The night is getting deeper and deeper. Fang Xing's spirit is getting better and better, but he feels a little chest tightness.

This is a reaction to sleeping too much.

"You can't reach it. Chang Yu is choking."

"Yes."

"Any innovation must be timid and walk on thin ice. Your majesty is in the capital. Jin Youzi was driven out of the capital, and I also went out of the capital. Naturally, someone will guess this series of actions. It's very interesting."

Fang Xing jokingly smiled and said, "they are all staring at the national capital, which can determine the direction of Daming in the next hundred years, so it has become a piece of fat in their eyes."

Li Er Mao felt that Fang Xing was comforting himself, but he knew that there were great dangers in these political actions.

"Teacher, they want to restore the status quo ante. It would be better if they could go further, such as regaining the privilege of tax exemption."

"That's impossible!"

Fang Xing said confidently, "the emperor knows the benefits of abolishing the gentry privilege best. Whoever is the emperor will keep the bottom line, and one of them is not to restore the gentry privilege, otherwise he will be ready to rule."

They walked out of the bedroom.

The night in Qingzhou is very quiet. Occasionally, there are a few insect sounds, which makes people know that they are still in the world.

It was a little dark, and the light of the stars seemed to be filtered more than half, listless.

The breeze was blowing and slightly cool.

Li Er Mao followed Fang Xing's back and thought about his thoughts. The occasional clenched fists proved that his heart was not calm.

Fang Xing stretched out his hand to raise the branch in front, then walked slowly and looked at the branch carefully.

The young leaves appeared on the branches overnight.

Fang Xing gently touched the tender leaf and said, "this is probably a contest for the ding ding ding. If you can suppress Confucianism, the opportunity of science will come. One ebb and flow, okay?"

Li Ermao said: "the disciple just felt that his life was untimely. If it had been ten years earlier, the disciple could have participated in this blood boiling contest, and now..."

Fang Xing just smiled. Li Er Mao continued, "the world is seeking profits. If Confucianism is suppressed and science is valued, many people will turn to Confucianism, but these people are not firm in their position and will turn to Confucianism at any time."

"This is your irritability."

Fang woke up and walked slowly in front, and his voice was not slow.

"Don't be either or, and don't be obsessed with moral cleanliness. That's not the attitude of doing things."

Li Er Mao felt a chill in his heart and knew it was beating.

"Teacher, as you said before, there are no pure people, some are just the size of temptation. Some feel that it is for the sake of the people, some feel that it is for the sake of his majesty, some feel that it is for the sake of Daming, and some feel that it is for their own self-interest, but all this depends on the means of the superior. If the means are superior, no matter how selfish they are, they will follow and become a brick beneficial to Daming."

Fang Xing said, "look at the past dynasties. When the country was founded, most of them did something. Those kings and officials also knew that they were conscientious. This is the general trend. After decades and hundreds of years, they naturally entered a period of burnout, and then they were gentle, peaceful and martial, and corrupt..."

Fang Xing turned back and said, "Er Mao, science is not to compete with Confucianism for the right to speak. You should always remember that what we want to compete for is national luck! We should have national luck in my ambition, otherwise in 20 years, science will be no different from Confucianism."

Li Er Mao's heart stirred, "teacher, is it your responsibility to take the world?"

"No."

Fang Xing said, "that's a slogan. Shouting too much will do more harm. What we want is that fate is related. Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"

Li Er Mao stood still.

Fang woke up and saw him thinking, so he went back to his bedroom.

Li Er Mao has been thinking of this sentence: "everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world!"

The night dew was deep. He suddenly woke up, then came back to his place and began to write articles.

——A strong country makes me strong, a weak country makes me hurt!

Li Ermao looked up. He remembered Fang's teaching before he woke up.

——The people do not care much about the so-called country and nation, which is also the problem of weak cohesion.

Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world.

The world, the individual.

When the world is disturbed, how can individuals be stable?

When the world is strong, why do individuals feel uneasy?

He remembered the purpose of reducing grain tax by 10% this year, then bowed his head and began to write hard.

……

The late night in the Forbidden City was quiet, only the footsteps of the night watchman passing by.

Be careful, the fire and candle have been shouted. Most people in the Imperial City have gone to sleep, but Zhu Zhanji is still reading.

Sun Shi leaned against the bed and was sewing.

From time to time, she looked up at the emperor and sipped at the corners of her mouth.

The smile was gentle.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly put down his book and got up and said, "go to bed first."

The sun family was stunned and said, "Your Majesty, it's late at night. Don't you sleep?"

Zhu Zhanji looked back at her and said with a smile, "yue'er and brother Yu are very good."

Sun's eyes were dim and said with a smile, "brother Yu cried today. Finally, yue'er coaxed him."

Zhu Zhanji's mouth tilted slightly and said, "it's common for children to play and play. Don't worry too much."

Sun answered, but Zhu Zhanji wanted to go back to Qianqing palace to have a rest.

This unusual behavior puzzled sun, but she gently got up and sent the emperor outside the door.

"Go back."

Zhu Zhanji stood outside, smiled at her and looked very nostalgic.

Sun nodded and said softly, "my concubine is watching your majesty go back."

Zhu Zhanji lowered his eyes slightly, and then looked at sun again.

Sun went out of the gate, and two lanterns hung outside the gate, shining on sun from the oblique rear.

She was wearing an ordinary mink cloak, light and smiling.

Like countless temporary farewell.

Zhu Zhanji was in a trance for a moment. Under the light, he seemed to have returned to the East Palace many years ago.

At that time, he was green, but sun was a little shy.

He nodded slightly and turned away.

At this moment, he thought of his first meeting with sun.

The girl under the tree bowed her head slightly. Her reddish face was nervous, but she still had some expectations.

"Your Majesty..."

Behind him came a low cry. Zhu Zhanji did not look back, but waved his hand behind him.

The dim light from the lantern faded away. Sun stood outside the door and clenched his hands.

The attachment in her eyes has gradually dissipated, with more pain.

Wang Zhen was on the side. He restrained his desire to yawn and advised: "go and have a rest, madam. Tomorrow..."

Sun said faintly, "nothing will happen tomorrow, nothing will happen in the future, nothing will happen to me, nothing will happen to you."

There was some rejection and indifference in this remark.

Sun turned and entered. Wang Zhen stood in place and murmured, "is it going to be decided?"

Unless someone came to report an emergency, the emperor would not leave sun's House late at night.

No one came to report just now, so the emperor came here tonight

Wang Zhen's eyes were slightly dim. Like everyone here, he was looking forward to the emperor's sudden change of decision, even if he just shelved the prince's proposal, so he felt that the two princes still had a chance to fight.

What's the key?

Wang Zhen looked at some light in the distance and said dejectedly, "if the name is not right, it is not right!"

Hu Shanxiang was not liked by the emperor, but the empress's position was still unshakable. Even if the emperor came here to rest every night, even if the emperor loved sun's family more than anyone else.

But what's the use of all this in front of the Queen's advantage?

At this moment, Wang Zhen thought of Mrs. Qi in the former Han Dynasty.

Man *!