Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

As the night darkened, Fang Xing's spirit got better and better, but he felt a little tight in his chest.

This is a response to too much sleep.

"You can't reach this matter, Chang Yu is choking."

"Yes."

"Any innovation must be trembling, like walking on thin ice. Your Majesty is sitting in the capital, Jin Youzi was driven out of the capital, and I was also out of Beijing. Naturally, someone will try to figure out this series of actions, which is very interesting."

Fang Xing smiled mischievously: "They are all staring at Guoben, which can determine the future direction of Ming Dynasty in the next hundred years, so it has become a piece of fat in their eyes."

Li Ermao felt that Fang Xing was comforting himself, but he knew that these political actions contained great danger.

"Teacher, they want to get back to the original state. It would be better if they could go further, such as regaining the privilege of tax exemption."

"That's impossible!"

Fang Xing confidently said: "The emperor knows the benefits of abolishing gentry privileges best. Whoever becomes the emperor will always guard the bottom line, and one of them is not to restore gentry privileges, otherwise he will be ready to rule. ."

The two walked out of the bedroom.

The night in Qingzhou is very quiet, and there are a few insects that occasionally let people know that they are still in the world.

The sky was a bit dark, and most of the light from the stars seemed to have been filtered, listless.

The breeze was blowing and it was slightly cool.

Li Ermao followed Fang Xing's back, thinking about his thoughts, and the occasional clenched fists proved that his heart was not at peace.

Fang Xing stretched out his hand to raise the branch in front of him, and then slowly walked by, taking a closer look at the branch.

The young leaves appeared on the branches overnight.

Fang Xing gently touched the tender leaves and said, "This is probably a contest of Dingding. If Confucianism can be suppressed, the opportunity for science will come.

Li Ermao said: "The disciple just feels that his birth is untimely. If it were ten years earlier, the disciple would be able to participate in this exciting contest, and now..."

Fang Xing just smiled, and Li Ermao continued: "The world seeks benefits. If Confucianism is suppressed and science is valued, many people will turn to it, but after all, these people are not firm and will switch to Confucianism at any time."

"This is your frizz."

Fang Xing walked slowly in front, his voice was not hurried.

"Don't be either or the other, let alone be morally clean, that's not the attitude of doing things."

Li Ermao's heart shuddered, knowing it was a beating.

"Teacher, you said before that there are no pure people, and some are just the size of temptation. Some think for the sake of the people, some for your majesty, some for the sake of Ming, and some for your own self-interest, but all of this is required. It depends on the methods of the superiors. If the methods are superb, under the general situation, no matter how selfish they are, they will follow and become a brick that is beneficial to Daming."

Fang Xing said: "Look at the dynasties and dynasties. When the country was founded, most of them did something. Those monarchs and ministers also knew that they were conscientious. Play, corruption is rampant..."

Fang Xing turned around and said, "Er Mao, science is not about competing for the right to speak with Confucianism. You must always remember this. What we are fighting for is the fortune of the country! I must have the fortune of the country in my ambition. Otherwise, in twenty years, science and Confucianism Nothing different."

Li Ermao's heart was agitated, "Teacher, do you take the world as your own responsibility?"

"Do not."

Fang Xing said, "That's a slogan, and shouting too many hurts. What we want is destiny, and everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"

Li Ermao stood there blankly.

Fang Xing saw that he was thinking, and went back to the bedroom.

Li Ermao has been thinking about this sentence: "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"

Ye Lu was heavy, and he woke up suddenly, then returned to his place and began to write an article.

——We are strong when the country is strong, and we hurt when the country is weak!

Li Ermao raised his head, he remembered Fang Xing's previous teaching.

——The common people do not care much for the so-called country and nation. This is also the problem of weak cohesion.

As for the rise and fall of the world, the phrase "Piff is responsible" expounds his views on this concept.

The world, the individual.

The world is uneasy, how can personal stability come from?

The world is strong, so why is the individual uneasy?

He remembered his intention to reduce the food tax by 10% this year, then lowered his head and began to write quickly.

...

The night in the Forbidden City is quiet, only the footsteps of night watchers passing by.

Beware of the fire candle has already been called, most people in the imperial city have gone to sleep, but Zhu Zhanji is still reading.

Sun leaned against the bed and was doing needlework.

She raised her head to look at the emperor from time to time, her lips twitched.

The smile is gentle.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly put down his book, got up and said, "You go to sleep first."

Sun stunned: "Your Majesty, it's late at night, are you still asleep?"

Zhu Zhanji turned around to look at her, smiled and said, "Yue'er and Brother Yu are both very good."

Sun's eyes darkened, and he smiled and said, "Brother Yu still cried a lot today, but Yue'er coaxed him in the end."

The corners of Zhu Zhanji's mouth curled up slightly and said: "It's common for children to play and play, don't be too tight."

Sun responded, but Zhu Zhanji wanted to go back to the Qing Palace to rest.

This unusual behavior made Sun a little puzzled, but she still gently got up and sent the emperor to the door.

"Let's go back."

Zhu Zhan base station was outside, smiled at her, looking very nostalgic.

Sun nodded and said softly: "The concubine watched your Majesty go back."

Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes slightly, then glanced at Sun Shi again.

Sun's family walked out of the door, and two lanterns hung outside the door, shining on Sun's body from diagonally behind.

She wore an ordinary mink fur cloak, light and smiling.

It's like a temporary farewell countless times.

Zhu Zhanji was in a trance. Under the light, he seemed to have returned to the East Palace many years ago.

He was young at that time, but Sun's was a little shy.

He nodded slightly, then turned and left.

At this moment, what he thought of was the first meeting with Sun.

The girl under the tree bowed her head slightly, her red face was a little nervous, but there was still some expectation.

"His Majesty……"

A whisper came from behind, Zhu Zhanji did not look back, but waved his hand behind him.

The dim light from the lantern faded away, and Sun stood outside the door, clenching his hands.

The nostalgia in her eyes is gradually dissipating, and there is more pain.

Wang Zhen was right beside him. He resisted the desire to yawn, and persuaded: "Manny, go and rest, tomorrow..."

Sun said indifferently: "There will be nothing tomorrow, nothing will happen in the future, I will be fine, and you will be fine even if you wait."

There was a little rejection and desertedness in these words.

Sun turned around and went inside, Wang Zhen stood in place ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and muttered, "Are you going to make a reservation?"

Unless someone came to report an urgent matter, the emperor would not leave the Sun clan in the middle of the night.

No one has come to report the matter just now, so the emperor is here tonight...

Wang Zhen's eyes were slightly dim. Like everyone here, he was looking forward to the emperor's sudden change of decision, even if he just put aside the prince's discussion, so he felt that the two princes would still have a chance to fight.

Where is the key to the matter?

Wang Zhen looked at the faint light in the distance, and said dejectedly, "Is a bad name?"

Hu Shanxiang could not be loved by the emperor, but the queen's position was still unshakable.

But in the face of the queen's advantage, what is the use of all this?

At this moment, Wang Zhen thought of Mrs. Qi in the former Han Dynasty.

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