I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 487 I stole the book, not the book! Can what happens to a scholar be considered stealing?

Could this emperor really be Chu Ji?

Although the emperor had high attainments in Confucianism, could he really annotate so many Confucian classics?

If this matter is true, it cannot be described as scary, it is simply a ghostly thing.

Kong Anguo, who was closest to the emperor, looked at the emperor in disbelief. The old man had thought about countless possibilities, but he had never thought of this possibility.

In his mind, Chu Ji could be either Wang Shi or Xia Housheng, a little-known old Confucian in Guanglu Temple, a common man living in the mountains and countryside, or even It’s a pseudonym that doesn’t exist…

But...but how could it be today?

In shock and shock, Kong Anguo and Kong Ba suddenly found that the emperor was still saluting them, and they suddenly felt cold all over.

Regardless of whether the emperor was a great scholar or not, the two of them really couldn't bear this "disciple's gift".

It is one thing to oppose the emperor's new policy, but it is another thing to abide by the etiquette of the emperor and his ministers.

It was too late, but it was too late. Kong Ba and Kong Anguo quickly jumped away and hid aside.

They themselves may not have thought that their old bodies could still make such flexible movements.

Liu He didn't care. He straightened up and climbed the stairs to the top in silence again. He looked at the people with different expressions with his hands behind his back without saying a word.

"Kong Ru and all the princes just kept saying that they wanted to see Chu Ji, so I tell you, I am Chu Ji, and Chu Ji is me!"

After Liu He said this, no one in the hall answered. They didn't know what to say.

The Emperor has a profound knowledge of Confucianism, and just now he was able to quote scriptures and refute the Confucian scholars until they were speechless and unable to fight back.

In terms of talent and learning, there is no problem at all in saying that the emperor is a great Confucian.

Let Wang Shi and Xia Housheng personally edit the "Thirteen Classics", and also mobilize the printing workshop to print all the "Thirteen Classics".

In terms of power, only the emperor can achieve this step.

Apart from being younger, the Emperor is the most likely candidate for Chu Ji.

The Confucian scholars present suddenly felt that they were stupid, so stupid that they were self-righteous, and so stupid that they had no clue.

The answer was clearly in front of them, but they didn't even see it.

It was like a sharp knife was placed in front of them, but they decided to touch it, drawing blood from their hands.

However, they still found it unbelievable that the emperor was so young, could he really annotate so many Confucian classics?

If this is really the case, the emperor is not only talented and knowledgeable, he is simply the greatest Confucian at the moment!
  No, he is not only the greatest Confucian of the Han Dynasty, he is probably second only to Master Zhongni.

Is it possible that there is really a saint who knows this from birth?

Everyone's expressions switched back and forth between suspicion and surprise, and they didn't know how to respond to the emperor's words.

"I know that the princes and Confucius still don't believe it..."

"I don't believe that I can read through the Confucian classics at such a young age..."

"I don't even believe that the Confucian classics that I commented on are still worthwhile..."

"Confucius said something very good just now. Facts speak louder than words. I will provide evidence."

"Fan Ke, take out my iron plate!"

"Wei!" Fan Ke said and immediately took out an iron plate from his arms.

"A few months ago, I went out of the palace once. This iron plate was personally issued by Zhang Anshi, the then Guanglu Xun. You can check the authenticity. I think I still have it on file when I come to Guanglu Temple."

Fan Ke circulated the iron plate to all the Confucian scholars. After hesitation, they had no choice but to accept it.

After seeing clearly the words "Shangchu Ji", he passed it on to the next person as if his hand had been scalded.

It seems that he is afraid that if he keeps this iron plate in his hand for a long time, something ominous will happen.

Zhang Anshi, Wang Ji, Gong Sui and others all also stood up to prove the authenticity of the iron plate to everyone.

"If you don't believe me, you can check your notes again. The original text of the Thirteen Classics is on the second floor of Shiqu Pavilion..."

"I'll have someone carry it down for you all to check!" Liu He sneered and called a few Changyi Langs in, and ordered them to go to the second floor to move down the dusty bamboo slips.

After a while, the bamboo slips with writing spans as long as two and a half years were moved down and distributed to the hands of the Confucian scholars.

"My dear friends, I am not afraid of your jokes. I have also been disobedient to Meng Lang for more than ten years. If you go to Changyi and ask, you will be able to ask about the many ridiculous things I have done."

"However, one night two and a half years ago, in my drunken dream, I dreamed of an old woman holding her grandson and freezing to death at the gate of Changyi Palace. From that day on, I vowed to be a gentleman and a Confucian, serving the world. Do something."

"So I studied hard day and night, collecting Confucian classics from all over the world and studying them all night long, hoping to understand the true meaning of Confucianism. Whenever I gained something, I would annotate it in the Confucian classics."

"Now that I am lucky enough to be able to continue the ancestral temple, I dare not forget the original intention for a day, so I have to implement the new policy to make the people of the world live a better life."

"All the Confucian classics are here. Please check them out. However, I really can't show you the first words. Don't make fun of me, all the great Confucian scholars."

After Liu He said these words with a smile, he invited him again. The sweaty Confucian scholars did not dare to violate the rules and opened the bamboo slips to read.

If the characters on the bamboo slips had the same appearance, they might have been forged, but now we can see a complete process of change, which further proves that it was written by one person.

Moreover, the word Chu Ji is written at the end of each volume. The handwriting could not be more genuine.

Liu He wanted to make this matter a solid case, so he specially ordered people to go to the cabinet duty room to find his latest approval and distribute it to everyone.

After just a quarter of an hour, no one questioned it anymore.

Chu Ji is the emperor, and the emperor is the Confucian scholar. This matter cannot be false.

Those Confucian scholars who wanted Chu Ji to come out for a confrontation just now were a little scared. Wouldn't the emperor be angry because of this and deal with them?
  "My dear friends, have you finished reading?"

Everyone looked at each other in shock, not daring to answer the emperor's question.

"Do you still think that I copied this "Shang Shu" from somewhere else?" Liu He suddenly sneered.

Everyone was silent after hearing this heart-wrenching argument, and could only turn their attention to Kong Anguo and Kong Ba in the hall.

Kong Anguo took the bamboo slips of "Shang Shu" annotated by the emperor. The date written on it was the fifth year of Yuanfeng.

Calculated in this way, it was exactly more than two years ago, almost the same time as when he started writing "The Biography of Kong".

His hand covered with age spots gently touched the writing on the bamboo slip, and found that it had faded a little, and the bamboo slip was completely dry. It was indeed an "old slip".

Kong Anguo's upright figure was a little swaying. He couldn't believe that there really were people who "know it from birth" in the world.

Is it all a coincidence?
  That's too much of a coincidence, right?

"Kong Ru, do you still think that "The Biography of the Chu Family" comes from "The Biography of the Kong Family"?" Liu He asked.

"Your Majesty..." Kong Anguo couldn't make up his mind, and he wasn't sure whether it was true.

"Uncle, the Kong family can't just admit defeat!" Kong Ba on the side whispered something through his teeth, and only Kong Anguo could hear it clearly.

Yes, the Kong family cannot admit defeat!
  "Your Majesty has only learned a lot, but I'm afraid this "Shang Shu Biography of the Chu Family" has still been passed down by others. I forgive my ignorance for thinking that someone has deceived your Majesty and stolen this old book to your Majesty!"

Kong Anguo straightened his back again for the sake of the Kong family's status. He shook the bamboo slips in his hand and said loudly, with a somewhat anxious look on his face.

Liu He thought coldly in his heart without seeing the coffin without crying.

"When Confucius said this, he just thought that my talents and learning could only be compared to others' wisdom."

"In that case, I'll let you read another book." Liu He said.

"Fan Ke!"

"Wei Chen is here!"

"Bring up the book with my new annotations and let the gentlemen correct it!"

Fan Ke took several Changyi Langs to the second floor again. After hearing a noise, they moved more than a hundred newly printed books to the downstairs.

This time, even Wang Shi, the imperial edict, was also stunned. What kind of book is this? The emperor has never said anything.

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