Master Kong Zhongni

Chapter 38
The messenger accepted the jade pendant and respectfully bowed to Confucius.

"Speaking of a gentleman, warm him like jade. I will remember your teachings."

After Confucius delivered the gift, Zilu stood up next.

He bowed to the messenger and said.

"Back then I was dancing a sword in the courtyard, and my master happened to see me.

So I asked Master: Did the gentlemen in ancient times use swords to defend themselves?

The Master told me that the gentleman in ancient times regarded loyalty as the goal of life and defended himself with benevolence.

Even if you don't go out of the narrow room, you can know the important events thousands of miles away.

If you meet someone who is not kind, use your faithfulness to influence him.

When encountering a rioting person, use benevolence and righteousness to appease him.

In this way, why use force with a sword? "

After Zilu finished speaking, he took off the sword at his waist and offered it with both hands.

"Since I heard these principles, whenever I want to use force, I will think carefully about what the Master said before using force.

With these words, I have perfected my own virtues and improved my self-cultivation.Therefore, I also want to pass on these truths to you now. "

The envoy of the State of Wu took the sword with both hands, bowed to Zilu again, and then sighed: "What a gentleman!"

The one who stepped forward was Yan Hui.

He tore off a piece of cloth from the white robe he was wearing, and offered it upright.

Seeing this, the envoy asked in confusion, "Why did you send me a piece of cloth?"

Yan Hui shook his head when he heard this, "This is not cloth, it is silk produced by the State of Lu."

"But isn't silk still a piece of cloth after all?"

Yan Hui just smiled and didn't reply.

Afterwards, he returned to his seat and sat down without speaking again.

The messenger looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what Yan Hui meant.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

Zigong at the side pondered for a moment, and soon smiled. He also cut off a section from the red belt, and respectfully delivered it to the envoy's hands.

The envoy, Monk Zhang Er, was puzzled and asked again, "Why did you give me a piece of cloth?"

Zi Gong also shook his head, and he replied with a smile, "This is not cloth, this is soap produced in the state of Lu."

The envoy was even more puzzled: "What's the difference between silk and soap? After all, aren't they all silk cloth produced in Lu State?"

Zigong smiled and replied: "Of course there is a difference. The silk cloth produced in Lu State is called silk if it is rinsed with clean water, and it is called soap if it is dyed with color.

Although both are made of silk cloth, but because of the different production environments, one is pure and flawless, while the other is stained with the color of the world.Silk cloth is like this, so why not people? "

Hearing this, the messenger suddenly realized.

With a smile on his face, he thanked Zi Gong and Yan Hui respectively: "I see. I have remembered your teachings."

After Zi Gong and Yan Hui, the disciples of Confucianism returned gifts to the envoys respectively.

Some are borrowing things as metaphors, and some are chanting poems and praising virtues.

The envoy also patiently listened to each disciple's words, and thanked them for their gifts one by one.

Zaiyu watched the envoy repeatedly bow down to thank him, and the sweat on his brow, wondering whether the envoy would have a herniated lumbar disc on the way home.

Dear mother, if something happens to him, it might cause international disputes!
However, the strength of the messenger's waist is obviously much better than Jai Yu imagined. Although the final stage was a little difficult, he still survived.

Finally, all the students except Jae Yu had finished presenting their gifts, and it was his turn to make his final appearance.

The messenger let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at Jai Yu with a smile on his face.

He took a liking to the young man who had impressed him so much.

Zaiyu came to him, and before he could speak, he heard the messenger ask him something.

"I heard Yangzi mention before that your character is Ziwo, can I call you that too?"

Jae Yu smiled: "Of course. Then what should I call you?"

"Me?" The envoy laughed loudly: "My name is Wu Feng, and my name is Bo Chan. Since I call you my son, you can also call me Bo Chan."

"Wu? Then what is your relationship with the Prime Minister of your country?"

The messenger said: "He is my father."

Zai Yu stared, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

Good guy!
It turned out to be Wu Zixu's son.

Winner of the gold medal in Wu Guo's annual composition competition for primary school students, and the winning work "My Xiangguo Father"?
If I make friends with him, do I count as climbing high?

Jae Yu calculated it in his mind and thought it shouldn't be counted.

Although his father Wu Zixu was a fierce man, he didn't even enter the Wu Temple.

My teacher, Confucius, is the teacher of all ages, and there is a separate Confucian temple dedicated to it.

As for Zaizi himself, although he can't be regarded as a person with a lot of bullshit, at least he can have a tablet next to the teacher, and eat some incense to sacrifice.

Jae Yu counted up and down, and finally came to a conclusion.

The two made friends, not because he was Zaiyu Gao Pan, but because Wu Feng overstepped.

Bold!

Of course, this is a joke after all.Zaiyu would definitely not say these words, and he still did not lose the courtesy he should have.

He took out three pieces of paper from his sleeve, each of which was covered with ink that hadn't dried up. This was a work he took time out to create just now while other students were presenting gifts.

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When Wu Feng saw the paper, he asked suspiciously, "What is this?"

Zaiyu said modestly: "It's some gadgets I've made recently, which can be used for writing. It's better than bamboo, but it's not as good as silk cloth for the time being."

Wu Feng nodded. After all, he is not a person who has been engaged in clerical work for a long time, so he has not discovered how much impact the appearance of paper will have.

He is more interested in the words recorded on paper.

Wu Feng picked up the paper and read it out.

"Empress Jiashu, the tangerine is delicious.

If you are ordered not to move, you will be born in the southern country.

It's hard to move if it's deep, and it's more ambitious.

The green leaves are flourishing, which is very gratifying.

……

Be like Boyi, think like him. "

(Orange, you are a beautiful tree in the world, you are born to adapt to the water and soil here.

After accepting the mission of not migrating again, he will be born in the southern country forever.

It is deeply ingrained and difficult to transfer, it is because of your single-minded will.

The leaves are green and the flowers are simple and clean, and the mood is so colorful and gratifying.

……

The moral character of the orange tree can be compared with Boyi. I want to plant the orange tree in the garden as an example. )
This "Ode to an Orange" is Qu Yuan using the orange tree to sharpen himself, reminding himself that he should learn from the orange tree and be an unshakable gentleman.

However, Qu Yuan was not born until 200 years later, so this "Ode to Orange" naturally became Jae Yu's work.

After the envoy finished reading "Ode to Orange", a look of surprise appeared on his face.

"What is this poem?"

Zaiyu bowed and saluted and said: "I have always admired the noble virtues of Jizi in Yanling, your country, and I feel that Jizi's virtues happen to be similar to those of the orange trees in the south.

So I wrote "Ode to Orange", expressing my admiration to Jizi, and aiming at Jizi and the orange tree to encourage myself all the time. "

　On 04.24, go to the new book list with readers, the place with the warmest starting point is at the top of the new book list.

　　On 04.26, I went to the reward list with readers, and someone tipped the Golden League there.

　　On 04.25, I went to the bestseller list with my readers. The great author is scary, but there are readers, so it’s not scary.

　　Readers are the best.

　　——Excerpt from "Zaiyu's Diary"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)