"Your mother!"

Ying Chengqiu lifted the table and smashed it over, knocking over several tables and banquets.

These guests hurriedly dodged, and some of them were inevitably splashed with oil on their clothes, and their faces were ashen.

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

"This is not Chang'an Jun Mansion! It's not a place where you can play wild!"

"If Your Majesty had not protected you, there would be no Chang'an title in Qin today!"

A burly man wearing a blue-clothed knight's shirt and a big hammer on his feet was most angry.

He is nine feet tall, with a beard and a fierce look on his face. He looks twice as strong as Ying Chengzu, who looks thinner.

"It's too much!"

The burly man slapped the table heavily. As he palmed, a crack spread out along the solid wooden table.

If someone hadn't stopped him, the burly man would have used his big fist to make Ying Chengxiang look good.

"Brother Zhang, no! Qin is not as good as Yan! Those who fight privately outside will be sentenced to six months in prison!"

The noble man next to the burly man was blocked by his arms.

"It was this guy who took action first! How could I say I did it first!" The burly man shouted with an indignant look on his face.

"My Brother Zhang! Chang'an Jun just overturned the table and needed to compensate the official table. He did not fight privately!"

The noble young master knocked on the crack on the table and smiled bitterly: "This table is less than ten yuan outside, but it is only one gold on the tower. Brother Zhang can sit down for my expenses!"

"What! One gold! Is the Qin State robbing money?"

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

He had to pay a penalty if he broke a table, and he had never heard of such a high price.

"I broke his desk! I'll pay him a new one! Where can I use one money!"

Ying Chengqi hugged the scared female manager in his arms and glanced at the burly man and said, "So that Yan people know that Qin is not an illegal place like Yan. Qin's rule of law is the greatest! Qin's law stipulates that destroying tables is just one gold, not one less, not one more, don't even think about paying a new table! If you don't want to pay for money, go to Mount Li to build a tomb for two months!"

"Then I will go to Mount Li to build a tomb for two months!" The burly male voice was like thunder, and he would rather be sentenced to imprisonment than let the noble son pay.

The noble young master took a deep breath, pulled the burly man hard, and gave a stern look.

It's strange that the burly man who was indignant just now looked embarrassed and stopped facing his noble young man with less than his arms.

The noble son bowed to Ying Chengzi to salute.

"Forgive me, Chang'an, my brother is so naturally. I am here to apologize to Chang'an for Brother Zhang."

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

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

"Zhang Zi?"

“That’s right.”

The word "zi" is the highest praise and honorary title for contemporary literati.

The noble son in front of him is called "Zi", which is extremely rare.

"Your father and mother have great expectations for you." Ying Chengqiu said sincerely.

Parents give their children this name, which is to expect their children to get the word "zi" in the future.

There are countless literati in the world, and how many people can obtain the word "zi"?

Ying Chengqiu was chatting here, where could those smashed guests keep watching?

One of the guests angrily said to the female manager lying in Ying Chenghua's arms: "Maintain! You are determined to favor Ying Chenghua today!"

...

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

The young Confucian scholar beside Zhang Ping looked ashen, and the young Confucian scholar had only scabbards and no swords on his waist.

When the two division commanders took them away from the tower, they seemed to flee, and they didn't even have time to pick up the swords of the young Confucian scholar.

Seeing that the two teachers seemed to have not heard of it, they were just strolling with them, the young Confucian scholar couldn't help it and complained: "Confucius said that scholars must not be broad-minded and resolute. Confucius taught us to be brave and resolute, how could the teacher lead us to escape in the battle!"

The two older Confucian scholars ignored it and took the two students with dark faces and rushed forward, walking in a hurry.

The four of them walked quickly until they arrived at a mansion and knocked on the door and entered the courtyard.

The two older Confucian scholars looked at each other as they looked at each other, and their two dark faces suddenly laughed, and the more they laughed louder and louder they could not hold back at all.

"Hahahahahahaha!"

"Hahahahahahaha!"

Zhang Ping, the young Confucian scholar, didn’t know what the two teachers were laughing at.

What's ridiculous about being bullied by that man so much?

Did the two teachers laughed in anger or changed to hysteria!

Seeing the disciples' resentment and resentment, the middle-aged Confucian scholar held back his smile.

"Junior brother, I'll report this to Brother Chunyu. You can help these two children."

"Hahahahahahaha! Senior brother will go by himself!"

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

This mansion is the gathering place for Confucian disciples, the place where they discuss knowledge and exchange political views, and the owner is Chunyu Yue.

"Teacher, what are you laughing at?"

"Master, please help me and both of you!"

Seeing that the two children were anxious, the elderly Confucian scholar touched his oily beard stained with oil, shook his head and said, "I'll ask you, why did the four of me go to the building?"

"Let that man show his true form! He is not worthy of annotating the Analects of Confucius!"

"Let Ying Chengzuo have moral impairments! You can no longer slander my Confucian classics!"

"Yes, that's true, can you figure it out?" The older Confucian scholar took the teaching exam.

Zhang Ping and the young Confucian scholar were still confused and could not understand no matter how hard they thought about it.

What to figure out?

The damn minister voluntarily lay there, and Ying Chengcai's virtue was not affected.

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

The older Confucian scholar waited for a few minutes in anticipation, but seeing that the two children in front of him still couldn't say it, he couldn't help but label them "not smart enough" in his heart.

"Forget it, you don't have to guess anymore, let me tell you. The Analects of Confucius says: Shooting does not control the skin, but the power is different, and the ancient way is. This sentence means that just shooting an arrow through the target is enough, not how strong it is. This is the truth from ancient times to the present."

"We say that he does not regard people as human beings, because he is not a person, and the purpose is to make Ying Chengqi lose the qualification to comment on the Analects of Confucius. Why do you put the cart before the horse and must try to grab him not to be a person? He beat us in front of everyone and did such rude things to us. Isn't it also a manifestation of poor character?"

After listening to the explanation of the older Confucian scholar, Zhang Ping and the young Confucian scholar suddenly realized that they had achieved their goal without realizing it.

Zhang Ping said with shiny eyes: "We did not fight back, which means that this was a unilateral atrocity of the prince! He left in a hurry because he was afraid that the prince would react to lure us into attack and create variables again!"

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

"The son can teach you!"

...

Zhangtai Palace.

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

"The son is not taught!"

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

Rotten wood cannot be carved!

No matter how the First Emperor Ying Zheng said it, it would not change Ying Fusu's inner thoughts.

Ying Fusu insisted that everyone is really good, so he should restore the Zhou rituals, govern the country with etiquette, and be united in the world.

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

In Ying Fusu's idea, how should we govern the country?

If someone steals things, let him know that stealing is wrong. No one else steals things, they are all noble in character, and only he steals things. Then he will feel guilty, correct it, and stop stealing things.

"The country you imagine 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, people are good in nature, similar in nature, and distant in habits. Everyone is pure and kind in their birth. The reason why people later fight each other is because of the influence of the environment. Historical records: Zhou Gong wrote the "Book of Zhou" and the people practice it. Loving others is like loving themselves. Eight hundred years ago, what can't Qin do? "

Ying Zheng was furious.

"I told you! "History of Zhou" is a lie! Many of the above said are not true!"

"This is the prejudice of the father!"
To be continued...