C537 Burying the root of disaster

Zhao Yiming's expression gave Jin Si a fright. The big cake that he drew just now had completely captured the father and son's minds.

He hurriedly asked: "Could it be that there is something else that is difficult for Brother Zhao to say."

Zhao Yiming sighed and said: "I did indeed think of something, but I better not speak of it, in case others think that I am trying to sow discord and do such a despicable thing."

"There are only two of us here," she said quickly. You can say whatever you want to, Brother Zhao, but I promise I won't tell anyone else. "

Zhao Yiming was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said: "Then I will say it, but let's say the ugly words first, I will say it for you alone, do not tell anyone, anyway, I will not admit it after we leave."

But in her heart, she thought, "Of course I won't say it out loud. However, my father is already listening, so he can't blame me."

Zhao Yiming let out a long sigh and said, "The things that I have just said, whether it is public or private, are all good things that benefit a thousand years. "You can also bring enough fame to your father, but you have a stumbling block in front of you."

The Jin Jia father and son thought of Ye Jingsheng at the same time. With the old man here, this matter was indeed a little difficult to handle, but the other party was able to bring it up, so they definitely had a way to resolve it.

Zhao Yiming continued: "Ever since Dong Daru died, that old man Ye Jingsheng was nothing more than a colossal tyrant in Confucianism.

He simply would not give anyone a chance to surpass him. He was not giving anyone a chance to surpass himself.

If your father were to mention filial piety, he could only change it because it was under the guidance of that old fool and give him 90% of the merit of a thousand years of history.

Otherwise, that old fellow would definitely use the power in his hands to lead the public opinion to exert pressure on your father and force him to submit in the end. "

Jin Si jumped up and said loudly, "Why is that old fart doing this? We were the ones who thought of all the stuff. Why does he want to take the lead? Isn't this clearly showing that we won't have to work hard?"

Jin Wei thought about it more carefully. That old fart was undoubtedly the leader of the Confucianism now, and the situation that Zhao Yiming was talking about was something that could not be solved.

Zhao Yiming laughed and said: "This thing is called the unwritten rule, you have to follow it.

At that time, your father will definitely be able to catch a tail, which will more or less be recorded in the history books. Under the guidance of Ye Jingsheng, the unknown Confucian scholar, Jin Wei, will have stepped on the shoulders of giants, achieving such a small achievement.

As for your son, someone might be in a good mood to raise this matter, but there's a ninety-nine percent chance that he will be lost in the river of history.

Thinking about how people would evaluate Ye Jingsheng at that time, he should at least be a sub-saint, and the later generations of scholars should respectfully call him Leaves, originally this title should belong to your father, but what a glorious title gold! "

Zhao Yiming was now like a devil trying to seduce others, every word he said was like a sharp knife, stabbing into the hearts of the father and son duo in Jin Jia one after another, until they were bleeding profusely.

Jin Wei's eyes were now red, especially Zhao Yiming's words of gold. To him, it was like a thunderbolt in the sky, to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with Kong Meng, he did not care even if his body was smashed to pieces.

At this time, he could no longer hold it in. He was already hiding at the bottom of the mountain. With a few leaps, he quickly arrived at the top of the mountain and hastily rushed into the pavilion.

Although Zhao Yiming had never seen him before, whenhe saw the man who rushed in, she immediately knew who he was.

After Jin Wei entered the pavilion, he secretly took a deep breath to calm himself down and said: "Young Master Zhao sure has a good method, but you tricked me. Tell me, what do you think I should do?!"

Zhao Yiming's expression turned cold: "This must be Prime Minister Jin, I respectfully address you as uncle from Jin Si's side. I wonder what Uncle's meaning is, do you understand?

I was kind enough to tell Brother Jin about these things, so I didn't think that you two would actually use other methods, like digging a hole for me to jump into. Don't tell me I'm such a despicable person, it seems that we won't have to get along anymore! "

Jin Wei took a deep breath again, bowed and said, "Just now, this old man's words were too sloppy, I hope Nephew Zhao did not mind, Uncle is here sincerely apologizing to you."

Zhao Yiming dodged to the side, then said: "Junior does not deserve such a great gift from Uncle, I have already said everything that I need to say, so it's better for me to take my leave."

"I know about this, it's us father and son being a little improper. I hope Brother Zhao can show us some kindness and let us off, and give us some pointers, alright?"

Jin Wei also quickly said: "Just now, uncle was truly too tactless, so Nephew doesn't need to take it to heart. Furthermore, this matter is of mutual benefit, this old man vows here that I will not speak of today's matter, if not my reputation will be ruined."

Zhao Yiming sighed lightly and said: "Since uncle has already said this much, then I cannot not appreciate your kindness. To be honest, settling this matter is very simple.

In actuality, the Confucianism had already split apart in their minds. With Zhou Huizhong as the leader and Huai Nan's imperial examination system as support, such a power was gradually rising.

It was a pity that both sides lacked a leading figure, so if uncle was willing to call for help, he would inevitably become the new leader of the Confucianism.

At least in terms of status, Uncle can be on par with that old man. At that time, you also have your own faction, so it's not certain who can beat who. "

Jin Wei nodded his head, the two of them had indeed thought of the same thing, but it could be said that it would be extremely difficult to execute this matter, and he didn't even have a slight chance of winning.

He was very worried. "But that old man has a very good reputation and has been running his business for many years. I'm afraid I'm not his match."

Zhao Yiming chuckled and said: "Since I dared to come up with this idea for uncle, then of course I have a plan in mind. I have prepared a trump card for uncle, as long as you can execute it within the Rising Sun Empire, then the heart of the world's Confucianism will definitely be on your side."

The four eyes of the Jin Jia father and son became round as they stared at him in disbelief. They didn't know what this so-called trump card was.