"Go to bed. You can sleep for an hour at most." Fang Yun said.
Zhang Jingan sat on the chair, head down, and said nothing.
Fang Yun continued to study.
Fang Yun has been studying Confucian classics intensively these days because he is about to be promoted to Grand Secretary and needs to decide the nature of the first literary office as soon as possible.
As it stands now, the Confucian type of Wentai is most suitable for me, and even if other Wentai are formed in the future, there will be no conflict.
Fang Yun could recite all the saints' classics by heart. He had read each one hundreds and thousands of times and knew each one like the back of his hand.
However, Fang Yun felt a little regretful, because if one wanted to truly understand a Confucian classic, the best way was to read the original version of the classic. However, his literary level was too low, and reading the semi-saint classics too early would do more harm than good.
In addition to reading the original text of semi-scripted scriptures, the best way to understand Confucian classics is the famous "Stone Classics". Unfortunately, the human race currently only has two sets of Stone Classics, and each set of Stone Classics is incomplete.
Without the complete stone scriptures, all countries could not use the name "Taixue" and could only change it to Xuegong. Shengyuan Taixue was also changed to Chongwenyuan.
Fang Yun was not discouraged when he could not get the stone classics, because he thought it would not be too late to start studying the stone classics after becoming a university scholar or a great scholar. So he focused on reading all the annotations and commentaries on the Confucian classics by the great scholars, and learned the great scholars' exegesis and interpretation of the classics of the saints.
These days, Fang Yun mainly studied the annotations and commentaries on the holy classics by the great Confucian scholars or university scholars in the Confucian literary world.
Fang Yun read very seriously and turned the pages very slowly. Every time he read a sentence, countless words would emerge in his mind. They were all annotations and exegesis about this sentence, which helped him to better understand the original text of the holy scriptures.
"I... I want to study." Zhang Jing'an's voice rang out in the study.
Fang Yun turned a deaf ear and continued reading.
"I want to study!" Zhang Jing'an stood up and stared at Fang Yun's face.
Under the illumination of the night pearl, half of Fang Yun's face had a warm glow, while the other half had a faint shadow.
Fang Yun still didn't speak.
Zhang Jingan shouted: "I want to study!"
Fang Yun turned the page without raising his head.
"I said, I want to study!" Zhang Jing'an raised his voice again.
"You rude and unruly person! Get out!" Fang Yun flicked his long sleeves and a strong wind blew up, sweeping Zhang Jing'an out of the door.
Clank! Clank!
The door to the study opened and closed.
Zhang Jing'an suddenly rushed to the door, pushed it hard, but found that it would not open, so he could only pound on it frantically and curse at the same time.
"Zhang Longxiang! You're a liar! You said I could study. You said I could go to school. You were lying to me!"
"You deliberately forced me to go to the military camp, forced me to be a pavilion chief, forced me to carry manure, and it won't be long before you force me to beg for food! You are not my father at all! You are a rebellious person! You just want to torture me!"
"Wu... Wuwu..." Zhang Jing'an leaned against the door and burst into tears.
"My mother waited for you for so many years. What did you do? What did I do wrong? I'm just a child! What did I do wrong?"
"What's your ability to bully a child? You have the ability to kill that old beast Gou Bao! You have the ability to deal with those who beat me! You have the ability to torment the King of Chu! You are nothing! You can't do anything, you can only bully me! Woo woo..."
Zhang Jing'an cried even louder.
Fang Yun remained unmoved, and even the time interval between turning the pages was almost the same.
Slowly, Zhang Jing'an's crying became quieter and finally stopped.
After a long time, there was a knock on the door.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The fingers fell on the wooden door, making a melodious and crisp sound.
"I have something unclear, and I want to see you, dad." Zhang Jing'an's voice came into the study through the crack in the door.
"Come in." Fang Yun put the book down again and looked towards the door.
Zhang Jing'an walked into the study again and bowed to Fang Yun.
"Hello, father." After greeting, Zhang Jing'an raised his head. His eyes were red and swollen, and his face was expressionless, as if he was numb from the cold.
"Please sit down." Fang Yun said calmly.
"Thank you, Daddy." Zhang Jing'an sat in the chair seriously, his back straight and his posture elegant, completely different from before, except that his red and swollen eyes spoiled the mood a bit.
Fang Yun looked at Zhang Jing'an without saying a word.
"There is one thing I don't understand. You let me join the military camp and serve as a civil servant. Isn't it so that I can study?" Zhang Jing'an asked.
"No, this is your choice." Fang Yun said.
Zhang Jing'an shook his head and said, "I thought so at first, but after thinking about it again and again, all my choices are under your control."
"You are wrong. It's not that your choice is under my control, but that you have too few choices." Fang Yun said.
"I am a stupid child. Please give me some advice, father." Zhang Jing'an lowered his head slightly humbly.
Fang Yun stood up, walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, and looked out.
"What do you think is the use of reading?" Fang Yun asked.
Zhang Jing'an immediately said: "Studying is the best way to realize your ambitions."
"Put it another way." Fang Yun said calmly.
A trace of embarrassment flashed across Zhang Jing'an's face, and he said, "Just like the poem "Poem to Encourage Learning" written by Fang Xusheng of Shengyuan Continent, gold, silver, treasures, high positions, beauties and mansions, as long as you study, you may get them."
"You still don't understand." Fang Yun still had his back to Zhang Jingan.
Zhang Jing'an stood up, bowed to Fang Yun, and said, "Please teach me, father."
"Can you choose who your parents are and when you are born?"
"cannot."
"After you were born, could you choose what to eat and what to do?"
"cannot."
"When you were learning to speak, could you choose what words to learn?"
"cannot."
"Did you choose the school you attend?"
"no."
“Did you choose the books you studied?”
"no."
"Who helped you choose these?"
"Yes, my parents, and my teacher." Zhang Jing'an answered seriously.
"Why don't you choose for yourself?"
"The kid can't do it."
"Do you like these choices?" Fang Yun asked.
"It's not about liking or disliking it, it's just that sometimes I feel disgusted. No one wants to be a puppet."
"You really want to make your own choice, right?" Fang Yun asked.
"I think everyone is willing to make their own decisions." Zhang Jing'an was full of energy and thought what he said made sense.
"So, between studying seriously and not studying seriously, you chose not to study seriously? So, between studying and not studying, you chose not to study?" Fang Yundao.
Zhang Jing'an was stunned and defended himself, "I said that things were complicated back then and I had no choice. After all, I was young and ignorant at the time. If it were today, I would definitely not be afraid of them and insist on studying!"
"No matter what you say, you can't deny one thing: you made the most wrong choice!" Fang Yun said.
"Father is right." Zhang Jing'an was speechless.
"You said I was controlling you, but if I weren't there, even if you were 18 years old and had become an adult and entered the military camp, what would be the result?" Fang Yun asked.
"Without a literary title, no matter how good you are at killing enemies, you can only be a sergeant or a squad leader. You can't even be a captain, let alone an officer."
.(To be continued.)
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