Han’s Son is Not a Slave

Chapter 1141: Make Skin With A Tiger

Wan Sitong frowned and said, “How could Nanjing be in chaos? Don’t talk nonsense.”

“Why won’t it be messed up?”

The driver is also a bold person. He knew that the two in front of him were not ordinary people, but he still said: “The commander of the Taiping Army in Zhenjiang is going to be the emperor. The emperor of the family, you say, if these two fight, will the city of Nanjing be in chaos?”

Wan Sitong was stagnant. He glanced at his teacher who was silent there, and asked the driver: “His Royal Highness King Qi is my important minister of the Ming Dynasty. How can you talk nonsense that he is going to be an emperor. If you spread it out, you will lose your head.”

The driver was not frightened, but smiled “hehe” and said, “If that guy doesn’t want to be the emperor, what would he do with so many officials and scholars?”

After speaking, he shook his head again, “The two of you are not ordinary people, I’m afraid you know more than a common man like me. Whether I say it right or wrong, it’s not my business, you guys. Just think I’m talking nonsense…”

He was talking nonsense as if he was talking nonsense, but the driver didn’t mean to shut up at all. Instead, he was very enthusiastic, as if the world’s major events were under his control.

“…Two people, if the city is really in chaos, who will be the unlucky one? Except for those who are officials, it’s not us ordinary people. No matter which dynasty or generation, this usurper who seizes power will die. A lot of people, right?”

Vance was speechless, unable to say that the coachman was right or that he was wrong.

“Anyway, I think there is going to be a big event in Nanjing City, whether you believe it or not… I don’t have the qualifications to be involved in such a big event, but I can always avoid it. The family has moved, and they will move back when the limelight passes.”

What the coachman said was superficial, but what he said was the truth of the fire at the city gate, which affected Chiyu.

Wan Sitong was stunned there, and Huang Zongxi was silent for a moment, motioning him to turn back with him and let the coachman pass by.

A dignified scholar and a general constitution, Huang Zongxi really couldn’t let go of the shelf and climb the carriage full of objects.

Seeing that the two of them refused to climb over, the driver no longer persuaded them and drove the car out of the alley.

Huang Zongxi did not go back to the alley, but thought deeply: If the city gate must be on fire, how can we not bring disaster to Chiyu? Just relying on a piece of “Yuanjun”, just relying on the saying that a monarch is the first public servant in the world, can it really be exchanged for the one who accepts Confucianism and accepts them as Confucian disciples? If the other party refuses to accept it and insists on suppressing Confucianism and gentry in Jiangnan, what should he do? ….

Wan Sitong did not dare to disturb the teacher, and carefully led his family to follow. Previously, the coachman seemed to be an omen. Along the way, he found that many of the carriages seemed to be moving. Before, they had seen it, but they had not noticed it, but now they are very attentive.

There were many vehicles leaving the city, and the teachers and students gradually became solemn.

Spring River Plumbing Duck Prophet.

If even the people in the market knew that Zhenjiang was going to be the emperor and made preparations for “hedging” in advance, how could the officials in the court deceive themselves? If the day comes to force the palace, who would dare to go out without fear of a sword?

The more Wan Sitong thought about it, the more frightened he became, but he was also a little fortunate that his teacher’s “Yuanjun” was born at the right time. If it was too late, I am afraid that the “merit” that suppressed the publicity of Gu Yanwu in the previous episode would be a reminder. He wondered if he invited him to Zhenjiang to explain his attitude to the teacher, so that His Royal Highness King Qi would not understand the teacher’s article.

After all, Huang Zongxi was old, Wan Sitong asked his family to drive the carriage, asked the teacher to sit in the carriage, and asked the teacher if he would go back.

Huang Zongxi looked around in the car and saw the shore of Xuanwu Lake. Thinking of the beauty of the past, but now more than 30,000 Manchu corpses are buried, Huang Zongxi was a little shocked, and his scalp was numb, and he even had the idea of ‘seeking skin with tigers”.

Wan Sitong thought that the teacher wanted to see the ‘sunset sunset”, so he signaled his family to drive the carriage to the shore of Xuanwu Lake. However, Huang Zongxi asked the driver to drive the carriage to a pavilion not far away.

After getting off the car, Wan Sitong saw three or five people surrounded by the gazebo. After looking closely, I found that there was an old man in the pavilion playing chess on the ground. But what makes people strange is that this old man has no opponents, but he is with himself.

How to play chess without an opponent?

Huang Zongxi and Wan Sitong were both curious, and Wan Sitong whispered to the person next to him, asking what kind of chess this was.

The man smiled and said: “The two of you don’t know, this Master Chen likes to play chess with himself. If others want to play with him, he is not happy.”

“Oh?”

Huang Zongxi was surprised, there are still such weird people in the world?

Wan Sitong stepped forward and saw that the old master was concentrating on playing chess, ignoring outsiders, and whispered to the people around him: “I play with myself, there is no chess taste in this chess game, how can I stop winning or losing?”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Master Chen raised his head, read Vance’s same words, then shook his head and said, “It’s not and it’s not. Playing chess with yourself is more chess-like than playing chess with your opponent.”

Vance was puzzled, and cupped his hands: “Old man, how do you say this?”

Master Chen dropped the pieces in his hand, then got up and said, “When you play chess with your opponent, you must pay attention to winning or losing. This man, when he pays attention to winning or losing, will do whatever he can. If he makes a move, he will be too murderous and lose the taste of playing chess. So, it’s better to play with yourself, if you lose, you will win by yourself, if you win, you will lose by yourself. If you lose, you will win, you will win or lose, you will never lose. First, you can set your mood, and secondly, it will be more fun. Why? Is there no chess taste?”

Does this count as chess?

Wan Sitong was really speechless. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com The Master Chen in front of him, at first glance, is a talented person who has failed many tests. Only such people in the world can say such tasteless and sour words to comfort themselves.

Seeing that Wan Sitong’s expression seemed to disapprove of what he said, Master Chen was a little annoyed, snorted unpleasantly, pointed to the chessboard on the ground and said: “Look, the pieces on this chessboard, if I want it to advance, it will retreat. No; if I want it to retreat, it will not be able to enter. Life and death are in my hands, and victory or defeat has nothing to do with them. Such powers that control life and death are up to me to do whatever I want. Do you have any taste in it?”

When Wan Sitong heard these words, he just wanted to laugh, but his teacher’s body trembled slightly, and he couldn’t help but be startled.

Huang Zongxi did tremble a bit, because Master Chen’s words reminded him that he and all the Jiangnan gentry are now the pieces on this chessboard, and they are held in the hands of Zhenjiang’s life and death?

You can’t even decide between life and death, and you have to fight with others, seek skin with tigers, and think about getting support from others. This matter, no matter how you look at it, is a bit unrealistic.

The collision between scholars and warriors has not been successful since ancient times.

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