"So I thought about bringing him to the south. The climate in the south is warmer. Although it's a bit humid, it's at least more comfortable than the north..."
"It's just that he couldn't let go of Confucianism. He had to write something and pass it on."
Upon learning that Kong Sheng was so seriously ill, Kong Hanan felt a little heavy in his heart...
The daughter of Confucius respectfully poured a cup of tea to Kong Hanan and then retreated.
When the door opened and closed, I could hear the sound of children playing in the yard.
"You bold monster, I am Kong Han'an, the Emperor of Fengdu. Take my Heavenly Punishment Sword!"
"You are wrong. Emperor Kong was still the Lord of the Mansion when he conquered the Ghost Kingdom..."
"Ah... Then come on, Emperor, what do you want?"
"Tread on the South Sky and shatter the Sky!"
Kong Hanan burst out laughing when he heard this.
Meng Yu also pointed at Kong Hanan, but this time he didn't use his talent to cover it up.
"You are the Emperor now. How can you let those actors and actresses manipulate you as they please?"
"We migrated south and saw many plays about you along the way. Your nephews now adore you."
Kong Hanan was slightly surprised.
"Are those your children? When did Brother Meng have children, and why didn't you tell me?"
Meng Yu said with a smile.
"I was married to the teacher's daughter for a long time, but I didn't know you at that time..."
Kong Hanan was more and more surprised.
Confucius is actually Meng Yu's father-in-law...
"Then how are you two..."
Confucius straightened up, as if he had finished revising his work. He turned around and smiled.
"As a minister, I must understand the emperor's thoughts. His Majesty wants to leave some talented people for his son, so it's natural that Zi Yu and I can't get along well."
"Zi Yu, you underestimate Han An. His skills are comparable to the classics handed down from generation to generation by our Confucian school."
Kong Hanan shook his head.
"They are just some small tricks, they can't compare with the classics."
To say that it is equal to Confucian classics is really an exaggeration.
Kong Hanan simply stood on the shoulders of giants in his previous life and established a more three-dimensional propaganda system.
But the reason why classics are classics is that they are the best, whether compared horizontally with works of the same period or vertically with the past and the future.
Kong Hanan is just entertaining the public.
Although the truth is not necessarily in the hands of a few people, it is not necessarily in the hands of the majority either.
Entertainment things will eventually become entertainment and cannot be compared to teaching and educating people.
It was Kong Sheng who once again refreshed Kong Hanan's understanding of him.
This uncle's cuffs were like Doraemon's pockets, and he could always take something out of them, which surprised Kong Hanan.
"Uncle has already guessed the late emperor's thoughts?"
Confucius smiled.
"Actually, not entirely. Ziyu and I do have some disagreements, but who is right and who is wrong will be left to future generations to judge..."
He patted the newly compiled book, and his lifelong talent seemed to be integrated into the bamboo slips.
"It is the Spring and Autumn Annals that know me and judge me."
Let those who are still alive discuss what happens after death.
Even if legendary people are not legendary enough, they all choose the same path in the end.
Although the Confucius in the two worlds are not the same person, perhaps the Prime Minister of Qi in this world is much more successful than the Confucius in Kong Hanan's previous life.
But in the end they said the same thing and left behind a book called "Spring and Autumn Annals".
Kong Hanan had no interest in this volume of "Spring and Autumn Annals". Whether it was a history book or a thought book, as Confucius said, let future generations judge.
"I guess it was the teacher who asked you to come to me? I understand what he meant..."
Confucius stood up tremblingly.
"Come with me, I'll take you somewhere..."
"The future belongs to you young people, but you always have to listen to what we, the older generation, have to say."
Confucius used the word "men" here, obviously, he also wanted to bring Meng Yu with him on this trip.
This surprised Meng Yu a little.
Kong Hanan is now a god, the titled Immortal Emperor who rules the underworld. He deliberately came down to the mortal world to find Kong Sheng, so he must have something important to tell him.
Meng Yu now has no official position and no influence. He can't understand why his teacher wants him to follow him.
Kong Hanan didn't mind having one more person traveling with him. Although Brother Meng had plotted against him before, the two of them were quite compatible in terms of appearance and temperament. Brother Meng had even fought side by side with the underworld once. Last time when "Linzi was haunted", he also took action and tried to delay Kong Sheng.
However, he originally thought that Confucius would tell him the relevant secrets directly, but he did not expect that he would take him to a place, and he was a little surprised.
Of course, Confucius saw through their thoughts and smiled.
"My teacher took me to that position. Now that he has returned to his position, it is inconvenient for him to come down to the mortal world. As his disciple, I will naturally serve him."
This is explained to Kong Hanan.
"I have many students, but you are the only one who can inherit my legacy. As a means of inheritance, it would be beneficial for you to go with me to see it."
This was an explanation to Meng Yu, and Confucius even winked at him mischievously.
"Besides, if I want to travel, I need a driver, right?"
Meng Yu hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded.
After Confucius resigned from his position in the court, he became much more lively and started to make jokes deliberately.
"Alas, I'm old now. I'm no longer the saint who always said what he meant. Now, when I go out, I have to explain things to the younger generation."
These words made the daughter outside the door pause.
After Confucius retired from the court, in just over a month, he turned from a vigorous middle-aged man into an old man with white hair. This shows how great the blow was and how fragile his body was.
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