My Brother Daqin No. 1 Dude

Chapter 28 How could I have such a foolish son?

"Put on your mother!"

Ying Chengxun lifted the tables and threw them over, overturning several tables and banquets.

These guests dodged in a hurry, some of them couldn't help splashing oil and drinks on their clothes, and their faces were ashen.

"Ying Chengyu! Do you want to be an enemy of everyone!"

"This is not Chang'an Monarch's Mansion! It's not a place for you to run wild!"

"If it weren't for His Majesty to protect you, there would be no Lord Chang'an in Qin today!"

A burly man in Tsing Yi and a chivalrous shirt with a big hammer at his feet was the most angry.

He was nine feet tall, with a full beard and a fierce look. He looked twice as strong as the thin Ying Chengxu.

"Too deceiving!"

The burly man slapped the table heavily, and with this palm, a crack in the solid wooden table spread out along the place where his palm fell.

If it weren't for someone blocking him, the burly man would have given Ying Chengxue a good look with his sandbag-sized fist.

"Brother Zhang, don't do it! The State of Qin is no better than the State of Yan! In a private fight outside, the first striker will be imprisoned for six months!"

The noble young man next to the burly man blocked him with his arms crossed.

"It's obviously this guy who made the first move! How can you say that it was me who made the first move!" the burly man yelled with a look of resentment.

"My brother Zhang! Mr. Chang'an just broke the table case, and needs to pay the government's table case fee, and didn't start a private fight!"

The nobleman knocked on the crack on the table, and said with a wry smile: "This table is less than ten yuan outside, but it is one gold on the roof. Brother Zhang, for the sake of my expense, you can sit down!"

"What! One gold! Did the Qin State steal the money!"

The burly man was in a hurry. He was born in the countryside, and one gold was enough for a family of three in his small village to spend for a month.

If you break a table, you will pay one gold. He has never heard of such a high price.

"I broke one of his desks! Just pay him a new one! How can I spend a gold!"

Ying Chengxue hugged the stunned female steward into his arms, squinted at the burly man and said, "I want you, Yan people, to know that Qin is not a lawless place like Yan. Qin ruled by law, and Qin law is the greatest! The Qin law stipulates: breaking the table case of the building is one gold, less money is not enough, more money is not, don’t even think about paying for a new table case! If you don’t want to lose money, go to Lishan to repair the Liangyue Mausoleum!”

"Then I'll go to Mount Li to repair the Liangyue Mausoleum!" The burly man's voice was like thunder, and he would rather go to prison than ask your son to pay for it.

The aristocrat took a deep breath, pulled the burly man hard, and gave him a stern look.

It's strange to say that the burly man who was filled with righteous indignation just now, faced this noble man whose thighs were not thicker than his arms, he actually looked embarrassed and died down.

The aristocrat rushed to Ying Chengxi and bowed to salute.

"Mr. Chang'an, please forgive me. My brother is so natural. I am here to apologize to Mr. Chang'an on behalf of Brother Zhang."

"Well, you're not bad, you're different from these idiots, what's your name?"

"Zhang's surname, a single name with one sub-character."

"Zhang Zi?"

"Exactly."

The word "zi" is the highest praise of contemporary literati, and it is an honorary title.

The name of the noble son in front of him is "Zi", which can be said to be extremely rare.

"Your parents have high expectations of you." Ying Chengxun said sincerely.

When parents give their children such names, they must hope that their children will get a "zi" character in the future.

There are not many literati in the world, and how many people can get the word "zi"?

Ying Chengyu is chatting here, how can those guests who were smashed can stand it?

One of the guests said to the steward lying in Ying Chengxue's arms with an angry face, "The steward! You are determined to favor Ying Chengxun today!"

……

At the same time, in Xianyang City, on a street not far from the building, Zhang Ping, a young Confucian scholar, said angrily: "Teacher! You are determined to favor Ying Chengxu today!"

The young Confucian scholar beside Zhang Ping looked ashen, and the young Confucian scholar only had a scabbard but no sword around his waist.

When the two teachers led them away from the building, it was as if they were fleeing, and they didn't even have time to pick up the saber of the young Confucian scholar.

Seeing that the two teachers seemed to have never heard of them, and they just took them on a big walk, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help it, and complained: "Confucius said that a scholar must be resolute. Confucius taught us to be brave and resolute. How can the teacher do that?" Take us and flee!"

The two older Confucian scholars still ignored them, and led the two students on their way in a hurry with dark faces.

The four of them hurried all the way until they came to a mansion, knocked on the gate and entered the courtyard.

The two elderly Confucian scholars watched the gate close and looked at each other. The two ashen faces suddenly laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder, and it was completely unstoppable.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Zhang Ping, the young Confucian scholar doesn't know what the two teachers are laughing at.

What's so ridiculous about being so insulted by that scorpion?

Are the two teachers laughing out of anger, or are they hysterical!
The middle-aged Confucian scholar suppressed a smile when he saw the unsatisfied and resentful faces of his disciples.

"Junior Brother, I'll report this matter to Brother Chunyu, and you come to clear up the confusion for these two children."

"Hahahahahaha! Brother, let's go!"

The older Confucian scholar was in a mess, but he still laughed heartily and couldn't stop himself.

This mansion was the gathering place for Confucian disciples, where they discussed knowledge and exchanged political opinions, and the owner was Chun Yuyue.

"Teacher, what are you laughing at!"

"Uncle, please explain to me two!"

Seeing that the two children were in a hurry, the older Confucian scholar stroked his greasy beard stained with oil, shook his head and said: "I ask you, why did the four of us go to the building?"

"Let that Zhu Zi show his original form! He is not worthy of commenting on "The Analects of Confucius"!"

"Let Ying Chengyu lose his morals! Don't slander my Confucian classics again!"

"Of course, so, can you figure it out?" The old Confucian scholar asked for advice.

Zhang Ping and the young Confucian scholar were still at a loss, no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't figure it out.

What do you want to understand?
That damned minister voluntarily lay there, and Ying Chengxun's virtue was not affected.

Instead, we were splashed with oil and vegetable leaves, fled in embarrassment, and lost all face.

The older Confucian scholar waited expectantly for a few minutes. Seeing that the two children still couldn't speak, he couldn't help labeling them as "not smart enough".

"That's all, you don't need to guess anymore, let me tell you. There is a saying in "The Analects of Confucius": Shooting does not depend on the skin, and the strength is different. It is an ancient way. This sentence means that archery only needs to shoot through the target. It doesn't depend on how strong you are, this is the truth from ancient times to the present."

"We say that he doesn't treat people as human beings because he has low moral character, and the purpose is to disqualify Ying Chengyu from annotating "The Analects of Confucius". What do you mean? He hit us in full view and did such a disrespectful thing to us, isn't it also a sign of poor morals?"

After listening to the older Confucian scholar's explanation, Zhang Ping and the young Confucian scholar suddenly realized that they had unknowingly accomplished their goal.

Zhang Ping's eyes sparkled and he said: "We didn't fight back, which means that this is a unilateral atrocity by that Zhuzi! He left in a hurry, because he was afraid that Zhuzi would react and lure us to attack, and there would be another change!"

The older Confucian scholar stroked his beard in satisfaction, and his evaluation of Zhang Ping became "slightly intelligent".

"Ruzi can be taught!"

……

Zhangtai Palace.

The First Emperor Ying Zheng was so angry that Ying Fusu was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.

"You can't teach children!"

Gai Nie, who was standing at the door, resisted the thought of turning around and slashing Ying Fusu with his sword, and silently added a sentence in his heart.

Dead wood cannot be carved!

No matter what the First Emperor Yingzheng said, it couldn't change Ying Fusu's inner thoughts.

Ying Fusu insists that everyone is really good if they are good, so they should restore Zhou rituals, rule the country with rituals, and the world will be in harmony.

It is wrong to restrain the common people with strict laws and regulations, it is to be abandoned, and it is cruel.

In Ying Fusu's thinking, how should the country be governed?

If someone steals, let him know that stealing is wrong.Others don't steal anything, and they all have high moral character, but he is the only one who steals.Then he will feel guilty, correct himself, and stop stealing.

"The kingdom you envisioned is impossible to realize! Where there are people, there will be selfishness! There will be struggles! Not everyone in this world can be a saint!"

"At the beginning of human beings, people are inherently good. Their natures are similar, but their habits are far away. All people are born pure and good. The reason why people fight each other later is because of the influence of the environment. According to historical records: Zhou Gong wrote "Zhou Ri", and the people learned from it. , Love others as you love yourself. Zhou Guo 800 years ago can do it, what can Qin Guo not do?"

Ying Zheng was furious.

"I told you! The "History of Zhou" is a lie! There are too many things that are not true!"

"This is my father's prejudice!"

"You rebellious son! I killed you!"

Ying Zheng was in a hurry, jumped up and took off the King Qin sword from the wall, drew the sword out of its sheath, and slashed at Ying Fusu.

The sword stopped an inch away from Ying Fusu's neck, and Ying Zheng said angrily, "Why don't you hide!"

"The father grants the son death, and Shangan escapes."

My father wants me to die, so what can I do to hide?
Stretching out his hand and lightly pushing Qin Wangjian away from his neck, Ying helped Su stand upright.

Seeing this, Yingzheng sneered: "Nizi! You don't match your words with your deeds! You are afraid of death!"

Ying Fusu shook his head.

"I got up not because I was afraid of death, but because I was afraid that my father's reputation would be ruined because of me. I died in Zhangtai Palace, at the hands of my father, and people in the world would say that my father was cruel and heartless. I begged my father to let me take I committed suicide in my own bedroom with a sword, so that my father's reputation can be preserved."

Ying Zheng was so angry that the King Qin sword in his hand kept shaking!

He could see that Ying Fusu's words came from his heart, but it was precisely because of this that he was so angry!
Say die or die!

How could I have such a foolish son!

All the painstaking efforts of Cheng Yu and I have been in vain!
How could I have paid attention to this rebellious son to inherit the state of Qin before!

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