During this time, rebellions broke out in several states. Emperor Wu of Zhou was always busy with political affairs and rarely went to the harem or cared about his sons. Since I encountered it today, let me take care of it by the way.
Emperor Wu of Zhou took his sons to the Imperial Garden. Starting from the third prince, I started to care. It is said to be concerned, but in fact it is to examine the homework.
Zhao Yao, who was sitting at the end, lowered his head, his face full of despair. He knew it would be like this. He regretted watching the show. He shouldn't have watched the seventh brother and ninth brother fight. Really, couldn't Seventh Brother and Ninth Brother choose a place where only the two of them were to fight, causing them to be implicated.
The eighth prince noticed Zhao Yaoyan'er chirping, raised his hand and touched his arm gently, and asked in a low voice: "Tenth brother, are you okay?"
Zhao Yao raised his head and said to the Eighth Prince with a bitter look on his face: "No, I'm very bad."
The Eighth Prince knew what Zhao Yao was afraid of, so he smiled at him reassuringly: "It will be okay."
Zhao Yao could only respond to the eighth prince with a dry smile.
The third prince's homework was pretty good and he passed the assessment of Emperor Wu of Zhou Dynasty. Not to mention the fourth prince. The fifth prince's homework was pretty good, and the sixth prince's was a little worse, but he still passed the test.
When it was the Eighth Prince's turn, Emperor Zhou Wu's attitude immediately changed, and his face became colder than before. Emperor Wu of Zhou was not happy with the eighth prince's son. Back then, Emperor Wu of Zhou was drunk, and the eighth prince's mother-in-law took the opportunity to climb onto the dragon's bed. The eighth prince's mother-concubine originally thought that if she was pregnant with a dragon seed, she would be able to fly on a branch and become a phoenix. Unfortunately, Emperor Wu of Zhou hated people like her the most.
Even if the eighth prince's mother concubine gave birth to the eighth prince, Emperor Zhou Wu did not promote her as a concubine. It is said that one loves Wujiwu but also hates Wujiwu. Because Emperor Wu of Zhou disliked the eighth prince's biological mother, he also disliked the eighth prince's son.
The Eighth Prince had long been accustomed to Emperor Zhou Wu's indifferent attitude. He pretended to be frightened and stumbled to answer Emperor Wu of Zhou's questions.
Seeing that the eighth prince was so timid, Emperor Wu of Zhou disliked him even more. After asking a few questions, he waved the eighth prince back.
When the eighth prince returned to his seat, his face was a little pale, and Zhao Yao smiled slightly at him. The Eighth Prince responded with a weak smile.
"Xiao Shi, come here."
Zhao Yao's heart skipped a beat, then he stood up and walked to Emperor Zhou Wu with heavy steps.
Emperor Wu of Zhou couldn't help laughing when he saw his youngest son's tragic look about to go to the battlefield: "Why, are you so afraid of seeing me?"
"No, no..." At this time, he really didn't want to see his father.
"Come here." Emperor Zhou Wu waved to Zhao Yao, gesturing for him to come closer.
Zhao Yao bravely walked to Emperor Zhou Wu. As he expected, his face was pinched.
Emperor Wu of Zhou kneaded and rubbed his little son's chubby face in various ways, as if he had found some fun toy.
Zhao Yao's pink and jade face was rubbed and deformed by Emperor Wu of Zhou.
Emperor Wu of Zhou pinched his youngest son's chin and ordered in an unceremonious manner: "Give me a smile."
Zhao Yao: "..."
"Xiao Shi, give me a smile."
Zhao Yao was speechless for a while, then asked: "Do you want to pay me?" If you want him to laugh, you should at least pay him.
Emperor Zhou Wu didn't expect Zhao Yao to say such words, and was stunned. After a while, he came back to his senses and asked with a smile: "How much do you want?"
Zhao Yao raised a finger.
"A penny?"
"A lot of money." As a prince, his smile must be worth a lot of money, otherwise it would be too disrespectful to his status as a prince.
"If you have a nice smile, I will give you a lot of money." Emperor Wu of Zhou poked the corner of Zhao Yao's mouth, "Come on, give me a smile."
As soon as he heard that he was really given ten guan of money, Zhao Yao immediately laughed, with a cute dimple showing at the left corner of his mouth.
Seeing the dimple on the left corner of his youngest son's mouth, Emperor Zhou Wu was stunned for a moment, then poked his dimple with his hand.
"Father, please stop poking." Zhao Yao was dissatisfied with Emperor Zhou Wu's constant poking of his dimples. "If you poke again, the dimples will get bigger."
Zhao Yao's words stunned Emperor Zhou Wu, and a look of nostalgia appeared on his face. When he was a child, he liked to poke the dimple on the left corner of his elder brother's mouth, and his elder brother once said that his dimple would get bigger when poked.
"If you want to poke, just poke on the right side, maybe you can make a dimple." Zhao Yao has always been dissatisfied with the fact that he has a dimple. For him, two dimples are the way to go. There is only one dimple and it is asymmetrical. When he is fine, he likes to poke the right corner of his mouth, hoping to make a dimple.
Emperor Wu of Zhou poked the right corner of Zhao Yao's mouth: "Xiao Shi, I heard from my husband that you can't study well."
Well……
Zhao Yao felt nervous and said bravely: "My son is stupid."
Emperor Wu of Zhou kept poking the right corner of Zhao Yao's mouth with his hand. He said with disgust, "How could I have a son as stupid as you?"
"My son is stupid."
"I am extremely smart, and all the sons I gave birth to are smart, but you are not smart." Emperor Wu of Zhou said helplessly, "You are really nothing like me."
Zhao Yao complained in his heart, I'm really sorry for you.
"Father, why don't you put me back and let my mother-in-law give birth to me again, maybe I will become smarter."
Zhao Yao's words were also unexpected by Emperor Zhou Wu. He laughed: "Hahahahaha..." He reached out and poked his youngest son's forehead again, and said funnyly, "You look so stupid, you can't stuff it back and be reborn." You won’t get smarter.”
"My son also wants to be smart, but he wants to sleep as soon as he studies." Zhao Yao said with great grievance.
"You are still wronged." Emperor Zhou Wu pinched his youngest son's face, then let him go and let him stand still, "If you don't answer well, I will punish you."
"Father, you don't need to test me, just punish me." Zhao Yao said with great self-knowledge.
"I'll test you first."
"Then you take the test."
Next, Emperor Wu of Zhou asked a question, and Zhao Yao answered. Zhao Yao could only answer half of the questions.
Emperor Wu of Zhou flicked Zhao Yao's forehead with his finger and said, "You are really stupid."
Zhao Yao pursed his lips and said, "I told you to punish me directly. If you insist on testing me...it hurts..." Before he could finish his words, his face was pinched by Emperor Zhou Wu again.
"You're still reasonable."
"My son doesn't dare."
"The Analects of Confucius is so simple, but you can't recite it." Emperor Wu of Zhou stretched out his hand and pulled Zhao Yao's chubby little face, and said with a smile, "Well, you copy the Analects of Confucius a hundred times."
"What?!" Zhao Yao screamed.
"Copy it a hundred times and you should be able to memorize it." Emperor Wu of Zhou patted his youngest son's face gently, but what he said next was extremely cruel, "If you can't remember it after copying it a hundred times, then Copy it two hundred times.”
"Father, just kill me." Are you kidding me? Copying "The Analects" a hundred times will cost him his life. "Ouch..." His forehead was hit hard again.
"Copy it for me a hundred times honestly, and I will check it."
"Father, I have just started reading, and I still can't write many words. You asked me to copy it a hundred times. I will copy it until the year of the monkey."
"That's right. You can also use the year of the monkey, the horse and the moon." Emperor Wu of Zhou said, "I will give you one month. If you find someone to copy it for you, I will let you copy it five hundred times."
Zhao Yao, who had just wanted the Eighth Prince to help him copy, froze. He said helplessly: "It's so cruel. Father, you treat me like this, won't your conscience hurt?"
"No." Emperor Wu of Zhou patted his youngest son's head and said, "Get out of here."
"Father, can we have a discussion?" Zhao Yao smiled flatteringly at Emperor Zhou Wu, "I don't want the money just now, so you can punish me less and punish me by copying fifty times, okay?"
"I didn't say I would give you a lot of money." Emperor Wu of Zhou said disgustedly, "You were so ugly when you laughed just now, I'm not satisfied with it."
Zhao Yao was shocked by Emperor Zhou Wu's shamelessness: "Father, how can you keep your words?"
"If you argue again, copy it two hundred times."
When Zhao Yao heard this, he was so scared that he shut his mouth tightly, but his face was full of anger.
"get out."
Zhao Yao returned to his seat bitterly. He cursed in his heart. He knew that his father, a shameless bastard, would not let him go. He copied "The Analects" a hundred times. Does this mean he had to cut off his hand? It was really too much.
Emperor Wu of Zhou had been out for a while, and it was time to go back and review the memorial. That's all he cared about his sons, after all, he had so many things to do.
