The father and son came to a secluded place. Zhu Su quickly walked a few steps and came to Lao Zhu: "Father, what happened in the court again?"
"Chaotang..." Lao Zhu's voice faltered, and he was almost led astray by this guy. "What court! Let's talk about your business first!"
"The main hall is the palace's academy! Is it for you to sleep?"
"I... I'm not doing it for you, my father?" Zhu Su activated the knock-down skill. "These past few days, haven't I been busy writing down some things that may be useful?"
"Mr. Song talks about it every day, and everyone is almost turning into a nerd when he hears it."
"Before I become stupid, I must copy down everything I can still remember that is related to the future of our country in the Ming Dynasty?"
"If we forget, it will be a huge loss to me, Daming!"
Zhu Laowu shamelessly exaggerated his own value.
"Oh?" Lao Zhu became interested as expected. "Have you been copying these these days?"
"That's not true!" Zhu Su quickly took advantage of the situation and got online. "Father, my son has worked hard!"
"The morning classes here at Dabentang are very early, and the classes are very late. It's already dark when we get to the courtyard."
"We only have a waiter named Xiang Deng next to us, and that old man is illiterate... I have to stay up all night to work every night, and my eyes have become blind!"
"Look, look, it's still red!"
As he spoke, he opened his eyes to show Lao Zhu.
"Oh! It's really a little red..." Lao Zhu was indeed a little distressed. Zhu Biao behind him twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.
Did you stay up late to stay popular? It was obvious that he had just woken up and was red!
"Then what? Where are the things you copied?" Lao Zhu asked expectantly. He was at a loss for several days, but he needed some effective and immediate methods.
When you go to court, don't you just want to ask Lao Wu?
"Don't worry, father." Zhu Su interrupted Lao Zhu's expectations.
"Father, is it time to fulfill what you promised me earlier?"
"What's the matter?" Lao Zhu frowned, but he didn't expect that Zhu Su would dare to negotiate terms with him. "What's up?"
"There's no need to come to the main hall!" Zhu Su said.
"When I come to the main hall every day, how can I have time to recall the important events in my previous life? After a while, I'm afraid I will forget them all!"
"Didn't you promise me? As long as I prove that I am a time traveler, you will allow me not to come to the main hall..."
"When did we say that?" Lao Zhu's eyes widened, and the anger just now returned.
"We forgot to mention you! You actually slept during school!"
"Do you want to be ignorant and ignorant?"
"Am I still ignorant?" Zhu Su called out to Tianqu. "Father, in my previous life, I went to school for nearly twenty years!"
"What's more, what nonsense is all his knowledge! He only teaches people in a roundabout way. I received the compulsory education of later generations, and I am naturally at odds with old masters like them!"
"How can I possibly listen to it?"
"Fifth brother! Don't say such arrogant words!" But Zhu Biao was not happy. Song Lian was also his teacher. He always respected his teachers and regarded himself as a disciple of Confucianism.
Naturally, he couldn't bear to hear Zhu Su slandering his husband like this.
Zhu Su ignored him. Now is the critical moment for him to face the future life of peace and quiet. He looked at the angry Lao Zhu with expectant eyes and said earnestly: "Father! The knowledge of Neo-Confucianism should not be used to teach the prince!"
"Look at what Zhu Xi said. What about 'preserving heaven's principles and destroying human desires', and what 'the king is the guide of his ministers'."
"To put it bluntly, this is knowledge taught to ministers! It is used to imprison people's thoughts!"
"Is it suitable for people in the Zhu family to listen to?"
"Besides, this thing can't teach any true Confucianism, it's just a piece of Taoist pie hanging high. Master Zhu himself, the bad thing about picking off ashes has been passed down for hundreds of years!"
"Fifth brother!" Zhu Biao was really unhappy. His teacher was a great scholar in Neo-Confucianism, and these few words from Lao Wu almost completely removed the fig leaf of Neo-Confucianism.
Lao Zhu was inexplicably surprised. He looked at Zhu Biao, thinking that Queen Ma had also said that Lao Wu had told her that Master Song's knowledge was too pedantic and was not suitable to be taught to Biao'er.
Is Lao Wu vaguely reminding himself?
Could it be that after Biao'er ascended the throne, he did some foolish things because he was too ignorant?
When I think about it, my thoughts can't help but wander: In the late Ming Dynasty, corrupt and corrupt officials were everywhere. Could it be that Biao'er had such a good start because he believed in those literati who talked about benevolence, justice and morality?
Lao Zhu's face suddenly turned dark!
"Dad...Dad?" Zhu Biao looked confused when his father suddenly glared at him. What's wrong with me? I just said a few words...
Could it be that love... will disappear?
"Don't interrupt first!" Although he was concerned about Zhu Biao's affairs, how could Lao Zhu fail to see Zhu Laowu's plan, which was to attack in the east and divert trouble to the east!
"What we are talking about now is that you don't study well in class!"
"We don't care. When we go back later, you have to take care of that pretty boy for us!"
"Otherwise, our old face will be completely disgraced by you brothers!"
"Baby face?" It was Zhu Su's turn to be confused. He had just been catching up on his sleep, so he didn't know what a pretty boy was. "Who?"
"He is Mr. Song's disciple." Zhu Biao was kind-hearted after all. He was afraid that his father would lose his temper again, so he quickly gave some advice. "The one I brought today."
"Oh. Him." It seems that I heard that Master Song would bring a disciple who was about the same age as them, saying that he would let them see the children studying outside.
When I came out, I did see a young man kneeling behind Old Man Song.
"As long as I beat him, Father, you will allow me not to come to the main hall, right?" Zhu Su geared up. Isn't it just to earn face for my father?
Master, I'm going to do some small scientific problems and experiments. Are you afraid that I can't bring down that indigenous boy from the Ming Dynasty?
People who travel through time can easily start a sect!
To deal with a young man is to kill a chicken with a butcher's knife!
"Whether you need it or not depends on your performance!" Lao Zhu snorted coldly. "Anyway, if you can't handle it."
"Don't mention not studying!"
"Fifth brother. Mr. Song's disciple is a famous child prodigy in Beijing..." Zhu Biao couldn't help but remind him.
"What's wrong with the prodigy?" Zhu Su was confident. "I am a time traveler who specializes in prodigies!"
In this life, I am only over ten years old.
Is there anyone more divine than me?
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"May I ask Your Highness, how do you explain 'what the rich and noble people want'?" Song Lian asked.
The place was the study room of the main hall, and Lao Zhu sat upright with a dark face. Song Lian was sitting on the side seat, and a group of princes below looked like a cat after seeing a mouse under Lao Zhu's gaze, all of them were trembling with fear.
Hearing Master Song ask this question, Zhu Fan, who was sitting in front of Zhu Su, couldn't help but let out an "ah".
