Chapter 98 My Daming Can't Hold A Mind Study?
Chapter 98 I, the Ming Dynasty, can’t tolerate a Xinxue?
Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie
Chapter 98 I, the Ming Dynasty, can’t tolerate a Xinxue?
The emperor wanted to give up his studies. I don't know if this Xia Yuan actually happened in history, but I guess it didn't happen.
After all, the place where Wang Shouren founded Xinxue in history was Longchangyi, Guizhou. It was a deserted and inaccessible place. You might have occupied a hill there to establish a country and become an emperor, but no one would care about it, let alone just give lectures and recruit some disciples.
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In addition, the emperor at that time was Zhu Houzhao. This man's temperament meant that he only wanted to run wild all day long, so he didn't care about you.
After Liu Jin was executed, Wang Shouren was rehabilitated and returned from Longchang. He began to give lectures in crowded places. Later, he also suppressed the rebellion, and his reputation became more and more popular. More and more people came to listen to his lectures.
The following is the true story of the Eight Classics spreading its branches and leaves, and recruiting many disciples.
During the Jiajing Dynasty, during the first few years when the old Taoist priest came to power, he was busy identifying his biological father and engaging in great etiquette disputes.
After he finished doing this, he turned around and quickly fell into the arms of Xiu Xian.
Of course, even if he didn't vote, assuming that after finishing the great etiquette dispute, he wanted to take charge of the country's ideological ideology, but at this time, after more than ten or twenty years of development, Xinxue had already grown into a behemoth, surrounded by people.
There are huge crowds of people everywhere, and even if you want to restrain yourself, you are powerless.
But now, mind science is not a complete entity, and it is only spread in a small area. To say it is a small area may be a bit flattering, but it can only be said to be spread among a few people.
It is simply a small bud that can be cut off by its roots without any effort.
After analyzing the situation at this point, it seems that the emperor's behavior of giving up his studies makes sense.
But if the study of mind is really abolished.
Xia Yuan always felt very uncomfortable in his heart, not because he liked this theory of mind so much, but because Wang Shouren had worked so hard to understand this theory of mind.
Every time he comprehends something, his face will be filled with unprecedented satisfaction, as happy as a baby of two years and several hundred months, and he can't wait to share it with himself.
Although it was annoying, Xia Yuan really admired the sense of satisfaction and pleasure he had from simply gaining some knowledge.
This man's attitude toward learning was unimaginably pious.
After hesitating for a long time, Xia Yuan gritted his teeth and suddenly paid homage with a big salute, "The student dare not disobey His Majesty's words, but the student has one more thing to say, please allow Your Majesty's permission."
After finishing speaking, before Zhu Youtang could say yes or no, he said to himself: "Neo-Confucianism originated from the Song Dynasty. Before the Song Dynasty, there was no school of Neo-Confucianism. The Neo-Confucianism proposed by Cheng Zhu and others was also a new knowledge at that time.
, and also contradicted the mainstream knowledge at the time.
However, Neo-Confucianism was still passed down and was regarded as orthodox in our Ming Dynasty. Students boldly asked Your Majesty, if the Song Dynasty could accommodate Neo-Confucianism, could it be that our Ming Dynasty could not tolerate Xin-Xue?"
After saying this, Xia Yuan touched his head to the ground and waited silently for the emperor's words.
He knew that what he said was a bit disrespectful and he was trying to embarrass the emperor. However, after getting along with him for a short time, he felt that Emperor Hongzhi was a kind-hearted person and would not punish himself.
That's why I had the courage to say this.
When Zhu Youtang heard these words, he was obviously silent. The Song Dynasty could tolerate Neo-Confucianism, but the Ming Dynasty could not tolerate a new learning.
This sentence touched him greatly. What kind of dynasty was the Song Dynasty? It was civilized and elegant but did not practice martial arts. It was bullied by the Northerners throughout its life.
Proclaiming vassals, paying tribute, ceding territory, paying indemnities, it can be said that the Song Dynasty did everything that had anything to do with losing power and humiliating the country. After surviving for hundreds of years, it was finally destroyed by foreign enemies.
Zhu Youtang deplored such a dynasty when he read the history of the Song Dynasty, and felt that he looked down upon it from the bottom of his heart. But even if such a dynasty could tolerate the next new school of learning, couldn't the Ming Dynasty tolerate it?
Is the Ming Dynasty worse than the Song Dynasty?
After a long while, Zhu Youtang sighed slightly, then lowered his head and looked at Xia Yuan, "Please get up, I will put aside the issue of abolishing the new school for the time being."
After all, he didn't say it too fully.
"Your Majesty is benevolent and righteous, and the students bow to thank God!" Xia Yuan bowed again, then got up from the ground and stood up.
"Don't say these flattering words, that's not what I want to hear."
Hearing this, Xia Yuan could only say: "Your Majesty, the students are still saying the same thing, don't waste any of them, just let it develop naturally. Whether Xinxue is suppressed to extinction or accepted by others, the imperial court will not interfere.
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If Xinxue can develop and grow by luck in the future, the imperial court will follow suit and announce that future imperial examination questions can also be based on the annotations in Xinxue and are no longer limited to Cheng and Zhu."
Hearing this, Zhu Youtang shook his head secretly in his heart and couldn't help but look at Xia Yuan with the eyes of "you are too young", "If you follow what you said and add new annotations to the imperial examination questions, wouldn't there be two schools of thought in the world?
?Since the two schools of thought are bound to set off academic disputes, what if the academic disputes accidentally lead to party disputes in the court?"
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Xia Yuan was speechless. He was worthy of being an emperor. He thought far and far-sightedly.
It is not impossible for party strife to happen. The imperial examination questions use two interpretations of Xinxue and Neo-Confucianism. Then there are two types of people who pass the imperial examination, one is those who advocate Xinxue, and the other is those who pursue Neo-Confucianism.
These people will naturally align themselves with the school of thought they believe in. Wouldn't this be the reason why factions emerge?
Now that all parties have emerged, is partisanship still far behind?
At this moment, Xia Yuan suddenly understood the reason why the feudal dynasty had to unify their thoughts.
In such a way.
But is the party struggle in the late Ming Dynasty really related to the dispute over psychology and Neo-Confucianism? Not necessarily.
Zhu Youtang looked at this young man and suddenly laughed to himself. Although this man was rich and talented, he was young, so what could he expect from him?
This is a problem that even I find difficult.
"That's all, let me think about it slowly, sir."
In the middle of Zhu Youtang's words, a head suddenly popped in from the door of Nuange, met his gaze, and then quickly shrank back.
Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but reveal a faint smile, "Well, let me think about it slowly. Please go out first."
".The student resigned."
Xia Yuan saluted respectfully, and then slowly walked out, quite confused.
The emperor is talking about going out, not leaving the palace, and not going back. So can he go home now?
Thinking about it in his mind, Xia Yuan just walked out of the Nuan Pavilion and pressed his shoulder with a hand.
He was startled and subconsciously raised his hand to hit him. Zhu Houzhao moved faster and quickly held his head.
"Master, don't fight, it's me."
Zhu Houzhao was wearing a bright red brocade robe embroidered with dark dragon patterns and a black gauze winged crown. He looked a bit like a prince, but now he was holding his head like a thief.
Is this the kind of thing that Wang Zhi Renjun is probably talking about?
Chapter completed!