Chapter 36: Ying Fusu was completely fooled!
Ying Fusu's sleeping palace, Da Zheng Palace.
At Ying Chengjiao's request, Ying Fusu invited out all the eunuchs and palace maids.
The grease in the palace lanterns crackled as the candlelight burned.
Ying Chengjiao sat on Ying Fusu's bed, crossed his legs, folded his arms, and sneered at Ying Fusu.
Ying Fusu felt very uncomfortable being stared at, he straightened his clothes and said, "Thank you, uncle."
"I dare not be your uncle." Ying Chengjiao said in a very bad tone: "How can I, Ying Chengjiao, dare to be the uncle of you, Ying Fusu, the Great Sage Ying?"
Ying Fusu looked ashamed and said, "Uncle, please don't laugh at Fusu. Fusu is not a saint at all."
Ying Chengjiao jumped over and slapped Ying Fusu on the head: "Do you still know that you are not a saint?"
"If you are not a saint, why do you do what saints do!"
"I spent so much effort to keep you in Xianyang, and you got mad?! You have to provoke my brother!"
Ying Chengjiao beat and scolded him at the same time, and was so angry that he slapped him more than ten times.
During this period, Ying Fusu did not dodge or evade, but accepted all the slaps from Ying Chengjiao and listened to all the reprimands from Ying Chengjiao.
When Ying Chengjiao stopped.
Ying Fusu then apologized: "Uncle, please don't be angry. If I get sick because of my fault, I will never make up for it even if I die a thousand times."
This again? Admitting mistakes but refusing to change?
Ying Chengjiao's anger, which had just subsided a little, rose again, "I'm telling you, don't act like a dead man! Otherwise, I'll go and persuade my brother to bury seven hundred thousand people for you right under the Zheng Palace!"
“…”
Seeing that Ying Fusu was frightened, Ying Chengjiao sat back on the bed covered with the finest brocade and crossed his legs.
"Tell me everything you and your brother said and did in Zhangtai Palace after Gai Nie left."
Only by fully understanding the facts can we solve the problem.
Ying Fusu told the story completely according to the facts without any exaggeration.
Ying Chengjiao felt a headache after hearing this, and he had the same doubts as Ying Zheng.
"How do you self-strategize?"
"Self-strategy?" Ying Fusu didn't know what Ying Chengjiao was talking about, but he was not surprised.
Ever since Ying Fusu could remember, his uncle always seemed to say some strange words.
Ying Chengjiao patiently said, "At the court meeting, you were extremely disappointed with Confucianism and fainted from anger. In the blink of an eye, you got stuck in this rut of Confucianism again, but what did anyone tell you?"
Let me know who is instigating my nephew, and I will send the secret guards to kill him in the middle of the night!
"No one talked to Fusu." Ying Fusu shook his head, then looked at Ying Chengjiao eagerly and said, "It was not others who made Fusu change, but you, my uncle!"
Can this guy hear my voice? Does he want me to kill myself?
"It's none of your business!"
"Uncle, this kind of street slang is not elegant, it's better to say less."
"Naigong is pleased! Don't bring me into this bragging! Tell the truth what happened!"
Ying Fusu didn't quite understand the middle sentence of Ying Chengjiao, but by connecting the two sentences before and after, he still understood the general meaning.
"The teacher's words and deeds are inconsistent. The Confucianists only have Doctor Fu to speak for Confucius. These Confucian scholars who have read Confucianism are unable to practice Confucius' ideas. Fusu was extremely disappointed and thought that the benevolent rule advocated by Confucianism was just a delusion. But Fusu lay on the bed and suddenly thought of his uncle."
"Although my uncle is not well-educated and does not like formalities, the atmosphere in his house is very happy. Everyone has a smile on their face, and their behavior is not afraid of other Qin people. They love my uncle more than they respect him. Isn't this Datong!"
Ying Fusu became more and more excited as he spoke.
"My uncle, who has not read many books, can achieve the great harmony of my family! As long as my father governs the country with benevolence and grants amnesty to the world, he will surely make the whole Qin State like my uncle's family!"
Ying Chengjiao's face grew darker as he listened.
Haven’t read many books?
In previous lives, the Internet was extremely developed and information was so explosive.
I wrote down all the knowledge I know on bamboo slips. Those bamboo slips couldn’t even fit on five or even five hundred carts.
Let’s not talk about past lives, let’s just talk about this life.
In the Qin State, which was extremely lacking in entertainment methods, all the existing classics in the State had long been read.
You said I haven't read many books. Have you asked your father?
"In that case, it is really your uncle who has misled you." Ying Chengjiao said with a wry smile.
Ying Fusu seemed to have not heard Ying Chengjiao's sarcasm at all, and said with longing eyes: "Although my uncle does not like etiquette, he and I are of the same mind. Please go with me to meet the emperor and persuade him."
"I told you! Don't involve me in your bragging!" Ying Chengjiao grabbed Ying Fusu's collar and interrupted him viciously.
"Uncle, what is this?"
"Shut up!"
Ying Chengjiao interrupted Ying Fusu again and stared into his eyes.
"You have ideals, you want to save the world, there is nothing wrong with that. But relying solely on the pie painted by Confucianism cannot make the world full, do you understand?"
"Duke Zhou created the Zhou rituals, and the world prospered, people were kind, the crops were plentiful, and all things were in order..."
No, my nephew is well-versed in Confucian classics, and Confucianism is logically consistent in this era. I will never be able to convince my nephew who completely believes in Confucianism with just theory, so I need to think of another way.
Ying Chengjiao thought for a moment and decided to fight poison with poison. Since you trust me completely, then I will be completely doubtful and use magic to defeat magic!
"How do you know? Did you see it with your own eyes?"
Ying Fusu was stunned.
He originally thought that he would have a debate with Ying Chengjiao, just like the one he had with Ying Zheng in Zhangtai Palace - quoting from classics, making incisive remarks, and using objects to support his arguments.
I never thought I would encounter such a controversial question from Ying Chengjiao.
When my uncle asked this, did he, like my father, question the authenticity of the ancient heyday?
"No, but it is recorded in the History of Zhou."
"Who wrote the History of Zhou? How can you be sure that he really wrote it? Even if he really wrote it, how can you be sure that he recorded the true history? Could he not lie to you? Even if he did not lie to you, would he not be deceived by those in power? Could it be that what he thought was the true history is not actually the true history?"
Ying Fusu's brain was overloaded by the rhetorical questions one after another. He stammered, "Uncle, do you believe in the Bamboo Annals like my father, even though you don't believe in the History of ?"
"Who wrote the Bamboo Annals? How can you be sure that he really wrote it? Even if he really wrote it, how can you be sure that he recorded the true history? Couldn't he lie to you?"
"Even if he didn't lie to you, then he wouldn't be deceived by those in power? Could it be that what he thought was the real history is not actually the real history?"
Ying Chengjiao asked a barrage of questions again, and Ying Fusu was stunned.
My uncle neither believes in the "History of Zhou" nor the "Bamboo Annals", so what does he believe in?
"Come on, speak up. Why don't you say anything?" Ying Chengjiao sneered.
Ying Fusu: Uncle, you don’t believe in anything, what else can I say?
After holding it in for a long time, Ying Fusu squeezed out a few words sullenly: "My uncle is like this, Fusu really has no words to say."
"Do you think I'm unreasonable? There's nothing to talk about with someone like me?"
This is what Ying Fusu thought in his heart, but he did not say it out loud, nor did he nod - he could not be rude to his elders.
"The reason why the thoughts of various philosophers and the theories of hundreds of schools of thought can spread far and wide and penetrate into people's hearts is that they are all based on the belief of all people. If I doubt everything, then no matter whether it is Confucius or Shang Yang, what can their knowledge add to me?"
Ying Fusu was still confused. He could understand everything Ying Chengjiao said, but he could not understand what Ying Chengjiao wanted to express.
"Uncle, are you trying to establish a new school of thought by denying the various schools of thought?"
"I not only deny the philosophers, I deny everything. Why is the thing hanging in the sky during the day called the 'sun'? I insist on calling it the 'moon'! Why is the thing hanging in the starry sky at night called the 'moon'? I insist on calling it the 'sun'! Is that possible? If you say it's not possible, then tell me why it's not possible! In this world, is there any truth that cannot be questioned?"
The sun and the moon are reversed!
If what Ying Chengjiao said before was still within the scope of Ying Fusu's understanding.
When Ying Chengjiao said that the sun was the moon and the moon was the sun, Ying Fusu understood everything completely - his uncle had gone crazy.
The heaven, earth, sun and moon, ethical principles and moral codes, these are the iron laws that are rooted in the hearts of every person in this era.
When the wise and capable Qin Shi Huangdi was criticized by his ministers for imprisoning the empress dowager, he silently acknowledged the criticism.
The names of the sun and the moon are greater than filial piety, and this cannot be doubted.
"Uncle, please be at ease." Ying Fusu helped Ying Chengjiao sit on the couch, then shouted loudly: "Come here! Quickly call for the imperial physician!"
"Wait a minute!"
Ying Chengjiao held Ying Fusu's hand and said meaningfully, "I questioned the Historical Records, the philosophers, the sun and the moon, and everything. In your eyes, I was suffering from madness. What about you? You regard Confucius as a saint, and Confucianism as a criterion, and you trust it completely. Do you know that the moon waxes and wanes, and the water overflows when it is full? You have both gone to extremes. What is the difference between you and me?!"
"…What's the difference between me and my uncle?"
Ying Fusu murmured to himself as if struck by lightning.
