The Six Arts of the Gentleman in the Bright Moon of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 1153 Yan Lu's Advice [Subscribe*Monthly Ticket Request]

Gongsun Linglong's chest heaved as she pointed her finger at everyone. She finally figured out why she had looked down on these guys back then and had to go to Sanghai City to choose Yan Lu.

All of these people are the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers of Bingzhou, and all of them are the best talents in the world. Even to use An Qisheng’s words, genius is just the threshold to them.

But even with such geniuses, Gongsun Linglong still looked down on them.

In the past, she suspected that she had high standards and was too familiar with this group of people, which made it difficult for her to take action, and that this group of people had also made her have a discerning eye.

just now……

Hehe!
"There are no real men among the three dukes and nine ministers of Bingzhou. That's what I said!" Gongsun Linglong cursed angrily.

Li Ren, Zhao Gao and others lowered their heads and didn't look, letting the wind blow across their faces and letting the spit dry in their faces!

What’s the big deal about getting scolded? Who among those who have reached their position has not been scolded?

Grandfathers always start with their grandchildren.

Now I am just recalling the past, remembering the good times and the bad times, what’s the big deal!
Compared to being scolded by His Majesty, being scolded by colleagues won’t hurt you at all!

Seeing a group of people not even refute, Gongsun Linglong was so angry that she was speechless.

If you want to quarrel, it must have someone to cooperate with you. This can only be regarded as cold violence in the workplace!

After returning home, Gongsun Linglong told Yan Lu what happened at work.

Yan Lu smiled without saying a word, still looking as if all was well with the times. His attitude was almost identical to that of all the civil and military officials in Bingzhou, which made Gongsun Linglong even angrier.

It’s fine if there’s cold violence in the workplace, but even your husband has this attitude when you get home?

"You... come in with me!" Gongsun Linglong turned around and walked into the bedroom, shouting very loudly.

Two hours later, Yan Lu walked out calmly.

"Go to the palace and meet my senior brother!" Yan Lu said indifferently to the elder.

"Yes!" The patriarch nodded respectfully.

School Administration Hall.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Yan Lu requests to see you!" Mo Ya reported.

"See you!" Yan Yan did not refuse.

It just so happened that he had something to do with Yan Lu, and Bingzhou also had some matters that required the cooperation of Confucianists.

Soon, Yan Lu walked into the school administration hall.

"Brother, have you eaten?" Yan Lu asked calmly.

"?" Yan Yan, Nanyue and Mo Ya were all stunned. It had been a long time since they heard such a simple greeting.

"I ate it!" Yan Yan nodded with a smile.

"What did you eat?" Yan Lu continued to ask.

"..." Yan Yan was a little confused for a moment about why Yan Lu came to see him, but he still patiently continued to answer, "New rice sent from Hetao, jerky sent from Longcheng, and some fresh fruits and vegetables grown in the back garden."

"Very good!" Yan Lu nodded with a smile, "Unlike me, who just ate my wife."

"Patta~" the carving knife fell to the ground, attracting everyone's attention.

The attendant's hands were stiff. He regretted that his hands were faster than his brain. How could he remember this?

Yan Yan and the others also reacted and looked at Yan Lu dumbly. Could this thing be said in the School Administration Hall?

"Mr. Zilu, please tell us why you came to the palace to meet the emperor!" Nong Yu changed the subject.

"According to Lu's estimation, Madam will be pregnant within a month." Yan Lu continued.

"..."

Everyone was shocked by Yan Lu's words again. Can this thing be counted? Taoists are not as wild as you.

"So, Junior Brother, you want to ask the Foreign Minister for leave to prepare for pregnancy and delivery?" Yan Yan asked hesitantly.

"No!" Yan Lu shook his head.

"What is that?" Yan Yan was confused.

"I'm about to have a son, but you don't!" Yan Lu said calmly. "Fuck... you Tom..." Yan Yan couldn't hold it in any longer.

Not only can you calculate the pregnancy, but you can also calculate whether it's a boy?

If you are so good at calculating, why are you still studying Confucianism? You can go to Taoism and set up a stall as a charlatan and make a fortune.

"So, senior brother, why aren't you working hard?" Yan Lu asked back.

"..." Yan Yan was speechless. This thing can be accomplished with hard work. He has tried every possible method over the years.

"The first sentence of Shuowen Jiezi starts with the word 'one'. Senior Brother's explanation of 'one' is that a gentleman sticks to 'one'. Senior Uncle and I agree with this."

"I originally thought that Senior Brother would also stick to one thing, be dedicated, and persevere, but now it seems that is not the case!"

Yan Lu shook his head in disappointment.

“???” Yan Yan looked at Yan Lu in confusion. What the hell do you want to say?
"For example, I, Junior Brother, returned to Bingzhou this time in order to have more children, so I will not leave Bingzhou until my son is born."

Yan Lu said calmly.

"So what?" Yan Yan's eyes were full of confusion.

"When do you plan to have a child to support you and the Bingzhou royal family?"

“A family cannot be without a master for a day, and a country cannot be without a king for a day.”

"Brother, you don't even have a son. You might as well work hard to live up to the Shuowen Jiezi you compiled and to the scholars around the world who used it as an enlightenment."

"If you can't do it yourself, how can you educate the people?"

"You don't even have a son. Are you really persistent in your efforts?"

"How dare you leave the royal city or the royal palace when you don't even have a son?"

After a series of questions, Yan Lu finally revealed his true intentions.

The main point is that I will talk a lot of nonsense to lower your guard, and then scold you so that you have no way to refute!
The ultimate goal is for you to stay in the palace and not run around.

When you give birth to a son, you can travel around again.

"..."Nongyu, Mo Ya, and the attendant all stared at Yan Lu in a daze, and then they couldn't help but give him a thumbs up in secret.

It must be said that when it comes to courage, it is the Confucians who are braver. Only the Confucians can scold an emperor to his face and make him unable to refute.

The key point is, the upper limit can be raised to all the scholars in the world, and the lower limit can be lowered to you, a waste who can't even give birth to a son.

"I..." Yan Yan opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to refute.

They were all taught by the same Confucian school, so there’s no way to break their moves!
From the moment Yan Lu started talking and chatting, he guessed that Yan Lu wanted to learn how to touch the dragon.

Unfortunately, despite all the precautions, the defense was still breached.

Confucianism is like this. Once it is targeted, it can almost be bullied.

"You don't even have a son, how dare you run around?"

Yan Lu always looked calm and peaceful, yet he said things that hurt his heart.

If Yan Lu was a court official in Bingzhou, Yan Yan could still shirk his responsibilities by citing various political affairs.

But Yan Lu spoke in the capacity of a junior fellow student and friend, and Yan Yan couldn't find any reason to refute.

After all, they are advising you as friends or brothers. You can't just ignore the good advice of your friends, right?

"I'll consider it!" Yan Yan sighed.

There is no way, I can’t break the trick, I can only accept it.

As for not listening afterwards?

Given Yan Lu's current status in Confucianism, it is likely that as soon as he leaves the palace, Confucianism will be able to build momentum for Yan Lu and spread the news throughout Bingzhou.

If Yan Yan dares not to listen to advice, the Confucian disciples will kneel at the gate of the palace and make a death-defying remonstrance.

If such a young man really died, it would not just be the Confucian scholars who would come.

(End of this chapter)