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Chapter 143 Different Dao Conspires Different Baijia Palace is Completed [Second update, please subscribe]

Yan Kong's words were surprising, but Chen Ke didn't respond.

For the ancients, it was normal to be a little unrestrained in speech.

Yuan Zhen, a great poet in the Tang Dynasty, even wrote the poem "I am in a state of insanity due to illness, and I only dream of idlers but not kings", which was given to the equally famous poet Bai Juyi at that time.

Even in Daqin, it is normal.

Li Si also often speaks amazingly, what makes my heart happy, what makes my heart happy because of the king, etc., and so on.

He understood that what Yan Kong expressed should be another kind of admiration.

as predicted.

Yan Kong went on to say: "Shaofu Chen's all kinds of whimsical ideas are really fascinating."

There was a little emotion in his voice: "And the thoughts of Shaofu are also fascinating."

"It's like a vast ocean, raging wildly, raging freely, running in my heart."

Yan Kong looked at Chen Shaofu: "The Shaofu is neither Confucianism, ink, law, nor Dao, but it is different from Lu Buwei's miscellaneous family."

"Lu Buwei's miscellaneous family is worthy of the name, it is "za", and there are many miscellaneous. "

"But Shaofu is complex and sophisticated, and various ideas are glued together in a strange way."

Yan Kong talked a lot, with admiration and admiration in his eyes.

The fishing rod in Chen Ke's hand moved slightly, as if a fish had bitten the hook, and he immediately picked it up.

A fish was hanging from his rod, alive and kicking.

"If it weren't for the different ways, Shaofu and I should be Boya's sons, and you and I can meet bosom friends in the mountains and rivers."

Yan Kong sighed lightly.

He looked at Chen Ke and said, "It's just a pity, why is the Shaofu different from mine?"

There was regret and pain in Yan Kong's voice, as if this incident was a devastating blow to him.

Chen Ke just smiled and shook his head.

He took the fish off the fishing rod and put them into the wooden barrel beside him.

"You and I are different, why are we different?"

Chen Ke looked at Yan Kong: "I am for the great Qin and for the peace of all the people in the world."

"And what about you?"

Chen Ke pointed to Yan Kong, who put his finger on his heart.

"You are Confucianism, for yourself."

"So you and I are different."

Chen Ke calmly threw the fishing rod into the lake water, and the lake water rippled slightly.

"If you are willing to abandon the darkness and turn to the light, and work hard for the great Qin and the well-being of the people, instead of working hard to restore Confucianism."

"Even if you are willing to put Confucianism and Great Qin in the same position."

"Neither you nor I can tell the difference."

Yan Kong was silent, and he said after a while: "I can't do it."

"Since I was born in Confucianism, I naturally want to work hard for the restoration of Confucianism."

"I'm even more confused, why Chen Shaofu is from the Mohist family, but doesn't work hard for the Mohist?"

Chen Ke looked calm and put down the things in his hands.

"Because I have the world in my heart, the Mo family also has the world in their hearts."

"In the Confucian classics, righteousness and the world are also put first, but you have not done it."

Chen Ke smiled slightly: "Perhaps, this is because of the difference in ways, and we don't conspire against each other, right?"

Yan Kong was indifferent and speechless, sitting there, looking at the gurgling water in the distance.

Xianyang city, downtown

A man with ragged clothes and bound hands was heading towards the center of the downtown.

There are many soldiers around him, as if they are guarding against something.

It was Chunyu Yue.

Confucianism at this time has not yet become the kind of Confucianism of later generations, and there are also many Confucian disciples who know martial arts.

This was to prevent someone from coming to rescue Chunyu Yue.

Chunyu Yue's expression remained unchanged, and he walked down the long street with a relaxed expression, step by step.

Every inch of ground he walked on was something he had experienced.

Now that you have planned and worked hard for the plan, does it matter whether you win or not?

Maybe it was important before, but it is no longer important now.

Chunyu walked forward with a calm expression.

I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy for a while.

A little drizzle fell slightly on the long street, spreading on the ground, reflecting the slight coldness of the sky.

A little cold will reflect everything.

Chunyu tightened his clothes more and more, slightly feeling the ridiculousness of his life.

But for a moment, it was like a dream.

He had already arrived in the middle of the downtown area, and the iron eagle guards beside him knelt on the ground holding him down.

The rain on the wooden plank was mixed with soil and stained his prison clothes. Even though Chunyu Yue was kneeling there, he still held his head high.

"bass"

The rain washed over the long knife, and the red rainwater on the long knife fell along the blade and dripped on the ground, forming a small mud puddle.

There are guests in the dream and outside the dream, this body dies so he lives.

Chun Yuyue's eyes didn't close even until the end, and kept trying to keep them wide open, as if he wanted to see the bright world.

Under the sky, above the sky.

A generation of great Confucian scholars Chunyu Yue died.

Yichun Palace
Standing outside Yichun Palace, Fusu watched the wind and rain outside the hall, sighed softly,

Colorful clouds rose in the sky in the distance, and the non-stop rain seemed to have stopped.

Fusu let out a sigh.

Then he bent down and saluted.

No matter what Chunyu Yue did, what big mistake he made, and how he misled him.

Now that he is dead, those grievances should end.

The rest is all thanks to him and himself.

Although there are many "private goods" mixed in this teaching, Chun Yuyue is his enlightenment teacher after all.

He has been teaching him since ten years ago.

The grievances and grievances of more than ten years, now with the rain, let's disperse together.

A corner of Xianyang city, a little distance outside the palace.

It happened to be the place far away from the place where Efang Palace was supposed to be built, and there stood a place that was regarded as a palace but not really a palace.

This is Baijia Palace.

When Chen Ke submitted the letter to hold the literary competition, Ying Zheng had already ordered the construction of this palace.

This palace is not majestic, it is redecorated on the basis of a certain palace in the past.

On the plaque on it, there are several magnificent characters written.

"Hundred Houses"

The settings of the Baijia Palace follow the previous system of the Doctor Palace, with only a few changes.

There are four branches under it, namely "Literature Palace", "Science and Technology Palace", "Philosophy Palace" and "Law Palace". Except for these four veins, there are several others that are vacant and have not been set up for the time being.

Chen Ke stood in the rain holding an umbrella, looking at the Baijia Palace with emotion in his eyes.

This so-called Baijia Palace actually already has the shadow of the university of later generations.

He looked around.

There is a river built here, and the environment is quiet.

Isn't the Palace of Literature the Department of Literature?Isn't the Science and Technology Palace the engineering department?Isn't the Law Palace the law department?Isn't the Palace of Philosophy the Department of Philosophy?
It's just that there are fewer and fewer schools and departments, and Chen Ke needs to add them slowly.

While Chen Ke was admiring it, a person walked from a distance with a smile on his face.

"Young Mansion today, why do you have time to come to Baijia Palace?"

"It just so happens that the Baijia Palace is completed today, so I invite the Shaofu to come in and talk about it."

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