Yan Kong's words were shocking, but Chen Ke had no reaction.

For ancient people, it was normal for them to speak more freely.

Yuan Zhen, a great poet of the Tang Dynasty, even wrote a poem about Bai Juyi, a poet who was also famous at the time, "I am now in a state of confusion due to illness, and I only dream of idle people, not of you."

Even in Da Qin, it is normal.

Li Si also often said surprising things, such as what pleases my heart, what makes my heart happy because of you, etc.

He understood that what Yan Kong was expressing should be another kind of admiration.

As expected.

Yan Kong then said: "Chen Shaofu's various fantastic ideas are really fascinating."

There was a little emotion in his voice: "The thoughts of the young master are also fascinating."

"Like a vast ocean, rising and raging in all directions, it surges in my heart."

Yan Kong looked at Chen Shaofu: "The Shaofu is neither Confucianism, Mohism, illegality, nor Taoism, but it is different from Lu Buwei's miscellaneous family."

"Lü Buwei's Za family is worthy of its name, "Za", a Za of many."

"But the Shaofu is complex yet refined, and various ideas stick together in a strange way."

Yan Kong talked a lot, with admiration and admiration in his eyes.

The fishing rod in Chen Ke's hand moved slightly, as if a fish had bitten the hook, and he lifted it up.

A fish hung on his fishing rod, jumping alive.

"If it weren't for the different ways, the Shaofu and I would have been Boya's disciples, and you and I would have met bosom friends in the mountains and rivers."

Yan Kong sighed softly.

He looked at Chen Ke and said: "It's just a pity, why is the young master different from me?"

Yan Kong's voice was full of regret and pain, as if this incident was a devastating blow to him.

Chen Ke just smiled and shook his head.

He picked the fish off the fishing rod and put it into the wooden barrel nearby.

"You and I have different ways, why are we different?"

Chen Ke looked at Yan Kong: "I work for the Qin Dynasty and for the peace and happiness of all the people in the world."

"And where is Jun?"

Chen Ke pointed at Yan Kong, and he put his finger on his heart.

"You are a Confucian and you are a Confucian."

"So you and I are different."

Chen Ke calmly threw the fishing rod into the lake, and the lake water rippled slightly.

"If you are willing to abandon the dark side and turn to the bright side, work hard for the Qin Dynasty and the people's well-being, instead of working hard to restore Confucianism."

"Even if you are willing to put Confucianism and Qin in the same position."

"You and I can't tell the difference."

Yan Kong was silent, and after a moment he said: "I can't do it."

"Since I was born in Confucianism, I naturally want to work hard for the restoration of Confucianism."

"I'm even more confused, why does Mr. Chen come from the Mohist family but doesn't work hard for the Mohist family?"

Chen Ke looked calm and put down the things in his hands.

"Because I care about the world, and the Mohists also care about the world."

"In the Confucian classics, great justice and the world are also put first, but you failed to do it."

Chen Ke smiled slightly: "Perhaps this is because we have different ways and don't want to collude with each other, right?"

Yan Kong was speechless, sitting there, looking at the gurgling water in the distance.

........

Xianyang city, bustling city

A man's clothes were in tatters, his hands were tied, and he was heading towards the center of the busy city.

There were many soldiers following him, as if they were on guard against something.

It was Chunyu Yue.

At this time, Confucianism had not yet become the Confucianism of later generations, and many Confucian disciples were skilled in martial arts.

This is to prevent someone from coming to rescue Chunyu Yue.

Chunyu Yue's expression remained unchanged and he walked down the long street step by step with a relaxed expression.

Every inch of ground he walks on is what he has experienced.

Since we have planned and worked hard for the plan, does it still matter whether we win or not?

Maybe it was important before, but it is no longer important now.

Chunyu walked forward with a calm expression.

In the dream, I didn't realize that I was a guest, and I just had a lot of fun.

A slight drizzle fell on the long street, spreading on the ground, reflecting the fact that the sky became slightly colder.

A little coldness illuminates everything.

Chunyu tightened his clothes more and more, feeling slightly how ridiculous his life was.

For just a moment, it was like a dream.

He had arrived in the middle of the busy city, and the Iron Eagle guard on the side held him down and knelt on the ground.

The rainwater on the wooden board mixed with the soil and stained his prison clothes. Even though Chun Yuyue was kneeling there, he still held his head high.

"ever"

The rain washed over the long knife, and the red rainwater on the long knife fell along the blade and dripped on the ground, forming a small mud puddle.

We are all guests in and out of our dreams. This person dies and therefore others exist.

Even in the end, Chun Yuyue's eyes were not as wide as his eyes. He kept trying to keep them wide open, as if he wanted to look at this bright world.

Under the sky, above the sky.

Chun Yu, a great Confucian scholar, died in Yue.

...........

Inside Yichun Palace

Fusu stood outside Yichun Palace, looking at the wind and rain outside the hall, and sighed softly,

Colorful clouds rose in the distant sky, and the non-stop rain seemed to have stopped.

Fusu sighed with emotion.

Then he bent down and saluted.

No matter how Chunyu Yue was, no matter what big mistake he made or how he misled him.

Now that he is dead, those grudges should end.

The rest is all thanks to him and himself.

Although this teaching was mixed with a lot of "private goods", Chunyu Yue was his enlightenment teacher after all.

I have been teaching him since more than ten years ago.

The grudges of more than ten years are now gone with this rain, let them be gone together.

...........

A corner of Xianyang City, a little distance outside the palace.

Corresponding to the place where Afang Palace was originally to be built, there stands a place that is considered a palace but not quite a palace.

This is Baijia Palace.

When Chen Ke submitted a letter to hold an essay competition, Ying Zheng had already ordered the construction of this palace.

This palace is not majestic, but rather it was re-modified on the basis of a previous palace.

On the plaque above it were written several magnificent characters.

"Hundred Palaces"

The setting of the Baijia Palace is based on the system of the Doctor's Palace in the past, with only a few modifications.

It has four branches: "Literature Palace", "Science and Technology Palace", "Philosophy Palace", and "Law Palace". Apart from these four branches, there are several others that are vacant and have not been set up yet.

Chen Ke held an umbrella and stood in the rain, looking at the Baijia Palace with emotion in his eyes.

This so-called Baijia Palace actually has the shadow of a later university.

He looked around.

It is built with a river and has a quiet environment.

Isn’t the Palace of Literature the Department of Literature? Isn’t the Palace of Science and Technology the Department of Engineering? Isn’t the Palace of Law the Department of Law? Isn’t the Palace of Philosophy the Department of Philosophy?

It’s just that there are a lot of schools and departments missing, and Chen Ke needs to slowly add to them.

While Chen Ke was admiring it, a person walked up from a distance with a smile on his face.

"How come the young master has time to come to Baijia Palace today?"

"It just so happens that the Baijia Palace was completed today, so I would like to invite the young master to come in and talk about it."
Chapter completed!