Chapter 183: The Great Confucianism of the World

"Fang...xiao...ru..." Xiao Fan opened his mouth wide, looking at Fang Xiaoru who was fainting on the ground with shock, muttering to himself.

Cao Yi scratched his head and said curiously: "Who is Fang Xiaoru?"

Looking at Xiao Fan's shocked look, Cao Yi suddenly realized it, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he said gloomyly: "Is he your enemy, Brother Xiao? Cao helped you kill him! No matter whether he is a real court minister, we will kill him here and bury him, and no one can get your evidence."

Xiao Fan came back to his senses and shook his head and said, "This person cannot be killed, he cannot be killed..."

"Is he the King of Heaven? Why can't he be killed?" Cao Yi sneered.

Xiao Fan looked at him very seriously and said, "He is a ruthless person. You and me are not enough to add up to him... We should respect our attitude towards such a ruthless person."

Cao Yi looked confused: “…………”

Such a dry, thin and poor person, can be used to hit Cao Yi with one punch, and he can get rid of his body. Where is he cruel?

Xiao Fan looked at Fang Xiaoru who fainted with respect and said lightly: "...If the enemy kills your whole family in front of you, can you watch your relatives die under the butcher's knife while still having leisure and elegant writing poems?"

Cao Yi's face twitched violently a few times, his eyes gradually became darker, and he said in surprise: "How is this possible? Who is so cruel?"

Xiao Fan nodded at Fang Xiaoru and said, "He is so cruel..."

Cao Yi wiped his sweat and looked at Fang Xiaoru with awe.

Fang Xiaoru, the largest scholar in the early Ming Dynasty, was praised as the "seed of reading" by his enemy Yao Guangxiao, and was respected by the King of Shu as "Master of Zhengxue". He was a famous minister who was highly expected by Zhu Yuanzhang. He studied under Song Lian, was well-educated and talented, and wrote many famous works. He was loyal and protected the law and achieved great righteousness. A scholar, facing Yan Ni, but was ready to die when he was butcher, and he was unyielding in resistance. He was indifferent and ruthless. His relatives and friends of the ten clans were in front of him, but he remained calm and composed. He was still in a mood to write a desperate poem on the execution ground to complete the meaning...

Xiao Fan looked at Fang Xiaoru who was unconscious, and his eyes were complicated and difficult to understand. How should he evaluate this great scholar who is righteous but disregarded in his relatives? A loyal minister in green blood? Or a cold-blooded beast?

Forget it, these should be left to future generations to comment. Now it is the 31st year of Hongwu, and the trajectory of history has deviated. Perhaps, all this will not happen again. The characters who should be outstanding will not be outstanding, and the tragedy that should be happened will not happen. In the future, we are heading towards a new path that even Xiao Fan himself is unknown. On this new path, Fang Xiaoru is only Fang Xiaoru. He is a great scholar in the world, an important minister who assisted Zhu Yunwen and the backbone of the implementation of the new policy of establishing the literature. That's all.

"Wake him up." Xiao Fan ordered the Jinyi Captain beside him.

The captain squatted down and reached out to pinch Fang Xiaoru's people. Soon, the unconscious Fang Xiaoru woke up slowly.

Before her eyes opened, Fang Xiaoru groaned weakly, "Shui..."

"Give him water and feed him in small mouthfuls."

Fang Xiaoru, who had drunk a few sips of water, recovered a little, looked at Xiao Fan pitifully, and said, "Hurry... ask the doctor to treat me, I... I'm almost dead..."

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Mr. Fang, you don't need to call a doctor, I can help you treat this disease."

As he said that, Xiao Fan turned around and ordered: "Come on, go and ask someone to make some porridge and bring it quickly."

Not long after, the kitchen brought the hot porridge. The lieutenant squatted down and slowly fed it to Fang Xiaoru with a silver spoon. Fang Xiaoru was impatient and didn't care that the porridge was burning. He grinned and drank the whole bowl of porridge. After drinking it, Fang Xiaoru looked up at Xiao Fan and said hoarsely: "...I'm starving to death, hurry up, get me another bowl."

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Let's wait and eat before eating. If you've been hungry for so long, eating too much will hurt your stomach."

Fang Xiaoru was obviously much better. He snorted heavily when he heard this and said angrily: "Do you care about me! I insist on eating!"

Xiao Fan curled his lips and turned his head to Cao Yi and said, "Brother Cao, have you discovered this man's cruelty?"

Cao Yi curled his lips as Xiao Fan and groaned: "Where is he cruel?"

Xiao Fan's eyes were smiling and said leisurely: "You have been blocked by smelly socks for two days and still eat so happily. Can you do it?"

Cao Yi looked at Fang Xiaoru with respect and sighed sincerely: "Mr. Fang is really a god, it's really cruel! I can't do it."

Fang Xiaoru's face turned black, then slowly turned green, and finally couldn't help it. He vomited in a daze, making a thud.

"Are you really Fang Xiaoru?" Xiao Fan stared at him with interest, and the black Liang's eyes were shining.

Fang Xiaoru recovered his spirit and nodded with a gentle stroke of beard and said, "That's right."

"You are Fang Xiaoru, who is known as a great scholar of his generation?"

“Yes.”

"You are Fang Xiaoru, who was respected as a master of Zhengxue by the King of Shu?"

“Yes.”

"You are Fang Xiaoru, who was killed by the King of Yan?"

"Ran..." Fang Xiaoru was stunned and then furious: "Fuck! You were killed in the ten clans! Your whole family was killed in the ten clans..."

Xiao Fan patted his shoulder sympathetically and said sincerely: "If I hadn't appeared, you would have been killed in a few years. I really won't lie to you."

"How dare you curse me, thief! I'll fight you!"

Bang!

Fang Xiaoru, who was swaying with claws, was stretched out by Cao Yi and pressed his head tightly on the table.

"Why are you a scholar so pedantic? Lord Xiao said that you would be punished by the ten clans, and then you would definitely be punished by the ten clans. When did he tell lies? Why is this person just unwilling to admit it?"

Fang Xiaoru's head was pressed down and tears were wailing: "…………”

Xiao Fan couldn't bear to say, "Forget it, if people don't know, they are not angry, aren't they a gentleman? If they don't want to admit it, don't force us..."

Cao Yi then let go of Fang Xiaoru, then glared at him fiercely, and cursed: "I'm so poor! I'm so ignorant!"

Fang Xiaoru was inexplicably sad and angry, and tears were pouring out: "...I know how unreasonable the Jinyiwei is!"

Xiao Fan asked Cao Yi in surprise: "Are we very unreasonable?"

"No, we are much more reasonable than Dali Temple..."

West of Xuzhou City, Dapeng Town.

This is because Peng Zu offered pheasant soup to cure the disease of the ancient Emperor Yao. Emperor Yao thanked him for his kindness, so he enfeoffed the Xuzhou area to Peng Zu. Peng Zu therefore established the Dapeng clan country, and Dapeng Town was named after this.

The Pengzu Temple was built in Dapeng Town, covering an area of ​​more than 100 meters. This temple was built in the Eastern Han Dynasty. It was later destroyed by war in previous dynasties and was rebuilt after the founding of the country in the early Ming Dynasty.

The morning sun shines obliquely outside the mottled temple walls. The midsummer morning breeze blows a little coolness. The incense in the temple is not strong. A few people are rushing to each other, burning incense, kowtowing, and making wishes. The vast main hall is quite calm and quiet.

In the sun, two slender figures slowly walked into the temple. Although the two were wearing ordinary men's coarse clothes, they looked no different from the people who fought against each other, their slender figures, their extremely beautiful and charming behavior, and their beautiful faces could not hide their female identities.

As soon as the two entered the temple, more than a dozen men dressed in short shirts appeared behind them. They looked like pilgrims, but they were vaguely kept a distance from the two women. As soon as they entered the temple, they seemed to have accidentally guarded the gates of the temple and the important places where strangers came and went. They surrounded the two women in a long-trained formation, forming an airtight protection for them.

The two girls seemed to have not realized it, and both walked into the temple and saw a three-open hall in front of them. The hall was about four feet high, and a golden statue of Peng Zu was enshrined in the middle. There was an ancient inscription on the left side of the hall. The text said: "The western suburbs of Xuzhou, in the mountains and yin of Dapeng, there was a water of Huo River flowing eastward. Between the mountains and rivers, there was a village called Dapeng, which was the former capital of the Taotang Dapeng Kingdom."

The two girls frowned slightly, and there seemed to be deep thoughts hidden between them.

After walking a few steps towards the majestic main hall, a woman suddenly turned her head uneasy and said, "Ying'er, I...I always feel uneasy. Ying'er, maybe we are fair and anxious at this moment, maybe he has sent the Jinyiwei Tiqi to search for our traces, I...I want to go back to Beijing..."

Another woman chuckled and said, "Prince, since you have come out, why bother to rush back? Are we the only women in this world afraid of men? Don't men be afraid of women for a while? Didn't you say you want to travel all over the world? Now that we have come out, if you return to Beijing, you may never have the chance to realize your wish in this life."

The woman sighed quietly, opened her mouth but didn't know what to say, so she had to pursed her lips and said nothing.

After entering the hall, the two of them took incense and offered sacrifices, and then knelt down to Peng Zushi's statue.

"I wish to live a life of justice, peace and safety, and live eight hundred years old like Peng Zu..." A woman clasped her hands together and closed her eyes and murmured to make a wish.

"Puff!"

The woman next to her laughed out loud and teased softly: "Princess, your husband lives 800 years old, which is rare in the world. If you can't live that long at that time, wouldn't you leave first?"

The person who made the wish was Princess Jiangdu. He smiled shyly when he heard this, and then sighed quietly: "Ying'er, if you love a man so much, you will understand why I made such a wish. In my lover's heart, I hope that everything is fine, everything goes well, without illness or disaster. I wish I could transfer all my good luck and blessings in my life to him, stay with you, and be with you in a long and long-lasting state. Until one day we are old and enjoy the love of all our lives, I will leave him first, so as not to let me bear the grief of losing my lover alone. This is also the only selfish thing that the loved ones do..."

Chen Ying'er's pretty face, like a flower, suddenly became dim, staring blankly at the tall Peng Zujin in the hall, her eyes were confused, and her voice was as unpredictable as a distant mist.

"Princess, you think of the love between men and women in the world too beautifully and noblely. I... are not as good as you. I am selfish. If you love someone, you should always guard him and be with him every day. I do not allow him to let him down. Of course, I will not let him down. As long as he has me in his heart, I am willing to give everything for him, including life and dignity. If he fails me, then he will be my life and death enemy. I will never stand up with him and never die!"

Jiang Du seemed to be frightened by Chen Ying'er's words. She covered her mouth and didn't say a word for a long time. After a while, she suddenly smiled lightly and said, "Ying'er, you are ruthless, but I know that you are not such a person. In front of the man you love, you must be the same as me. You can't hurt him, right?"

Chen Ying'er gradually relaxed with a bit of resentment. Finally, she sighed sadly and said quietly: "Yes, maybe I really can't be cruel. If I can be cruel, you, me, and your husband, the fates of the three of us will be different..."

Jiang Du's charming smile gradually froze. She opened her eyes in surprise and said, "Ying'er, what did you... what did you say just now? The three of us? And my husband? What do you mean? Do you... know my husband Xiao Fan?"

Chen Ying'er was shocked and knew that she had made up her words, but she had no time to hide her words.

Jiang Du stared at her beautiful eyes, and this time she used a positive sentence: "Ying'er, you know my husband, you have known him for a long time."

Chen Ying'er trembled all over, her eyes closed, and tears rolled down her sad eyes.

"Yes, Princess, forgive me for hiding you for so long. I really have no choice. I...I am your former fiancée Xiao Fan...Jiangpu Chen Ying'er."

In Xuzhou City, the bedroom in the mansion of the prefect Liu Zhi.

Feng Shui rotation, now it’s Fang Xiaoru asked Xiao Fan.

"Are you the imperial envoy who was ordered by the emperor to tour the north?" Fang Xiaoru stroked his black beard and showed a sense of righteousness between his eyebrows.

"That's right." Xiao Fan replied with a smile.

"You are Xiao Fan? Xiao Fan, the commander of the Jinyiwei?"

“That’s right.”

Fang Xiaoru closed his eyes and pondered: "I have heard of your name when I was far away in Bashu. Lord Xiao, I haven't entered Beijing for a long time and don't know about the affairs of the court, but I have a few words to ask about it. I am honest and indifferent to my words, and I hope to forgive me."

Xiao Fan smiled and said, "Mr. Mu Gong has been famous for a long time. Master Fang has something to say, just say it."

Fang Xiaoru thought for a while, as if he was organizing the language. After a long time, he said slowly: "I heard that there are treacherous parties in the court, including you, Lord Xiao, and you are in a mess, causing trouble to the court, bewitching the young emperor, and abusing power and dictatorship. Lord Xiao, is this true?"

Xiao Fan smiled faintly: "These words must be told by Huang Zicheng and the Qingliu ministers? - What is loyalty? What is treacherous? Can those Qingliu say the most righteous way, and if you don't listen to them, you will become a treacherous minister? Are the definitions of loyalty and treacherous determined by them? If they say I am a treacherous minister, I must be a treacherous minister? Lord Fang, I don't know what you think of me, to be honest, I don't care about your opinion of me. I, Xiao, only live for myself in this life. No matter how high or low the evaluation of others is, I laughed at myself. Lord Fang, this is my answer, I wonder if Lord Fang is satisfied?"

Fang Xiaoru frowned slightly, then slowly unfolded again, and chuckled: "No matter whether Lord Xiao is a traitor or not, at least you are quite honest about your words, but... Lord Xiao, now the voice of your charming words in the court is very loud. I was deafening when I was far away in Bashu..."

Xiao Fan smiled easily and said, "Don't worry, Lord Fang, the voice of scolding me is much smaller now, and it is almost negligible..."

Fang Xiaoru said in shock: "Oh? Could it be that the ministers in the court have changed their impression of you?"
To be continued...