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However, he had almost never stayed up late in the palace, he didn’t react for a while.

 

“This son obeys.”

 

Having said all this, Zong Luo naturally would not refute.

 

So he sat down honestly, holding the hand warmer in his hand, his back stiff.

 

After a while, the sound of writing sounded again in the hall.

 

This was the first time Zong Luo had been alone with his father.

 

Usually, he could only meet Emperor Yuan alone before and after the march, and at other times, it was at different social occasions, such as the closing banquet of the Baijia Banquet or the Qing Si on the 12th lunar month.

 

What’s more awkward was that Emperor Yuan was still dealing with affairs, occasionally asking Zong Luo a few questions, irrelevantly.

 

“Zhen heard from the medical sage that your eyes have improved?”

 

Zong Luo quickly replied, “Replying to Father Emperor, this son can already see the light.”

Emperor Yuan “um” for a moment, it seemed that he had read some annoying political affairs again, the vermilion pen in his hand fell heavily on the paper, drawing a vigorous round with the pen tip.

 

After a while, he asked again, “The Confucian disciple today, is he your friend?”

 

“Yes. He is the leader of the Confucian disciples who came to the Great Yuan this time. He is simple and ignorant of the world. Today he may be a little nervous, so he accidentally offended. Hoping Father Emperor will forgive him.”

 

Emperor Yuan did not comment, but suddenly changed the subject. “Zhen see that you usually admire Confucianism quite a bit.”

 

Although this sentence was a declarative sentence, Zong Luo was not so ignorant that he couldn’t hear the meaning of the words.

 

Next, of course, was to honestly explain why he admired Confucianism.

 

“This son thinks that Legalism is derived from the [Tao Te Ching], strict and heavy, ruling the country by law, and emphasizing law and clear punishment. In the chaotic world, it can certainly stabilize the situation, but over time, there is a risk of high-pressure rebound. On the other hand, Confucianism is more peaceful, based on benevolence.”

 

This topic was not difficult for Zong Luo to answer.

 

Essentially, he came from after the liberation of these ideologies, and naturally saw the pros and cons of feudal society. In addition, the era mentioned in the book was still in the late period of transition from slavery, and social contradictions have not developed to the intense contradictions in the later period, so it could still be discussed.

 

“Father Emperor is a great talent, wise and martial, and the unification of the world is imminent. Wait for the unification of the Central Plains, stabilize the situation, and after there are no foreign enemies, internal work is needed.”

 

It’s not that Legalism was not good, but it needed packaging.

 

To govern the chaotic world, use heavy codes. Law was suitable for chaos, while Confucianism was suitable for moderation and stability.

 

“This son does not favor Confucianism, but thinks that it is appropriate to promote Confucianism, and it should have certain benefits. External Confucianism and Internal Law, Confucianism and Law go hand in hand, which is more conducive to the stability of the Great Yuan.”

 

After speaking, Zong Luo nervously waited for Emperor Yuan’s reply.

 

Even he himself couldn’t realize that he had brought out all the wisdom from before he transmigrated inside the book, a long talk, and now he was sitting uneasily, like a child showing off and waiting for an adult’s praise.

 

Unexpectedly, Emperor Yuan picked up his pen and dipped it in ink, without praise or criticism.

 

By the time he finished writing a memorial, and spoke again, Zong Luo’s heart had almost reached his throat. “If Zhen remembers correctly, after tonight, you should be twenty-seven.”

 

Indeed.

 

Thinking of this, Zong Luo felt a little melancholy.

 

He had lived for three lifetimes, and the total age added up could only be said to be not young.

 

Unexpectedly, the next sentence from Emperor Yuan almost scared Zong Luo to jump up from the ground.

 

“Well, you’re not young anymore, it’s time to start a family.”

 

Emperor Yuan glanced at him indifferently. “What? Have you found someone you like?”

 

“No, no.” Zong Luo quickly replied.

 

He had never considered this issue in his three lifetimes. Before transmigrating, he would at most slack off and read, reaching the extreme of being pure-hearted and desiring little. After transmigrating, Emperor Yuan’s disgust came quickly in his previous life, and he never considered this issue.

 

Even if there were occasional physiological needs, they were solved by the hand.

 

Being single from the womb, never having liked anyone—the bad part, unable to confirm his own sexual orientation.

 

For no reason, Zong Luo remembered the scene he saw in the dark room last time, which was extremely gorgeous.

 

It’s hard to say whether he was happy to see his mortal enemy suffer, or whether he was infected with perversion by staying in the same room with Yu Beizhou, a pervert.

 

But Zong Luo thought his real sexual orientation should not be too normal either.

 

Seeing his anxious denial, the emperor squinted his eyes and did not continue the topic.

 

“Recently, the Sixth has been asking me to issue a decree to grant marriage, saying that he fell in love at first sight with the eldest granddaughter of the Tai Wei’s family.”

 

(t/n: Tai Wei-supreme government official in charge of military affairs)

 

Emperor Yuan said casually. “Zhen refused him. Let him at least wait until you, the eldest brother on the surface, get married.”

 

Zong Luo: “…….”

 

Sixth had also done this in his previous life, and Emperor Yuan ignored him just the same.

 

What Zong Yongliu lacked was military power. If he could form a political marriage with Tai Wei, it would be like a tiger with wings. Therefore he would run to the front of the Tai Wei’s mansion to show his favor whenever he had nothing to do. It could be said that Sima Zhao’s heart is known to passers-by. (TL:describe the fact that his ambition was very obvious and well known to everyone)

 

But this guy didn’t do his research well, he didn’t even think about it. Would Emperor Yuan, a character who monopolizes power, let the military power fall into the hands of others?

 

“Moreover–”

 

Emperor Yuan opened the memorial. “Last time Zhen talked about this with the Tai Wei, Tai Wei clearly stated that his granddaughter had no intention of the Sixth.”

 

The Great Yuan valued martial arts, and more than half of them were martial arts families. As the highest military position, Tai Wei, although he had long since disarmed and returned to the background, his family style and habits still leaned towards the military. Regardless of men and women in the family, they all practice martial arts from a young age and have good martial arts skills.

 

Zong Luo had also seen this eldest granddaughter of the Tai Wei’s family in his previous life, and vaguely remembered that she was a little sister who liked to wear Hu clothes, hung a long whip around her waist, and was heroic. It was said that her character was fiery and drew a clear demarcation between whom or what to hate or love.

 

With her straightforward personality, it would be strange if she could appreciate Zong Yongliu, a weak young master who was full of literary and twists and turns in his mind.

 

“However, although she has no intention towards the Sixth, Tai Wei said that his granddaughter has admired you for a long time.”

 

Zong Luo: “???”

 

He was just happily eating melon, but how come when he turned his head, this melon was eaten by himself?