Spring and Autumn I Am King

Confucius waved his sleeves wide, as if he was driving away his beloved disciple: "Go, go and complete your mission, don't humiliate the ruler's order and violate your words and deeds!"

"Ci, say goodbye to Master!" Zi Gong was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to bow, and began to walk out slowly.

The civil war in Song Dynasty has reached the stage of decisive battle. Every grain of grain can decide the outcome, and some grains purchased from Qufu have not been returned. And this time, the plan to persuade Qufu to give up pressure and use force on Xilu has also failed. This news must be known to the lord as soon as possible.

Zigong knew that the closer he was to the master, the farther he would be from the master, but he did not stop, even though his eyes were actually so scorching and reluctant.

Junming, Shien, don't know where to start, Zigong has always had a choice in his heart.

Or when he first arrived in Chengxiang, he saw that Zhao Wuxi had managed the place in an orderly manner, and said to him, "If you have enough food and clothing, you will know the etiquette, and if you have enough food and clothing, you will know the honor and disgrace." Or when Zhao Wuxi remembered his ambition to be a pedestrian, borrowed the Book of Jue Qin and offered it with both hands. Or when Zhao Wuxi came to the state of Lu and turned Xilu into a prosperous and prosperous land. Perhaps because of Zhao Wuxi's support, Zigong became one of the leading merchants in Cao and Lu, winning unprecedented respect and admiration...

Like porcelain struck by a copper hammer, some of the Master's teachings began to waver in Zigong's heart.

But it was unexpected, but it was reasonable, his master, his reverence was like a seafarer looking at the sea, the master who never let him down, pointed the way for him.

The voice behind him was as loud as he used to teach: "When you see Ziyou, Zihua, and Zichi, don't forget to tell them why you are a scholar!"

Zigong was stunned, then turned his head and bowed his head three times on the water-stained que.

"Wei! Don't forget!"

Unconsciously, tears fell from Duanmu Ci's eyes in large drops, mixed with the rain.

He then got up, wiped the tears from his face, and walked towards the rain without looking back...

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people go. The wine was cold, and only Confucius was left, looking at the wind and rain outside.

I don't know how long it took, when the sky was getting dark. Footsteps finally sounded behind him.

Hesitating with cowardice, facing the silent father a little overwhelmed, this is his son, Kong Li.

Confucius didn't turn his head back and asked, "Do you study Poetry today?"

The footsteps stopped. Kong Li said calmly, "I learned it."

"Good, if you don't learn poetry, you have nothing to say. Should you learn "Li"?"

Kong Li raised his foot and put it back respectfully: "I learned it too."

"It's good, if you don't learn "Li", you can't stand."

After Confucius finished speaking, he turned around and looked at his unremarkable son. Compared with those disciples who were prodigies in the sky, Kong Li was too ordinary, so ordinary that he could not inherit his 10 percent of the mantle. But as the closest person around him, some things just happened to let him arrange the arrangements.

"Have you settled down at home?"

Kong Li answered in a straight-forward manner: "Mother and Amei have been sent back to Zouyi, and the mansion given by the monarch has also been cleaned up. According to father's instructions, put bamboo slips and paper scrolls on one side, and utensils and money and silk on the other side."

Confucius nodded: "Shan, the money and silk can be left to you, and transported to Zouyi later, plus the food fields, it should be enough to feed the whole family. But those bamboo slips. Those transcribed volumes, I think Leave it to the disciples..."

"Father!" Kong Li suddenly knelt down with a puzzled face: "Father forgive me, I just heard part of your conversation with Zigong. Why not let Zigong persuade Zhao Xiaosikou? Or let him stay. , Zigong is a talent for pedestrians, and he knows the depth of the other party, in that case, the father will have a better chance of winning..."

"Shut up!" Confucius said with a gloomy expression, "My last lesson as a teacher. How dare I teach Zi Gong to be unfaithful or not?"

If Zhao Xiaosikou was a tyrannical and abusive lord, Confucius might let his disciples come back, but he was not, on the contrary, he was the most wise and loving lord Confucius had ever seen, so he could not even say that Zhao Wuxi was wrong , and himself is completely correct.

Obsession, only the 40-year-long obsession in his heart drives him to move forward, instead of giving up like Zai Yu persuaded him. But even if he was able to kill Shaozhengmao, in any case, Confucius couldn't do it. He overthrew the dignified teachings he had taught his disciples one by one, just for a time of political disputes and interests...

"But in that case, my father doesn't have to let me do those things like distributing the inheritance!" Kong Li raised his head, and only he understood that his father made the decision to fall to the four capitals with a death-defying decision. ! Is it really worth it?

When his son was talking about the central matter, Confucius' raised hand dropped weakly, sighed, looked up at the gradually clearing sky and said, "On the night Shaozhengmao died, I dreamed of your grandfather..."

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"Your grandfather was in his sixties when I was born, and by the time I can remember, he was dead, so I only had some impressions of him as a baby, but last night, I dreamed of him."

Kong Li was stunned for a while, wondering what his father said.

Confucius smiled. He was a good teacher to his disciples, but a strict father to his son. He rarely had such a tender moment: "I vaguely remember that my father looked like a giant pillar holding the sky, and his hands were so strong, he Likes to throw me in the air, and I'm like flying. We've been laughing all the time, laughing, laughing, laughing, laughing so hard that tears are streaming down, making him even more fun. I'm not afraid, I I know, my father can always catch me, he never misses. Even when he is on the bed for a long time..."

"It wasn't until I went to the crown that I learned more about my father. Sixty years ago, the people of Jin summoned princes to besiege Puyang and broke open the city gate, but the people of Puyang suddenly put down the gate. At this critical juncture, My father stepped forward, and his hands that threw me into the air actually supported the 1000-pound gate, making the soldiers who were almost trapped in it withdraw, and made a great contribution. Afterwards, Meng Xianzi praised him and said: "Uncle Lianghe, You are the 'powerful as a tiger' mentioned in the Poetry!"

"When I was fifteen, I was determined to learn; at thirty I stood up; at forty I was not confused; at fifty I knew the destiny of heaven. Now, I was born as tall as my father, and I have reached his 'powerful as a tiger' age. Why am I not here? Raise your arms high up against a mountain?"

Confucius got up and helped his son who was listening silently: "I don't have any excessive pursuits in my life, except that I like to do Zudou things since I was a child. Now the princes are striving to fight, it has been a long time since the world's rituals and music collapsed, and Zhou Li was about to fall like a mountain tomb. If I give up easily, Zhou Li will really be finished, China will really be disrespectful, or like Xia Li and Yin Li, even Qi and Song will be tested and not recruited, and they will all be scattered to the four barbarians. …”

"I don't know if my father thought about it when he did that, what if he couldn't hold it up? What if there were enemy troops in the city shooting arrows at him? But I thought about it, if I couldn't hold up this revival of Zhou Li's Wan Wan. I'm a heavy burden, what will I do? At most, I will die, but even if I can't survive~www.readwn.com~ I can't implicate all the disciples, especially Zigong, Ziyou, Zihua, Zichi. The form of ritual and music may decay and die, but I have taught them the heart of ritual and music. After so many years of subtle influence, how can it not be affected? In their hands, even if they cannot fully revive the Zhou ritual, they can still retain a part of it. …”

"What's more, Zigong is the disciple who respects me the most. After a hundred years, as long as he is here, I will definitely give your mother a safe place to live, and also find a good home for your sister. This is fatherhood. A lot of hard work."

Kong Li was stunned. It turned out that his father had such deep meaning and determination. He was choked on his throat and was speechless for a while.

After Confucius spit out his thoughts, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then a gleam of determination flashed in his eyes.

"Falling down to the four capitals is imperative. If I fail, I am ready to die. Just like Bo Yi and Shu Qi died on hunger strike for Yin and Shang burials and starved to death in Shouyang Mountain, I will follow the ritual of Zhou. Go and be a martyr, no matter whether the world understands or not, I was born for this, and should die for this.”

He mustered his hair and said, "Zhao Xiaosikou, since you can't be a friend of the year, the old man can only be your enemy! Success or failure is in this one action, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent!" (To be continued.)