"This is a bad word." A crisp voice with a childish voice rang outside the door, with a gentle but extremely firm tone.

Everyone who was smiling in the room was a little surprised, and they couldn't help but stop smiling and looked outside the door at the same time. Dian Man walked in with a young man. It was Mr. Wang, Wang Su, Prince Yong. He was of medium size, less than seven feet tall, had a thin body, white skin, slender eyebrows, big and vivid eyes, and bright. He glanced at the faces of everyone in the room, and suddenly settled on Cao Chong's face, bowing with a humble and reserved hand: "Donghai Wang Su, pay homage to General Zhennan."

Cao Chong leaned his head and looked at Wang Su, burst out laughing. He put down the ivory chopsticks in his hand and reached out to signal: "No gift, sit down and try the new tea and snacks here."

"General Xie." Wang Su bowed slightly, walked to the newly brought table of Tiger Shi, and gave another gift. Then he sat down with his clothes, raised the teacup with both hands, sniffed it at the end of his nose, then took a sip, tasted the tea, put down the cup, rolled the sleeves with his left hand, picked up the chopsticks with his right hand and paused gently on the table, carefully picking up the soup buns in the steamer.

The soup buns were full of broth, and they were not effective. Wang Su tried it twice, but did not lift the soup buns stuck to the steamer. He felt that it was not easy to use force, so he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed. He looked up at Cao Chong and others who were looking at him. His face was a little red. His hands added force. Unexpectedly, he couldn't control the force, and the soup buns suddenly cracked open. A few splashed soup fell on the collar of his chest. Wang Su quickly put down his chopsticks, reached out to pick up the cloth on the table to wipe it. The soup had been sucked up long ago, so how could it be wiped clean.

Cao Chong smiled slightly, stood up, walked slowly to the busy Wang Su, bent down and reached out to pick up the chopsticks on his table, gently clamped the other soup bag in the steamer and shook it slightly, gently lifted it up, and the soup bag fell into a ball, and through the almost translucent dough, you could vaguely see the soup inside. Cao Chong smiled and placed the soup bag in the plate in front of Wang Su. Wang Su glanced at him in a daze, then quickly moved his knees two steps, and couldn't stand it: "Thank you, General, Wang Su dare not take it."

Cao Chong raised his lips and stood up to look at Wang Su who was crawling in front of him. However, he did not ask him to get up. Instead, he looked at him quietly for a while, and looked at Liu Cong and Cai Mao for no reason. Even Xun Wenqian and others next to him didn't hear the sound for a long time, feeling a little puzzled. Sun Shangxiang twisted her body and poked her head out to look. Seeing Wang Su creeping in front of Cao Chong, Cao Chong stood up straight, holding his head up, his eyes swept through his nose, and looking at Wang Su's back neck, he couldn't help but be surprised. He thought that Cao Chong had murderous intention because of Wang Su's words just now, so he quickly waved to Xun Wenqian and signaled them to see.

When Xun Wenqian and Cai Ji saw that Sun Shangxiang was a little nervous in their mystery, they were both curious. They looked at each other and looked over, but they were also a little confused about Cao Chong's intention.

Wang Su lay on the ground, feeling the pressure formed by Cao Chong's gaze on his neck, and a slight sweat ejaculation on his forehead. At this time, he regretted that he did not let his father accompany him when he came. He always felt that although Cao Chong was a genius child and the beloved son of the prime minister of the Han Dynasty, the prime minister was not good at learning classics. Cai Jia, the young general, was also a female. Although his knowledge was good, he might not be able to teach students who were as proficient in ancient and modern classics and had a view of it. Therefore, he boldly came to see Cao with Dian Man.

Chong, before he saw Cao Chong, there was someone who had not seen him. He heard his voice first and wanted to get a first prize. However, Cao Chong first picked up a soup bag for him with a kind attitude, and then when he was following the etiquette to show respect, he used a very unkind power to suppress his restless heart. He could not see Cao Chong's face, but could only see Cao Chong's feet, which were wearing combat boots, which were very simple and practical, but the workmanship was very fine. There was a spotted tiger head embroidered on each of the boots, with a hideous face, as if he was smudged at him.

He could not kill me. My father was Wang Lang from Donghai, a famous scholar he invited. He could not kill me for no reason. A trace of struggle echoed weakly in Wang Su's mind.

"Ziyong, raise your head." Wang Su heard Cao Chong's faint voice, like a scarf, and finally let out a gentle breath after holding it for a long time. He tried hard to suppress the throbbing in his heart, took a deep breath, slowly raised his head to look at Cao Chong's calm and handsome face. This face was as young as him, but unlike him, Cao Chong's eyebrows were filled with a hint of maturity and inexplicable worry that he did not have.

"Thank you...General." Wang Su said word by word.

"Go back to the table." Cao Chong smiled faintly and reached out to signal: "The soup dumplings are cold, and the taste is bad."

Wang Su didn't dare to pretend to be cool anymore, so he quickly picked up the chopsticks and picked up the buns in the small plate in front of him and sent them to his mouth. As soon as his teeth bit the dough, the delicious soup flowed into his mouth, and a drop was also oozed from the corner of his mouth. Wang Su quickly picked up the hand towel next to him to cover the corner of his mouth, and didn't care about sipping too much, so he swallowed the soup dumpling in three or two tidy ti.

"Ziyong is so in a hurry, can you taste the taste?" Cao Chong returned to his seat, slowly picked up a soup bun, put it to his mouth and took it lightly. He sucked it, first sucked the soup into his mouth, then methodically spread the dough, picked out the meat filling and sent it to his mouth, chewing it slowly, and finally delivered the dough that had been sucked into his mouth. Everything was very gentle, not as embarrassing as Wang Su.

Wang Su felt quite embarrassed when he saw it. He was about to bow his head, but Cao Chong smiled and said, "Has Ziyong read Mencius?"

When Wang Su mentioned his knowledge, he immediately became energetic and laughed reservedly: "Mencius naturally read it. Su was born in trouble and grew up in disarray, but he never dared to forget his knowledge for a moment. He has been studying under his father's knees since he could remember. The Analects of Confucius and Mencius are all subjects to be introductory."

Liu Cong couldn't help but smile when he heard this. The boy was about the same age as him, but he spoke very loudly. Cang Shu asked him if he had studied Mencius, but he said that Mencius was just an introductory subject. Obviously, he felt that Cang Shu was asking a little out of tune, and he didn't know how Cang Shu would answer. He looked at Cao Chong, but saw that Cao Chong's face was calm and there was no trace of anger. He just smiled silently: "So, Ziyong has been studying Mencius for ten years."

Wang Su bowed out as if he was humble and arrogant: "The general was awarded more."

"Then Ziyong must know that Mencius is 'powerful and powerful'?" Cao Chong put down the ivory chopsticks in his hand, reached out to grab the towel, and asked casually while wiping his hands.

Wang Su's face turned red suddenly. He almost wanted to stand up with anger, but felt guilty. Mencius said, "Wealth cannot be lustful, poverty cannot be moved, and power cannot bend, this is called a real man." However, he claimed to have been studying Mencius for more than ten years, but he completely lost his inch under Cao Chong's gaze. Obviously, the distance from a real man was too far away. Cao Chong said it in front of him, which really embarrassed him. He blushed, stood up and looked at Cao Chong, gritted his teeth, and was about to get up and grab the door.

"Actually, I can't blame Zi Yong. There are not many people who can truly be called a real man in ancient times. To put it in detail, I'm afraid that Saint Kong may not be able to afford this real man, so why should Zi Yong be angry?" Cao Chong smiled and said to Wang Su, "Did Zi Yong think of the saint's teachings when I was picking up soup dumplings just now?"

Wang Su was very unhappy by his statement that Confucius, the founder of Confucianism, might not be called a real man. Now he heard Cao Chong ask such a strange question, and he was even more unhappy. He snorted secretly: "The sage said that there is no violation of benevolence in his behavior. Is the general pointing to this?"

Cao Chong laughed loudly, and he shook his hand while laughing, "Ziyong, the saint said that one day he has been punished and returned to courtesy will be kind. However, I didn't expect that it was so far. I just wanted to say that too much is not enough. This is the case with a soup bun, so it is the same in doing things, and what is the best way to govern the country."

Wang Su frowned slightly, recalled the scene just now, and suddenly felt a little touched. He threw the unhappiness aside for a while, and hesitated and asked: "Please tell me clearly, General."

Seeing that his attitude was much better, Cao Chong smiled, but did not answer him immediately. Instead, he picked up the teacup and blew the tea on the green tea soup, took a sip of the fragrant tea, and then talked: "The sages discuss things by way of Tao or virtue, but they do not leave a basic point, first talk about their hearts. The Spring and Autumn Period Prison, that is, to judge cases by heart, and Ziyong's family's origins, so naturally I don't need to talk about this. However, the Tao and virtue mentioned by the sage are all the best and most beautiful realms, which are not something that ordinary people can achieve. Confucius said that he did not go beyond the rules of his heart and practice, and with his cultivation, he would have to be seventy years old. Who in the world, in the future Confucian scholars, dare to say that they are moral people? These standards are too high, so in the seven hundred years since Confucius died, there is actually no one who can be called a saint. I wonder what Ziyong thinks?"

Wang Su was speechless, and he almost suddenly spoke out and wanted to object, saying that someone and someone were in line with moral norms, but when he thought that Confucius had to be seventy years old before he claimed to have reached the realm. How could those Confucian disciples dare to say that they were better than Confucius and achieved moral perfection before they reached seventy? For him, who dared to claim to be better than Confucius, is it a great rebellious thing, and even more rebellious than calling himself the emperor? But if this is really a Confucian man who has been in the hundreds of years, isn’t there a successful case? And if Confucian really hasn’t produced a qualified product in seven hundred years, what reason does he have to stand in the world?

Beads of sweat oozed out of Wang Su's forehead. He officially felt that he did not dare to step beyond the line. It was the words of his master who put himself in, making people know that Cao Chong was making trouble, but he was speechless. He could only admit that Confucian moral norms were ridiculous and that Confucius chose one between nonsense.

"This..." Wang Su's passion suddenly turned into a pot of cold water. He opened his mouth several times, but he still didn't say anything to refute. Cao Chong smiled and continued, "So I dare not say that picking up a soup bun can reflect kindness. I want to tell Ziyong, but it's just too much. Picking up soup buns is like this, doing things, and governing the country and the army, of course, even more so."

He paused and sighed and said, "Zi Si said that the way of the sage is the doctrine of the mean, and it is not easy to be mediocre. The middle is the right way of the world, and the mediocre is the theorem of the world. But what is the so-called middle or the so-called mediocre, but it is a slashing standard. Zi Yong was a young talent and knowledgeable classics. He was a master who could follow Zheng Kangcheng. Why should he learn the frog in the well and be limited to those words? It is better to jump out of the classics and look at the classics, stand on the top of the mountain, and look down on the countless people."

Wang Su's eyes lit up. He seemed to have found the direction of his efforts. The problem that he had been troubled recently was solved. He was stunned for a moment, and felt a little confused. His eyebrows frowned and dissipated again. His face changed constantly. He forgot about Cao Chong and others, and he thought about the problem there.

Cao Chong didn't urge him, and smiled with Liu Cong and others. He raised his teacup and took a big sip. With the little tricks learned from Jiang Gan and the little impression of Confucianism in his memory, he immediately took down Wang Su, a genius of Confucianism, who was of the same age, and his sense of accomplishment was no less than that of capturing all the officials of Yizhou headed by Liu Zhang, outside Langzhong City not long ago.

After a while, Cao Chong saw that Wang Su's face gradually calmed down, and a hint of joy appeared in the corner of his eyes. He knew that the impact had turned into spring rain just now, so he said again: "Ziyong has been in Xiangyang for a while. I heard that you are learning Taixuan Sutra from Song Zhongzi. I don't know what you have gained. Can you tell me one or two?"

Wang Su had already put away his arrogant heart at this time. He knew that although the young genius in front of him had never heard of any classic, he had his own opinions that he did not know. He dared not be reserved anymore and replied politely: "I have learned a little from Mr. Song and cleared the words. I dare not claim to have any opinions. The general is a talented person, so I would like to ask the general to give some advice to understand."

Cao Chong laughed and shook his hands repeatedly: "I don't understand the Taixuan Sutra. What I know is just a little fur and I dare not show off in front of Ziyong. However, since the Taixuan Sutra talks about the way of the universe, I will advise Ziyong to say a few words, which is 'bold idea and carefully verify'. Although Yang Xiong is talented and good at mysterious thoughts, he is indulging in fantasy and has not done any empirical evidence. Ziyong might as well use Wang Zhongren (Wang Chong)'s (Wang Chong)'s (Zhang Heng)'s armillary celestial sphere to verify each other, learn from each other's strengths and weaknesses, and then observe the celestial phenomena with Zhou Zhongzhi (Zhou Qun) and others, use the celestial phenomena to reflect the scriptures, eliminate the false and retain the truth, and perhaps you can gain something."

When Wang Su heard Cao Chong say two masters, Wang Chong and Zhang Heng, he didn't take Yang Xiong much. He also heard him say the eight seemingly simple but actually very demanding paths to study, which inevitably adds a layer of awe. He immediately bowed and thanked him: "Thank you for the general's eight-character mantra. Su must practice it and stick to his life. His father read Wang Zhongren's suicide note when he was in Kuaiji and studied Lunheng a little, but Zhang Pingzi's armillary sphere has been lost for a long time. He doesn't know what classics he has in his knowledge. I wonder if the general can clearly state it?"

"Lunheng is not only familiar to Lingzun, but also to Mr. Cai is also a family scholar. Some people are studying Zhang Pingzi's knowledge now. Although the armillary sphere has been destroyed, I found his manuscript again. Zhongyu, Zhou Zhongzhi and others are working together. I hope to make another one. If Ziyong is interested, you might as well do something together." Cao Chong invited him enthusiastically.

"It is better to obey your orders than respect." Wang Su replied in response.

"Well, let's talk about this later. You just said that our view on the Spring and Autumn Period is wrong. What is the statement? Can you explain it clearly when you have time?" Seeing that Wang Su had completely lost his arrogance, Cao Chong raised the original question before him.

"No. Su, I will present my opinion, and ask the general to correct me." Wang Su said respectfully, pondered for a moment, cleared his throat, and said loudly: "The Three Genealogies of the Spring and Autumn Period, initially regarded Gongyang as an official school, and proposed to Emperor Xiaowu that the Dong Shi, who was the only one who respected Confucianism, was the Gongyang Shi, and Gongsun Hong, the common prime minister, also studied Gongyang Shi. It can be said that Gongyang Shi is the first Confucian classic established in official school. From this point of view, Guliang and Zuo Shi cannot be compared, let alone Zou Shi, who only heard his name and did not see his book, Jia Shi..."

Listening to Wang Su's endless talk about the rise and fall of the Spring and Autumn Period in the Han Dynasty, Xun Wenqian smiled next door and glanced at Sun Shangxiang and said softly: "Sister, my husband is getting along with Jiang Ziyi, and he is more eloquent. But he is just a young man like Mengmeng Wang Su. If he really meets Wang Jingxing, I'm afraid he will have a soft nail and a bad temper today."

Sun Shangxiang curled his lips and shook his head and said, "Sister is too worried. My husband speaks like using troops. He uses different tactics for different opponents. Although today's tactics are simple, it is enough to deal with Wang Su. If Wang Jingxing comes, his husband will naturally have other tricks. Wang Su is not an opponent, and his father comes, he is also not an opponent."

Cai Ji smiled, glanced at Xun Wenqian, and then looked at Sun Shangxiang who disagreed, and said with a smile: "Sister is with your husband every day for half a year, and he is more familiar with us than our husband. Sister Shuang'er said that my sister is now the husband's right-hand man in the army, and like the Xun sister, she has become an indispensable assistant to her husband. I am useless only to help my husband. If my sister is free, I have to teach me something."

Sun Shangxiang blushed and said whisperingly: "I just wrote some official documents. In fact, I didn't help me, nor did I be with my husband every day. You also know that he... he learned to forget about Zuo Laodao. Recently, it was a critical moment, and at night... they all... are all..."

Cai Ji chuckled and was about to say something else, Xun Wenqian gave her a blank look and pointed to the next door: "You are going to study every day, and now you have such a good opportunity to listen to people explain the scriptures, but you have time to fight here."

Cai Ji shrank his head, stuck out his tongue, and kept silent. Sun Shangxiang pouted with a little depressed voice for a while, and felt very bored. He bored and pulled out the short knife from his waist, pulled out a silk handkerchief from his arms, carefully wiped the dust that did not exist on it, and looked in front of him carefully, opened his bright red and bright mouth, let out a breath, and looked at the blade that soon appeared cold again, showing a smug smile.

In the new restaurant of the Cai family, Wang Su was explaining the rise and fall of the Spring and Autumn Period to Cao Chong. On the large podium of Xiangyang Academy outside the window, Xun Yuezheng held his head and spoke loudly, vigorously promoting the superiority of Zuo's Spring and Autumn Period in various biography: "Taking bronze as a reference, you can correct your clothes and wear, learn from people as a reference, understand gains and losses, learn from history as a reference, and know the rise and fall. Learning history is to study the laws that may be used in the current and even future lessons. If these history cannot understand its true face, but rather distort it based on your own likes and dislikes, then how can you get the correct experience? Just like using a curved ruler to draw a straight line, it is impossible to do anything. Therefore, if you want to understand the Spring and Autumn Period, you should take the Spring and Autumn Period as the basis and first understand the history it described..."

Sun Shangxiang inserted his short knife back to his waist, looked at Xun Yue who was answering questions from all students outside, and looked at Xun Wenqian outside with a smile, and asked with some confusion: "Sister, according to Ling Bocong, these three families are all written by Zixia, and that Zixia is Zuo Qiuming?"

When Xun Wenqian heard Sun Shangxiang ask her, she turned around and smiled, "That's right, why do you want to learn too?"

Sun Shangxiang shook her head with a puff: "I am not a material for academic research, but I am surprised. Isn't this Zixia's surname Bu's name and name Shang's name Zixia? What's going on with Zuo Qiuming?"

Xun Wenqian smiled and explained in a soft voice: "After Confucius died, his disciples scattered. Zixia lived in Hexi and became the master of Wei Wenhou. His son died. Zixia cried and became blind, so he changed his name to Zuo Qiuming in his later years."

Sun Shangxiang was still puzzled: "Since you are blind, you should be called blind, why is it called Ming? Besides, even if you call it Ming, it should be called Bu Ming. Why is Zuo Qiuming? "

Seeing that Sun Shangxiang was reluctant to give in, Xun Wenqian seemed to be unwilling to stop until she understood, she could only explain: "Zixia lives in Hexi, and the Hexi County is east of the Yellow River, so it is called Zuo. The place where he studied was a stone chamber, which was fifty feet away, so it was called Qiu, so he was also called Zuo Qiuming."

Sun Shangxiang curled his lips: "This Zixia is really annoying. Not only do she like to change her name, but she also likes to make fun of people. Since he wrote about Zuo's Spring and Autumn, what are the Guliang Spring and Autumn and Gongyang Spring and Autumn? Isn't it intentionally confused? Is his son dead and alone feels bored and deliberately find something to do?"

"Sister." Xun Wenqian interrupted her unhappily: "You can't be a wise man. Zixia is in Hexi and has a good reputation. How can a sister speak nonsense? Being listened to by others is not only bad for her sister, but also implicate her husband."

Seeing Xun Wenqian's stern face, Sun Shangxiang blushed and whispered: "After all, I'm a sage, and even said it. No wonder Liu Biao said bad things about Liu Yan, and he would take Zixia's guise. Forget it, I don't understand anyway. I'm so bored sitting there. I'll go out for a walk." As she said that, she got up and left the table, put on silk shoes and walked out with a light hand. As soon as she took Sun Pin to the door, she saw a tiger soldier coming in a hurry with a letter in her hand. She couldn't help but feel energetic and immediately stopped the tiger soldier: "What's the matter, so panic?"

The tiger soldier immediately saluted and said, "Madam, it was an urgent document sent by Mr. Pang from Chengdu. I must hand it over to the General immediately."

"Oh?" Sun Shangxiang was overjoyed. The depression that Xun Wenqian had just said disappeared. She took the urgent item from the tiger's hand and took a look. Seeing a bright red slime painted in the upper right corner of the letter, she immediately narrowed her eyes.

She had been by Cao Chong for a long time, and she had countless documents in charge. It was the first time she had seen those who had painted slags like this. But she knew that this was Cao Chong's rule. Any paintings with slags were urgent and could not be delayed for a moment. She said to the tiger soldier: "The general is talking to someone inside, and it is not convenient for you to go in, so I'll send them in for you."

The tiger soldier was overjoyed and quickly bowed to thank him. When his waist was straightened, Sun Shangxiang had disappeared from the door. In Wang Su's confusing eyes, he strode to Cao Chong and stuffed the urgent items into Cao Chong's hand. Cao Chong saw the bright red slurry on the urgent items, and was stunned for a moment, and immediately took apart the urgent items and glanced at it, his face stagnated.

"Cang Shu, what's the matter?" Cai Mao asked with concern.

Cao Chong didn't say anything, but waved his hand. The tiger immediately stepped forward and invited Wang Su, who was at a loss, out of the inner room. Cao Chong glanced at Xun Wenqian who was rushing over, then looked at Cai Mao who was a little nervous, then let out a long sigh and gently spit out four words:
Chapter completed!