Saint of the Confucian way

"Go to bed. You can sleep for an hour at most." Fang Yun said.

Zhang Jingan sat in a chair, bowed his head and said nothing.

Fang Yun continued to study.

Fang Yun has been reading Confucian classics these days, because he will be promoted to a bachelor's degree soon, so he should decide the nature of the first literary platform as soon as possible.

At present, Confucian literary platforms are most suitable for themselves. Even if other literary platforms are formed in the future, they will not conflict.

All the holy classics can be memorized. I have read each one hundreds of times and know it like the back of my hand.

However, Fang Yun has some regrets, because if he wants to really understand a Confucian classic, the best way is to read the original classics, but his literary position is too low. Reading semi holy classics too early is harmful.

In addition to reading the original text of semi Holy Scriptures, the best way to understand Confucian classics is the famous "stone scriptures". Unfortunately, there are only two sets of stone scriptures, and each set of stone scriptures is incomplete.

Without a complete stone Scripture, all countries can not use the name of "Imperial College", but can only be renamed Xuegong, and the Imperial College of the holy academy is also renamed Chongwen Academy.

Without the stone Sutra, Fang Yun was not discouraged, because even if he became a great scholar or a great Confucian, it was not too late to start studying the stone Sutra again, so he focused on reading all the great Confucian commentaries on Confucian classics and learning the great Confucian exegesis and interpretation of the holy classics.

These days, Fang Yun mainly studied the annotation of Confucian classics by great scholars or great scholars in the literary circle of Confucius.

Fang Yun takes it very seriously and turns the page slowly. Every time he reads a sentence, countless words will emerge in his mind. They are all annotations and exegesis about this sentence, so as to better understand the original text of the holy classics.

"I... I want to read." Zhang Jingan's voice sounded in the study.

Fang Yun turned a deaf ear and continued to read.

"I want to read!" Zhang Jing'an got up and stared at Fang Yun's face.

In the light of the night pearl, Fang Yun has a warm light on half of his face and a faint shadow on the other half.

Fang Yun still doesn't speak.

Zhang Jing'an said loudly, "I want to read!"

Fang Yun turned the page without lifting his head.

"I said, I want to read!" Zhang Jing'an raised his voice again.

"Rude and shapeless man! Get out!" Fang Yun shook his long sleeve, the wind suddenly rose, and rolled Zhang Jing'an out of the door.

Bang Dang! Bang Dang!

The door of the study opened and closed.

Zhang Jing'an suddenly rushed to the door and pushed the door. He found that he couldn't open the door. He had to beat wildly and scold at the same time.

"Zhang Longxiang! You liar! You said I could study, you said I could go to school, you're lying to me!"

"You deliberately forced me to go to the barracks, to be a pavilion leader and to pick up dung. Before long, you will also force me to beg! You're not my father at all! You're an inverse! You just want to torture me!"

"Woo... Woo..." Zhang Jing'an cried on the door.

"My mother has been waiting for you for so many years. What have you done? What's wrong with me? I'm just a child! What's wrong with me?"

"What's your ability to bully a child? You have the ability to kill that old beast Gou Bao! You have the ability to deal with those who beat me! You have the ability to deal with the king of Chu! You're nothing! You can't do anything, you'll only bully me! Sobbing..."

Zhang Jingan cried louder.

Fang Yun was always unmoved, and the time interval between turning pages was almost the same.

Slowly, Zhang Jingan's cry decreased and finally disappeared.

For a long time, there was a knock on the door.

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The fingers fell on the wooden door, and the sound was melodious and crisp.

"I don't know what's going on, so I'd like to see my father." Zhang Jing'an's voice spread from the crack of the door to the study.

"Come in." Fang Yun put down his book again and looked at the door.

Zhang Jing'an walked into the study again and bowed to Fang Yun.

"I've seen dad." Zhang Jing'an looked up after the ceremony. His eyes were red and swollen, his face was expressionless, and he seemed numb with cold.

"Sit down." Fang Yun looked indifferent.

"Thank you, Dad." Zhang Jing'an sat down solemnly in a chair, with a straight waist and elegant posture. He was completely different from that just now, but his red and swollen eyes were a little ugly.

Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an and said nothing.

"I don't know one thing, son. You let me go to the military camp, be a civil servant and tilt my head. Isn't it for me to study?" Zhang Jing'an asked.

"No, this is your choice." Fang Yun said.

Zhang Jing'an shook his head and said, "I thought so at the beginning, but after repeated thinking, all my choices are under your control."

"You are wrong, not that your choices are under my control, but that you have too few choices." Fang Yun said.

"The child is stupid. Please give me your father's advice." Zhang Jing'an humbly bowed his head a little.

Fang Yun got up, went to the window, carried his hands and looked out of the window.

"What do you think is the use of reading?" Fang Yun asked.

Zhang Jing'an immediately said, "reading is the best way to realize your ambition."

"Put it another way." Fang Yun said calmly.

A slight embarrassment flashed across Zhang Jing'an's face and said, "just like the persuasion poem written by Fang Xu's holy place in Shengyuan mainland, gold and silver treasures, high-ranking officials, beautiful mansions, as long as you read, you can get it."

"You still don't understand." Fang Yun still turned his back to Zhang Jing'an.

Zhang Jing'an got up, bowed down to Fang Yun and said, "please teach me."

"Can you choose who to be your parents and when to be born?"

"No."

"After you are born, can you choose what to eat and do?"

"No."

"When you learn to speak, can you choose what to learn?"

"No."

"Did you choose the school you went to?"

"No."

"Did you choose the books you studied?"

"No."

"Who helped you choose these?"

"It's mom and Dad, it's Mr." Zhang Jingan answered seriously.

"Why don't you choose for yourself?"

"I can't do it."

"Do you like these choices?" Fang Yun asked.

"I don't like it or not, but sometimes I feel disgusted. No one wants to be a string puppet."

"You want to make your own choice, don't you?" Fang Yun asked.

"I think everyone is willing to make their own decisions." Zhang Jing'an was full of spirit and thought what he said was reasonable.

"So, you choose not to read carefully between serious reading and not serious reading? So, you choose not to read between reading and not reading?" Fang Yun said.

Zhang Jing'an was stunned and explained: "the child said that things were complicated in those years, and the child was helpless. After all, the child was young and ignorant at that time. If it were today, he would not be afraid of them and insist on reading!"

"No matter what you say, you can't deny one thing. You made the most wrong choice!" Fang Yun said.

"Father said yes." Zhang Jing'an was speechless.

"You said I was manipulating you, but if you didn't have me, you would be an adult at the age of 18 and enter the military camp. What was the result?" Fang Yun asked.

"Without Wen Wei, even if you can kill the enemy again, you can't even be a captain, not to mention an officer."

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