Daming: I really don’t want to be an emperor!

Since ancient times, victors have been kings and losers have been bandits. There is no absolute right or wrong.

Zhu Yunhuan had the power to destroy Confucianism, so everything he said was right. But if Zhu Yunhuan was defeated by Confucianism, then everything he said would be wrong.

The stupidest thing a person can do is to argue with others about right and wrong.

As long as the fist is big enough, one plus one does not necessarily equal two.

"I understand."

After saying that, Feng Sheng bowed and turned to leave.

Feng Sheng did not consider as many things as Zhu Yunhuan, nor did he want to judge which was right or wrong between the School of Mind and Confucianism, because safeguarding Zhu Yunhuan's interests was safeguarding the interests of the Huaixi Group.

Moreover, the Confucian demonstrations were a disrespect to the imperial court. Just for this one charge, you are being accused of contempt for the imperial court, punishable by death!

Even those who disrespect the court will be punished with beatings.

Not to mention the contempt for the imperial court, but also the gathering of a crowd to cause trouble, affecting public order, undermining the stability of the capital, and disrupting the lives of the people. This is simply a crime that cannot be forgiven!

So Feng Sheng didn't mind using their blood to add some color to next year's maple leaves in advance.

"Uncle Song, don't you think I'm too bloodthirsty? Once this order is passed down, many people in the world will die, including many innocent people." Zhu Yunhuan stopped Feng Sheng.

This time he was not called "Prime Minister".

Feng Sheng, who was about to leave, turned back after hearing Zhu Yunhuan's words.

"Your Highness is the sky of the Ming Dynasty. Your Highness's will is the fate of all living beings. The thing that this world lacks the most is innocent people who died. Your Highness should not have mercy on them. In this world, the weak will be trampled by the strong. If you don't want to be trampled, you can only become strong yourself. People who don't hold power are like leeks in the field, and can only be cut by sickles one by one. The person who holds power is the sickle, and Your Highness is the person holding the sickle."

Feng Sheng smiled slightly. He did not think that Zhu Yunhuan was bloodthirsty. The strong will become stronger and the weak will perish. This has always been the law of survival in this world where the strong prey on the weak.

"Uncle Song, do you really think so? Or are you afraid to tell the truth?" Zhu Yunhuan asked with a smile.

"Human life has always been as cheap as an ant. Kill them if you want. It's not that my words are cruel, but this world is cruel. Being ordinary is a sin, and being weak is the original sin!" Feng Sheng stroked his beard and did not try to sugarcoat the situation with Zhu Yunhuan.

As a king, you must be ruthless!

"So what do you think about the Confucian demonstrations?" Zhu Yunhuan came to Feng Sheng and asked.

Feng Sheng just smiled faintly, "It's just a joke. In front of the strong, the roar of the weak is a joke. Your Highness, you must know that only the weak will sympathize with the weak, and the strong hate and despise the weak.

If the Confucian scholars in the world had not been fooled, they would have distanced themselves from this group of angry weaklings parading in the streets, because sometimes staying away from the weak is also a way to avoid danger, and the anger of a group of weaklings will only end up with blood splashing all over themselves. "

In Feng Sheng's eyes, the Confucian scholars' march and demonstration was a joke.

No matter how strong the fortune of a doctrine, a family, or a sect is, it will never be stronger than the fortune of a country!

"A general's success is built on the blood of thousands of people. If you want to spread the School of Mind, you can't do it without blood and bones paving the way. I know that many innocent people will die in vain. I can't blame them for being unkind, I can only blame them for being stupid!"

Zhu Yunhuan gave the Confucians a way out. Whether they wanted it or not was none of Zhu Yunhuan's business.

Feng Sheng cupped his hands, "Your Highness, you are the emperor. Thunder, lightning, rain, and dew are all the emperor's grace! You can talk to them with a smile, and you can also turn your face and teach them the rules.

There is no right or wrong in this world, and there is no good or evil. Victory is the only criterion for judging right and wrong. Only the strong are worthy of talking about benevolence and righteousness, while the weak will only be despised. "

Zhu Yunxun nodded, "Thank you Uncle Song for your teachings."

"Your Highness is very talented. Even if I don't tell you, Your Highness will be able to understand it on his own. I'll take my leave." Feng Sheng turned and left.