My Confucian Father

Chapter 12 Bird Saint
Emperor is a rather difficult position.

As an emperor, especially a diligent emperor, Emperor Yan needs to manage all kinds of affairs every day, which can be said to be hard work.

Even though there are three provinces and six divisions to share the pressure, many things still require him to make decisions.If Dayan is a huge warship, then Emperor Yan is at the helm.

This empire has been developed in his hands for more than 40 years, and it is now more prosperous and stronger.

Unlike many monarchs in the history of the human race countries who were wise when they were young, but became stupid when they were old, Emperor Yan has been consistent for so many years, never slacking off, and his stability is terrifying.

The strength of the Dayan Dynasty is inseparable from everything that Confucian saints have done, but it is even more inseparable from the Emperor Yan who has diligently governed the country for more than 40 years and supported Confucian saints to carry out various reforms.

It's just that his light was covered too much by Confucian saints.

Today, all the officials in the court rested and did not have to go to court, but Emperor Yan was still reviewing memorials in the imperial study.

One of them is a report on the poetry meeting.

Such a small matter as the poetry meeting could not have appeared in Emperor Yan's dragon case at all, but Su Mu also participated.

The son of a Confucian sage entered school on the first day, and he made amazing words and criticized poetry at the poetry meeting, which was really too eye-catching.

If this matter spreads, it may even cause turmoil in the entire Wenlin.

"Poetry is a trail? Interesting, interesting."

Emperor Yan couldn't help laughing after reading this booklet.

Since poetry was brought up by Confucian saints, it has become one of the mainstreams of Confucianism and Taoism. Well-written poetry and reputation are indispensable.

As a result, many scholars devote themselves to studying the way of poetry, and even neglect reading because of this.

But Su Mu criticized poetry as a small way, and bluntly said that he does not know poetry, does not care about his own identity, and is not afraid of affecting other people's evaluation of him, which is commendable.

The chief eunuch on the side laughed softly: "Now the scholars in the city are all arguing because of this matter."

"Some people think that Mr. Su is too reckless because of his background, and he doesn't know how to restrain himself. They also say that he doesn't know poetry so he criticizes poetry so much."

Emperor Yan smiled, noncommittal.

He believed that Su Mu could not write poetry, because Su Mu had been a fool for 16 years, how could he be good at poetry?
He could guess that the purpose of Su Mu's remark was probably to cover up his lack of knowledge.

But if it is said that Su Mu is crazy and rebellious, he is an idiot, then he doesn't believe it.Because Su Mu said these words to cover up that he didn't know poetry, but what he said was completely correct, and he dared to say it.

How could such a person be a fool?
"I'm a little curious, how long can you hide this secret? After entering the Yashan Academy, how do you hide it?"

Emperor Yan's eyes flickered, and the corner of his mouth smiled playfully.

From Su Mu's performance at the poetry meeting, it can be seen that he is not mediocre, but it cannot conceal the fact that he is uneducated.

And Yashan Academy is a place where geniuses gather in the entire Great Yan Empire. Su Mu can pass by this time, what about next time?

It will be very interesting to wait until the fact that there is no ink in the belly is revealed.

Although Emperor Yan lived in the palace for a long time, he seemed to be pure-hearted and ascetic, but in fact he was also a fun person and liked to watch fun.

It is also interesting to pay attention to these trivial matters while dealing with government affairs, and to eat melons.

However, it is not impossible to take advantage of this matter.

This year's imperial examination papers, we can start to change the direction of emphasis, and reduce the proportion of poetry scores, which is just in line with the next national policy of the Great Yan Empire.

With this incident as an early warning, presumably the opposition will not be too fierce, just suppress it a little bit.

"Su Mu is right about one thing. Confucian sages have written all the poems. If the country wants to continue to prosper, it must not indulge in poems anymore, but to open up new paths."

"In order to inherit the sage's unique knowledge, but also to carry forward the past, what Su Aiqing said back then is still incisive today."

Emperor Yan said with emotion, thinking of the past time with Confucian saints, he calmed down his thoughts after a long time and continued to review the memorial.

He is old, but his heart is still young.

He wants to make the giant ship of the Great Yan Empire bigger and more stable in his few years.

Give me more time, give me more.

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Town Demon Palace.

After Su Mu returned home from the poetry meeting, he rested at home for three consecutive days on the grounds that he was unwell.

Of course it is not good to ask for leave right after school, but Su Mu is really not in the mood to go to school because he feels too uncomfortable.

It was already late at night, and Su Mu still didn't sleep.

He was lying in a small boat, rowing on the artificial lake, staring at the starry sky with blank eyes.

Quietly thinking about one hundred and eight ways to die.

The calm water of the lake reflected the stars in the sky, and the boat drifted past gently, bringing up waves, just like Su Mu's mood.

Confucian saints are like a mountain pressing on his head.

What should I do, how can I avoid being found out as a time traveler?It seems that nothing can be done.

It seems that all he can do now is eat and wait to die.

"What the hell, it's annoying."

Su Mu couldn't help complaining, he really felt that he had no clue, this feeling of powerlessness was too uncomfortable.

After transmigrating to this world, he has no golden fingers, and even the knowledge of his previous life has been used by others. He has nothing to rely on, and his grandma doesn't love his uncle.

Then what is the purpose of letting him travel over here?
The big red-haired bird stood on the side of the boat, tilted its head and looked at Su Mu, wondering, "What do I mean you are emo here? Are you suffering from depression?"

The corner of Su Mu's mouth twitched, and he glanced at it: "Emo and depression, where did you learn these two words?"

The big red-haired bird said triumphantly: "What Su Zhangqing said, no one else knows except Master Bird, isn't it amazing?"

"However, after all, how do you know emo?"

The big red-haired bird realized it later and asked suspiciously.

Su Mu said angrily: "It's none of your business! You have to find a slingshot to shoot pigs when you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

Now he is upset when he hears about Confucian saints.

The big red-haired bird was rarely angry this time. It jumped to Su Mu's side, patted his shoulder with its wings, and said old-fashionedly: "Young people should be cheerful, don't be sour all day long."

"Master Bird, I see you, you have been holding back in the mansion for 16 years, so there is something wrong with holding back."

"The two young men who invited you to the brothel that day were nice, they can get along with each other, and they really take you to play. Listen to Master Bird's advice, if you want to play, play early, otherwise you will not be able to grasp it when you are old."

Su Mu kicked it into the lake.

The big red-haired bird choked on several saliva before getting up, as embarrassed as a drowned chicken, and said sadly and angrily: "Little Su Mu! Master Bird, I will fight with you!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards Su Mu screaming, but was held down by Su Mu with one hand, struggling desperately and unable to break free.

After a while, the big red-haired bird gave up fighting back and stood beside it combing its feathers. At the same time, it sneered and said, "30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, don't bully young birds and poor people! Just wait for me!"

"Su Changqing said that each of the schools of thought can become a sage. When I become a bird sage in the future, Master Bird, I will eat you like a bug!"

Su Mu's eyes widened instantly, as if struck by lightning.

Seeing his reaction, the big red-haired bird continued to sneer and said: "Are you scared? It's not too late to regret it now. I've flattered you, Master Bird. I'll give you all the beautiful girls from the human race... Ga! You What are you doing!"

Su Mu hugged the big red-haired bird violently, and kissed him hard on the face, his face was full of ecstasy.

"Master Bird! You are Master Bird!"

"Why didn't I think of it? Why should I be obsessed with Confucianism and Taoism? All schools of thought can become saints!"

Su Mu laughed loudly, and the depression in his heart dissipated.

He was so happy.

Because he finally found a way to break the game!
"Let go of me!"

The big red-haired bird had frightened eyes, and resistance was written all over its face, but it still couldn't stop Su Mu from giving it a big mouthful.

"Thank you Bird Master! I'll treat you to dinner later!"

After Su Mu finished kissing, he threw away the big red-haired bird, then returned to the shore by boat, and went straight to the library in the house.

Only the distraught, trembling red-haired bird was left lying alone on the bank, and two lines of humiliating tears flowed from the bird's eyes the size of mung beans.

"I'm stupid, really."

It's dirty, it's been defiled by humans.

The big red-haired bird cried loudly, and the whole bird seemed to lose its energy.

……

Su Mu ran all the way to the library, completely relieved of sleepiness.

With clear eyes and a bright face, he ran to the library and collected all kinds of books, his heart full of excitement.

He had always thought before that all the poems and articles had been copied by Confucian sages, including the thoughts of sages, Yangming's theory of mind, etc. All Confucian sages had copied all of them, so he felt that Confucianism and Taoism would not work.

Confucian saint was the first person to eat crabs, he couldn't even eat crab shells,
That's why he feels powerless.

But what the big red-haired bird said woke him up!
What kind of world is this?This is a world where you can cultivate immortals!Since there are Confucianism, military, medicine, and Buddhism, why can't there be other ways?

All schools of thought, every road can be sanctified!
Why is he obsessed with Confucianism and Taoism?
He could have been sanctified in other ways!

He doesn't believe that Confucian saints have taken all other paths away!

However, just to be on the safe side, Su Mu still planned to read through all the works of Confucian saints again to see if there was anything missing.

The works of Confucian sages are vast, and almost all the cultural treasures of Chinese history from previous lives have been moved by him.

Even the things of some great thinkers from abroad were moved by him, which made Su Mu even more suspicious of whether the Confucian saints traveled across with a library.

Fortunately, apart from literature, Confucian saints did not have any other dabbles.

As time passed, Su Mu sat in the library unknowingly all night, but his spirit was better than ever.

After closing the last book, Su Mu got up and walked out of the library, feeling the morning breeze on his face, and took a long breath.

A faint fish-belly white appeared in the sky.

Su Mu gazed into the distance, his gaze was like lightning.

He found the real way to break the situation.

(End of this chapter)