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Chapter 255 His Highness is extremely talented

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    Liu Jian¡¯s expression is stable, but his heart is a little confused

    is it wrong?

    There was a lingering question in his mind.

    "If it were Liu Jian thirty years ago, he might not have this doubt. He would even jump out and accuse Wang Shouren righteously.

    But now he has gone through the ups and downs of the officialdom and seen so many things. Deep in his heart, he doesn't know that the Analects of Confucius is useless.

    But¡­¡­

    Naturally, he cannot imitate Wu Shizhong. After all, he is a decent man and a first-class chief minister of the Ming Dynasty.

    So he remained silent, but deep in his heart, the seed of doubt cast by Wang Shouren was deeply rooted in his heart.

    Just as he was about to get into the sedan, Liu Jie suddenly said: "Father"

    "Huh?" Liu Jian sat in the sedan, without lowering the curtain, but looked at Liu Jie.

    Liu Jie said: "When I read the letter to encourage farmers in the past, I found it very reasonable, but when I heard Mr. Wang read it today, it was ridiculous."

    "Oh." Liu Jian responded lightly, but his heart was sour. If he hadn't been concerned about the image of a loving father and a minister, Liu Jian would have really wanted to give this incompetent son a slap in the face.

    Is the letter to encourage farmers something you can discuss?

    "Although I am exhausted after working today" Liu Jie was silent for a moment and then talked about his feelings: "Although I am exhausted, I feel very fulfilled now, as if I am no longer as useless as before.  ."

    "Studying at home is also called useless?" Liu Jian frowned and said sternly.

    Liu Jie thought for a while and said: "Reading is certainly useful, but the more you read, the more confused you become. Has your father seen that Zhu Xiucai? Zhu Xiucai repeatedly answered Mr. Wang's questions, but he always pointed to the point.  It¡¯s really admirable that he has such knowledge at such a young age, yet his son is not as good as him.¡±

    "" Liu Jian's face already looked a little unhappy: "If you think about it, he has only read one Analects of Confucius."

    "Otherwise, wouldn't Zhao Pu become a wise prime minister with half of the Analects?" Liu Jie showed a bit of shame on his face and said, "What my son means is that my son is already forty years old and has great fame."  He has not yet been able to succeed, and has not even been able to become a scholar. He is really ashamed of his ancestors, and even more ashamed of his father. The son has read many books in the study, but the more he reads, he is not even as good as a young scholar, and he feels even more ashamed.  "

    "Here, my son learned to farm. After one day, he realized that there is such a great knowledge in farming. My son admired Mr. Wang very much, and even more admired Mr. Wang's mentor. Naturally, my son was actually stupid and didn't know what they were talking about.  It's right or wrong, but since my son has accomplished nothing, he might as well learn more from them"

    Liu Jie¡¯s expression was very serious, he took it seriously.

    He felt that today was very fulfilling. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he felt better than sitting in his study all day long.

    He didn¡¯t know whether Master Wang¡¯s theory was right or not, maybe it was because of his dull qualifications.

    But what does this matter?

    After today, he has a new awareness in his heart. It is better to bend down and do something, even if it is just a small thing, than to stay in the study all day long.

    He was only selected as a scholar, but because he had a father like Liu Jian, he was under his halo all his life. This kind of pressure is not something ordinary people can imagine.

    So, he looked at his father without saying a word, with hope in his eyes.

    Liu Jian¡¯s feeling at this time was that his son was grabbing me by the skirt of my clothes, and then he opened his bow from left to right, waving his hands and fanning me wildly.

    The face hurts a lot.

    But Liu Jian¡¯s temper was used to not changing even when the mountain collapsed. He just said lightly: "Oh, since this comes from your true intention, then as a father, I can't stop you."

    "Thank you, father." Liu Jie was ecstatic.

    "But" Liu Jian was silent for a moment and said in a deep voice: "You must keep one thing in mind."

    Liu Jie was so happy that he said with a smile on his face: "I wonder what else my father has taught me"

    Seeing his son's happy expression, Liu Jian sighed inwardly, closed his eyes, and said calmly: "Don't tell others outside. He is your father. Even if people recognize him, he must deny it to death."

    Liu Jie had no objection and nodded seriously: "My son understands."

    Liu Jian then pulled down the sedan curtain.

    Sitting in the sedan chair, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Fortunately, the imperial court designated Cheng-Zhu Neo-Confucianism as a necessary annotation for the imperial examination. Otherwise, the scholars in the world would be in chaos.

    &nbspYour Majesty, Your Highness"

    Zhu Houzhao was riding on his horse. When he looked back, he saw that it was Zhan Shi Yang Tinghe and Shao Zhan Shi Wang Hua.

    These two people came hand in hand with deep worries.

    Although it is the Mid-Autumn Festival, as the chief and deputy minister of the East Palace, you cannot take a rest.

    Yesterday, they waited in Minglun Hall for a whole day, but they didn't see the prince coming to study. Today, they were careful. If the prince didn't take the initiative to come, they would block him.

    "Oh, hello, two masters." Zhu Houzhao looked at the two masters with a smile without fear.

    Yang Tinghe said seriously: "Why don't your highness come to study? Although the Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, the prince is the future prince. Only by studying can you understand the truth. If you don't learn, you will have no skills. Your highness must not be playful."

    Zhu Houzhao sat on the horse, thought for a while and said: "My knowledge is already very profound. Even Mr. Wang said that I am an extraordinary scholar. I have already understood the teachings of the saints, so what else do I need to learn?"

    Yang Tinghe was still smiling reluctantly. After all, he was facing His Highness the Crown Prince. He was the king and he was the minister.

    "Which Mr. Wang"

    Zhu Houzhao sat on a tall horse, looked down at the two masters, and blurted out without hesitation: "Mr. Wang Shouren" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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