Daqin: In the snow of storytelling, the first emperor gave me a reward

Chapter 8 8. All parties shake!Sit and 'whip down'? ! ! [Please everything! 】

Xianyang City.

This place is thousands of miles away from Sage City.

but.

Zhang Xiao's influence did not weaken at all as the distance increased.

The booksellers in Xianyang City, seeing the endless stream of people buying books, can only earn 3000 taels of silver a day with tears in their blood!

"Don't miss it when you pass by!"

"The latest storybook is the new long story of Mr. Zhang Xiao!"

"Buy now! The last [-] copies!"

Children at the behest of a bookseller.

Yelling everywhere.

For fear of missing every guest.

On the street, the sound of vendors shouting and selling can be heard endlessly.

The aroma of rice soup, the aroma of pancakes, and the sizzling sound of fried meat floated in the sky.

Full of smoke.

Pedestrians coming and going, bustling with each other, are all holding a story book in their hands to watch it.

in the crowd.

A young man in a moon-white gold-silk Confucian gown walked slowly and heavily, looking at the people on both sides from time to time, with a hint of contented joy in his eyes.

"Young master, please slow down."

The servant beside him whispered, and secretly reached out to isolate the pedestrians around.

"It doesn't matter! I am the same person as them. There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority. There is no need to stop people."

"What are they looking at?"

"I'm so obsessed with it, could it be some kind of Confucian classic?"

This young talent is the eldest son of the Great Qin Dynasty, Fusu!

"Your Highness, don't say the four words of Confucian classics again. His Majesty the Emperor knows it, and I'm afraid he will continue to scold you!"

A middle-aged man beside him said in a deep voice.

Just the other day.

His Majesty the First Emperor solicited the opinions of all the officials in the court, whether to use the system of prefectures and counties to establish the country.

A group of Confucian scholars stood up and said that the ancestral system cannot be violated, and the system of enfeoffment should be used!
Fusu also stood up.

Strive for enfeoffment!
This runs counter to what His Majesty the First Emperor wanted.

Fusu's teacher, Chun Yuyue, this great Confucian even grabbed the ground with his head, stood up and gave a strong admonition!
He said, I have never heard of a dynasty that ruled for a long time without learning the experience of ancient times!All ministers who oppose the enfeoffment system are not loyal ministers!
These words completely ignited His Majesty the First Emperor's displeasure with Confucian scholars!

Remove Chunyu Yue from his official position on the spot!

Angrily scolded Fusu, scolded him for studying Confucianism, and wanted to send him to guard the Great Wall to practice blood.

Fu Su was depressed and frustrated.

All the Confucian classics in the mansion were taken away by the first emperor.

Not only that.

It is said that His Majesty Shihuang may completely burn the Confucian classics!

Fusu felt desperate and helpless.

Think out for a walk.

Just saw the script in the hands of passers-by on the street.

Interested!
"Go, bring the scriptures to the young master."

The middle-aged man ordered to the servants around him.

"Meng Yi, do you also think that the Confucian classics are already outdated for me, Great Qin?"

Fusu looked at the middle-aged man beside him, his eyes were full of gloom, and he looked at the northern sky.

"Young Master Hui, the First Emperor is an emperor through the ages. He has already seen through the disadvantages of the enfeoffment system. It is impossible to pass on the Great Qin's foundation through the ages!"

Meng Yi's voice was low, whispering in Fusu's ear.

"But……"

Before Fusu finished speaking.

The servant brought the scripture over.

"Recently, I've heard about this story a long time ago. I didn't expect it to be like this."

"It is said that a storyteller came to the inn from Youlai in Sage City, and the stories he told were wonderful and fascinating, making people not feel intoxicated by it."

Meng Yi glanced at it and said with a smile.

Fusu opened it curiously and looked.

"This storyteller is very courageous. He dares to comment on Tian Mi, the head of the farmhouse, so he is not afraid of being retaliated?"

Meng Yi frowned slightly when he saw the storytelling on the front page, and a look of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"However, his knowledge is extraordinary."

"The beauties in the major dynasties are not only listed one by one, but also the power they belong to!"

"Among the current Great Qin, perhaps only the Shadow Secret Guards know about this?"

Fu Su nodded slightly, without reading the book, he felt a little admiration and curiosity towards Zhang Xiao.

"Look at the story he told, whether it is as exciting as the rumors..."

time flies.

Unconsciously.

Read the script.

An hour has passed.

Fusu, Meng Yi and the others rubbed their legs, looked up, and saw the sunset.

Most of the pedestrians on the street were gone.

Far less lively than before.

"This script is really wonderful!"

"Unexpectedly, we stood on the street and watched for an hour!"

Fusu rubbed his numb legs, looked at the scripture in his hand, his eyes were full of vigor again!

It seems.

He also wanted to be like Xu Fengnian.

Give up everything for Daqin!
I only hope that the Great Qin will stand in the world for hundreds of millions of years!
"This Xiao has two brushes, and the story he made up is as real as it is!"

"If it wasn't for my business, I would really like to meet this person!"

"I don't know, Ye Baikui, the soldier of the Spring and Autumn Families, and my elder brother, who is stronger!"

After seeing the contents of the book, Meng Yi wished to find Zhang Xiao immediately and ask him to comment on Meng Tian and Ye Baikui, which one is stronger and which is weaker!

"Interesting, really interesting..."

Fusu pinched the story book and let out a light laugh, with an unknown light flashing in his eyes.

"Go home!"

"I want to write a letter to the emperor, and go to the city of sages!"

……

Sage City.

Little Sage Village.

Pavilions, terraces and pavilions overlap each other.

Green bamboo forests, singing birds and fragrant flowers.

In the sparkling water, the blue sky is reflected.

The sound of Lang Lang's reading, the four characters "Zhe Ye", floated lightly in the winding corridors in the villa.

into here.

Then the mind and body no longer belong to oneself.

belong to heaven and earth.

There has never been a sense of tranquility and tranquility, which floods your limbs and bones, making you feel as if you are isolated from the world.

At this moment, I just want to take an ancient book, lean against the tree lazily, shake my head, and read aloud leisurely.

things down the mountain.

Rarely can come.

But today is different.

A storyteller came to the city of sages.

The story told is fantastic.

It attracted Confucian disciples to watch.

Even if the three masters of Confucianism personally came forward to ban this book, they would not be able to make the disciples feel at ease at all.

Read the classics.

A group of Confucian disciples stretched their waists, stood up immediately, and ran out quickly.

"Show me the latest storybook!"

"Don't grab it! Why grab it! Buy it yourself if you have the ability!"

"Keep your voice down, if Master and the others hear it, they will confiscate it again!"

"Confiscate it if it is confiscated. I bought several copies and hid them in different places!"

"Oh my god! The story in this issue is so exciting! Are there any comments on the homepage?"

"Wow, all the beauties from the major dynasties are listed... Are they real or fake? Are they really prettier than Tian Mi?"

Although these Confucian disciples spoke very quietly.

But in the ears of the three masters of Confucianism.

But like thunder.

Sage Court.

The three masters are sitting here.

The person on the left is personable, elegant and decent, with long hair tied in a cloud cloth, eyes like bright stars, extraordinary!
The three masters of Confucianism, Zhang Liang!

The person on the right has a goose crown and hairpin, a neat beard on his chin, and an expressionless face. From his face, one can feel a trace of tranquility, indifferent and nothingness.

The second master of Confucianism, Yan Lu!

The person sitting in the first place is the head of Confucianism, Fu Nian!

On the tea table in front of him, there are more than a dozen books of stories in snow.

All of these disciples were confiscated.

Zhang Liang opened it casually, shook his head, with a trace of disdain in his eyes.

"This book is nothing more than a story circulated in the streets and alleys of the city."

"These disciples look at these all day long, how can they cultivate themselves, regulate their families, govern the country, and bring peace to the world?"

"The story is simple and the words are quite vulgar. This storyteller dares to tell the story in the city of saints after a few days of schooling?"

"The reputation of Confucianism may be tarnished by him."

He shook his head, saddened by the depravity of Confucian disciples.

Also worried about the reputation of Confucianism.

Fu Nian raised his brows.

Obviously, the reputation of Confucianism mentioned by Zhang Liang touched his bottom line.

He, Zhang Liang and Yan Lu have always been at odds with Confucianism.

As for the reputation of Confucianism, he would rather expel the disciples in the sect, and the younger brother must also protect it very much!
No one is allowed to damage it!

His great wish in this life is to establish Confucianism as the foundation of governing the country!

"Zifang, this storyteller has nothing to do with my Confucianism. It is a bit too much to say that it has tarnished the reputation of Confucianism."

For the book in the snow.

He likes to watch it.

The story is very interesting.

How could it be as vulgar as Zhang Liang said?

Furthermore.

The reason why he confiscated these scriptures was just to let Confucian disciples study hard.

Otherwise, if you peek in class, you won’t be able to learn anything!

"Senior Brother Fu Nian, Zifang thinks that this Xiao has already affected my daily life in my little Shengxianzhuang."

"Now, these disciples don't have the heart to read Confucian classics, they are all focused on these scriptures!"

"In the long run, I'm afraid they will no longer have admiration for our three teachers, let alone Confucianism!"

Zhang Liang sighed slightly, and refuted Fu Nian with reason and evidence, but it really made people unable to find any problems!
Fu Nian shook his head slightly in his heart, Zifang's eloquence is still so good, he is not good at debating, but fighting is fine.

Yan Lu showed a rare smile.

Fu Nian is always speechless by Zhang Liang.

Even if I have seen it many times.

Still very interesting.

Zhang Liang looked at Yan Lu and met his eyes, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.
If Zhang Xiao is here.

Will definitely come up with the language.

It slammed on Zhang Liang's face fiercely.

shout out.

You like debating, don't you?
You like to sit and talk, don't you?
Do I need to tell you, what is sitting down? ! !
(End of this chapter)