💥Fun! In the court of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Yijun's unique growth path 🌈🌈 🍀 His grandfather practiced Taoism, and his father was a lustful man. As a young man, he watched with cold eyes, and a palace drama was about to begin☘ The author is so good at portraying characters! It's very eye-catching to see how Zhu Yijun rose up in the complicated palace🌵
At the end of the Tang Dynasty, there was a golden war and an iron horse, and the beauty was pear blossoms in the spring water. But with three thousand soldiers in front of the horse, he dared to seize four hundred states in the world. Systemless, intelligent
It's good to watch, so you have to be patient and read it carefully. The protagonist is a growth-oriented character. He slowly changes from a villager to an emperor, and his personality slowly changes.
Logical, rigorous research, not brainless, with a sense of historical reality. Su Dun looked around the crowd, his eyes blazing: "Confucius made it clear - if you can 'give to the people and help everyone', you are a saint!" "A saint is a saint not only because of his high virtue, but also because he has the ability, ability and ability to help everyone!" He looked directly at the student and spoke in a bell-like voice: "You quoted this sentence yourself, so let me ask you -" "If you only sit in your study and talk about morality, without any understanding of physics or increasing your abilities -" "How do you 'give to the people'? How do you 'help the people'?" He raised his hand and pointed to the distant fields that were faintly visible outside the city: "The world is starving, and you want to help people, but you don't know how to farm. You don't know how to get more food in the fields - can you help?" He then pointed to the faint lights of the medicine shop in the city: "Everyone in the world is sick. You want to help people, but you don't know the nature of the medicine. You don't know which medicine can cure what disease - can you help?" Pointing to the eaves of the Yamen in the distance: "Government affairs are corrupt. You want to help people, but you don't know how to do it. You don't know how to allocate money and food, or how to manage rivers - can you help?" After three questions, the whole place was filled with dead silence. The student stood there, his face turning from red to white, then from white to red, and finally turned into ashes. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. The question he was proud of was shattered into pieces by the words of the saint he himself quoted. Those who were originally dissatisfied looked at each other in confusion, but no one could say a word to refute. Su Dun looked at him quietly, with warmth in his eyes, but not the pride of a winner, only a kind of quiet tolerance. After a long time, he spoke slowly, his voice low, but his words were clear: "The way of a saint is like the sun and the moon. The sun and the moon hang in the sky, illuminating all things. Have you ever asked whether it is a scholar or a farmer who shines? Have you ever said that only a certain kind of people deserve to be illuminated?" He paused, and his eyes swept across the audience, sweeping over the students with complicated faces and the Confucian scholars who bowed their heads in thought: "Master teaches, teaching without distinction. He travels around the country and has three thousand disciples, including Zigong who is rich as a country, and Yan Hui who lives in a shabby alley; Meng Yizi, who is from a noble family, and Zizhang, who is from me. Did he ever say - I can only tell you this truth, and you will be superior to others after hearing it?" His voice gradually rose: "If someone reads a sage's book, but reads the book as a shackle, reads the Tao as a threshold, and reads himself as a loner - "Then what he reads is not a sage's book, but a demonic obstacle! "If someone reads the book of sages and doesn't think about how to practice loyalty and forgiveness, how to help everyone and benefit the people, but only wants to use this book to lift himself up and push others down -" "If someone doesn't think about how to let more people walk in this door, but only thinks about how to close the door tightly and build a high wall -" "Then all the books he has read have been read into the dog's belly!" "The last sentence was like a sharp sword piercing people's hearts. The student in green shirt looked pale and white, his lips were trembling, but he couldn't say a word. Those people behind him who were originally dissatisfied also lowered their heads at this moment, not daring to look at Su Dun. The night wind blew through the tower, the lanterns swayed, and the light and shadow flowed on everyone's face. Some people looked at their hands, not knowing what they were thinking. Some people's lips moved slightly, as if they had realized something. Some people's eyes were hot, as if something hit their hearts. Su Dun looked at everyone quietly, and when their expressions calmed down, he slowly spoke, his voice was quiet but powerful: "The learning of the saints is meant to be applied in the world! "Where to use it?" Use it to regulate the family, use it to govern the country, and use it to bring peace to the world! ""The study of things to achieve knowledge is the first of the eight eyes, precisely because-" "This study of things to grasp the principles of all things is the foundation that can be applied in practice! "Everyone nodded, and there was no objection. Su Dun saw everyone's expressions and knew that the heat had come. He paused, and his tone suddenly changed: "However -" Everyone held their breath, waiting for his next words. Tonight, they were overwhelmed by waves of theoretical impact. At this moment, Su Dun said "however", everyone's hearts were raised - What else was he going to say? Su Dun didn't speak immediately. The night wind blew up his robes, and his red sleeves fluttered in the moonlight. There were waves in his heart that only he knew. Over the years, he had read many books. The original Confucian classics were very simple, teaching people to be good, to teach people how to get along with the world. The problem was never in the classics themselves, but in the interpretation of later generations. Confucian scholars in the Han and Tang dynasties only focused on exegesis, and turned the teachings of living saints into dead textual research. Therefore, the rise of Buddha and the decline of Confucianism. In this dynasty, knowledgeable people finally couldn't sit still. Zhou Dunyi, Zhang Zai, Cheng Hao, Cheng Yi, Wang Anshi, and of course my father and uncle... Everyone was reinterpreting the classics in their own way and wanted to find a new path for Confucianism. He raised his head and looked at the expectant faces. This was the worst era for Confucianism - the Buddha and the old were prosperous, the Confucian school was in decline, and the way of the saints was obscure. But it was also the best era for Confucianism - the old annotations were broken, the new meanings were not established, and everyone could claim to be the successor of Confucius and Mencius, and everyone could comment on the Six Classics. In the end of the dispute, Cheng and Zhu Neo-Confucianism won. Empty talk, rigid dogma, and stagnant thoughts. But now, he is here! A surge of pride arose in Su Dun's heart. The predecessors made the path narrow, and I want to break it back! I want to join this debate, and I want to be the only spokesperson for New Confucianism! I am a great scholar! This will change the future of this land!
The first non-systematic book + rebellion literature + political strategy + father and son falling in love and killing each other] Liu Ju, the eldest son of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, was born. My biological father is Liu Che, the most powerful carbon-based creature on earth in the second century BC! The configuration of my mother's family is even more outrageous! Mother Wei Zifu, uncle Wei Qing, cousin Huo Qubing, cousin Huo Guang. ... Tell me how to lose with this lineup? The second book of Goulan Listening to Music + Plot + Dynasty Struggle + Succubus + Fusion of Heavens
Detailed description of the imperial examination; the tragic Battle of Saarhu! Magnificent war scenes reappeared; horns and drums shook the sky, and arrows roared; the sand penetrated the face, cracking the skin and breaking the bones; corpses were found on the shore of Palembang, and the caves of the Great Wall were filled with blood! Graceful, lingering love is like a timeless song! Poetic emotions are like the warm hands of a lover, caressing the rainy eyes; the quiet parting is like the soft wind of tobacco; there are thousands of kinds of love for each other. The narration seems light, but it is passionate and passionate!
Let us wait and see what kind of sparks the immortal Zhuge Liang and Liu Chan with a modern soul can create, whether the Northern Expedition can succeed, and whether the Han Dynasty can prosper!
There is no system in the Song Dynasty, and it perfectly suits your aesthetics and temperament. There is a plot of fighting against Japanese pirates [smirk][snicker][snicker]
The emphasis on logic is taken to the extreme, and it is like directly entering the world of the ancients, and everything conforms to the background environment. The author likes to quote, and also indicates the sources of historical materials or the titles of scholars' books, and his writing style is also very interesting.
The extraordinary mythical Three Kingdoms, Lu Bu is the best in the world. Lu Bu said, all the princes are good brothers. There is no point in fighting brothers. Why don't we unite and fight together? The world is so big, don't you want to go and see it?
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Just when his consciousness was about to sink completely into the boundless abyss of darkness, Xiao Sizi's cold little hands trembled and he touched the hard coarse cloth bag in his pocket, which was still stained with the unique muddy smell of Taibai Mountain Tower Beach. This unconscious action is driven by implicit memory - the instinct to seek the only solace in times of danger. That was the "lifeblood" that her only brother secretly gave her three years ago when he was arrested by vicious officials and taken away to build the imperial mausoleum. Brother was panting heavily and his eyes were frighteningly bright, and he said: "Si Zi... Put it away! This is the precious lump that I risked my life to touch in the dangerous place of 'Dragon Breath' in Laolingtatou Beach! Keep it... Keep it to save my life!" This memory formed a strong emotional attachment and became the psychological support for her to survive. "Brother..." Sizi used his last bit of strength, like a little squirrel chewing nuts, to tear open the oil-stained twist (Northeastern dialect: dirty) cloth bag. Inside, there was a tree with curly hair and beard coiled like a horned dragon.