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The news of the Jiuzhou copy scroll quickly spread throughout the entire Jiangcheng along with notices all over the streets.
No one expected that King Li would make such a big fuss in order to carry out reforms.
The most excited ones were of course the students from the hundreds of schools of thought. When the Jixia Academy had not yet declined, the most favorite thing for each school was debate. Although the theories of each school were improved in the debate, there was never a winner or loser.
But now, the copy map of Kyushu has come out. Even if the development of the world situation may not be exactly the same as shown in the copy map of Kyushu, it is still very convincing.
It may not be the only correct answer, but it is the answer with the strongest reference value.
Whoever wins the debate can be named "Wangxue".
Their confidence in the completion of the academy grew stronger and stronger, because since all the scholars had unanimously approved this topic, they must have kept their expectations for the academy in their hearts.
Han family.
Han Zhe looked at the contents of the notice copied by the servant, his expression becoming extremely solemn.
Until now, he still felt that the academy could not be built and that the reform would definitely fail.
But now it seems that Zhao Ji's confidence in the reform has reached its peak.
He doesn't understand.
Where does the money come from?
Where does the official position come from?
If you lose this time in your deduction of reform, will you still push for this reform?
He thought Zhao Ji must be crazy.
But he couldn't help but feel uneasy. What if Zhao Ji won? How would his Han family cope with it?
"Father, Lay Buddhist!"
Han Juan sat cross-legged on the futon, and suddenly opened his eyes with a faint smile on his lips: "Your mind is in turmoil!"
"Hahaha!"
Han Zhe laughed twice to hide his inner unrest.
This was the first time Han Juan took the initiative to talk to me since he returned home.
He stroked his beard and said, "What a joke! I've seen a lot of storms and waves, so how could I be easily upset? I just saw some good news and I'm in a good mood."
"oh?"
Han Juan looked at him quietly, with a smile on his face, without making any comment.
Han Zhe felt a little uncomfortable being stared at, so he handed the paper over and said with a smile: "Juan'er! This grand gathering of hundreds of families was very lively, but you missed it. Don't you feel a loss?"
“Why is there a loss?”
Han Juan yawned, took the notice and read it carefully, then he suddenly realized: "It turns out that the Jiuzhou copybook has been published!"
Han Zhe stroked his beard and smiled calmly: "If one of the three schools of Confucianism, Mohism and Legalism wins the debate, it will become the 'king school' among the hundreds of schools of thought. At that time, your Taoist school will be suppressed. Wouldn't you be unwilling to accept it?"
"The Jiuzhou Copy Scroll is indeed a magical object that can predict the general trend."
Han Juan did not deny it, but he did not show any regrets either: "It's just that, although it deduces a general trend, it is only one of the general trends, and it is not unchangeable."
Han Zhe's pupils shrank: "You mean, there are other major trends?"
"Of course!"
Han Juan smiled lazily: "Otherwise, my father would think that since I am devoted to practicing Taoism, why does my master still insist on kicking me out of the mountain gate?"
Han Zhe hesitated: "This..."
Han Juan stood up from the mat, sat opposite Han Zhe, and added: "My master also has one of the only four volumes of Kyushu imitation scrolls in existence."
Han Zhe couldn't help but ask, "So what did your master deduce?"
"You can't say that!"
Han Juan smiled mysteriously, then stood up and stretched: "It's getting late, I'm going to sleep, get some energy, and attend the Hundred Schools Festival tomorrow."
After saying that, he went back to the house wearing his straw sandals.
"This bastard..."
Han Zhe rubbed his chest frantically to calm down, and kept comforting himself: "I gave birth to this child, I gave birth to this child..."
He had many sons, but he only took great care of Han Juan.
An important reason is that Han Juan's mother is his only legal wife, the woman who is most in line with the family's interests and the woman he truly loves. Moreover, the father and son have been separated for such a long time, and he has accumulated a lot of debts in his heart.
Of course, this is not the most important reason.
Han Juan's master is what he values most.
Otherwise, based on Han Juan's perfunctory attitude towards him, he would have been hung up and beaten long ago.
"It turns out that there is more than one trend in the world..."
Han Zhe seemed to be thinking about something, and felt a little relieved.
But he is still very annoyed, because even if there are other major trends, the major trend that will be deduced publicly tomorrow will definitely leave a far-reaching impact.
Even though he still believed that the reform was impossible, he had to consider how the Han family should protect themselves when the situation was in Zhao Ji's hands.
He waved to the housekeeper and said, "Send a message to Wei Huan and Zhao Qi, telling them to meet at Zuixian Tower at midnight tonight!"
"yes!"
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The next day.
Ying Wuji got up early in the morning, changed into luxurious clothes, and walked towards the palace without any servants or riding a horse or carriage.
The Hundred Schools of Thought Festival nominally had nothing to do with politics, but it had to follow the Zhou rituals.
After all, the authority of the Zhou royal family's rituals and sacrifices still existed, and the origins of the Hundred Schools of Thought were closely related to the Zhou royal family, so naturally they had to follow the Zhou rituals.
Today, everyone who participates in the event, regardless of their wealth or status, has only one identity.
That is the students from hundreds of schools.
Even though the teachers were only considered students of high moral character, they still had to walk to the event.
Only a group of people were able to take the bus.
That was the person sent by the Zhou royal family to preside over the ceremony and sacrifice.
In other words, it was Jiang Taiyuan and his men.
"drive!"
"Brother Ying, I'll go first!"
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