The night gradually became deeper, and Fang Xing became more and more energetic, but he felt a little chest tightness.

This is the reaction of sleeping too much.

"You can't reach this, Chang Yu is in trouble."

"yes."

"Any innovation must be trembling, walking on thin ice. His Majesty is in charge of the capital. Jin Youzi was driven out of the capital, and I also left the capital. Of course, someone will guess this series of actions, which is very interesting."

Fang Xing smiled like a prank and said, "They are all staring at the national foundation. It is the national foundation that can determine the direction of the Ming Dynasty in the next hundred years, so it has become a piece of fat in their eyes."

Li Ermao felt that Fang Xing was comforting himself, but he knew that these political actions contained great dangers.

"Teacher, they want to restore their original state. If they can go further, they will naturally be better, such as regaining the privilege of exempting taxes."

"That's impossible!"

Fang Xing said confidently: "The emperor knew the benefits of abolishing the privileges of gentry. If anyone else was to become this emperor, he would stick to the bottom line. One of them was that the privileges of gentry were not restored, otherwise he would be ready to rule."

The two walked out of the bedroom.

The night in Qingzhou is very quiet, and occasionally there are a few cries of insects, which makes people realize that they are still in the world.

It was a little dark, and the light of the stars seemed to have been filtered out, listless.

The breeze blows, and it is cool.

Li Ermao followed Fang Xing and thought about his thoughts. His occasional clenched fists proved that he was not calm inside.

Fang Xing reached out and raised the branches blocking the front, then walked slowly past and looked carefully at the branches.

The tender leaves seemed to appear on the branches overnight.

Fang Xing gently touched the tender leaves and said, "This is probably a contest of deciding the tripod. If Confucianism can be suppressed, the opportunity for science will come. One will rise and the other will fall. Do you understand?"

Li Ermao said: "I just feel that I was born at the wrong time. If I had been ten years earlier, I would have participated in this exciting contest, and now..."

Fang Xing just smiled, and Li Ermao continued: "The world seeks profit. If Confucianism is suppressed and science is valued, many people will turn, but these people are not firm in their position and will turn to Confucianism at any time."

"This is your frizz."

Fang Xing walked slowly in front of him, and his voice was not slow.

"Don't be either this or that, and don't have moral integrity, that's not an attitude of doing things."

Li Ermao felt a stern, knowing that this was a knock.

"Teacher, you have said before that there are no pure people, some are just the size of temptation. Some think for the sake of the people, some think for His Majesty, some think for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, and some for their own selfish interests, but all this depends on the means of the superiors. If the means are superb, no matter how much selfish you have under the general trend, it will follow and become a brick that is beneficial to the Ming Dynasty."

Fang Xing said: "Look at all dynasties, whenever the country was founded, most of them had some achievements. The monarchs and ministers knew how to work hard. This is the general trend. After dozens or hundreds of years, they naturally entered a period of burnout, and then they were polite and martial, and corruption was rampant..."

Fang Xing turned around and said, "Ermao, science is not about competing for the right to speak with Confucianism. You must always remember this. What we want to compete for is the national destiny! The national destiny must be in my ambition, otherwise, in twenty years, science and Confucianism will be no different."

Li Ermao was in a state of excitement, "Teacher, does it take the world as his responsibility?"

"No."

Fang Xing said: "That's a slogan. If you shout too much, you will get more harm. What we want is related to fate. Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"

Li Ermao stood there quietly.

Fang Xing saw that he was thinking, so he went back to the bedroom.

Li Ermao kept thinking about this sentence: "Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"

The night dew was deep, and he suddenly woke up, then returned to his place and started writing articles.

If the country is strong, I will be strong; if the country is weak, I will be hurt!

Li Ermao raised his head and remembered Fang Xing’s previous teachings.

The people do not favor much for the so-called country and nation, which is also the problem of poor cohesion.

The saying that every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world expounds his views on this concept.

The world, the individual.

The world is uneasy, where does personal stability come from?

The world is strong, where does personal anxiety come from?

He remembered the purpose of reducing the 10% grain tax this year, and then lowered his head and began to write quickly.

...

The late night in the Forbidden City was quiet, with only the sound of footsteps of night patrolmen passing by.

Be careful that the fire candle has been shouted, and most people in the imperial city have gone to sleep, but Zhu Zhanji is still reading a book.

Sun leaned against the bed and was doing needlework.

She looked up at the emperor from time to time and slapped her lips.

That smile is gentle.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly put down the book and stood up and said, "You go to bed first."

Sun said in surprise: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, aren't you still sleeping?"

Zhu Zhanji turned around and looked at her, smiling and said, "Yue'er and Brother Yu are both very good."

Sun's eyes were slightly dark, and he smiled and said, "Brother Yu cried and made a fuss today, but Yue'er finally coaxed her."

Zhu Zhanji's lips raised slightly and said, "It's common for children to play and play, so don't be too nervous."

Sun responded, but Zhu Zhanji wanted to go back to the Qianqing Palace to rest.

This unusual behavior made Sun a little puzzled, but she still stood up gently and sent the emperor outside the door.

"Go back."

Zhu Zhanji stood outside, smiled slightly at her, looking very attached.

Sun nodded and said softly: "I'm watching Your Majesty go back."

Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes slightly, and then glanced at Sun again.

Sun went out of the gate, and two lanterns hung outside the gate, shining on Sun's body from the diagonal back.

She was wearing an ordinary mink cloak, with a light body and a smile.

It seems like a temporary farewell countless times.

Zhu Zhanji was in a daze for a moment. Under the light, he seemed to have returned to the East Palace many years ago.

He was young at that time, but Sun was a little shy.

He nodded slightly, then turned and left.

At this moment, what he thought of was his first meeting with Sun.

The girl under the tree lowered her head slightly, her slightly red face was a little nervous, but she was still looking forward to it.

"His Majesty……"

A low cry came from behind, and Zhu Zhanji did not turn around, but waved his hand behind him.

The glimmer of light from the lantern gradually faded away, and Sun stood outside the door, holding his hands tightly.

The attachment in her eyes was gradually dissipating, with a little more painful look.

Wang Zhen was right next to him. He resisted the desire to yawn and advised: "Grandmaster, go and rest, tomorrow..."

Sun said lightly: "There is nothing to do tomorrow, and there will be nothing to do next day. I will have nothing to do, and you will have nothing to do if you wait."

There was a hint of rejection and desolation in these words.

Sun turned around and entered, Wang Zhen stood there and murmured: "Is it going to be settled?"

Unless someone comes to report an urgent matter, the emperor will not leave from Sun's house late at night.

No one has come to report the matter just now, so the emperor is here tonight...

Wang Zhen's eyes were slightly dim. Like everyone here, he was looking forward to the emperor's sudden change of decisions, even if it was just a matter of putting the prince's proposal, so he felt that the second prince still had a chance to fight.

What is the key to the matter?

Wang Zhen looked at the slight light in the distance and said dejectedly: "It's not right!"

Hu Shanxiang was not loved by the emperor, but the queen's throne was still unshakable. Even if the emperor came here to rest every night, even if the emperor favored Sun's family.

But in the face of the queen's advantage, what's the use of all this?

At this moment, Wang Zhen thought of Concubine Qi from the former Han Dynasty.
Chapter completed!