Zhu Zhanji doesn't care about so much. He finally found the opportunity and he will never give up! Today he came to visit Princess Anqing. When he walked to the door, he was still worried about how to make a request to Han Du. He didn't expect that Han Du would take the initiative to send excuses to the door. How could he be polite?
"I have always heard about the academy's reputation and have always longed for it." Zhu Zhanji said while carefully staring at Han Du's expression, ready to change his tone immediately if there was anything wrong.
"It's a pity that my blessings are shallow. I will never have the opportunity to study in the academy in this life. I wonder if my great-aunt will allow me to go to the academy to experience it?" Han Du slowly took a sip of tea, not wanting to answer Zhu Zhanji directly.
But Zhu Zhanji stared at Han Du reluctantly, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he asked: "Just now, my great-aunt said that we are a family. Now he won't even agree to this small request, right?" Han Du looked at Zhu Zhanji's half-smiling smile and knew without even thinking that he was definitely not holding back any good news.
But as he said, this is indeed a small thing. Zhu Zhanji just wanted to be in the hospital. If I don't even agree to this, then...if word spreads, others will think that I am too unkind.
Although he was unhappy, Han Du had no choice but to nod in agreement. After pausing for a few seconds, Han Du continued: "Of course you can go to the academy if you want. The academy is waiting for you at any time."
"Thank you, great aunt." Zhu Zhanji was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly raised his hands and saluted, and a big stone fell to the ground in his heart.
While the two were chatting, An Qing walked in and told them that the banquet was ready. After hearing this, Han Du stood up and said to Zhu Zhanji: "You have been away from the Ming Dynasty for many years. Go and try the food to see if there is any difference between the food and the food in America."
"Being respectful is worse than obeying orders." Zhu Zhanji smiled and bowed his hands. A dinner party where guests and hosts enjoy themselves. Early the next morning, Han Du was still thinking about how to deal with Zhu Zhanji going to the academy.
A clerk from the machinery workshop hurriedly came to the house and declared that he was eager to see the Duke of Zhen. Uncle Han did not dare to neglect and quickly found Han Du.
"Is there something urgent at the workshop? Do you know what it is?" Han Du glanced at the panting Fifth Uncle and lowered his brows slightly. He didn't think there could be anything big going on at the workshop.
Sun Xian manages the workshop very well, and there has never been any problem for so many years.
"Well... I was negligent, I didn't have time to ask..." Uncle Han couldn't help but look embarrassed and said with a guilty conscience.
Han Du glanced at his fifth uncle. In the past, his fifth uncle would ask questions before reporting to him, but recently, his fifth uncle occasionally forgot.
Maybe it was because of his age, but Han Du didn't care. If you forget, just forget it. At worst, you should pay more attention. You have no intention of blaming Uncle Wu at all, and you have never thought about replacing him as the butler.
The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old.
"Where is he? Take me there." Uncle Wu immediately bowed and replied: "The man is at the door. I asked him to come in, but he refused to die!" The man worked in a machinery workshop and had a natural affinity for the government. Awe.
Although Han Du didn't mind them coming in, the guys still wouldn't easily step into the gate of the Zhenguo Palace.
In their minds, they thought that with their low status, how could they step into the gate of the Zhenguo Palace?
They can't afford it if it pollutes the courtyard.
"Let's go." Han Du tugged on his sleeves, waved his hands and walked quickly towards the door. Uncle Han Wu quickly followed.
As soon as Han Du stepped out of the threshold, he saw a man wearing a plain blue cotton shirt, pacing back and forth at the door with his hands folded, very anxiously.
When Han Du saw the guy, he was pacing with his back to the door.
"What happened at the machinery workshop?" Han Du asked softly. When the waiter heard the sound, he was shocked and turned around quickly. The moment he saw the Duke of Zhen Guo, he immediately knelt down and said, "The common people pay homage to the Duke."
"Get up." He came to the waiter in two steps and waved his hand above his face: "What happened? You are so anxious to see me?" The waiter immediately stood up and said quickly: "Sir, go to the workshop quickly. Please advise Mr. Sun, he is about to beat someone to death." Beat someone to death?
Who to hit? Han Du knew that Sun Xian was a very gentle person, like a gentleman. After knowing him for so many years, he had never seen him hit anyone.
Who on earth angered a good old man like Sun Xian, and how? Originally, Han Du was a little worried about something happening in the machinery workshop, but now he felt relieved when he heard that it was Sun Xian who hit someone.
Being able to anger such a calm-tempered person like Sun Xian, such a person deserves to die, right? Seeing that Han Du was motionless, the man became even more anxious and said quickly: "Master, we really can't delay any longer, someone will be killed..." Seeing that what he said was so serious, Han Du was silent for a second.
"Let's go and see what's going on." Machinery workshop. The guy led the way, and as soon as he reached the entrance of the research institute, Han Du heard heavy snapping sounds.
Han Du's face darkened, with a surprised expression on his face. Could it be that Sun Xian, who had always been gentle and gentle, was really beating someone?
A gentleman speaks but does not act. Sun Xian has always been strict and self-disciplined in his words and deeds. Han Du couldn't help but become curious, who and what could make Sun Xian so angry.
As he took a step forward, he saw Sun Xianzheng raising the ruler high and falling on the kneeling person.
"Stop!" Han Du shouted, speeding up and trotting over. When Sun Xian heard Han Du's voice, he immediately turned around and was stunned.
Han Du rushed forward, hugged Sun Xian's arm, forcibly snatched the ruler from his hand, and said angrily: "What are you doing?" Not only was Sun Xian not angry, but his face was very ashamed, as if he was not angry. His face looked like Han Du's, and he turned his head to avoid it.
Han Du looked down at the kneeling man and saw blood stains seeping out of his clothes. He immediately raised his head and cursed at the Sun Xian disciples next to him: "Are you all dead? Don't you know how to stop your teacher?" Several people were so scolded by Han Du that they could not raise their heads and avoided Han Du's gaze.
They wanted to dissuade him, and they went up to dissuade him. But before he even got close to Sun Xian, he was hit back with a ring ruler, and now his arms are still feeling pain.
Han Du let out a breath and looked down at the kneeling person. This was also a disciple of Sun Xian, but Han Du couldn't remember his name.
Looking at the blood stains on his clothes, Han Du suddenly turned his head and yelled at the waiter: "What are you doing there? Didn't you see that no one was injured here? Why don't you go and call the doctor?"
"Oh! Okay, okay, little one, let's go right now!" The boy turned around too fast, staggered and almost fell, and ran out to call the doctor.
