"Sir, you are really..." Zhu Biao quickly helped Song Lian to the chair and asked him to sit down. Among the many masters in the industry, he respected Song Lian the most for his virtues and talents. Master Song saw that Song Lian was wearing a thin cloth and a pair of tattered cloth shoes.
, I must have relied on a pair of feet to get here step by step, and I couldn't help but feel distressed.
"Your Highness the Crown Prince..." Seeing that the Crown Prince was kind and virtuous, Song Lian felt happy. In the blink of an eye, he saw Zhu Su's face was awkward, and he couldn't help but sighed secretly. He raised his hands and said to Zhu Biao: "Your Highness, I am brave, I have something to say in private.
Your Highness, Fifth Prince."
"Ah, okay." Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, then nodded. "Then, I'll go to the study first and wait for you, sir. Fifth brother, if you have any instructions from me, please don't disobey me!" He glared at Zhu Su.
What else could Zhu Su do? He could only nod helplessly. After Zhu Biao left with the others, Zhu Su sighed and said to Song Lian: "Mr. Song, my father has given me permission not to study in the main hall."
"You came here unexpectedly, don't you want to take me back to study?"
Song Lian did not answer, but looked straight at Zhu Su with a pair of old eyes, which made Zhu Su feel slightly terrified. After a while, he shook his head and sighed: "Your Majesty is the Lord of the Ming Dynasty.
Golden words. Although I am a mediocre person in the countryside, I still understand the ruler, ministers and father and son, so how can I dare to disobey him?"
"It's just that I just discovered that your highness has talents from heaven, but I can't teach you properly. I feel regretful and frightened at the same time. If your highness's talents were wasted and you became Zhongyong of the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't it be me?
The sinners of later generations of the Ming Dynasty?"
Zhu Su secretly rolled his eyes. You are Zhongyong, and your whole family is Zhongyong.
Song Lian was still staring at Zhu Su, with unconcealed self-blame and pity in his eyes. "I only blame myself for being a human being and not being able to recognize good talents. At first, Your Highness was taciturn, and I just thought he was a shy child. Then you did what you did."
I'm so angry with you for your nonsense, so I don't care about you and don't ask any questions."
"Why do you have to tell me such a big responsibility..." Zhu Su opened the book with a wry smile, and felt that every word in the book's small regular script was of great importance. "I just want to be a person."
He’s just an idle king waiting to die..."
"Huh? Fifth brother?"
Zhu Su felt like a wake-up call. He was stunned and didn't know what to think. When he realized what he was doing, he hurriedly went out to see him off. The old gentleman had already walked far away, leaving behind only a slightly old but still straight figure like a pine tree.
Zhu Su nodded and took it, flipping through it briefly, and saw that the book was full of small regular script. The text was simple and easy to understand, and it did not quote scriptures. It was not as profound as Zhu Xi's annotations. And most of what he said was directly referring to Confucianism.
The original intention is to describe the principles upheld by Confucianism in a very simple way. Obviously, this is a teaching material specially written by Song Lian for Zhu Su.
Although he has no great reputation in the history of history, he is willing to pass on this ray of Confucian righteousness to China when China is sinking.
The next day, the west courtyard of the Prince's Mansion.
"Although Your Highness doesn't want to see me, but no matter what, please listen to my last words." Song Lian raised his old eyes with a very solemn expression. "You were born into the royal family. In the future, you will definitely be a shepherd and become the vassal king."
"That's all, if you have time, just take a serious look." Seeing that Song Lian's figure had disappeared, Zhu Su smiled to himself and turned around to enter the prince's residence.
I also saw that the ink color of the small regular script was still bright, and it was obviously written recently. I really don’t know how this Master Song had to teach in the main hall during the day, and his eyesight was dim, so how could he find the time and energy to write this thick volume of "Analects of Confucius with Notes"
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"If you are willing to read one or two of them in your spare time, it will complete the friendship between you and me as a teacher and student."
I didn’t know what to say, so I only had two words pop out of my throat: "Sir..."
"Although you look down on Confucianism, you must never give up on benevolence, justice, etiquette, and the righteousness of the family and the country. Ordinary people don't understand these, but they only bring harm to a village. The feudal kings don't understand these, but they bring harm to a country. I was born in
At the end of the Yuan Dynasty, I saw too many tragedies caused by the selfishness and lack of morality of those in power..."
"What a lazy boy! How long has it been since he was still sleeping soundly? The Analects of Confucius is the words of a saint, but it has been so abused." Zhu Biao scolded with a smile and put the book aside.
"Sigh. I intend to teach him slowly and gently. With your talents and your friendship with the prince, you may not be able to become a good story like King Wu of Zhou and Gongdan of Zhou. If you can teach a pair of wise kings and wise kings, I will ensure that
The country and the people will be safe and peaceful for a hundred years, and I can die in peace. It’s a pity..."
However, Zhu Yuanzhang called him to teach Zhu Biao how to read, but he came thousands of miles away.
The old man didn't know what he thought of, and shook his head sadly.
"Is this...a Confucian?" For some reason, Zhu Su suddenly remembered the "Song of Righteousness" written by Prime Minister Wen of the Song Dynasty.
As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he was startled. He saw Zhu Su snoring repeatedly on a huge rocking chair. A copy of "The Analects of Confucius" was covered on his face, just to protect him from the sun.
Recalling the records in the history books, Song Lian was summoned by the Yuan court several times, but he never refused. He did not enjoy the wealth and glory, but escaped into the remote mountains. In the name of practicing Taoism, he only focused on collecting various Chinese classics and concentrating on
Write a book and speak out.
Zhu Su had previously looked down upon this old man who only knew a few things. Now for some unknown reason, the hand holding the book was trembling.
In this life, he may have been using his own methods to fight against the hell-like troubled times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and he was doing his best to cultivate a kind-hearted Zhu Biao so that the troubled times would not reappear in the world.
"The book has been delivered, and it's time for me to go back. Prince Lao has been waiting in the study for a long time, and he also asked His Highness the Fifth Prince to apologize for me." Song Lian said, then stood up and gave a brief salute to Zhu Su.
"Although you are not as responsible as His Majesty the Crown Prince, there are still thousands of people who are tied to you."
His lips pursed for a while, as if he was hesitating whether to say another word. After thinking for a while, he finally opened his mouth: "I also hope that Your Highness can make a living for the people in the future, and always have great ambitions in your heart, so that you can live up to the talent and learning given by God."
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"Your Highness is willing to call me sir, and I feel relieved." Song Lian smiled, his face no longer had the rigid seriousness when he taught him to read, only a strong sense of loneliness remained.
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"Well...well..." Suddenly his eyes lit up, and Zhu Su reluctantly woke up. In fact, when he got up in the morning, he wanted to imitate those diligent students and read in the morning. Who knew that "Analects of Confucius" could also hypnotize people?
It's very interesting. After reading only two lines, my eyelids became heavy.
"After you wake up, I have made you abandon me and begged Your Majesty to leave me. Alas, this is all my own fault. I have lost the trust between my master and my disciple, and I can't blame anyone else."
After that, he bowed again and went straight out the door.
Zhu Su didn't expect that he would think so, and was stunned.
With tears of regret on his face, he slowly put his hand into his robe, took out a book, and said with a forced smile: "I am old, wandering here and there, but forgetting the real thing. This book, "The Analects of Confucius", has
The few insights and notes I have gained in this life. Although Your Highness does not like Neo-Confucianism, I hope you will not underestimate Confucianism. You must not forget benevolence, justice, etiquette, and trustworthiness."
"Fifth brother, fifth brother." The sun had already climbed three poles, but Prince Zhu Biao led a group of people and walked in excitedly. "Look, who is here to find you?"
[When the time comes, we will see each other, and we will draw pictures one by one.]
He obviously just got enough sleep...
"Why don't you get up quickly? Look who this is?" Zhu Biao said with a smile.
Zhu Su rubbed his misty eyes and saw behind Zhu Biao, a tall and handsome young man, looking at him fondly.