
For another example, during the experiment, "the same clean pool, the same temperature, the same regulations on the water tank..."
Wang Shizhen didn't care about this. He looked like he was reading seriously, just for show.
But in my heart, I was thinking about what decision I should make.
There was another moment of silence, with only the sound of Wang Shizhen flipping through the manuscript.
A long time passed.
Wang Shizhen finally made some movement.
He closed the manuscript and returned it to Zhang Hong.
Of course, there is no need to say much about the content. It is nothing more than adult insects giving birth to eggs and has nothing to do with rotten grass.
In fact, because of the detailed description, even peasants can repeat it - peasant boys are the most active, and there is no threshold for making a wooden box and spreading two layers of textiles.
This matter can no longer be solved by confusing right and wrong like in previous debates.
Wang Shizhen finally made a decision.
He turned to face the emperor and saluted. He seemed to have thought about his words and said slowly: "Your Majesty, this is a fallacy. I have learned from it."
"I will go back and write an article and update the annotations of the "Book of Rites" of all dynasties!"
He spoke slowly, but his tone was firm and decisive.
After Zhu Yijun heard this, he looked at Wang Shizhen with great interest: "Update the annotation?"
As he expected, Alliance Leader Wang faced the irrefutable evidence and chose to re-interpret the Bible instead of blaming it on the saints.
Faced with the prospect of an official career and the temptation to bury her biological father, Wang Shizhen still could not let go of her consciousness of safeguarding the foundation of Confucianism.
In the world of literary scholars, it is really difficult for outsiders to interfere!
Wang Shizhen didn't know what the emperor was thinking. Seeing his unhappy expression, he was inevitably frightened.
But when he spoke, he did not give in at all. Instead, he nodded heavily and said: "Your Majesty has learned from this."
“Since Zheng Xuan’s Notes on the Book of Rites in the pre-Han Dynasty, Kong Yingda’s Justice in the Book of Rites in the pre-Tang Dynasty, and even Neo-Confucianism’s Gewu Lun, etc.”
"They are all misinterpretations of the original meaning of the sage, and mistakenly stated that the 'rotten grass is a firefly' is the result of the transformation of the rotten grass."
"Now, it's time to bring order to the chaos!"
The emperor's preparations were thorough, even to the point of being irrefutable.
Instead of getting entangled in this issue, it is better to determine it first - the fallacy of later generations.
Speaking from the bottom of my heart, it is okay to write articles for the emperor to seize the right to interpret scriptures, but if he wants to shake the foundation of Confucianism, he really cannot accompany him.
After saying this, Wang Shizhen bowed down again.
It is an apology, but also a plea for mercy.
Unfortunately, the emperor seemed indifferent.
Faced with such a plea, he still held on and asked in confusion, "Are you really not saying that the saint made a mistake?"
Wang Shizhen's heart was tugged again.
This is the second time the emperor asked this question today.
It can be described as aggressive.
Wang Shizhen became more and more embarrassed and buried her head lower and lower.
His tone was sincere and his words sincere, almost crying: "Your Majesty, be careful what you say!"
"The word 'wei', in addition to the meaning of transformation, also means to protect."
"The so-called rotten grass is a firefly. It means that the rotten grass is protecting the fireflies. In other words..."
"It also means that during the summer months, fireflies are circling and flying around the rotting grass. This is clearly describing the habits of fireflies!"
"That generation has no knowledge and skills, misinterprets the classics, and has been poisoned for thousands of years."
"Your Majesty must not misunderstand the saints or despise Confucianism because of this!"
Zhu Yijun lacked education, so after hearing these words, he couldn't help it, so he had to turn his face away, hiding from Wang Shizhen and laughing.
Accepted.
He is worthy of being a leader in the literary world and is extremely well-educated.
This is why he didn't let Li Zhi do this, but had to wait for Wang Shizhen to come to Beijing.
In addition to the prestige in the literary world, there are also differences in professional qualities.
Without Wang Shizhen's education, no one else could do such a thing as debating scriptures.
Fortunately, at this point, Wang Shizhen, the leader of the literary world, finally started annotating the "Book of Rites" in front of the emperor.
They even denounced outflows as "ignorant and incompetent, and have been poisoned for thousands of years."
Once this incident came out, even if Wang Shizhen repeated it again, he would not be able to escape the end of being ruined in the scholarly community.
On the contrary, only when you go all the way to the dark side can you suddenly become enlightened.
In this way, regardless of victory or defeat in the fight for the right to interpret scriptures, at least among the team, they are the first in the national service in the literary world.
However, Zhu Yijun has a heart of stone, but he still doesn't intend to give up when things get better.
Although Wang Shizhen looked like she was about to be forced to commit suicide, in fact, it was clear that she had not yet reached the bottom line.
Zhu Yijun lowered his face and said in a deep voice: "Does Wang Qing think that I am a three-year-old actor?"
"Referring to a deer as a horse and confusing right and wrong, wouldn't it be considered a crime of deceiving the emperor?"
"Confucius is a saint, am I not a saint? Wang Qing doesn't have me at all in his heart!?"
Wang Shizhen kowtowed repeatedly and confessed his guilt.
His heart was full of bitterness.
Even if the emperor said such harsh words, he could not reply.
Similarly, no matter how many errors and omissions there are in the Book of Rites, he cannot say that the classics of the saints are wrong.
This has nothing to do with his feelings about the emperor, likes or dislikes, or whether he is superstitious about Confucian classics - everyone is trapped in the times and it is difficult to break free.
Zhu Yijun was still unhappy.
After Wang Shizhen kowtowed for a long time and was speechless, Zhu Yijun's expression eased slightly.
He angrily rebuked: "It's just because of my father's business that I owe you the imperial grandfather, otherwise I won't spare you!"
Although my grandfather made a mistake, your father would lose his life.
But after all, in a feudal society, if the king wants his subjects to die, it is reasonable and falls within the general moral level.
As for him who owes something and wants to make up for it, it belongs to the benevolent emperor.
Zhu Yijun waved his hand and asked Zhang Hong to help him up.
He thought for a while, and finally concluded: "I have spoken sincerely, and I will not take away your reward just because you are disobedient."
"I will send a note to the cabinet for discussion regarding Lantai and Naifu."
Wang Shizhen expressed his gratitude for his kindness: "Your Majesty, I am so kind! I will never repay you even if I die!"
Zhu Yijun shook his head: "I don't want you to die."
"In addition to interpreting the Book of Rites, there is one more matter that I have entrusted to Wang Qing."
A bitter smile flashed across Wang Shizhen's face: "I respectfully listen."
The emperor's tone clearly meant that this was not a simple matter.
If it weren't for the fact that burying his father was his lifelong obsession, it would be the so-called "a hundred joys cannot outweigh one pain".
Tomorrow he would have to say he was ill and not go to court, or even go home directly.
This little emperor is really just trying to catch a fish.
Zhu Yijun slowed down his tone: "It's not a complicated matter."
"The General Affairs Department launched a new newspaper last year, which occasionally serializes novels."
"Li Zhi and Tao Dalin, who were both from the Imperial College before, and Li Zaiting from the Li Ke Branch, took turns updating."
"Now that Li is patrolling the area in Tingqin, Tao Dalin has other errands and will be unable to get away. I have no choice but to trouble Wang Qing, who can do more work."
This guy wrote a series of Jin Ping Mei, so elegant and popular, how could he not make the best use of it?
Wang Shizhen was unexpected.
Writing a novel? Just such a small thing?
I thought it was the same level of difficulty as before.
If you have a lot of debt, you don't have to worry about it. It's much easier than just doing it.
but……
Wang Shizhen seemed to think of something again, and a trace of hesitation flashed across her face.
"I obey your decree." He bowed down and asked hesitantly, "I wonder what kind of novel your Majesty is talking about?"
Because of the relationship between origin and audience, most of the novels circulating in the market are erotic readings.
Even if he is a powerful leader in the literary world, he still has to cater to the market.
Otherwise, if it was just to humiliate Dong Lou Qing, there would be no need for him to write so many scenes.
Now that the emperor has asked him to write an essay, especially if he has read his masterpieces and is feeling itchy, he is deliberately hinting...
Fortunately, the emperor didn't know what Leader Wang was thinking, otherwise today would not have ended well.
Zhu Yijun smiled appropriately and explained: "Speaking of which, it can be considered as related to Wang Qing Lantai's job."
"I look forward to the events of the founding of our country."
"I admire Emperor Taizu for his efforts to level the world."
When Zhu Yijun said this, he suppressed his smile and said seriously: "Wang Qing, can you write a biography of the heroes of the founding of our dynasty?"
This matter was Li Zhi's suggestion, and he spent half a year laying the groundwork and preparing for it.
The slogan of expelling the Tartars and restoring China was first proposed by this dynasty - this matter has been verified twice, and ideologically, it is invincible.
Coupled with the opening bowl, a legendary story begins.
Isn’t it an excellent way to build consensus and create an imaginary community?
Chapter completed!