Rebirth of Wu Ba Spring and Autumn

"My lord, the prime minister on the right, Kong Qiu, is ill."

In the Zide Palace, Qing Ji, who was taking a break from his busy schedule, was playing Go with Fan Li.

CRRC Fu Lingjiao slipped into the interior to report something, which made Qingji stunned for a moment.

"sick?"

Qingji squinted his eyes and said, "Kongqiu's body is usually very strong, and he has no major illnesses. It's all good. He doesn't get sick in the morning and doesn't get sick in the evening. What's the reason for being sick at this time?"

Fan Li smiled and said, "Your Majesty, this is probably Confucius' excuse."

"The hunting is imminent. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for the widow to excuse his illness at this time?"

Before celebrating Ji, an imperial edict was issued at the Great Court Meeting.

This time, the officials, their heirs, and followers must wear Hu clothes to participate in the hunt. Anyone who disobeys, no matter whether they are sick or do not wear Hu clothes, will be confiscated and dismissed from office.

Could it be that Kong Qiu thought that Qingji would be lenient and give him special care?
This is absolutely impossible.

Confucius and Qingji had been monarchs and ministers for more than [-] years, so it was impossible not to understand Qingji's character and his consistent style.

In other words, Kong Qiu wanted to retire, and wanted to use this to coerce Qingji to change his mind and take back the Yifu order?

Not right either!
It is imperative for the state of Wu to ride and shoot in Hufu. This is not something that Confucius or any other group can stop.

"I don't know how the king plans to treat Confucius?"

Fan Li asked curiously.

"Kong Qiu is an old minister of the widow. Over the years, he has made great contributions to our country of Wu. How can the widow treat him so harshly?"

Qing Ji smiled, then changed the subject, and said, "Of course, this is by no means a reason for him to disobey the king's order, and the widow will not allow him to rely on the old to sell the old and take credit for himself."

"It is imperative for our country of Wu to carry out the reform of horse riding and archery in Hu clothing."

"Don't say it's Confucius, even if you, Fan Li, Sun Wu, Wu Zixu and others dare to oppose the reform of Hu Fu's riding and shooting, I will definitely not let you down lightly!"

Qingji's determination is beyond doubt.

"The widow will give Confucius another chance. If he can't cherish it and insists on going against the widow, then let him resign and return to adoption!"

Immediately, Qingji took Fan Li and a group of guards out of Xianyang Palace in chariots and horses, and headed for Confucius' mansion in a mighty manner.

As the Right Prime Minister of the Wu Kingdom, Kong Qiu had a high position and great prestige, and this mansion was bestowed on him by Qingji.

After all, Confucius had the legacy of the ancient sages, he was indifferent to fame and wealth, and he never did things like giving and receiving privately and filling his own pockets.

Therefore, among the officials of Wu State, Kong Qiu's life was quite satisfactory.

Neither poverty nor luxury.

Knowing the news that Qingji came to visit his house in person, Kong Qiu was taken aback, and quickly lay down on the bed, pretending to be seriously ill due to a cold.

Seeing this, Qingji just smiled faintly, waved his hand, and asked the accompanying guards to step down, leaving only Fan Li to stay in the house with him.

"Your Majesty..."

Seeing Qingji came to the side of the bed, Kong Qiu struggled, stood up hastily, pretended to be weak, bowed to Qingji and said: "I see the king, the king is ten thousand years."

"Confucius, you don't need to be too polite. I heard that you occasionally feel cold and can't get up from your couch, so I came here to visit you."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern."

Confucius sighed very ashamedly: "Your Majesty, this old minister's bones are really getting worse day by day."

"The bitter cold in the northwest is no warmer than the water town in the south of the Yangtze River where we were before, so this disease comes like a mountain, and I can't guard against it."

Qing Ji nodded slightly and said, "Since that's the case, you should rest well. I don't know what the doctor said?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the doctors who came to treat the subject prescribed some medicines for the subject, and warned the subject that it may be a month at most, or half a month at least, and I am afraid that it is not convenient for the subject to go out."

As Kong Qiu talked, he couldn't help lowering his head slowly, not daring to look at Qing Ji.

Before Qingji could speak, Fan Li who was standing by the side stroked his beard and smiled, and said, "Prime Minister You, I think you look pretty good, you don't seem to have caught a cold, what you are suffering from must be a heart disease?"

Upon hearing this, Kong Qiu blew his beard and stared and said, "Don't talk nonsense, Doctor Yushi!"

"Where did the old man get his heart disease?"

Fan Li said slowly: "Confucius, the king and I both respect you. However, I'm afraid this is not an excuse for you to disobey the king's order and not to be sick."

"Confucius, you said that you have contracted a cold, how dare you let the imperial doctor in the palace take a look?"

"It just so happens that Bian Que is free. If Bian Que can read and hear about Confucius for you, and then prescribe a few medicines, the disease will be cured as soon as possible."

"I……"

Kong Qiu was momentarily at a loss for words.

If the imperial doctor came, wouldn't Kong Qiu pretend to be sick? Wouldn't it be revealed?
Fan Li followed up with a reminder, saying: "Confucius, this crime of deceiving the emperor is not something you can afford."

"Your Majesty!"

Finally, Kong Qiu couldn't help getting off the bed, knelt down on the floor with a "plop", and sighed, "I can't afford to be ill, and disturbed the king's holy car, please punish the king."

"Get up."

Qingji helped Kong Qiu up, and said meaningfully: "Kong Qiu, I know you are sick, just to avoid wearing a Hu suit on the hunt."

"Why bother?"

Hearing this, Kong Qiu looked sad, and replied with sympathy: "Your Majesty, the system of clothes is really inconvenient to change."

"I also agree that Hufu is indeed more practical than Shenyi in farming and warfare."

"Of course, why doesn't your majesty promote Hufu not only in the army or in the countryside, but also throughout the country?"

"Isn't that disgraceful?"

"China has great etiquette, so it is called Xia; it has the beauty of obedience, it is called Hua."

"The rules of obedience are just like etiquette. If you change them without authorization, I'm afraid that our country of Wu will deviate from the right way of China and become like a Rong Di Hu!"

Apparently, in Kong Qiu's heart, he was still very resistant to riding and shooting in Hufu.

At least resist the whole country's implementation of Hufu riding and shooting.

This time Qingji came here just to persuade Confucius, how could he not be prepared?

"Confucius, you are a famous person in the world, a generation of wise men, how come you haven't understood the good intentions of the widow?"

Qing Ji sighed and said: "Learn the Hu suit for convenience. This is indeed the original intention of the Hu suit's riding and shooting reform, but it is by no means the fundamental purpose of the widow."

"Clothing has the function of keeping warm and cold, covering shame, showing beauty, and also has the mark of identity."

"It is a sign of everyone's status, and it is also a sign of the identity of different ethnic groups in Yi and Xia."

"The widows want to promote Hufu riding and shooting, in order to break the ethnic boundaries of clothing, weaken the identity boundaries, and greatly reduce the differences in the clothing of monarchs and ministers, officials and people."

"Make it better for the Hu people to belong to Huaxia and Wu, regardless of each other."

"..."

Only then did Confucius wake up and understand Qingji's good intentions!