Chapter 524 Master Teacher 101 (4)
Does the School of Diplomacy have a rule that only one member can survive within the sect?
Could the decline of a school of thought be due to internal hostility? Really? Really?
Seeing the dangerous atmosphere between Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie, which could no longer be concealed by Liu Ju's words, the crowd below the stage couldn't help but shout in their hearts, and then secretly glanced at Zhu Fu Yan.
Master Yan: "..."
He doesn't know! He really doesn't know! It's also possible that the previous generations fought so fiercely that they all died, so he doesn't know.
Zhu Fuyan was amused by his own dark humor, but his laughter looked worse than his crying.
Looking at Wei Zhuang and the other person on the stage, he couldn't help but feel a little reproach. Seniors! At this crucial moment, you should at least put on a show!
So much for your strategic maneuvering! Where's your acting skill? Where's your acting skill?
Unaware of the psychology of the school's sole heir, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie on stage openly confronted each other.
Wei Zhuang: "Many people are arranged by fate, but I arrange fate."
As he said this, Wei Zhuang looked at Gai Nie with disdain, his words carrying a hidden meaning.
Cool Guy frowned. Gai Nie clearly disagreed with him and retorted, "Does a so-called strong person necessarily have to stand at the top of everyone else?"
"If you don't trample people under your feet, how can they look up at you and acknowledge that you are strong?"
"Is this the only way to survive?"
"The law of the jungle is simply the nature of all things in the world."
"Although we are from the same sect, we must fight to the death. Is this just human nature?"
...
Liu Ju, watching from the audience, was thoroughly enjoying himself. It was this sense of rivalry that made those who ship the couple very happy.
What is CP? What is he thinking? Is this the legendary Su Hui?
As expected of him, the genius baby Liu Ju!
"Ju'er, Ju'er?"
Liu Ju blinked and looked up at Liu Che, who had called him, remaining calm and composed, showing no sign of distraction or panic: "Father, what's wrong?"
Liu Che chuckled and pinched his little cheek, not exposing his lie, and gestured to the two people on the stage who had quieted down, asking for his opinion: "What do you think?"
"Sit and watch," Liu replied instantly, followed by a moment of silence.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Liu Ju wrinkled his nose. "What a joker!" he thought. Then he turned to look at the two men on the stage, their expressions tense, and focused on Wei Zhuang: "He's so pretentious, I love him so much..."
Before she could finish speaking, Wei Zifu, who was quick-witted and agile, covered her mouth.
Meeting her exceptionally gentle gaze, Liu Ju silently fell silent. He wasn't cowardly; he was simply respecting his mother.
"Your Majesty, why don't we just vote?"
Wei Zifu turned gently to Liu Che, who touched his nose somewhat guiltily and looked at Huo Qubing: "Vote."
It wasn't that he was cowardly; he simply respected the Empress.
"Alright," Huo Qubing raised the microphone again with a hint of regret, feeling it was a pity that Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie hadn't fought on stage. "Now, please vote for the strategists. If you think they are suitable mentors, please light up their plaques!"
I don't think so at all!
Many people in the audience shook their heads without any attempt to hide it. Gai Nie was one thing, but Wei Zhuang was clearly no good. What if he corrupted the young prince?
Even Master Yan couldn't help but cover his face; this vote was truly a vote of pure emotion cast against his conscience.
If he hadn't immediately recognized that the strategists wouldn't have been eligible for the elementary school, he wouldn't have been able to cast his vote. He never imagined that the art of strategy could be used for voting.
"Alright, voting is over. Please have the two contestants from the Strategist faction return to their seats. We will now draw the next contestant. The vote count will be announced in the final stage."
As Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie left, the audience felt a little reluctant to see them go.
Out of public interest, I won't vote; out of personal interest, I still want to see the play :)
Fortunately, the scrolling screen once again attracted everyone's attention. With everyone holding their breath, the two large characters "Confucianism" stopped, and a burst of cheers erupted from the audience.
Dong Zhongshu, Gongsun Hong, and other Confucian scholars straightened their backs, carefully tidying their clothes, eagerly awaiting the appearance of their sages.
At the forefront, Liu Che, turning his head slightly to look back, sighed softly: "They have never been so courteous to me..." When political views differed, even passing emperors would be subjected to sarcastic remarks.
Liu Ju casually reassured him, "You two know each other better."
After all, he had often heard his father complain about the "rigidity," "dogmatism," and "inflexibility" of these Confucian scholars.
For working people, it's already quite good if they can maintain a semblance of respect for capitalists. Father, you still need to work on yourself.
“That makes sense!” Liu Che was instantly convinced. He turned around, hugged the pensive Liu Ju in his arms, gave him a quick and unceremonious kiss, and then looked radiant.
Liu Ju: "..." He was tired of saying the word "innocence".
A soft light shone on the stage, and the bronze chimes played an ancient melody. Fu Nian and Zhang Liang stepped onto the high platform side by side, their moon-white Confucian robes billowing in the wind, and the jade pendants at their waists jingling clear.
The two stood with swords in hand, their imposing presence silencing the entire arena even before the swords flashed. Fu Nian pointed his sword to the heavens, its blade frosty, while Zhang Liang flicked his wrist, his Lingxu sword unleashing nine sword flowers. The two brothers moved in and out of each other, their sword shadows dancing like silver snakes or white cranes spreading their wings.
In the instant the sword light faded, Fu Nian waved a bamboo scroll from his long sleeve.
As the bamboo slips pierced the air, a golden light flashed, and the seal characters "Benevolence" and "Rule by Propriety" floated in the air, transforming into a dazzling galaxy. The phantom of the Little Sage Manor rose from the starlight, with towering palace walls and seventy-two sages standing under the corridor. Yan Lu, holding the Han Guang Sword, was leading his disciples in practicing the "Self-Discipline and Restoration of Propriety" sword formation.
In the illusory world, the disciples' sword moves were expansive and powerful, each move containing the principles of governing the country and bringing peace to the world. Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, the maxim "cultivate oneself, regulate one's family, govern the state, and bring peace to the world" echoed between heaven and earth.
After the demonstration ended, Liu Che's words were as sharp as if they were venomous, and he asked directly, "With so many people demonstrating, are you all insecure about your own abilities? Are you trying to win by sheer numbers?"
Fu Nian straightened his robes, stepped forward with composure, his expression neither humble nor arrogant, and parted his lips slightly: "Your Majesty is wise. The Confucian tradition has been passed down for hundreds of years, and its disciples are all over the world. In terms of sheer numbers, how can a mere venue accommodate them all?"
Thinking about his purpose, Fu Nian paused briefly before continuing, "Confucianism takes 'cultivating oneself, regulating one's family, governing the state, and bringing peace to the world' as its guiding principle. Its disciples are all well-versed in literature and deeply knowledgeable in the ways of governing. If one is fortunate enough to become the Crown Prince's tutor, I will certainly impart all my knowledge and skills, assisting the Crown Prince in understanding benevolent governance and discerning right from wrong."
"Your Majesty should know that having many disciples means having a gathering of talented people. At that time, the assistance they can provide to the Crown Prince and the Han Dynasty will be immeasurable. Only in this way can we better stabilize the country and benefit the people."
Taking every opportunity to promote Confucianism, Dong Zhongshu and others in the audience were even more excited, their eyes filled with undisguised pride as they looked at Zhu Fuyan.
Master Yan: "..." Is it impossible to get through this?
Liu Che raised an eyebrow, showing no objection, and looked down at Liu Ju: "Ju'er, is there a problem?"
Liu Ju blinked his big eyes and looked at Zhang Liang innocently, "And what about you? Are you here to play the emotional card?"
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