In the Southern Song Dynasty, I competed with Mongolia for the world

Chapter 35

Among them, cultural learning is the focus of the former, and simple learning is the latter.

That is to say, Shi Miyuan hoped that he would learn more cultural knowledge, other military systems, laws, etc., you can just learn a little bit in the future, and the main thing is that the veterans will be in charge.

Zhao Yurui looked at it and found that every day was full of arrangements, and only having dinner was his private time. In this way, Zheng Qingzhi also arranged for an assessment at any time in the evening.

At this time, he was in the hall of Minde Hall. He turned to the left and entered into a study room, and the south of the study room was the bedroom.

Mrs. Xu and Xiaotao are making beds inside.

Zhao and Rui arranged for the two to take turns sleeping in a room opposite to him, and the two girls were making extravagant preparations.

"Sister Xu." Zhao Yurui said loudly.

Mrs. Xu hurried out from inside: "King Yi."

"Who is on duty today?"

"Professor Zheng Qingzhi."

"Call him here."

"Yes."

Zheng Qingzhi and Li Zongmian took turns to be on duty. They lived in Wei Wangfu and were responsible for the education of Yi Wang. Today is Zheng Qingzhi's turn.

Not long after, Zheng Qingzhi hurried over.

"Meet King Yi."

"Professor Zheng, please sit down, Mrs. Xu serves tea."

"Thank you King Yi." Zheng Qingzhi sat down politely.

Zheng Qingzhi is over 40 years old. Historically, after Shi Miyuan died, he took over as prime minister and privy envoy. He was Shi Miyuan's staunch ally and confidant, but his character was much stronger than Shi Miyuan's.

Later generations also called it: no innovation, no selfishness; also known as: Qingzhi was in power, and he quoted gentlemen.

It can be seen that Zheng Qingzhi is still a famous minister, but Zhao Yurui doesn't know it.

He already regarded Zheng Qingzhi as Shi Miyuan's group in his heart, so he was naturally more cautious.

After Zheng Qingzhi sat down, Zhao Yurui asked, "Is this king not going to court?"

Zheng Qingzhi said with a smile: "King Yi is just a title, King Yi has no official position."

"According to the Song system, as long as you have an official position, even if you are seventh rank, you can go to court."

In the Southern Song Dynasty, civil servants of the seventh rank and above could go to the imperial court, the seventh rank among the military officers was even more senior officials, and the fifth rank of military officers could go to court.

"Oh, that's how it is." Zhao Yurui thought to himself, I don't want to go to court yet.

Unexpectedly, Zheng Qingzhi said: "The imperial court stipulates that one should be promoted on a regular basis. It is estimated that next year His Majesty will confer the vacant post of the Jiedu Envoy of the King of Yi, and he will go to court by then."

"Of course, after granting it to the Jiedu Envoy, the monthly salary will increase by [-] guan, and there are some other materials."

One year later at the latest, Zhao and Rui will also go to court.

But what Zhao Yurui was thinking in his heart was to strive for outsourcing next year at the latest.

It would be even better if he could be sentenced to Qingyuan Mansion (Ningbo) as the head of the military and government.

After all, that is King Wei's territory, and it can be regarded as one of his hometowns.

He didn't want to be watched by Shi Miyuan in the capital all the time.

Zhao Yurui continued: "Professor Zheng's arrangement, I think, is slightly inappropriate."

Zheng Qingzhi was not surprised either. After all, he knew that Zhao Yurui was not very eager to learn: "Does King Yi feel that there are too many arrangements? You can cut some. This was originally to be discussed with King Yi."

Zhao Yurui was overjoyed immediately, stood up and picked up the brush from the side.

Mrs. Xu, who was standing behind him, hurried forward to study the ink.

Zheng Qingzhi looked at Xu Shi strangely.

It seemed strange that King Yi was accompanied by such an older woman.

Zheng Qingzhi is Shi Miyuan's confidant, so he naturally knew that Zhao Yurui was in Shaoxing, and they had a conflict because of a widow, but he did not expect King Yi to be so nostalgic and bring the widow with him.

He thought about finding an opportunity to remind King Xia Yi that it is okay to have maids around him, but it is best not to have such an old widow.

But Zheng Qingzhi also had to admit that the Xu family was still very interesting, and even he couldn't help but glanced at it a few times.

Just as Zheng Qingzhi was thinking wildly, Zhao Yurui used a brush to draw a line: "Don't want this, don't want this, don't want this, okay—Professor Zheng, take a look."

Zheng Qingzhi stepped forward to take a look, and almost lost his breath.

Except for the morning reading in the morning, Zhao Yurui had almost scratched up, leaving only one Analects class, which lasted about half an hour.

It was all gone in the afternoon.

There is one class throughout the day, about half an hour.

Swipe, Zheng Qingzhi's face flushed instantly, he was ashamed and angry.

"King Yi." He called angrily.

"My king is 15 years old this year." Zhao Yurui slowly put down his brush at this time: "Does Professor Zheng think that I can become a sage by learning so much every day?"

Zheng Qingzhi said: "When we study the books of sages and sages, not only can we improve our talents and knowledge, but also we can rest our lives and temper our minds. King Yi, as a clan-"

"My lord, I just need to learn one Analects, and don't need to learn the others for now." Zhao Yurui interrupted him directly.

"One Analects is not enough." Zheng Qingzhi said loudly.

"One Analects is enough." Zhao Yurui asked with a smile: "Does Professor Zheng know the questions and answers between Emperor Taizong and Zhao Pu back then?"

Zheng Qingzhi: "..." His expression froze.

During Song Taizong's time, Zhao Pu was still the prime minister. Some people were not convinced by him, so they told Song Taizong that Zhao Pu had little knowledge and the book he read was only a Confucian classic "The Analects of Confucius", so it was not appropriate to be a prime minister.

So Song Taizong asked Zhao Pu: "Some people say that you have only read one "Analects of Confucius". Is this true?"

Zhao Pu answered honestly: "What I know really doesn't go beyond the "Analects". In the past, I used half of the Analects to help Taizu settle down the world, but now I use half of the Analects to help His Majesty, and the world is peaceful. "

Later, when Zhao Pu died of illness, his family opened his bookcase, and there really were only twenty chapters of the Analects of Confucius.

The phrase "half part of the Analects governing the world" also originated from Zhao Pu.

Zheng Qingzhi, as a great Confucian, of course knew this history. When Zhao Yurui said it, he was dumbfounded and thought for a long time, not knowing how to refute it.

You can't say that I, Zheng Qingzhi, are stronger than Zhao Pu, right?You can't say Taizong is wrong.

"This, this, this—" Zheng Qingzhi's expression was gloomy, and Zhao Yurui was speechless.

"But this, can't you just study for half an hour every day?" Zheng Qingzhi quickly realized that Wang Yi's study time is too little.

"The so-called reading thousands of books is not as important as traveling thousands of miles and learning theories through reading. Precepts and deeds are not as important." Zhao Yurui said solemnly: "Professor Zheng, Professor Li, etc. are all in the palace. You are all my king's teachers. All kings have to ask for advice and study, and they can't just learn the Analects from Professor Zheng alone."

Zheng Qingzhi smiled wryly, Yi Wang was obviously making excuses for being lazy, but it sounded quite reasonable.

It is quite interesting to say that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books.

"King Yi made such a change, how will the officials explain to His Majesty and the Prime Minister?" Zheng Qingzhi said urgently.

"You can just say it." Zhao Yurui thought to himself that King Yi had already been sealed, and the emperor had a good impression of him, so it was impossible to dismiss him just because of trivial matters of study.

As long as I go to the palace more and pay my respects to my uncle in the future, it will be fine.

In any case, he will not promise to spend his time studying every day.

Zheng Qingzhi had no choice but to respond first, and prepared to sue Shi Miyuan and the emperor later.

(End of this chapter)