Han Dao world

Chapter 699
Kong Rong and Mi Heng left Shanglin Garden, but they didn't go back to the city directly. They wandered around aimlessly for a long time until it was getting late, before returning to the city before the city gate closed.

Yang Biao was having dinner, and when he heard that Kong Rong and Mi Heng had returned, he sent someone to invite them to have dinner together.

Kong Rong didn't want to go, for fear that Yang Biao would not be able to answer Zhang Xi's biography.

On the contrary, Mi Heng was more magnanimous, and took Kong Rong away.

Yang Biao laughed when he saw Kong Rong's face. "Wenju, I guess you didn't dare to present your biography to the emperor."

Kong Rong frowned, and stopped talking.

He gave it, but it was like not giving it.

"How does the Taiwei know?" Mi Heng took his seat carelessly, and picked up his chopsticks.

"If the Son of Heaven reads it, I'm afraid Wen Ju won't go back to the city, go out of the customs directly, and never see me again." Yang Biao sized Mi Heng up for a moment, then suddenly said: "Zhengping, when I saw you, I remembered something. It has something to do with dog Yang Xiu, do you want to hear about it?"

You Heng lived in Taiwei's mansion for a few days, so he had heard of Yang Xiu, and knew that he was a young genius who was as smart as himself. Now he is serving as the prefect of Hanyang, and like Xun Yu, he has the important task of revitalizing the king's way. He is a well-deserved son of heaven confidant.

"Appreciate further details."

"Before the Battle of Huayin, Gouzi was recruited as a man, and met the emperor for the first time." Yang Biao put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped his hands, and told the story of Yang Xiu's meeting with the emperor.

In a flash, that was three years ago.

But he remembered it very clearly, and it became more and more clear.

He often thought of the emperor's question.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not so much the battle of Huayin that reversed the decline, but rather the fact that the emperor had received a revelation from heaven and had a completely different idea.The victory in the battle of Huayin is nothing but the inevitable outcome guided by this idea.

Just like the next few victories.

What exactly this idea is, he hasn't figured it out yet, but he believes that there must be a point in it.

The people and the peoples.

The original meaning of common people refers to nobles, and does not include common people, who do not have surnames.It refers to common people, it is something after the Spring and Autumn Period, and it is the result of the collapse of rituals and music.

Similar to the changes of the people, the meaning of the people has also changed a lot.

The original civilian refers to prisoners of war.In ancient times, prisoners of war were stabbed blind in one eye and then treated as slaves.Later, the meaning of min gradually broadened, and it began to refer to civilians, but it still contained a certain derogatory meaning.

The decline of the people and the rise of the people are now lumped together, but carefully distinguished, there are still some differences in fact.Without understanding these distinctions, it is difficult to correctly understand the meaning of the scriptures.

What the emperor wants to do may be to completely erase these differences and achieve great harmony in the world.

"Duke Yang is saying that the reason why the Six Kingdoms perished was not because of Qin's cruelty, but because they deserved to perish?"

Mi Heng's eyes were puzzled, a piece of meat was caught on the chopsticks, but he didn't put it into his mouth, until it slipped into the porridge, he still didn't realize it.

"I don't know." Yang Biao stood up. "If you want to know the answer, you might as well go to Hanyang. You are about the same age as Gouzi, and you may be able to talk better."

Mi Heng tilted his head and thought about it, then nodded seriously.

"I heard that Hanyang's governance performance is comparable to that of Hedong, but it has its own characteristics. I really should take a look."

Yang Biao nodded and glanced at Kong Rong inadvertently. "Just like this, when you are young, travel around the world and see different customs and customs, so that you can truly understand the knowledge of the sage. The master did not pass Hangu Pass, that is the time limit. Now that the territory of the Han Dynasty reaches Congling, how can we draw the ground as a prison and stick to it? , be a frog in a well."

Kong Rong drank the porridge in a low voice, without saying a word, but his mood was a little depressed.

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After dinner, when he returned to his residence, Kong Rong took out his sweat-soaked manuscript from his sleeve, sighed, walked to the lamp, opened the lampshade, and stretched out his hand over it.

The paper was close to the flame, and the sweat on it was evaporated, leaving a trace of white mist.

Kong Rong hesitated, unable to make up his mind.

"Why burn it?" A chuckle came from outside the door.

When Kong Rong looked back, he couldn't help being taken aback. He quickly stuffed the manuscript back into his sleeve, turned around and rushed over, holding Wang Lang's hand tightly.

"Jing Xing, why didn't you say when you came here?"

Wang Lang laughed and looked at Kong Rong's sleeve. "Could it be Zhang Jili's draft biography?"

Kong Rong smiled awkwardly, but didn't intend to take out the manuscript.

Although he didn't think Wang Lang would object to his opinion, but he no longer planned to make this biography public, so naturally he didn't want one more person to know.

Seeing this, Wang Lang didn't say anything, turned around and took a big paper bag and a jug of wine from the waiter.

"I've heard about you coming a long time ago. There are many things in the camp, and I have been unable to get away. I have free time today, and I went to the city overnight to talk to you."

As he spoke, he walked to the center of the room, opened the paper bag in his hand, and spread it out on the desk.There are salt beans, preserved plums, preserved fruits, and some dried meat.

"Try this jerky." Wang Lang said: "The beef in Yanran Mountain tastes very different from that in the Central Plains. And this wine is also goat's milk wine from outside the Great Wall. You must have never tasted it before."

Kong Rong ordered people to prepare wine glasses, while sitting down in front of the case, looked at the fragrant but somewhat crude appetizers, and felt suspicious.

"Do you usually use these to drink?"

"It's always been like this in the military." Wang Lang said with a smile, "I'm not used to it at first, but I'll just get used to it."

"You're really used to it." Kong Rong stared at Wang Lang and said, "Even the tone of his speech has the air of the Northwest. Why, it's easy to get along with people from Xiliang? Don't we meet late?"

The corner of Wang Lang's mouth twitched slightly. "That's true. If I could be born fifty years earlier, I might be able to educate Dong Zhuo and resolve a disaster for the great man. Wen Ju, are you interested in teaching in the army? After you become a saint, your knowledge is beyond my reach. If you can go to the army to educate, the effect will be ten times better than mine."

Kong Rong stared at Wang Lang with surprise.

He had heard from Yang Biao that Wang Lang was not satisfied with teaching in the army. He thought Wang Lang would complain just now, but he didn't expect that Wang Lang would not only enjoy it, but also persuade him to go with him.

"Jing Xing, even if you are a good teacher, you can't be so active, right?"

"It's not about being a good teacher, but about being able to teach without discrimination." Wang Lang picked up a salt bean, put it in his mouth, and chewed it slowly. "Everyone has the instinct to be evil and the nature to be good, so they need to be educated. If I educate a Xiliang soldier, the world will reduce one point of evil and increase one point of goodness. The big man will have one less enemy and one more Elite."

The waiter brought wine glasses, Wang Lang poured two glasses of wine, picked up a glass himself, and held it up to Kong Rong.

"Give me ten years, and I can teach at least [-] people. Although I can't fight the enemy myself, there are [-] elite guards who have been educated by me to keep the side safe. If anyone wants to get rough on me in the future, they must first Think about whether you can bear the anger of my [-] disciples."

Wang Lang raised his eyebrows. "They are my way. Now I am walking on the streets of Chang'an, as long as I show my identity as an instructor in the army, who would dare to disrespect me?"

(End of this chapter)