Zhu Yuanzhang's words made Zhu Biao fall into silence.
The Confucius family is the descendant of the most holy teacher Confucius and is the spiritual totem of all scholars in the world. Just like the Emperor Zhou in the Spring and Autumn Period, although no one took him seriously, he was still the common master of the world.
If Zhu Yuanzhang treats Kong Kejian too much, it will not have a good influence on him and Ming Dynasty.
But since it was his father's decision, Zhu Biao could only respect it. He lowered his head and did not agree with Zhu Yuanzhang's words.
This subtle movement fell into the emperor's eyes, but he did not speak.
"When children grow up, they will always have their own ideas!"
"Go and arrange something..."
Zhu Yuanzhang calmly changed the topic, and Zhu Biao listened attentively.
"After Zhang Chenggong comes, the Huang Mansion will have to receive guests..."
Since Zhu Yuanzhang decided to use Zhang Yi to weave the identity of Huang He, he even prepared his own "house" in the capital.
If it weren't for Zhang Yi's trust in Zhang Yi, Lao Zhu wouldn't have been able to tell how long he could have kept this guy a secret.
Since Zhang Chenggang is coming to the capital, he naturally has to make some actions befitting a close friend.
The prince actually didn't quite approve of his extreme approach, Zhu Yuanzhang could tell, but Zhu Biao had his own ideas, so he was not unhappy.
A king is destined not to be a submissive person without any opinions. As for the ideological conflict between father and son, let time resolve it.
Zhu Biao did not disagree with Zhu Yuanzhang's action of teaching Yan Shenggong, but felt that the emperor's behavior might be too extreme.
So after Zhu Yuanzhang finished speaking, he nodded silently, turned around and left the East Pavilion.
The father knew what his son was thinking, and the son knew that his father knew what he was thinking. The father and son had a very tacit understanding and did not mention it.
Zhu Biao walked out of the East Pavilion, but he didn't know where he was going?
Only then did he realize that except for his father, there was no one he really wanted to talk to.
His brothers were too young to understand him, and besides his brothers, who could he talk to?
In his mind, Zhang Yi's face appeared involuntarily.
Although this brother is younger than his other brothers, he always makes him feel like he trusts him.
"My father wants to invite Uncle Zhang, why don't I go to my 'home' and invite brother Zhang Yi as a guest?"
It saves me the time when Master Zhang comes to my door, but I can’t even figure out where my own home is!”
After he gave himself a reason, he asked people to arrange for him to leave the palace. With his guards, Zhu Biao left the city and walked towards Qingxin Temple.
"Master Huang, you are here!"
The incense at Qingxin Temple is still appalling, and to say it is sparse is to speak highly of the Taoist temple.
Deng Zhongxiu, who was bored, was reciting Taoist scriptures in the main hall. When he saw Zhu Biao coming, he hurried out to greet him.
"Where's Zhang Yi?"
Zhu Biao followed the instructions and put five hundred coins in the merit box, and then asked about Zhang Yi's whereabouts.
"Junior brother is tinkering with his stuff in his room, and I'm not allowed in!"
"Okay, then I'll go in to find him, you stay here..."
After leaving the guards where they were, Zhu Biao entered the Taoist temple directly.
Zhang Yi was drawing some drawings on the paper. When he saw Zhu Biao coming in, he quickly put down his pen.
"Brother Huang, why are you free to come here today?"
"Go back and listen to the housekeeper. You went to see me at home. Today I remembered that I always come to your place as a guest. I haven't invited you to my house yet. Why don't you come to my house today?"
Zhang Yi agreed:
"Okay, I just want to go out for a walk! But Senior Brother Deng and I are not familiar with Tianfu, and it's not easy to enter the city. Today, I will go to the city with my brother to see the world!"
Zhu Biao smiled, Zhang Yi was a noisy kid, but being with him made people feel inexplicably relaxed.
Seeing Zhang Yi agree, he turned around and was about to leave.
The drawing on Zhang Yi's desk attracted his attention. There were pictures on this drawing that Zhu Biao couldn't understand. Although he couldn't understand it, the horizontal and vertical drawings Zhang Yi drew with a ruler made Zhu Biao feel... curious.
"This method of drawing is quite novel. What are you drawing?"
"I'm designing a septic tank and toilet for the Taoist temple..."
Things like the toilet did not arouse Zhu Biao's interest. He noticed that Zhang Yi's writing on the paper was actually pretty good.
"This is not a writing brush, brother, what are you...?"
"Pencils, I saw from the Book of Heaven that people in the future will use this kind of pens, so I followed suit and made a few..."
Zhang Yi also knew that he was not good at writing with a brush, so he still made a few pencils. However, he did not have good tools, so the quality of the pencils he made was not good, and the quantity was scarce.
Only when he was seriously drawing pictures and recording something important would Zhang Yi take out these pencils.
Did Zhang Yi learn the pen from the future from the Book of Heaven?
He put one away casually and said, "Give it to me..."
Although Zhang Yi's heart was bleeding, he could only agree.
The two of them left the Taoist temple and got on the carriage going to "Huang Mansion".
In the car, Zhang Yi clearly felt that something was wrong with Zhu Biao's condition.
"Brother Huang, are you worried?"
Zhang Yi saw Zhu Biao's absent-mindedness and asked aloud, and then he joked:
"Are you thinking about the Chang family girl again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it, remembering that this eldest brother was destined to have no fate with the Chang family, so why did he mention her properly?
Unexpectedly, Zhu Biao shook his head:
"No, I just have some disagreements with my father and I feel upset! I don't know if I should tell you..."
"Usually when you say something like this, you just want to say it!"
Zhang Yi smiled and saw through Zhu Biao's thoughts at a glance.
Zhu Biao's face turned red. The boy's words were indeed unreasonable, but he did have some doubts in his heart and wanted to ask Zhang Yi.
"Actually, this is the case. Today my father and I heard some gossip from the north, saying that the city of Qufu was destroyed... Our Majesty invited Yan Shenggong Kong Kejian to come to Beijing to meet the saint, but Yan Shenggong was ill and could not do it, so His Majesty asked Xu Da Even if the general personally escorts them, they will still send the Kong family to the capital!"
Zhang Yi couldn't laugh or cry when he heard this. The Huang family father and son were also interesting. The argument between the father and son was actually because Lao Zhu arrested that old boy Kong Kejian?
Does this have anything to do with the father and son?
"Then what? You started arguing?"
Zhang Yi was very interested and wanted to hear what Zhu Biao had to say.
Zhu Biao said:
"It's not that serious, it's just that we have different views on father. He is my father and I can't compete with him, so I feel a little depressed!"
Zhu Biao trusted Brother Zhang in front of him and expressed the subtle emotions in his heart.
Zhang Yi listened quietly.
"Although Sou feels that the Kong family is a little too much, after all... the other party is the descendant of the most holy teacher and the trust of scholars in the world, so your Majesty's actions can easily chill the hearts of scholars!
But my father said that the Kong family should be dealt with. I couldn't refute my father and could only be depressed alone...
By the way, brother, the Kong family is an aristocratic family like your Zhang family, and they have many connections in the previous dynasty. How do you think you would deal with Duke Yansheng if it were you? "
Zhu Biao's eyes were burning, hoping to get some recognition from Zhang Yi. Who knew that Zhang Yi looked at Zhu Biao like a fool:
"Kong Kejian, you are a traitor!"
Zhang Yi didn't give Zhu Biao any face!
