Woo! Where is my uncle?

Need I say more? Of course, I support the side that can see the excitement!

People who like to have fun have no stance!

Xu Yanmiao only regrets that he has no melon seeds, peanuts and cola, so he can't enjoy the melon.

[It would be even better if they could fight! ]

[If they fight, old man Quan is simply invincible! Who dares to touch him at such an old age! He can kill seven in and seven out of the ministers by himself! ]

The ministers: "?!"

They were suddenly very lucky that Quan Yingzhang didn't have an official seal and couldn't hear Xu Yanmiao's words.

[Wow! From the "Book of Documents" to the "Analects of Confucius"! I know at a glance that he won't argue. The arguing expert should argue about how many words there are in the "Analects of Confucius"! If you can't say it, you are not good at learning! 】

Modern Literature School: “…”

Classical Literature School: “…”

I’ve already told you that we’re not argumentative!!!

You’re arguing like this, isn’t that just nonsense!

The people of the Classical Literature School angrily slammed the table and said, “Modern Literature School, listen carefully! Since you study Gongyang, let me ask you, Gongyang Chunqiu is famous for its subtle words and profound meanings, so how many subtle words and profound meanings are there in it! What are they!”

— We’re not argumentative. However, Xu Yanmiao’s statement is really useful, hehe.

Moreover, we have our reasons and evidence, and it’s a bit unreasonable to ask how many “Confucius said” there are, but the subtle words and profound meanings of Gongyang Chunqiu were promoted by your school! As a result, you can’t even tell how many subtle words and profound meanings you have, isn’t that inappropriate?

After the people of the Modern Literature School were stunned, they looked at each other, and complained in their hearts.

They have never noticed this loophole in their own school. Except for Xu Yanmiao, who would count how many "Confucius said" there are, how many subtle words and profound meanings there are!

The bigwigs of the New Text School have never summarized and sorted this out! This is not as good as "Confucius said"! "Confucius said" can at least be counted.

- The bigwigs are busy combining New Text Confucianism and politics. In their hands, "The Book of Songs" is a book of remonstrance, "Spring and Autumn Annals" is used to decide cases, and "Five Classics" can guide the words and deeds of Confucian scholars, and can also formulate national policies.

——There are also prophecies, which annotate the Confucian classics and directly surpass the Five Classics, such as "Confucius was born from the essence of the Black Emperor by his mother, and there are many supernatural things", "The country has Yin and Yang and the Five Elements, and our dynasty can replace the previous dynasty because we overcome them", and "Heaven and man are in tune with each other".

Anyway, they are busy with this and that, but they have never thought about filling in and perfecting their own foundation.

Now that the ancient literature school has caught this loophole, they are sweating profusely and speechless.

Xu Yanmiao cheered in her heart.

[Beautiful! ]

[I didn't expect the ancient literature school to have this trick up their sleeve! ]

[This is aimed at killing the modern literature school! ]

The ancient literature school smiled shyly.

What a compliment, what a compliment.

The military official glanced at Xu Yanmiao and felt a toothache.

They were just arguing! They were really just arguing! Although you started to fan the flames and made them argue more and more fiercely, at that time it was just a debate!

You first said that "The Book of Documents in Ancient Texts" seemed to be a fake, and almost made the ancient text school a joke - if "The Book of Documents in Ancient Texts" is proven to be a fake book, then there is no such thing as "ancient text" from beginning to end. Without "ancient text", how can there be an "ancient text school".

Now the modern text school has been discovered by the ancient text school that they don't even know how many "subtle words and great principles" they have in their family - this is equivalent to, you say you worship Confucius, but you don't even know that Kong Qiu is Confucius, what the hell do you worship!

The two sides went directly from quarreling to stabbing each other, and if they don't stab to death, they lose!

The other side.

Deep inside the prison.

The Crown Prince has stretched his head 1,444 times since he closed his eyes in the morning, once every five breaths on average.

The fake prince curled his lips at the former prince consort: "His uncle is coming back today."

"The great scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion who is known as the best in literature?!" The former prince consort showed an envious expression: "Mr. Ji is the leader of the modern literature school, and he is also the prince's guardian. He has a close relationship with the prince. It is said that the emperor and the empress are very fond of him. He made his sister the crown princess and married the prince's biological sister, Princess Qinghe, to him as his legal wife."

Moreover, because the daughter was married when he was conquering the world, she was not a princess yet, so naturally she could become an official.

The former prince consort was envious.

The fake prince suddenly turned his head, his pupils slightly dilated: "Here they come."

In the dim sky prison, there were footsteps that were neither hurried nor slow. After the flames on the wall flickered three or five times, half of a black boot emerged first, and dark gold threads outlined mountains and rivers on it, looking both dignified and complicated.

Then, a man turned out from behind the wall. He looked pale and cold, but his eyes slowly moved down, and when he looked at the Royal Grandson, he showed a warm smile again.

The Royal Grandson threw himself on the prison door, half-knelt and raised his head, shouting emotionally: "Uncle!"

Ji Sui felt very distressed. When had his nephew ever suffered such hardship? In such a hellish place as the sky prison... his nephew had lost weight!

After asking for the details, Ji Sui's face was tense, with wrinkles on his brows: "I know who did it."

The Emperor's face revealed viciousness for a moment: "Who is it!"

Who told the secret!

Ji Sui was about to say something, when suddenly a fat man in a black official's uniform jumped in with a figure that was obviously not suitable for his body, and whispered a few words in Ji Sui's ear. Ji Sui's expression suddenly changed, and he stood up and was about to leave.

The Emperor's Sun: "Uncle!"

Ji Sui hesitated for a moment, turned his head and looked at the Emperor's greasy hair, which was dirty and tangled, and there was dust. He wanted to touch his head and comfort him. But...

- He is a germaphobe.

In the end, he didn't have the heart to be cruel to himself. He just said anxiously, "I will definitely save you." Then he turned and left.

The Emperor Taisun was behind him: "Woo woo woo, uncle! I'm waiting for you!"

...

Ji Sui walked out while taking off his outer robe: "Why did Quan Yingzhang suddenly come to the court? How could the ancient literature school raise his head?"

The clerk held a set of folded official uniforms in his hands, and his waist was bent very low, but his steps were very fast, and he followed Ji Sui closely: "It seems that he was invited back by a clerk named Xu." What

surprised the clerk was that the big man in front of him actually recognized who it was.

"Xu Yanmiao? How come he is everywhere!"

When he heard that it was a clerk named Xu, the expression of this prince's guardian and Wenyuan Pavilion Grand Scholar instantly became ugly.

After changing into official robes, he rushed to the palace as fast as possible. As soon as he arrived, he heard the damn ancient literature school showing off: "You always talk about subtle words and great meanings, so what are the subtle words and great meanings of your Gongyang Spring and Autumn Annals? Tell me! You can't say it!"

His expression suddenly became cold.

Walked straight in.

"The Gongyang Spring and Autumn Annals contains twenty-nine sentences with profound meanings."

*

Seeing that the people of the Modern Literature School were about to collapse, the eyes of the people of the Classical Literature School became more and more heated.

They really didn't expect that today they could directly overthrow the Modern Literature School and restore the world to the rule of Classical Literature!

At this time, a cold voice suddenly came from outside the palace gate -

"The Gongyang Spring and Autumn Annals contains twenty-nine sentences with profound meanings."

The other party walked inside while reading.

"First, to honor and avenge. Can revenge be achieved after nine generations? Although it is possible after a hundred generations..."

"Second, to repel the barbarians. China is on the brink of destruction, Duke Huan saved China and repelled the barbarians, and finally destroyed the country. This is the duty of a king..."

"Third, to value death for righteousness. When Duke Huan died on behalf of his ugly father, he sacrificed his life..."

"Fourth, to punish rebels..."

"Fifth..."

This person slowly walked between the Modern Literature School and the Ancient Literature School, just finishing reading the last word of the 29th article.

Then, he sneered, and both his momentum and tone were full of arrogance and contempt: "Insects of the Ancient Literature School..."

His tone was slow.

"Are you qualified to discuss the meaning of the classics?"

The people of the Modern Literature School seemed to have seen their savior, and they shouted: "Duke Ji!!!"

...

The waiting process was extremely happy and sweet.

The Emperor Taisun supported his chin with both hands, waiting for his uncle to come back.

——My uncle must have gone to ask my grandfather for mercy on my behalf!

...

Quan Yingzhang and Ji Sui, one 86 years old and the other 46 years old, each led people from their own school, and they tore each other apart, and the grass and trees lost their color. They didn't care about face or politeness, and their words were sharp and harsh. Don't

think that scholars will be elegant when they quarrel. Those "unhappy death", "prolonged life" and "stinky dog ​​slaves" are already considered light. What about "emperor's running dogs" and "raised by animals who have forgotten their roots"... After all, Mencius also scolded the Mohists as "beasts" and the farmers as "savages with wild tongues".

This quarrel lasted from morning to noon.

...

The jailer came over with food and asked a certain grandson of the emperor and the eldest grandson of the emperor to eat.

The grandson of the emperor looked at him disdainfully: "No need, take it away."

I'm about to get out! Who wants to eat those disgusting prison meals!

...

Quan Yingzhang rolled up his sleeves and said: "You pig dog without human ethics! You don't talk about benevolence, righteousness

, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. How can you understand Confucius!" Ji Sui slammed the table and said: "The righteousness of the king and father is the principle of heaven and the righteousness of the earth. You are a beast without a king and father!"

...

Time went from noon to evening.

The jailer came over with food again.

The grandson of the emperor flipped the tray with his hand in annoyance: "I told you not to!"

The food was scattered on the ground, and the grandson of the emperor didn't even look at it. His stomach was rumbling, and he looked at the corner of the wall expectantly.

My uncle must be thinking of a way to save me!

…

“Stand up!” A bunch of people pulled Quan Yingzhang, and the old man said with full energy: “Wait for me to go back and read the scriptures! I will argue with you tomorrow!”

“Old man!” Ji Sui retorted: “You came here by yourself! Why should I be afraid of you! The ancient literature school is so heretical, I will make sure it is not tolerated by heaven and earth!”

…

At three o’clock in the night.

Huang Taisun lay in the straw pile, his stomach rumbling to the sky, he stared at the ceiling blankly.

Uncle, where have you been, uncle, wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow…

…

Ji Sui sat in the study, frowning, flipping through the classics page by page.

The twelve-inch candle burned slowly, getting shorter inch by inch.

The moon slowly sank to the west, and the candle burned to the length of a finger.

When the rooster crowed, Ji Sui stood up and stretched his back.

"I feel like I forgot something?"

"Wait!"

Ji Sui held the page of the book that was blown over by the wind.

"So I forgot this sentence!"

He put on his official uniform and walked out with great momentum.