This question is the essence of the problem.

Looking at the essence through appearance, the good minister wants to be an official, and he wants to be an official in his dreams. However, he really can't do the broken paper.

But obviously, if he tells the truth, the imperial concubine will be disappointed, and His Majesty the Emperor will be disappointed.

As a human being, even if you are disappointed in yourself, you cannot let others down.

Sacrifice oneself and fulfill everyone is the way to be a human being.

This is the reason why you are happy and I am happy.

Therefore, the good minister did not change his expression and said seriously: "Empress, a gentleman loves money and gets it well. The people do not want to be corrupt officials and make money from the people, so they handed in the blanks."

A rustic boy from the country stood in front of him and talked about a gentleman's love for money and gained it well, which made Wanli amused.

He held back his smile and said with a stern face: "Is this true?... I don't study to make people corrupt officials. If you say that, wouldn't all my ministers be corrupt officials?"

"Your Majesty should know better than Cao Min. The only thing Cao Min knows is that the golden house can be worth a lot of money."

Liangchen gave a sensible statement. After all, not all officials are corrupt officials, nor all officials are honest officials. In front of the emperor, he would better not say it too absolute.

"Do I know?" Wanli smiled and shook his head, looked at Concubine Zheng, and the couple looked at him with smiles.

"You hand in the blank paper, then you hand in the blank paper. What are you writing randomly on it?"

Concubine Zheng walked to her husband, gently supported him, and then looked at Wei Liangchen, "Scholars are the most unhealthy; they are too literate and rotten as mud. The country was originally trying to seek talent, but who knew that they had become a deceptive skill... I failed time and fell into a coma during the day, so I was able to deceive high-ranking officials, which was also a bad luck for the people and the court. Did you make this small poem yourself?"

Liangchen did not expect that Concubine Zheng could recite his short poem so smoothly, and he couldn't help but look at this woman with admiration. Moreover, the Concubine looked at her with indescribable charm than Baba and Xi Li.

This may be the ripe taste.

An intellectual and extremely noble temperament...

However, thinking of this man who even had a grandson, Liangchen immediately didn't think about anything, leaving only curiosity about this woman.

After all, this person has no worse reputation in history books than Xili and Baba, and is even more prominent.

There was a Ming Dynasty, and the two imperial concubines were the most legendary.

One is named Wan Zhen'er, and the other is Zheng Gui'er.

Concubine Zheng needs the answer, and Wanli also wants to know that the good ministers must give them a reasonable explanation.

You can explain the explanation in the form of handing in the blank paper. What is it to write randomly on the paper?

Liangchen knew that this could not be avoided, but this explanation really made him a headache because it involved an attack on the eight-legged essay, which was not something that his talent and knowledge could explain clearly in a few words.

His views can only be described in the word "skin".

Therefore, after considering it, Liangchen decided to use the simplest and most appropriate words to explain the reason why he wrote randomly.

"Your Majesty, Caomin's family is in a cold state. In order to provide me with my studies, my father and brother have been farming in the fields for many years. I don't want me to do anything at home, and I just hope that I can succeed in studying. However, after Caomin's self-study, he saw that students who were older than me, who were as big as me, and younger than me, had to go through the scriptures in order to earn fame and fortune, and Cheng Mo, who studied the words and deeds of sages and the current texts. Later, he did not even read the scriptures, but only remembered the chapters that could be drawn and the texts of these dozens of questions. He didn't care about anything else, but he really didn't know the grains, didn't know rice and wheat, and leeks could also be made wheat, and it was just that they were lost in their schoolbags... Caomin kept thinking, what is the benefit of such people being admitted to the imperial examination and becoming officials, and His Majesty?"

Speaking of this, Liangchen paused for a moment, one was to give himself time to think about the subsequent remarks, and the other was to see what Wanli and Concubine Zheng had to react.

When I found that the emperor and concubines were sensible, I felt relieved, so I said again: "I was in the exam room that day, and I saw countless students in front and back thinking about the questions on the desk, immersed in it, and not at all aware of the outside world's movements. Is it true that scholars should have an attitude? When I handed in the paper, I didn't feel the same way in my heart for a while, so I wrote this small poem."

After hearing Liangchen's words, Wanli and Concubine Zheng looked at each other, and they all had a sense of approval in their eyes.

"I heard you say that, you really hate these eight-legged essays, so you don't want any fame or fame." Wanli said.

"The Cao people don't know what Your Majesty and the Empress think. The Cao people think that the harm of the eight-legged essay is equal to burning books, and the destruction of talents is even greater than that of the suburbs of Xianyang. The eight-legged essay is prosperous and the "Six Classics" is subtle, and the 18-legged essay is flourishing, and the twenty-one history is abolished. Although the Cao people are small, they know that there is no way to govern the country, no policy policies, and no action to benefit the people. Therefore, the Cao people would rather submit a blank book than become a useless person." The good minister added in a very firm tone, "Even if the Cao people are farming, they can pay taxes to the country and do their best to His Majesty!"

"If all of my ministers had the knowledge of this little guy, I..."

Wanli did not continue to say it, and Wei Liangchen's words touched him a lot. His experiences over the past few decades have made him truly understand and understand the abilities of the children of sages.

The memorials piled up in the study room, and any book is drawn out to be a complete chapter of the great truth. Every word is the meaning of the scriptures. However, after reading the whole chapter, there is no practicality except for the lessons, accusations and persuasions.

Regardless of national policies, border affairs, or people's livelihood and disaster relief, the memorials of the officials in charge can still be considered as the title. When they come to the subject, they scold this and that. Those who are only scolded can't do anything, and those who are not capable dare not do it. In the end, they will make up for the east and the west, and the symptoms will not be cured.

In terms of the most important taxes of the country, whether it is local officials or scholars, they all give benefits to the people and collectively advise the emperor not to compete with the people for profit.

But even though Wanli agreed with what Wei Liangchen said, he had no way to change the status quo. He could only continue to watch the officials who used eight-part essays as a stepping stone in the imperial examination hall and became his ministers openly, but continued their unsuccessful careers and fought with him, the emperor, to the end.

They are always right, because behind them are sages and great ways.

The emperor is always wrong, because the emperor will only be selfish and stupid.

As the emperor, Wanli could not fight them and could only hide in the deep palace.

Concubine Zheng likes Wei Liangchen very much. This little guy looks inconspicuous, but it is really interesting. What is even more rare is his temper towards her.

"God of heaven, earth, not as good as mother" made her even more affection for Liangchen. She smiled and said, "Your name is Wei Liangchen, and you have your own branches to serve the country. If you don't write eight-part essays, you should be a useful person. Now, tell Your Majesty and I, what are your abilities?"

"Your Majesty, the ability of the people..."

What kind of ability can a good minister have? But if he is not capable, he will say that he has the ability. But just as he was about to talk about his ability, an old eunuch in red robe ran in with a panic look on his face: "Your Majesty, the Shanhaiguan Army has changed!"

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Thanks to the boss hexid7890 for his 100 yuan reward. I hope you can continue to follow the crowd. Hao woke up from his dream with a smile.
Chapter completed!