Chapter 284 (1/2)

In Jiaming Hall of Baidi palace, there are more than 3000 table seats in the wide hall for banquet.

Fuyao the great emperor entertained the whole Confucian school, and the bells, drums, zither and zither were in harmony.

He advocated thrifty, and the whole scene was very solemn and orderly.

It was not until the young master of Daxia and the leader of the Confucian school moved to the imperial garden to continue their discussion, and more than 3000 disciples just opened up a little bit. However, they only communicated with each other in a low voice, raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

The friendship between a gentleman and a son is as light as water. Maybe after tonight, 3000 Confucian scholars went to China and saw his classmates again. I don't know when.

We should drink together.

White Emperor Palace garden, under the dark sky wood.

The old and the young are sitting opposite each other. They are the monarch and the minister, and they are also the brothers.

On the table opposite the two, there is a delicate red stove on the small fire. The wine is slightly boiling and the aroma is fragrant. Yes, it's wine, not tea. Zhao Yuping likes tea or not, but it doesn't mean he can't drink. Since his official adulthood, the prohibition has been invalid for him, so he just doesn't like it rather than can't, but today, he is floating A big white impulse.

Green ant new fermented grains wine, red mud small wine stove.

Zhao Yu raised his right hand, made a gesture of invitation, and asked lightly:

”elder martial brother, it's snowy in the evening. Can I have a drink

Dongguo Lezheng, an old man with white hair and beard, lifted up the red clay stove and filled the two wine glasses in front of him. Then he responded in a voice full of energy:

”one cup is enough, a thousand cups are not enough.”

After they finished speaking, they raised their glasses in a crisscross way, and then drank them up. Zhao Yu only felt a burst of hot heat boiling up from his heart. He couldn't help narrowing his eyes. His handsome and dignified face was also a little red.

The old man continued to raise his hand to fill his glass in front of him and continued to say:

”Your Majesty, from tomorrow on, there will be no Confucian school in the summer. Some are just the Daxia Academy.”

”Elder martial brother, will you and the whole Confucian school blame me for breaking you up and scattering them into the vast thirty-six States, even without even retaining the name of the clan?”

When Zhao Yuping's voice dropped, the old man shook his head, put down his glass, and said:

”Your Majesty, don't think so. Fifteen years ago, the teacher moved the whole Confucian school to Chunhua fortress, which made its influence in the summer lower and lower. Maybe it is for today's sake that there is no class and no class. It is the teacher's wish all the time, and it is also our wish We all see hope in his highness and are willing to be driven by his highness. As for the so-called Confucian school, it is just a name. ”

”This is my first step.”

Zhao Yujiang's body was slightly straight, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his emperor's power was released with confidence. He continued to say:

”the life span of the human race is limited. Except for the saints who have been in the nine fold heaven for thousands of years, the rest of the people, whether they are great masters or ordinary people, have only a hundred years' life span There are four stages, and what the Daxia school is responsible for is the education of children. I want all the children in the whole summer to understand what is Tao. ”