Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Under Zhu Zhanji's suggestion, many conditions have been relaxed in the martial arts entrance examination, but most of the Xunqi children are still eliminated.

Those who had children went in, especially the eldest sons who went in, were very happy, and even offered a drink to congratulate them.

Those who failed were naturally angry, especially many of the eldest sons of Xunqi’s family had passed their age long ago, but the eldest grandson was too young, so he was naturally rejected.

These people are naturally very annoyed. Even Zhu Zhanji said that as long as they are motivated, it is not too late to think that it is a comforting word, so they secretly quarreled with those proud honoraries.

This is my bad life, don't think about it!

Judging from the side, Zhu Zhanji's face was full of majesty and sarcasm, and there was no feeling at all.

He has become more comfortable with the emperor's profession.

"Shandong local officials have no objection to this."

"Yes?"

Zhu Zhanji said blankly: "It's none of your business."

Fang Xing nodded, thinking that in the future there will be no emperor who knows the thoughts of the officials below better than Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji looked at the gloomy sky with his hands and said, "Corn... will he hate me in the future?"

Fang Xing was stunned, and immediately understood his thoughts. When he was about to persuade him, Zhu Zhanji laughed at himself and said: "I can delay for a few years, but after all, I still use him as a weapon."

"In the past, the prince Sangu had a holy family, but now it has become a virtual title, and a lot of rewards go out. Some people are eager to try and want to be an emperor."

"There are also some who think they are respected and learned...I have been having headaches from various memorials these past few days."

Zhu Zhanji smiled, "I got Jin Youzi out specially, lest he stalk his neck to teach corn, then I really have a headache."

"What about Yan Dajian?"

Fang Xing could probably guess Zhu Zhanji's purpose in getting Jin Youzi out, but Yan Dajian was a little weird.

From the time he was transferred to Beijing from Fujian, Yan Dajian has shown his kindness and kindness. But An Lun was staring at him, which made Fang Xing feel a little weird.

"Yan Dajian?"

Zhu Zhanji said in a daze, "Jian Yi really wants to retreat."

"Guo Jin... lacks prestige, and his wrists are not hard enough, but that's good."

Fang Xing understood.

If Guo Jing succeeded Jian Yi, the emperor would have stronger control over the officials.

At this time, sending Yan Dajian, who is qualified to compete for the position of official secretary, to inspect the project itself was a temptation.

Give you the opportunity to do meritorious service, can you seize it?

"As long as a person has a purpose, it is easy to expose flaws. Yan Dajian is a very good person, but I still want to see how his temperament is."

This is an inspection.

If Yan Dajian loses his sense of measure, he will naturally no longer make progress.

Fang Xing didn't want to interfere with this, so he asked: "When are you planning to establish a prince?"

No one likes to set a successor for himself early, and no one is open-minded, because that means he is old.

Zhu Zhanji did not conceal his melancholy in front of Fang Xing, "I am old. Look at the timing, at least there is not enough brewing right now. I am watching the theater, and I hope they can perform more excitingly."

Fang Xing reminded: "Just watch the show, but pay attention to the safety of corn."

Zhu Zhanji nodded, looked at Fang Xing, and said, "You stay out for a while, and you can take whoever you want with your family. You can take turns."

Fang Xing agreed, and then retired.

Zhu Zhanji will no longer call him Dehua brother weakly, let alone discuss with him when encountering difficulties.

Fang Xing left the palace in a daze, but was blocked by Yang Rong.

The wind was blowing a little bit cold, and Fang Xing rubbed his face and said, "Your Master Yang is always in charge, and Jin Youzi is not there. If you don't go busy, why do you come out?"

"You know."

The two were strolling along the moat.

"His Royal Highness is the prince, no one dares to object."

Yang Rong almost guarantees that the superiority of corn will not be disturbed. If there is, he will definitely take action.

Fang Xing nodded slightly, "Sure no one dares to stop him."

This is the foundation of the country, which can influence the trend of Ming Dynasty in the next hundred years.

You can't be too careful.

Yang Rong snorted, and he was rarely melancholic, and asked, "Maybe there are more people?"

Fang Xing did not answer, Yang Rong said disappointedly: "The future prince should be erudite, and he has to be erudite. Confucianism is a must."

"I didn't say that he would not be allowed to study Confucianism."

Fang Xing frowned and said: "I'm not as either or the other as you think. It's just that those people who don't know the world can just forget it. I don't know about the world and the situation of Daming, so I dare to teach the prince?"

He turned sideways, looked at Yang Rong and said, "Do you really think that the future prince should be a filial, benevolent, and never angry gentleman?"

This is the goal of the literati.

Yang Rong said embarrassingly: "That's just a misunderstanding. The official will communicate with them, so let's just wait for them."

Fang Xing said coldly: "Looking at the past dynasties, what you are best at is to instill things in the process of teaching the prince, and the most is to learn to accept advice. Yeah! You have to listen modestly and earnestly. Listen, it's best to do it, but is this a puppet or an emperor?"

Yang Rong was even more embarrassed.

Throughout the dynasties, as long as they have the opportunity to teach the prince, they will subtly let the prince learn to accept advice.

After the prince became accustomed to following the suggestions and opinions of his courtiers, a puppet was about to take shape.

Therefore, as long as the emperor they identified as Mingjun, the history books almost marked a characteristic: when he was a prince, he liked to read, was humble, respected his teachers, and accepted advice.

Back at Fangjiazhuang, Wuyou was already waiting outside the gate.

"father."

The girl is getting older and older, if in the future, she should go to school.

Fang Xing felt a little melancholy thinking that the girl didn't know how long she could be carefree.

"Father, is Corn going to be the prince?"

"Father, it's said that there are more people waiting around Corn, and a few big-waisted grandmothers, who look fierce and evil in their eyes."

"The Queen Niangniang was eating a fast recently, and she didn't want to eat at Kunning Palace when she entered the palace, saying that there was no taste."

"The eldest brother came home the day before yesterday. Dad, the eldest brother has a hole in his face and hands."

Wuyou wanted to tell him a lot, and she was very anxious, but her voice was crisp, and she felt sweet no matter how quickly she woke up.

After the family saw the gift, Fang Xing saw that there was only one child in Wuyou, and said comfortably: "It's better to be a girl! The sons are all wild and shadowless."

Zhang Shuhui said angrily: "Husband, Ping An is in the academy. Now he only has half a day of class, and the rest of the time is at home."

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It feels good to come home. Fang Xing feels that after the age of thirty, his nostalgia for home has become more and more profound.

No matter how many temptations outside, no matter how much fame, but to him, those are only temporary.

But sentimentality does not belong to him, so after washing, he regained his fighting spirit.

"Jin Youzi is advancing the improvement of Confucianism, and wants to reduce the imaginary and increase the real."

In the study, Jie Jin, Huang Zhong, and Ma Su are all there.

"impossible."

If the people present are on the understanding of Confucianism and Confucianism, Xie Jin is second to none.

Huang Zhong also said: "Uncle, Confucianism, no, what they care about is not knowledge, but interest. After the changes, the original scholars become newcomers, and they have to learn again. This is a loss of interest!"

Huang Zhong also followed Fang Xing to learn to analyze things with interest, and Ma Su would naturally not lag behind.

"Teacher, the leading figures in Confucianism will not agree, and will see it as a provocation."

Ma Su remembered the attitude of those gentlemen towards learning when he was taught in Confucianism, and felt that Jin Youzi was doing useless work.

"Those people want to stay the same for ten thousand years. As long as someone moves, they will yell. If yelling doesn't work, they will verbally abuse and then do it."

Ma Su admired Jin Youzi a little, and felt that he was like a martyr.

The lonely martyr.

Fang Xing did not have the slightest pity: "Jin Youzi is a fool and will do whatever he decides. He noticed the crisis, so he wanted to turn the tide, but he looked down on people's hearts."

He looked at the three of them, and suddenly smiled: "What about science?"

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