Humane Yongchang

The 20th year of Renwu, the summer solstice.

"Squeak, squeak..."

In a workshop full of all kinds of woodworking parts, shavings and sawdust all over the floor, Chen Sheng, dressed in sackcloth, was stepping on a piece of wood with one foot and skillfully pulling the saw with one hand.

Five years have passed, and he has aged a lot. There are a few more wrinkles between his brows and eyes, and his shriveled face looks a bit like a monkey cheek. Serene and funny when he smiles...

But Meng Yi, who was waiting by the side with a teapot, was still as tall and burly as before.

"Dengdengdeng..."

A steady sound of familiar footsteps sounded in the corridor outside the door.

Chen Sheng let go of the saw embedded in the wood, rubbed his back with one hand, and waved to Meng Yi with the other, and Meng Yi quickly moved forward with the teapot.

He took the teapot, took a sip from his mouth, and let out a breath of foul air comfortably.

At the right time, a well-proportioned figure in black civilian uniform appeared at the door of the workshop, saluted Chen Sheng and said, "My lord."

Chen Sheng saw that his eldest son, Chen Qina, was already taller than him, and couldn't help but smile a little on his face, beckoning, "Come in and talk."

"only."

Chen Qi got up and strode into the shavings and sawdust all over the place.

"Just in time!"

Chen Sheng pulled up his sleeves, came to the complete furniture storage room, pointed to a beautifully carved Babu bed, and said proudly: "Look at the wedding furniture that Dad bought for you. Are you satisfied? !"

He knocked on the bed board and caressed the carved orchids and auspicious beasts on it, boasting triumphantly: "Look at this iron pear wood, I scrapped my three planing knives and four carving knives, and I worked hard for four months before I finished it." , look at this material, look at this workmanship, what does it mean to turn decay into magic... Let me tell you, this bed is going to be bought in the market. If you don't have two or three hundred taels of silver in your pocket, don't even ask! "

Chen Qi looked at this exquisite big bed, which embodies the old father's four months of painstaking efforts, and felt helpless and moved... In order to send the memorial to your desk, all the officials in the court and Chinese military have racked their brains all day long to wrestle with you. Dou Yong, it's good for you, I'd rather the cat work as a carpenter in the palace than accept those memorials.

This is definitely the most expensive Qiangongbabu bed in the world, bar none!

"Father!"

Chen Qi said with great difficulty: "The salary of my sixth-rank official, foreigner, can't afford such an expensive bed. If I have to move it home, it will frighten the bride... and according to the custom, the new bed should be made by If the natal family is a dowry, if the son wants to take this bed back, it will be difficult for Mr. Yue Weng."

Chen Sheng stared at the words, and said angrily: "I, I, bought this for you. What does it have to do with whether you can afford it or not? Besides, can your father-in-law buy you a new bed, Lao Tzu?" Is it not possible? The new bed he bought can be used by your old man himself? Let me tell you about this bed, if you take care of it, it will be fine for several generations..."

Chen Qi looked at the chattering old father calmly, and after he finished speaking, he said two words: "No!"

Chen Sheng was furious, turned his head and pointed at the big bed and said to Meng Yi: "Send this bed to the Zhenfu Department and tell Chen Feng, no matter what method you use, give me this bed at the price of five taels of silver." , sold to this Nizi father-in-law, the money was shared by Jin Yiwei, who moved the bed and sold the bed, to buy tea and drink, and the right was used as a moving fee... I still don’t believe it, there are really ignorant people!”

Meng Yi responded with a pleasant smile, promising to explain clearly to Chen Feng and never reveal his secrets.

Chen Qi looked at his old father who was clearly going to be a rascal in speechless, a mouthful of old trough was stuck in his throat and he couldn't swallow or spit it out. You might as well ask more about the government, it’s better than thinking about these trivial matters every day!"

This sentence has been buried in his heart for a long time, and finally he found the opportunity to say it.

After Chen Sheng heard this, he just gave a "tss" and said with a sneer, "Have you seen clearly what is called the government?"

Chen Qi opened his mouth and instinctively wanted to answer, but before the words came out, he swallowed those words back... It took him five full years to finally walk into the Ministry of Rites from the street, and became a sixth-rank officer, foreigner, Although he is still not qualified to enter Yanqing Palace, only he knows how much hard work and painstaking efforts he has put in from an unqualified pavilion servant to this step!
In these extremely long five years, he has learned many, many things, such as don't rush to interrupt when you don't understand, and don't rush to draw conclusions if you don't understand.

For example, now, although he thinks he understands government affairs, since his old father says he doesn't understand, then he doesn't understand.

"Okay, what's the matter with me, tell me!"

Chen Sheng shook his head and walked back to the saw, stepped on the wood and continued to pull the saw: "If you are fine, how can you remember that there is still my old and immortal father..."

At the beginning, he drove the two young ones to the street to work as booth servants, and he and his brother got angry with him and settled down next to his grandfather in Chang'an District. No one would go back to the palace to see him if there was nothing wrong.

In the past two years, the two brothers have gradually realized his painstaking efforts. They knew that they would come back to the palace to see him, but most of them would come back at night to have a meal with him, and they would leave the palace overnight after eating, neither of them would stay any longer.

Going back to the palace in broad daylight must be something...

Chen Qi couldn't help but secretly rolled his eyes at the old father who was full of weird words, and then said seriously: "Your father knows about the envoys from the Maurya Dynasty of the Western Pole to pay tribute to Beijing, right?"

"Ok?"

Chen Sheng glanced at him blankly, then looked at Meng Yi who was beside him, Meng Yi nodded again and again: "Oh, there is such a thing... What's wrong?"

When Chen Qi saw this, he didn't know that the old father didn't know about it at all?

He couldn't tell whether he was helpless or unable to complain, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "My son was ordered to accompany the envoys to visit the capital today. I accidentally heard someone mention that when my father was on an expedition to the peacocks, he sent troops to slaughter the peacocks. Dozens of cities, killing 300 million peacock people...isn't it?"

"300?"

Chen Sheng kept pulling the saw, and replied casually: "Are there so many? I don't remember, and I didn't count them back then, but since they said I slaughtered 300 million, let's say 300 million!"

Chen Qi's eyes widened suddenly, his body trembled, goosebumps appeared on his face visible to the naked eye, and even his hair was about to stand on end: "Father, my lord father, as, as the king of a country, How could they be so vicious and inhumane, isn't that three hundred, it's three million!"

He spoke incoherently and stuttering loudly.

Chen Sheng's flirty words had a greater impact on his three views than when Chen Sheng threw the two brothers on the street to serve as kiosk servants!

Chen Sheng let go of the saw in his hand, straightened his body and looked him up and down, not only did his eyes not blame or anger, but there was a look of relief on the contrary.

"Not bad!"

Chen Sheng nodded with a smile and said: "These years of serving in the pavilion have not been in vain, I understand the value of life, and I know how to be in awe!"

He was really happy for his eldest son to have such a reaction.

Because Chen Qi felt angry and horrified, it was because he realized that those were 300 million real people, not just an insignificant number.

but……

"Who has this kid been hanging out with recently?"

Chen Sheng looked at Meng Yi.

Meng Yi replied without hesitation: "Your Majesty, the Eldest Young Master has recently gotten closer to the Confucian officials of Chun Yuyue's family."

"Tsk!"

Chen Sheng shook his head, picked up the saw and continued to pull: "Send a message to Fan Zeng, Xiao He, and Chen Ping, and say that I like the Confucian officials in the Ministry of Rites very much and think they are very insightful about current affairs. Some chances to make meritorious deeds... Well, let them go to Annan to preside over the colony's education work, professional counterparts!"

As soon as the words fell, a section of wood was sawed off, and it fell to the ground with a "bang".

Meng Yi bowed without looking sideways: "Wei!"

Chen Qi was shocked to see the old father's retaliation and operation in front of him, and he was completely outraged: "You, you, how can you be so self-willed and insensitive?"

"I am unkind?"

Chen Sheng stared at his eldest son from the corner of his eye with contempt: "Do you know what is 'benevolence'? It is benevolence to be friendly, forgiving, and lenient at home, but it is also benevolent to the outside world. Dividing two people into two is also benevolence. Even Confucianism preaches my principles. Doctrine, regard me as the third patriarch, you say I am not benevolent?"

"Heretics, fallacies, heresies! Master said, 'Don't do to others what you don't want to do to yourself' is benevolence. My father is a majestic king of a country, but he disregarded his status and tampered with the essence of Confucianism. Don't you know what shame is?"

Chen Qi was so excited that he blushed and said loudly: "As everyone knows, the common people have discerning eyes, and the pen and knife of history will never let go of any innocent tyrant..."

He yelled very loudly, but not to mention Chen Sheng, even Meng Yi, who was on the side, looked at him and wanted to laugh.

In front of old fritters like them who came from the bloody sea of ​​corpses in troubled times, Chen Qi's immature point of view is like the trembling "barking" sound of a little milk dog, not only will not make people think it is fierce, but It will inexplicably hit the cute spot.

However, the son's thinking has deviated, and he must teach it anyway...

"You insist on getting excited, don't you?"

Chen Sheng rolled up his sleeves with a straight face, and Chen Qi, who was yelling and barking a second ago, shut his mouth subconsciously and took a step back.

But Chen Sheng didn't convey his father's love manually. After all, his son is grown up, and if he fights again, it will hurt his self-esteem...

I saw him throwing both hands out at the same time, but his fists directly sank into the void, and then he yanked it out violently, a burst of angry yelling that made the beams of the room tremble, and immediately rang out in the workshop: "Shame on me!" Sven, it's insulting to be gentle, don't you think that you are the emperor, the old man is afraid of you..."

He pulled out from the void with one hand a burly old man with a height of nine feet and a body as strong as an ox, whose gnarled muscles could not be covered by a robe with wide sleeves.

With one hand, he pulled out from the void an upright middle-aged scribe wearing a black Confucian robe, with a few black short beards on his chin, and a stern face.

The burly old man shouted angrily.

But the middle-aged scribe saluted meticulously: "Caomin greets His Majesty the Emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live."

Ignoring the burly old man's chatter, Chen Sheng helped up the middle-aged scribe, and explained to the stunned eldest son: "This is the Confucian 'sage of heaven' Kong Zhongni Kong, and this is the most sage of Confucianism, Mencius. Mencius, Confucius said to achieve benevolence, and Mencius said to obtain righteousness. On the way of benevolence and righteousness, there should be no one in the world who has more say than these two. If you have any doubts about benevolence and righteousness or my knowledge, you can ask these two Ask for proof!"

After finishing speaking, he turned his head to look at the strange-looking old Confucius, pointed at the eldest son who was still dumbstruck in front of him, and smiled, "I'm sorry to bother you, but the dog is very interested in Confucianism. Worried that he will be misled by those rotten scholars who are not good at learning, so please come here in person and explain one or two to Quanzi... On behalf of Quanzi, thank you in advance!"

In the past, as the two great ballast stones of humanity in this world, Chen Sheng and Confucius were indeed rare, so as to avoid conflicts of luck and cause unnecessary losses for no reason.

But after Chen Sheng became the emperor in the world, and his control over the fate of humanity climbed several floors... this hidden danger no longer exists!

"So that's the case, some trivial things don't need to be so polite!"

Old Master Confucius responded with the airs of a senior expert, and then a kind smile gradually appeared on his old face, and he strode towards Chen Qi with open ape arms: "I have heard about the virtuous name of the eldest son for a long time, and I can see you today. It is really true." A tiger father has no dogs... For the explanation of 'benevolence and righteousness', don't listen to your father's reckless man, listen to the old man, the old man is the serious benevolence and righteousness..."

He put his big hands on Chen Qi's shoulders, and pulled him out of the door. While walking, he muttered to Chen Qi about Chen Sheng's arrogance. He was as friendly as those Chen family uncles in Chang'an District. There is also a trace of the demeanor of the seniors.

Seeing this, Mencius quickly bid farewell to Chen Sheng and followed in the footsteps of Confucius.

Chen Sheng, they neither dare to educate nor will they be able to!
But if they can educate Chen Sheng's descendants... whoever dares to rob them, they dare to let them taste the language!
Chen Qi is like a weak, pitiful and helpless chick, caught between the two, with benevolence on the left and righteousness on the right, his head is full of paste...

To be reasonable, although the two brothers have always known that the little old man who likes to squat in the carpentry room to make furniture is very powerful.

But they have always thought that no matter how powerful their little old man is, he is still within the limit of human power, such as commanding thousands of troops to be invincible and victorious in every battle.

As for the supernatural rumors about Chen Sheng among the people... Most of them didn't believe it, and they subconsciously felt that it was the common people's reverence and praise for the emperor!

After all, they have been with their old father for a long time, and saw his old father rubbing his old waist and screaming for pain more than once after he finished carpentry. How could they compare this little old man with the invincible god of war in the world that is popular among the people? connect together?
But now I watched helplessly as my old father "invited" to the duo of Renyi...

In the future, even if someone told him that his old father knew the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, Chen Qi would believe it!

Chen Sheng watched the three of them go out, shook his head with a smile, and picked up the planer to process the wood that had just been unloaded.

Meng Yi stepped forward and asked in a low voice, puzzled: "Your Majesty, why didn't you tell the eldest son what the Western Sect did back then?"

In that case, he shouldn't have asked.

But if he doesn't even ask, no one will ask anymore...

Chen Sheng pushed the planer, and without turning his head, he replied indifferently: "His mother's hatred, I remember enough... What's the matter with the Peacock Mission?"

Meng Yi thought for a while and replied: "The peacock envoys have been clamoring for an audience with you and handed over the credentials in person, but Chen Shangshu ignored them and left it in Honglu Temple for almost half a month..."

Chen Sheng frowned and pondered for a moment, then said softly: "Go and make arrangements, I will see the peacock envoy tomorrow."

Meng Yi raised his hand: "Wei!"