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Chapter 791

After entering the door, the emperor began to look around, looking for that person.

However, among the crowd, there was a half-grown child wearing a Confucian robe. Presumably, he was Guo Chunhai.

"Your Excellency, are you Guo Xiaoyou?" the emperor slightly cupped his hands and asked with a smile.

"Exactly, are you..." Guo Chunhai raised his head upon hearing this, returned the greeting casually and then asked him back.

"My surname is Huang..."

After introducing each other, the emperor made a request to have a private conversation with Guo Xiaocai, saying that it was to strengthen intellectual exchanges.

Unexpectedly, this request was declined by Guo Chunhai: I am busy writing a manuscript, how can I have time to talk nonsense with you?

The emperor was stunned: Hey, you dare to refuse me?

Fortunately, Wu Wanrong resolved the situation in time, thus covering up the embarrassment. In addition, Lao Wu suggested that it would not be too late to talk about it after finishing the draft!

However, Guo Chunhai still refused: There is no benefit in talking nonsense to you, so why should I agree?

Benefits~~

There was no other way, so the emperor had to take out a painting of his own handwriting as a sign of sincerity.

It has to be said that the emperor's painting attainments are extraordinary. Guo Chunhai just took a glance and was attracted by his superb painting skills.

Naturally, I agreed.

Half an hour later.

Guo Chunhai borrowed a plain side room from the newspaper office and met with Corporal Li Xian's Jinshang alone there.

This time, Wu Wanrong once again transformed into the second uncle in charge of the door, standing on the porch and talking to himself.

Indoors, there is a table, two chairs, and a cup of tea to entertain guests.

Although it is a bit concise, it still retains the atmosphere of writing and ink, making people feel calm and cool.

The emperor nodded with satisfaction and said the opening words: "I think my little friend's writing style is clear in logic and concise in wording. It is not comparable to ordinary scholars. I wonder where you can learn from?"

Guo Chunhai replied with a proud look on his face: "My master's surname is Luo and his name is Taoyuan. He is the grand sacrificial wine for the former Imperial Academy."

Oh? Are you Old Man Luo’s disciple?

No wonder he is so talented.

The emperor nodded and continued: "Today I read the masterpiece and saw some criticism of the chief minister. I was very surprised by this, so I came here to ask for advice."

Seeing that Guo Chunhai was a little puzzled, the emperor added: "Huang is an outsider and doesn't know much about the situation in Qiongzhou. However, one thing is for sure. No one in the mainland dares to criticize the governor. Why are you not afraid, little friend?

"

"Oh... you want to ask why I dare to criticize Mr. Qi? Is that what you mean?" Guo Chunhai suddenly smiled and said.

The emperor said seriously: "Yes! That's what it means!"

Guo Chunhai thought for a while and replied: "The role of the media is mainly to report facts and disseminate the truth, so that any violations of law and discipline cannot be hidden, and then play a role in supervising the administration, judiciary, and expressing the people's demands."

Function. If it is just to carry the sedan chair for the officials, or to cover up flaws, this kind of writing is meaningless!"

The emperor heard this and asked curiously: "Aren't newspapers in Qiongzhou exempted from government control?"

Guo Chunhai categorically replied: "Absolutely not! Only by ensuring the absolute independence of the media can the writers speak freely. Otherwise, they will shrink back and eventually become the spokesperson of the powerful. Not long ago, Mr. Qi was giving a special lecture

Mentioned, the character of a literati must never be lost, otherwise it will lead to disadvantages. In this case, what do I have to fear?"

That’s what happened!

Something is wrong!

Judging from the meaning of his words, not only was there no disagreement between him and Qi Yu, but he seemed to be quite respectful.

In this regard, Guo Chunhai explained: "My criticism of him is to discuss the matter based on the matter, not to criticize without reason. The position must be explained. Qiongzhou advocates that everyone is equal before the law, and Mr. Qi openly kills cattle, so naturally he must

I have to defend myself for this. As the saying goes, the emperor is as guilty as the common people when he breaks the law, let alone the local officials?"

The general meaning is that he treats things rather than people.

From a broad sense, what Guo Chunhai did was right.

Moreover, Qi Yu still used the rules set by himself to refute and criticize him, which was reasonable and well-founded.

This kind of rhetoric may seem sharp, but in fact it is based on the law. No matter who commits a crime, he will be criticized by public opinion.

No one is an exception.

It was only at this moment that the emperor truly understood the true meaning of the sentence written by Qi Yu, "Do not sing praises for the king, but only speak human words for the common people."

Although the emperor did not agree with this kind of laissez-faire public opinion, he did approve of the motivation to defend the law. It seems that the two are a bit contradictory.

However, as soon as he thought about it, he felt relieved again.

Since the founding of this dynasty, it has always advocated the political virtues of civil disobedience and military provocation, and has also formed an impeachment group represented by the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Whenever they encounter major disputes, they will argue vigorously, even at the cost of one's life.

He was killed under the imperial steps.

Isn’t this kind of culture what the country should promote most?

The emperor even believed that the literati of this dynasty were the most courageous and distinctive political group in ancient and modern history. This was not only the achievement of culture and education, but also the pride of the nation.

Well, it seems that in the future we need to increase the voice of the civil service group to a greater extent, and then achieve the best effect of listening and understanding.

The emperor slowly calmed down and suddenly asked: "Guo Xiaoyou, what do you think of today's world?"

"Emperor? Uh... I'm not familiar with him, so I don't want to discuss it." Guo Chunhai's face was startled, showing a slightly nervous look.

"Haha, just now you were talking about your character. Even though you were fearless, why did you become timid when the topic got bigger?" The emperor glanced at me with a hint of amusement.

"Who said I'm afraid? It's my mentor who... won't let me go beyond the rules, lest my future career be hindered." Guo Chunhai said with some dissatisfaction.

"If you're afraid, let me speak first. That's okay, right?"

"You say it first? That's fine..."

The emperor coughed dryly and boasted: "In my opinion, I am a very rare good emperor in the history of China. You see, he opened up culture and education, revitalized military industry, defeated Fusang in the east, resisted the two powerful forces in the north, and conquered the two great powers in the west.

Tubo and the barbarians in Nanding! Even when faced with internal and external troubles, he resolutely adhered to the three-no policy of not paying tribute, not bowing to ministers, and not making peace with each other. The emperor guarded the country, and the king died in the country! Such a moral king is for

The true Lord of Ming!"

Unexpectedly, Guo Chunhai sneered at the corner of his mouth and retorted: "But in my opinion, now he is stubborn and not good at using others. Moreover, he is still the kind of stubborn person who will not give up until he reaches the Yellow River, and will not shed tears until he sees the coffin!"

What?

Am I...stubborn?

When the emperor heard this, the good mood he had just felt dropped to below freezing point.

The feeling of pulling out the coolness is almost comparable to the polar night wind at the North and South Poles.

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