Everyone had enough food and drink, and they said they were happy.

After the joy was over, Xishan College started classes.

As we come, we naturally cannot help but want to see where the new learning is.

Among the crowd, a person wearing a silk scarf but not very conspicuous was also moving with the crowd.

The potato beef is really delicious.

The more delicious it was, the more the man wanted to grab his son and beat him up.

In a short time, more than 30 cows died inexplicably near Xishan.

A cow is a trivial matter.

The rebellious son is the one who cares about him.

The person coming... It was Emperor Hongzhi, surrounded by guards.

In fact, when Emperor Hongzhi was young, he also liked to travel at night. Anyway, he was wandering around outside the palace, so he would be fine wherever he went, so just don’t let the foreign ministers know.

Now that he is old, there are fewer opportunities to travel like this.

But when he walked out tonight, he remembered that when Zhu Houzhao was still a child, when Zhu Houzhao was only seven or eight years old at that time, and he held the child's hand like an ordinary father. Zhu Houzhao always asked many incredible questions.

"Father, will I be the emperor in the future? But why do I have to be sneaky when I become the emperor and leave the palace?"

"Father, is the son minister born to the mother? Why does the mother always hold the girl instead of the son minister?"

"Father, why don't you be close to women? I heard from others that my father has hidden secrets, what is hidden secrets?"

At that time, Emperor Hongzhi, like all the fathers in the world, no matter how strange the son asked, he always answered patiently, even many questions...it was very bad.

But...it changed later.

The child is still the same child, and the prince's temperament has not changed.

And how has my heart changed?

But my mentality has changed.

These days, he felt more and more that his body began to deteriorate inevitably, and even occasionally felt dizzy, which was not as good as he was in his prime.

The older the prince was, the more he felt that the child in front of him was not just his son, but the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

He began to become harsh and harsh.

Preventing the problem from escalating is the instinct of being a father.

More than thirty cows.

When Emperor Hongzhi was thinking while walking, he followed Xiao Jing step by step.

Xiao Jing looked at his left and right with caution. He seemed very worried. It was too late and His Majesty refused to return to the palace. If there was any accident, he would be to blame.

But the more we came here in the West Mountain, the more lights came to light up in thousands of houses, which was particularly lively.

The most lively one is Xishan Academy.

"Have you found that gangster?" Emperor Hongzhi smiled faintly and said, "If you can't find it, go there and take a look. Some people say that Wang Shouren's bad intentions are, and some people say that this is the world's learning! I want to know why these sweet potatoes and potatoes were cultivated from the West Mountain. Go and take a look. I promised them to make trouble, so of course they should see how much they can make trouble."

In Xishan Academy, when the students left school, the place was still brightly lit and crowded.

Gentlemen are different from scholars. Although gentry is also scholars, they no longer regard studying as a career, or fail repeatedly, which makes people feel disheartened. It is better to live with a few acres of land at home.

Therefore, the gentry who ate potatoes during the day stayed, and they were more of a mentality of watching the fun.

Everyone was crowded in the Minglun Hall of Xishan Academy. As soon as Wang Shouren appeared, some scholars who came to study quickly stood up and saluted Wang Shouren.

Other scholars seem to have not been influenced by the new learning, so they just watched coldly.

Wang Shouren glanced at everyone, sat down, and then started teaching.

Wang Shouren has grown up, more majestic than before, and his new theories are becoming more detailed and convincing.

This is the first time that many people have heard this new learning. They suddenly realized it, but they felt something was reasonable in their hearts.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled in a corner where no one paid attention, and seemed not moved by Wang Shouren's lecture.

Other scholars may be attracted by talents like Wang Shouren.

But what kind of person was Emperor Hongzhi? Since childhood, all the people around him were famous scholars of the times. No matter who stood up, it would be enough to make people feel ashamed.

Their theoretical skills are so solid and their high level are not even comparable to those of the immature Wang Shouren.

so……

Emperor Hongzhi did not think that Wang Shouren's seemingly novel theory could attract him.

He couldn't help feeling disappointed in his heart. He had already passed Fang Jifan and the prince to learn a little about it. Of course, he naturally felt that there were some advantages here, but as a science, this new theory still lacked many shortcomings.

Neo-Confucianism has been popular for hundreds of years, and dozens of generations of the world's most outstanding Neo-Confucianism scholars have been constantly improving their theory. How could they be just a Hanlin, or a Hanlin teacher, the boy Fang Jifan, who wanted to shake it?

Emperor Hongzhi smiled, stood up and prepared to leave.

But at this moment, when Wang Shouren's class was halfway through, a sneer sneered and interrupted: "Looking at Mr. Wang's words, it seems that as long as he does not know how to integrate his actions, he will become a waste. Are scholars a waste? Which one of the people who govern the country and pacify the world is a waste? Fan Wenzheng, dare you ask if it is a wine bag? Yu Shaobao of this dynasty is also a scholar, and he is also a wine bag?"

Emperor Hongzhi's steps were slightly stopped, and the guards around him who pretended to be Confucian scholars also stopped one after another.

Emperor Hongzhi knelt down again with a smile on his face.

At this time, Wang Shouren slowly raised his eyes and saw the person who raised the question.

This is an elderly man in his forties, sitting in the corner, holding his hands, looking contemptuous.

Wang Shouren has seen many such people, and to be more precise, he has also seen many such doubts.

Fan Wenzheng was the famous prime minister Fan Zhongyan in the Song Dynasty. Yu Shaobao was the Tumu Fort change, which turned the tide and defended Beijing City.

The lives of these two people have had ups and downs, but they all have one thing in common: they were both famous for a while and were admired by scholars all over the world.

Wang Shouren said calmly: "You are Fan Wenzheng, are you Yu Shaobao?"

Wang Shouren's rhetorical question was unexpected, and the man suddenly lost his words. Obviously, he would never be as good as Fan Wenzheng or as good as Shaobao.

At this time, Wang Shouren said again: "But in this world, there are a hundred thousand scholars who want to be Fan Wenzheng and Yu Shaobao. So, how can these one hundred thousand scholars do after Tumubao?"

"The Tatars are here, do you dare to fight with them?"

“…”

Wang Shouren is simply an old man in the education industry, and he always has bows, horses, fists and feet.

Everyone was silent, and some seemed thoughtful.

"Can you really remember that Shang Yu Shaobao has the ability to defeat the enemy?"

“…”

"You know that the Tatars are best at bows and horses, so do you know the weaknesses of the Tatars in fighting?"

“…”

"Who do you know that there is a river outside Juyong Pass. What is it called? How wide is it?"

“…”

"Do you know what is the difference between the horses of the Tatars, the horses of the Western Regions, and the horses of the North Koreans?"

“…”

"Why, I can't answer? Obviously you don't know anything, but you still dare to compare Fan Wenzheng and Yu Shaobao. Don't you feel ashamed?"

“…”

Speaking of this, Wang Shouren sighed and shook his head and said, "The Tatars are here. Many scholars in the world talk a lot. They think they are Yu Shaobao and Fan Wenzhenggong. But the scholars in the world are 1.5 million, relying on their high talk, they cannot hurt the Tatars a little bit. The Tatars and the Oirats are also after the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Since Emperor Wen swept the desert for a hundred years, they have been rekindled and invaded the doors and households every year, leading to the Tumu Fort change, and even the people in the border towns are displaced and frustrated. There is a righteous person who dares to stand up and pat his chest and says, "Although I am just a scholar, I have a way to subdue the Tatars."

"Even if not, that's fine, but one person dared to stand up and said that one day the Tatars came to me, can I kill him?"

...

Everyone was still silent, but in the crowd, the expressions of many people became complicated.

This is obviously a naked ridicule, but for a moment it seemed like it was difficult to find rebuttal words!

When we talked about this, Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan tiptoed over.

These days are Zhu Houzhao's happiest time. For him, these scholars are all his kind guests. They have made a fortune by everyone's righteousness and profit.

He listened to Mr. Wang's words, with a serious look on his face, and nakedly mocked the empty-talking scholars, and couldn't help but scream in his heart.

He smiled and winked at Fang Jifan.

Fang Jifan ignored him! But as a father, no, he was a mentor, Fang Jifan was quite pleased at this time. As his disciple, he was becoming more and more famous as a great scholar, and he didn't know when he would be able to develop the sage's elegance.

By then, it must be bright and bright.

Fang Jifan stared at Wang Shouren intently.

Wang Shouren seemed a little angry today.

Wang Shouren took a deep breath and continued to ask: "What is conscience? Conscience is in your hearts. You respect Fan Wenzhenggong and Shaobao. This proves that you have conscience, but since you have conscience, you talk about the classics with your hands. What's the use? Who can move the Tatars at all? Even if you have the power to keep a chicken, even if you have the way of a saint, you are just useless people. When you are at a critical moment, your only use is to repay the king with one's death."

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Chapter completed!