From Joy of Life, the Tian Gang is reversed

Chapter 230 Confucius said, standing by the river: "Time flows on like this river, never ceasing day or night."

"These are just my humble opinions, Your Majesty. Please correct me if I'm wrong!"

In the Daxing Hall, Zhao Dun glanced at Zhao Xun, then turned his gaze back to the memorial and read it carefully once more.

There was no way to grasp its essence without reading it several times. The more he read it, the more reasonable and feasible it seemed. It was as if it had touched his heart.

The Liyang Dynasty was originally above the Nine Kingdoms of the Spring and Autumn Period, but it was only because of Huang Longshi's reckless interference that it had the opportunity to unify the world.

However, now that the world is unified, there are many hidden dangers, which are somewhat similar to those in the early Western Han Dynasty. Issues such as the problems of vassal kings, social governance, and the Northern Mang are all reflected in this memorial, and relevant suggestions are given.

If he was somewhat skeptical of Nan Huaiyu's words before, now he completely believes them.

This is truly a skill that allows someone to compete for the fate of Confucianism and Taoism.

Putting aside other things, just take this memorial as an example. Could Zhang Julu have written it? Could Yuan Benxi have written it?
Perhaps they all have relevant ideas and their own methods, but if they wanted to write something like this, they would have done it long ago!
Even if they could write it down, they wouldn't dare to!
Look at the methods used against the feudal lords, the fixed-territory system. Within the feudal lord's land, his sons and grandsons were enfeoffed, gradually dividing the large feudal lords into smaller ones, constantly nibbling away at their territories, until finally, they were completely assimilated.

Is this something a prince of a feudal lord could write? Or is there some deeper meaning behind his strategy?

His fingertips traced the memorial, and after a long while, he looked up at Zhao Xun, "You really don't want to inherit your father's throne?!"

"Your Majesty, my father only has one son, me," Zhao Xun said with a smile.

Zhao Dun was taken aback, stared at Zhao Xun for a long while, and then pointed at him and laughed loudly, "Hahahaha, good, good, good lad, aren't you afraid of angering your uncles to death?!"

"I am not familiar with them."

Zhao Dun laughed again. Not far away outside the palace, the eunuchs listened to the bursts of laughter coming from the Daxing Palace. They were all very curious. It had been a long time since they had seen His Majesty laugh so happily. What had that Prince Jing'an's heir done to make His Majesty so happy?

An hour later, Zhao Xun left Daxing Palace. Zhao Dun watched his departing figure, clapped his hands, and the Grand Eunuch, the powerful eunuch Han Diaosi, walked out leisurely.

"His Majesty……"!
"Look, this is his memorial to the throne."

"I don't dare!"

"Just look at it, and we'll talk after you've finished."

"Yes!"

Han Diaosi took the memorial, read it quickly, and then frowned deeply. "Your Majesty, this person is either extremely loyal or extremely treacherous."

"What do you think of the contents of this memorial?!"

"It would be great if it could be implemented, but now is not the time."

"Yes, as Zhao Xun just said, the time isn't right yet; it needs more time," Zhao Dun said with a smile. "Is everything settled?"

"The people have already been deployed, especially those we've been focusing on, and the results are already showing. However, this old servant doesn't understand why we didn't take advantage of this opportunity...!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Dun forced him to stop with a single look. "Isn't it chaotic enough already?"

"The old slave made a mistake."

"Go ahead and cause some trouble in Guangling. I'm eager to see what my dear younger brother is hiding."

"Yes!"

The next day, Zhao Xun left Tai'an City with Yu Xuanji.

At the same time he left Tai'an City, his AI-edited "Memorial on Military Affairs" was copied and circulated during the grand court assembly. The court was shaken. Whether it was high-ranking officials like Zhang Julu or minor officials in the capital, everyone who read the whole thing loved it. The students of the Imperial Academy competed to copy and circulate it, and there was not a single negative review.

Zhao Xun's reputation, which had already soared after defeating Huang Longshi, rose to another level once again.

He rose from a brilliant scholar of the Shangyin school to a genius in governing the country, a rising star in Confucianism and Taoism.

※※※ “The destiny of Confucianism and Taoism!!”

Arriving once again at Fenglingdu, which was already under reconstruction, Zhao Xun stood on the banks of the Jianlong River, gazing at the surging waters, and let out a long sigh.

As the "Memorial on Political Affairs" circulated, he clearly felt his Confucian and Taoist fortune continuously increasing.

Confucianism and Taoism emphasize this: reputation.

Having talent isn't enough.

You also need to be famous. Having talent alone is useless if others don't know about it.

Once you gain fame, people will read your articles, understand your thoughts through them, agree with your thoughts, and resonate with them. Only then will people seek your advice, flock to you, and serve you faithfully.

This is why Confucian and Taoist scholars like to flatter each other. If you don't do this, you can't establish a reputation. If you can't establish a reputation, how can you spread your ideas?

Over time, mutual flattery and sycophancy became an instinct for Confucian and Taoist scholars, and the Shangyin Academy was no exception.

"Are we really going back to Shangyin Academy?!"

Yu Xuanji asked, her eyes filled with joy.

Finally going back.

Although the Jing'an Prince's Mansion was nice and the Princess Consort treated her well, it was still not as welcoming as the Shangyin Academy, which was her home!

“Of course, otherwise, how would I become famous, how would I wipe out those fame-seeking bastards?!” Zhao Xun smiled and said, “Your master is going to become a saint in the future, and there is no better stage than the Shangyin Academy.”

"A sage?!" Yu Xuanji turned her head, looking astonished. This was the first time Zhao Xun had spoken so frankly in front of her, and this goal left her somewhat bewildered.

saint!

just you?

"What?! Can't your master be a saint?!"

"No, but... but that's a saint!"

"So what if you're a sage? A sage is still someone who becomes one." Zhao Xun smiled and patted her head. "Don't worry, just wait to become a sage's disciple."

"Oh!" Although she had some doubts, Yu Xuanji chose to believe him, thinking of all the amazing things that had happened along the way with Zhao Xun.

After all, her own sword master had brought her too many regrets. Over the past three years, the closer she got, the more mysterious and unpredictable Zhao Xun seemed. This time, even the great demon Huang Longshi was defeated by him. It was hard to imagine what else he couldn't do.

"Do you know what the biggest problem is that restricts Confucianism today?!"

"I don't know." Yu Xuanji shook her head decisively. Her father was good at poetry and prose, and that's what he taught her. Later, when she followed Zhao Xun to learn swordsmanship, she had long forgotten about Confucianism.

"It's okay if you don't know now, you'll find out later."

Zhao Xun smiled.

At this moment, the Jianlong River was surging in. Standing on the bank, looking at the rolling river, Zhao Xun suddenly felt that he should make a big one.

"Everything in the world changes and evolves over time, and Confucianism and Taoism are no exception. Eight hundred years ago, Zhang Fuyao monopolized Confucianism and Taoism. Eight hundred years have passed, and it's time for a revolution." He pointed to the surging Jianlong River and said, "Time flows like this, never ceasing day or night!"

"Huh?!" Yu Xuanji looked bewildered, not understanding what this meant.

Zhao Xun's face immediately darkened.

Being uneducated is terrible!
Zhao Xun glared at her angrily and stormed off.

(End of this chapter)