Chapter 37: The True Appearance of a Dandy
"No, the saints are not wrong, and Confucianism is not wrong! The Zhou Dynasty enjoyed eight hundred years of prosperity with Zhou rituals, and this is an indisputable fact. Fusu's words and deeds are all targeted and practical. But his uncle's words and deeds are aimless and he argues for the sake of arguing. This is the difference between Fusu and his uncle."
Ying Fusu is sixteen years old this year. He started his enlightenment at the age of four, and his first reading material was "The Analects of Confucius".
I studied Confucianism for twelve years, including Mencius, The Great Learning, The Doctrine of the Mean, The Book of Songs, The Book of History, The Rites of Zhou, The Book of Changes, and The Spring and Autumn Annals.
He read all Confucian classics carefully, pondered their true meaning, and had a profound understanding of Confucianism.
Ying Chengjiao's words could confuse him and keep him confused for a while, but they could not make him abandon his twelve years of Confucianism.
If Ying Fusu's ideas could be changed so easily, the First Emperor would have persuaded him in the Zhangtai Palace long ago.
People's patience is limited. Ying Fusu's repeated acts of seeking death exhausted Ying Chengjiao, who was already in a bad mood in Zhangtai Palace.
Ying Chengjiao grabbed Ying Fusu by the collar and sneered, "If we were not uncle and nephew, I would have sent you to the county myself! The court officials are pretending to be confused, but you are really confused! My brother is known as a king of tigers and wolves, so how could he give birth to a saintly bitch like you?"
While Ying Fusu was still wondering what "saint bitch" meant, Ying Chengjiao threw him hard onto the bed.
Even though there were three layers of fine silk between them, his back still hurt from the fall. The pain in his chest where Ying Chengjiao pushed him was several times greater than that in his back, causing Ying Fusu to break out in a cold sweat.
My uncle didn't use any internal energy in this throw, only his physical strength. How could he have such a huge force?
Among the people I know, only Meng Tian is capable of suppressing my uncle.
But Meng Tian was a fierce general on the battlefield, and Ying Fusu was shocked.
He had been particularly close to Ying Chengjiao before and was willing to go to Chang'an Jun Mansion, not because he discovered that his uncle was different from ordinary people.
The real reason was that Ying Chengjiao was his uncle and had been very good to him since he was a child.
The most important thing is that Ying Fusu believed that his uncle had realized his ideal social environment in Chang'an Junfu, which was what Ying Fusu cared about most.
Apart from the matter of governing the Chang'an Jun Mansion, Ying Fusu actually did not recognize Ying Chengjiao's personal abilities.
To put it more bluntly, he didn't think his uncle had any ability.
He would sunbathe in the sun until noon, stroll around the towers when he had nothing to do, and occasionally go in and out of the palace to chat with his father.
Ying Fusu saw everything Ying Chengjiao did every day.
He always believed that his uncle was uneducated, had no ambition, and was the most dissolute young man in Qin.
He also always thought that he knew his uncle very well because his uncle was so transparent in his eyes.
It was not until today that he realized that he actually did not understand his uncle at all...
"Confucianism has a positive side, and no one can deny that. Otherwise, my brother would never have allowed a Confucian scholar to sit in the court of Qin! But is Confucianism all good? There is no flawless jade in the world, nor a perfect doctrine. The world you imagine cannot leave your mind."
"Suppose two thousand years from now, there are no slaves and everyone is equal. Wine and meat are no longer the exclusive domain of the nobility, and the common people can eat whatever they want. The common people no longer worry about having enough food, and pursue good health. The common people are all educated, and there is no one who is illiterate. The state no longer forces people to join the army or farm, and everyone can choose their own job freely. There are many types of entertainment, not just towering palaces. Even in such a prosperous era, order still needs laws to maintain."
"This does not mean that the entire society does not need morality, quite the opposite. Morality determines the upper limit of a country's development, and the law is the bottom line of morality. If there is no bottom line, society will no longer exist! If society does not exist, how can we talk about morality? After all, the so-called morality is the collective consciousness of an ethnic group or a country that is born to safeguard the interests of the majority!"
Ying Chengjiao spoke fluently, without caring whether Ying Fusu could understand him or not. He said a lot in one breath, and his depressed mood was greatly relieved.
"Uncle." Ying Fusu observed Ying Chengjiao's expression, and said cautiously with his head tilted.
It can be seen that the child has probably never seen himself like this before, and is trying hard to control himself from getting angry.
"Shut up! I don't want to argue with you! I know you don't understand what I'm saying! That's not important! From this moment on, you are under house arrest! If you dare to step out of the Zheng Palace, I will go find my brother and bury 700,000 prisoners in Mount Li!"
If Ying Zheng said this, Ying Fusu would not dare to say anything back, because Ying Fusu truly believed in his heart that his father, who was known as a tyrant, was capable of doing such a thing.
But when Ying Chengjiao said this, the deterrent effect was so poor to Ying Fusu that Ying Fusu could still correct him seriously and said, "Uncle, there are only 500,000 prisoners in Mount Li. You and my father are both wrong."
Ying Chengjiao shook his head and was amused by his serious and rigid nephew.
"Very good, you can still joke with me, it seems you are not scared, come here!"
A timid little eunuch dressed in simple black eunuch uniform entered the Da Zheng Palace. Ying Chengjiao glanced back and waved his hand.
"It's not you, call the butler outside in."
"only."
The young eunuch replied in a low voice and stepped back out of the palace as if relieved.
Just now he was standing outside the door, listening to Ying Chengjiao's roar inside, and he was really frightened.
Although these eunuchs were not slaves, they had no control over their life and death.
The royal family members they served could beat them to death with just a simple reason.
"Lord Zhao, Lord Chang'an wants you to come in." The young eunuch lowered his head and spoke humbly to Lord Zhao.
Manager Zhao frowned. He was a little afraid, but not because of the eldest son Ying Fusu.
All the eunuchs and palace maids in the Xianyang Palace envied their Great Zheng Palace.
Because everyone knew that the eldest prince was humble and kind, and treated his servants very well. No palace maid or eunuch had ever died in the Zheng Palace.
What Manager Zhao was afraid of was Ying Chengjiao.
Thirteen days ago, an was beaten to death by her because he stepped into the palace with his left foot first.
The Queen Mother of Han was the biological mother of Ying Chengjiao.
Why do you have to call me?
Manager Zhao was feeling uneasy.
In the past, when someone was called in the Zheng Palace, other eunuchs would not respond because he would have rushed in long ago.
But today, he first asked the little eunuch to go in. When he heard Ying Chengjiao call him in, he was still a little hesitant.
"Someone come! Are all the people dead?" Ying Chengjiao's angry voice was heard.
Manager Zhao gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, smiled, and humbly pushed open the palace door.
"I've seen it..." A ray of light flashed across his eyes and passed across his neck.
The smile on Manager Zhao's face had not yet faded, and before he could finish his words, a mouthful of blood spurted into the air.
Boom~
The head hit the ground and rolled to Ying Chengjiao's feet.
Ying Chengjiao stepped on it and started laughing. His smile was exactly the same as when he was made to laugh by Ying Fusu just now.
"Are you scared this time?"
