Chapter 73 Be Gentle on Her
Outside the house the moon was high in the sky, with stars dotted all over the sky. Inside the house the flickering candlelight shone on the two people's beautiful faces.
Minghe carefully read her plan and joked, "If Mr. Man knew that you did things without him, he would have quarreled with you."
Jun Lin sat with his hands on his chin and said in distress: "I don't want to either, but you know that Confucianism is very rigid in this regard."
She grumbled to Minghe and complained, "The essence of Confucianism can be summed up in nine words: benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, trustworthiness, forgiveness, loyalty, filial piety, and brotherhood. I have promoted all of these, but it doesn't speak for women."
"Tell me about Confucius. Among his 3,000 disciples, are there any female ones? And he still talks about equal teaching... He doesn't even accept women in his school."
Minghe was deeply impressed: "That is why Legalists often do not get along with Confucianists."
Although it is more about the philosophy of governing the country.
She sighed with indignation, "A woman's lack of talent is a virtue, but it is difficult to raise a woman who is a villain. Isn't that all his Confucianism? He has prejudices, so I can't ask him about this matter."
Although Man Lao is well-versed in literature and has profound knowledge, he is also very old-fashioned in some aspects. If Jun Lin tells him about the idea of ​​promoting the imperial examination for women to participate in politics, he will probably be the first to object.
Her left and right ministers did not always agree with each other. I still remember that when Minghe and Manchuan first entered the court, they quarreled under her nose all day long, to the extent that even a dog passing by would be kicked.
These scholars would argue for a long time once they have different opinions.
God knows how difficult her life was when she first started to open up the land.
Ming He's eyes were filled with a faint smile, and he patiently coaxed her: "Master, just go ahead and do it. I will definitely support you with all my strength."
Her eyes lit up; she was waiting for him to say this.
Suddenly, she was filled with lofty aspirations and ran over to hold Ming He's hand with one hand and patted the back of his hand lovingly with the other hand. Ming Yan's face was relaxed: "Then it's settled. When Mr. Man knows the truth, it will be too late to save it!"
Ming He let her play with him. The man's bright dark eyes under his shaggy hair were like a crescent moon, beautiful and tight, but he was only looking at her.
It would be better if it were a woman.
The head of the family...it would be better if it was a woman.
Then he sneered, wondering why he was thinking about these things.
In the end, it's just who she is.
He only recognized her.
Junlin had already written out the outline of the plan for selecting female officials, and Minghe was now sitting beside her with a pen in hand, filling in the details.
The desk was quite long, more than enough for two people to lie on it. Jun Lin really regarded Ming He as his best friend, and at this moment he did not care about the difference between the ruler and his subjects, and allowed him to work on the desk with him while lying on the main seat.
Minghe was shocked at first, but when he failed to refuse, he sat down next to her.
Maybe it was because Emperor Jing's usual image was too great, Minghe always felt that she was out of his reach, but when this person sat side by side with him at this moment, he suddenly realized that the other person's figure was so slender and thin.
She was much smaller than the average man, with loose clothes covering her slender body. As she picked up the pen to write, her white wrist was exposed from her sleeve, and it was so slender that I couldn't help but hold it.
Her face is also small, and when she is calm, her facial features are gentle and her edges are softened.
He suddenly wanted to laugh, but it turned into a very light sound that escaped from his lips and teeth.
Should we say that he is worthy of being called Emperor Jing by the world as the one whose gender is indistinguishable?
He knew clearly that she was a man, but when he looked at her, he had thoughts of her as a woman.
"Minghe, come and check if I have written this law wrong?"
It was really convenient. She didn't even have to leave her seat to discuss academic matters with others up close. It also saved time because Ming He had already leaned forward to look at the memorial in her hand while she was talking.
"If a ruler relaxes his punishment and morality and lets his subjects use it, then the ruler will control his subjects. The head of the family is not wrong."
If a monarch allows his subjects to punish or show favor to him at will, he will be controlled by them.
Junlin used this sentence from the Legalists to refute the memorial that wanted her to punish him privately.
He laughed: "Don't spoil them too much. Even a talented person can be spoiled by being spoiled."
Jun Lin's voice was tinged with fatigue. He finished reviewing one memorial and immediately moved on to the next one: "That's right. Some people are gradually becoming bolder. How can I follow them? But it's good to have you here, so that I won't make any mistakes accidentally."
Minghe was always coaxed by her sweet words. Sweet words aside, her praise was genuine and sincere, without any exaggeration, which controlled this man completely.
He was naturally happy that she needed him, but he still couldn't help but worry: "It's getting late, the master of the house should go to bed early."
Jun Lin kept writing: "I don't have time. There are still a lot of things to deal with. Please help me fill in the outline of my woman's political career first, and I will deal with some memorials."
Minghe could only agree.
Since the head of the family has worked so hard, how can I slack off?
The candle flame flickered slightly, time passed by, and the warm yellow light filled the room. The two people sitting next to each other were working hard on their own.
After an unknown amount of time, Minghe finally finished writing. He was about to turn around to report to Junlin, but in the blink of an eye he found that he had fallen asleep.
She leaned her head against his shoulder. Perhaps she felt more at ease around someone she knew, so she slept more soundly.
The whole day's fatigue piled up on Emperor Jing. She had been worrying about various forces and dealing with domestic troubles. Naturally, she couldn't bear it for a long time. How could Minghe not know it? After thinking for a moment, he was about to pick her up and go to the compartment in the study, where Junlin had specially set up a bedroom so that he could live there and work.
But at this time the door was pushed open very lightly, and it turned out that Manhuang, who had sent Man Lao back home, had returned.
When Manhuang saw the scene on the main seat clearly, his eyes paused, which was rare for a human.
His master was leaning her head on Minghe's shoulder, while Minghe had one arm around her and was trying to pick her up by bending over her legs with the other arm.
Ming He was also startled. How could he know that Man Huang would come back at this time? It was not right to hug him, nor was it right not to hug him. So he kept the original posture and asked softly, "You come?"
After all, Manhuang had followed Jun Lin since he was a child and knew him earlier than him.
Manhuang moved lightly and stood a little closer to the side, saying honestly, "I'm too big, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control my strength and hurt the master."
The master finally fell asleep, and it would be unacceptable to wake her up.
"Lord, she is so small, I am too rough to touch her, so please..."
The dull-looking man pleaded to Minghe carefully and sincerely: "So please, please take her to rest gently."
Ming He stared at him for a long time, and finally nodded in response.
Manhuang is a man with a gentle and delicate heart, which is inconsistent with his appearance.
You obviously want to do it yourself, right?
But he was afraid of hurting her.