Chapter 51 It would be a pity if you, the Meng family, don't attack
On the palace road.
Minister of State Chunyu Yue and Confucian Doctor Fusheng were both dressed in Confucian long gowns and walked side by side.
"Brother Chunyu, what is the purpose of His Majesty's convening of this court meeting?"
Ever since Fusheng listened to Chunyu Yue's explanation that day, he felt ashamed of himself for not being as good as Chunyu Yue in understanding state affairs.
He was afraid that he might say something wrong during the court session and disrupt Chunyu Yue's plan, so he wanted to ask.
Chunyu Yue had been frowning slightly, and he didn't know what was bothering him. When he heard Fu Sheng's question, he temporarily put aside his thoughts.
After a moment's silence, he said, "Nine out of ten, it's to discuss the unfinished business of the last court meeting. Your Majesty is unwilling to divide the fiefs. He is a person who can share adversity, but not wealth."
"You don't want to implement the system of feudal fiefdoms? Then how are we going to govern the world? Ever since Dayu controlled the floods and established the Nine Provinces, China has gone through the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties. Has there ever been a time when feudal fiefdoms were not implemented? This move is absolutely absurd!" Fusheng frowned much more deeply than Chunyu Yue did before.
Wang Wan, Wei Zhuang, Wei Liao and others supported the enfeoffment because they made outstanding contributions to the unification of the Qin State.
If the Qin State implemented the feudal system, they would definitely be able to obtain fiefdoms and kingdoms. They supported the feudal system for their own interests.
Fu Sheng supported the enfeoffment, which had nothing to do with interests.
Because no matter how many fiefs the Qin State divided, he, a Confucian scholar who came to Qin after Qin unified the world, would not get any.
He supported feudal fiefdom simply because of the little knowledge he had.
As a pure traditional Confucian disciple, if you do not respect Zhou rituals and do not support Zhou's feudal system, can you still be called a Confucian disciple?
This was the common thinking of traditional Confucian students during the Qin Dynasty.
"Brother Fu, a little impatience will ruin a great plan. Today you just watch from the sidelines and don't say anything. This court meeting will determine the foundation for Qin to govern the world. Those who fail in the political debate will have to leave the Qin court, even if they don't die." Chunyu Yue, who also studied traditional Confucianism, advised him.
He was now very glad that he had gone to Fusheng's mansion at dawn and found Fusheng to come here with him.
Otherwise, given Fu Sheng's character, there is a great possibility that he would bring a catastrophe to Confucianism today.
"How can this be? Not implementing the feudal system is tantamount to betraying Confucius! You and I are unworthy of being disciples of Confucianism!" Fusheng retorted.
"Brother Fu, the first prerequisite for the revitalization of Confucianism is that Confucianism can continue to exist in the world. If this angers Your Majesty, Confucianism will be banned throughout the world. With the execution power of the Qin State, our Confucianism will be wiped out in a few years."
Chunyu Yue said earnestly: "Once your majesty decides not to divide the fiefdoms, we must not only not disobey your majesty, but also nod our heads in agreement."
"How can this be possible?! If we abandon Confucius's thoughts, will Confucianism still be Confucianism?"
Fu Sheng stopped and his voice was so loud that all the Qin officials who were also heading to the Xianyang Palace looked at him sideways .
Chunyu Yue hurriedly pulled Fu Sheng to take two quick steps, and said in a low and urgent voice: "A monarch's reign is no shorter than a few years, and no longer than twenty years! Even if Confucianism has changed, it can only last for twenty years at most! When the eldest son takes the throne, you can bring up the division of fiefdoms again and restore Confucianism to its original state! Can't you bear for more than twenty years to make Confucianism last forever?"
Fusheng understood Chunyu Yue's meaning.
But if Fu Sheng, who devoted his entire life to Confucianism, betrayed Confucius and tampered with Confucianism, it would be better to kill him.
He wanted to refute Chunyu Yue, but he also knew that apart from studying, he could not compare with Chunyu Yue, who had a far-sighted vision, in developing Confucianism. He could only say in a somewhat angry tone: "Your Majesty is in good health. It is said that he approves memorials of one stone a day. He may be as good as King Zhaoxiang of Qin."
King Zhaoxiang of Qin, Ying Ji, reigned for fifty-six years.
When Chunyu Yue heard Fu Sheng's words, he knew that Fu Sheng would not speak nonsense in the court at least today. He smiled and said, "We are planning to achieve great success for generations to come. Compared with this, what is the difference between enduring for more than 20 years and enduring for 56 years?"
Fu Sheng was speechless.
Chunyu Yue couldn't help but quicken his pace as he looked at the Xianyang Palace, which stood majestically in front of him with its soaring eaves bathed in the morning light.
The eldest son has never missed a court meeting, so he should have arrived.
Not far behind Chunyu Yue and Fu Sheng.
The left prime minister Wei Zhuang, the right prime minister Wang Wan, the imperial censor Feng Quji, and the internal historian Meng Yi were all gathered together not far from each other, chatting as they walked.
Wei Zhuang, who has Hu ancestry, prominent facial features and a pair of blue eyes, stands with his hands behind his back and speaks in a clear voice.
"The Right Prime Minister is vigorous and energetic. I would be satisfied if I could be half as vigorous as him at this age."
Wang Wan, who was fifty-seven years old and had a head full of white hair, but walked with an unusually steady pace, said: "I am in good health, but I have a heart disease. Although we both have the surname Wang, I envy Wucheng Hou very much."
Feng Quji followed Wang Wan's words and said, "I am also very envious. Looking at the whole Qin State, the only one who can be compared to the Marquis of Wucheng is Lord Meng of the Meng family. Internal History Meng, Lord Meng, how is he doing?"
Although Meng Yi was the Internal History, one of the Nine Ministers, and the real power in charge of Xianyang City, his official position was not much lower than those of the others. However, he suffered from his age, as those present were all of his grandfather's or great-grandfather's generation.
Hearing Feng Quji praising his grandfather, Meng Yi humbly said, "Thank you for your concern, Doctor Yushi. My grandfather is fine now."
The other three paused at the same time.
"Mr. Meng is already ninety years old, right? Can he eat meat? Can he still fight?" Wang Wan said with a smile.
Although Meng Yi and Meng Tian are brothers and come from a military family, he was born with a scholarly face.
At this moment, an expression of undisguised surprise appeared on his elegant face.
Why are these people concerned about his grandfather today?
Is my grandfather really that popular?
Why didn’t we see these people coming to visit my grandfather at home in the past?
"My grandfather once said that as long as Your Majesty needs me, I can still put on my armor and go into battle."
Wang Wan, Wei Zhuang, and Feng Quji listened to Meng Yi's answer, looked at Meng Yi's expression, and flattered him one after another:
"Mr. Meng is still strong and healthy at old age. That's very good, very good."
"With Lord Meng's protection, we have nothing to worry about."
"I will definitely visit Lord Meng some other day."
Meng Yi, who was only 25 years old but had already ascended to the position of the most powerful minister of Qin State - the Nei Shi, scratched his head.
Strange, why do these words feel a little fake?
If we were to translate what these people said, it would be like this:
Wei Zhuang: "Wang Wan, you are old. Do you want to charge now while you are still healthy? If you charge, I will charge!"
Wang Wan: "Go ahead! I'm not Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng, who was given the fiefdom of Wucheng long ago!"
Feng Quji: "Who wouldn't be envious? If you guys follow suit, I will follow suit too! Qin said that the Meng family is as famous as the Wang family, but Meng Ao is not a marquis, and he doesn't have any fiefdom. Meng Yi, will you guys follow suit?"
Meng Yi said, "Thank you for your concern, Grand Censor. My father is fine now."
What reached the ears of the three people was: "Don't rush, the Meng family is doing well now."
Wang Wan: "Meng Ao is already over 90 years old. While Meng Ao is still alive and well, shouldn't the Meng family seize the opportunity to make another push?"
Meng Yi said, "My grandfather once said that as long as Your Majesty needs me, I can still put on my armor and go into battle."
What reached the ears of the three people was: "The Meng family stands on the side of His Majesty and will not charge!"
The following are the compliments from the three people:
"Meng Ao is still alive. It would be a pity if your Meng family didn't make an attack."
"Go back and ask Meng Ao, let's charge together!"
"Find a day and I'll go to your Meng family to ask Meng Ao whether he wants to rush or not!"
