I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Kong Ba is the commander in charge, Wei Xian is the vanguard general who charges into the battle, and Tian Wangsun, Yan Pengzu, Cai Qianqiu and others are the captains who perform their respective duties.

On Liu He's side, Wang Shi and his disciples are backing him. Hou Cang and his disciples should also be helping out, while Xia Housheng and others can remain neutral.

In "Book of Records" and "Poems of Lu" I can argue with a tie, and in "Book of Rites" and "Poetry of Qi" I can win.

And the I Ching is irrelevant for now.

Therefore, the most critical ones are "The Legend of Gongyang" and "The Legend of Gu Liang".

The generals have been decided, and Liu He needs to arrange his troops.

"Wang Fu, do you think Kong Ba will stop me from judging the universal version of the scriptures?" Liu He asked the next question.

"Their method is quite simple. They will pretend to fight in a den, and the fight will turn upside down, making it impossible for His Majesty to end it. In the end, they can only let it go." Wang Shi, on the other hand, did not have too many worries.

"I understand, just like in the Spring and Autumn Period, Qi, Chu, Song, Jin, Wu and Yue took turns to appear, fighting fiercely...The Emperor Zhou was unable to mediate, so he had to give up." Liu He gave a simple analogy.

"Your Majesty, the conflict between Chu and Han is more similar to this."

Wang Shi is right, the situation between Chu and Han is somewhat comparable.

The princes from all walks of life were fighting together, and Xiang Yu was unable to mediate. Naturally, it was difficult for him to become the new First Emperor. In the end, he could only be an unclear "Chu Bo King".

"I am not the Emperor of Zhou, nor am I King Bo of Chu; I want to be the First Emperor, and I want to be the Emperor Taizu Gao."

Before Liu He said these two words, his eyes were a little hollow, but as soon as he finished speaking, he became firm again.

"The world can be unified only if the books and texts are the same and the carriages are on the same track. Today, the Confucian classics must also be unified, so that the academic system and the imperial examination system can be carried forward!"

"Your Majesty, just issue the edict." Wang Shi stopped pretending to be a teacher and quickly stood up from the couch and knelt in front of the emperor.

Liu He did not stop Wang Shi's move. From this moment on, they were no longer teachers and students, but kings and ministers.

Since they are kings and ministers, they should act like kings and ministers.

Liu He looked at the water vapor rising in his hair and seemed to see a group of scholars arguing fiercely...

Liu He stood up from the couch and looked straight at the small sky outside the door, feeling suddenly enlightened.

Regardless of whether it was Kong Ba or Wei Xian in front of him, he rushed over and chopped them into pieces.

"Wang Shi, has the Tongxing Sutra that I ordered you and Xia Housheng to edit has been published?"

Liu He's voice was a little cold, without any emotion, and the joking young man's appearance just now retreated into the darkness again.

"It has been submitted." Wang Shi said respectfully.

"How many are there in total?"

"Zhou Yi Zhengyi", "Shang Shu Zhengyi", "Mao Shi Zhengyi", "Zhou Rites Commentary", "Etiquette Commentary", "Book of Rites Zhengyi", "Spring and Autumn Zuo Zhuan Zhengyi", "Spring and Autumn Gongyang Zhuan Commentary", "Spring and Autumn Guliang Zhuan Commentary" " "Commentaries on the Classic of Xiao", "Commentary on Erya", "Commentary on the Analects of Confucius" and "Commentary on Mencius", a total of thirteen classics, plus one "Shuowen Jiezi"."

Liu He nodded, closed his eyes slightly, and thought over and over in his mind, trying not to make any mistakes.

The names of these Confucian classics are slightly different. Some are "Zhengyi" and some are "Commentaries". They are just subtle differences in style.

The key is that all these scriptures are the academic crystallization jointly created by all Confucian masters from the Western Han Dynasty to the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

Although more than 2000 years later, these "Thirteen Classics" have all been swept away from the pile of old papers, and very few people know about them.

For a long time, they were even blamed for the downfall of China.

However, those who sneer at the Thirteen Classics may have forgotten one thing.

If there were no Confucianism, Confucianism and Confucian scholars, China would probably have to kneel down to welcome the corpses of barbarians, bow to the cross of barbarians, and bow to the stars, moon and green flag.

At least, with the "Thirteen Classics", the Chinese cultural context has not been cut off - we know where we came from and where we are going.

Liu He came to Dahan just to do one thing, which was to make Dahan walk faster.

It may be impossible to condense a journey of 2000 years into a few decades, but at least it is possible to condense a journey of 900 years into a few decades.

Naturally, these "Thirteen Classics" should also come earlier - the sooner they come, the sooner they can be destroyed, and the earlier the new era can come.

This is the dialectical materialism of negation of negation.

However, as a result, in the current timeline, the great Confucians who created the "Thirteen Classics" will probably become unknown.

Liu He felt somewhat unbearable in his heart.

He closed his eyes and meditated for a long time. When the last bit of fog in his heart dispersed, he finally opened his eyes.

At exactly this time, a ray of sunlight that had already slanted westward shone into the greenhouse hall and fell on Liu He's eyes.

Suddenly, Liu He felt dizzy and almost fell backwards, feeling as if his soul was out of body.

Through the growing water vapor in the pipe, Liu He, who was in a daze, saw many figures on the couch behind Wang Shi.

These people wore different styles of clothes, but without exception they were all Confucian scholars.

Liu He had actually never seen them, but for some reason, Liu He could recognize who they were just by seeing their blurry faces.

At this moment, Liu He was not fighting alone - He Xiu, Zheng Xuan, He Yan, Kong Yingda, Xing Bing... were all sitting in the palace.

Some of them smiled and stroked their beards, some touched their palms in joy, some bowed their hands to Liu He, some waved to Liu He, and some remained silent...

At least none of them were angry.At the far end of the palace gate, there is an old man in his 80s who seems a little sad - his beard and hair are all white, and his forehead is protruding, and he is somewhat similar to Zhong Ni.

This person must be Kong Anguo - among the great Confucians who contributed to the "Thirteen Classics", only Kong Anguo has been born.

Liu He stood there without moving, but in his heart, he respectfully bowed as a disciple to the great Confucians in the hall.

After saluting, he blinked hard. When he opened his eyes again, all the figures had disappeared.

The only person who knelt down in front of Liu He was Wang Shi, who was over seventy years old. He was still waiting for the emperor's oral instructions.

The water in the chopstick has been completely boiled away, and there is no longer any white mist blocking Liu He's sight.

The charcoal fire burned the ironware, and along with the sound of "sizzling", there was a burning smell.

"Whether they are really fighting among themselves or pretending to be fighting among themselves..."

"Whether they are really debating scriptures or fake debating scriptures..."

"It's nothing more than trying to muddy the waters. It's best to drag things out of control."

"Wen Wu is first, Wu Wu is second. If they really want to delay, I really can't stop them."

"Instead of that, I will cut the knot with a sharp knife and let them talk less and do more."

Liu He murmured to himself, an idea becoming clearer and clearer in his mind - this idea is very bold, but it will also be very effective.

Kong Ba and Wei Xian want to waste time, so don't waste their time.

Liu He wanted to use the "democratic" method of later generations to speed up the process of debating scriptures so that these old Confucians could not delay it.

Voting is the most straightforward and decisive way: one Confucian scholar, one vote, and together choose the Confucian classics to be in power.

If this method is used incorrectly, it is just wrangling, but if used well, it is a sharp knife.

"Fan Ke!" Liu He gave an order, and Fan Ke quickly came in from the palace door. Without any instructions, he sat on his own couch, preparing the Emperor's "pen".

"Write down everything I say next. This is the way to judge the current version of the scriptures. There must be no errors or omissions."

"promise!"

"This method is called 'throwing a bamboo slip'. Each person can throw in a slip to express his or her feelings..."

Liu He spoke slowly, Fan Ke quickly recorded, and Wang Shi, who was lying on the ground, straightened up involuntarily and looked at the emperor with surprised eyes.

Does the emperor really have seven orifices in his heart?In just a short period of time, he came up with an unheard of system, which is simply not an ordinary person.

This method of "surrendering to Jane" is a good one. It cuts through the mess quickly and leaves no room for delay.

And the final result is justifiable and no one will question it.

Half an hour later, the process of Shiqu Pavilion's scripture debate and the method of "throwing in slips" were finalized.

The three of them made minor repairs and repairs, and everything was finally settled.

"Tai Xue Ling Wang Shi."

"Wei Chen is here."

"The first thing I want you to do is to hand over the collated 'Thirteen Classics' to the printing workshop, and let the master craftsman work day and night to print hundreds of sets within ten days."

"Wei!" Wang Shi replied simply and decisively.

"Furthermore, this matter must not be disclosed to anyone."

"I know the seriousness of this, and I will definitely order the officials not to reveal any information." Wang Shi straightened up and said.

"There are less than ten days left before the debate, and the world's great scholars will arrive in Chang'an..."

"The second thing is to inform Xia Housheng, Xue Guangde and others in advance so that they must stand on my side when debating scriptures."

"Old minister accepts the order, but I'm afraid Xia Housheng is not willing yet..."

"Then tell him that I redeemed his sentence, but he is unwilling to assist me. Is this his way of repaying his kindness?"

"If he doesn't come, I will send Lang Changyi to invite him!" Liu He said in a tone as cold as ice and snow.

"The old minister understands."

"There are no other things. This battle is very important. I hope Wang Fu will do his best."

"Old minister, I will do my best."

All the arrangements before the war have been prepared. Now as long as he waits for the enemy to arrive - Liu He can rest and wait for work.

In many games and struggles, the moment the rules are formulated, the winner and loser are already decided.

At this time, a dark cloud floated in from nowhere, covering the sun in the sky, making the blue sky outside the hall completely dark, and the inside of the hall felt like dusk.

The black cloud was pressing down on the city and the city was about to be destroyed, and Jiaguang opened golden scales to the sun.

But no matter how dark the clouds are, they are just clouds after all. How can they crush the big city of Chang'an? (End of chapter)