Ru Taisu directly compared Zhu Su with "Zhong Yong" in every sentence, and wanted to force Lao Zhu to send Zhu Su back to the main hall. Zhu Su was shocked, what kind of hatred or grudge? Why would a censor suddenly care about whether he went to the main hall?
Just when he was thinking about how to deal with it, Lao Zhu, who had been sitting upright, stood up at some point.
"So, Yushi Ru thinks that our previous decree was wrong and should be changed in the morning and evening?"
As soon as Lao Zhu said these words, Zhu Su felt relieved. The most worrying thing is that Lao Zhu also wants him to return to the main hall. Now that the words are so serious, there is definitely no chance of returning to the main hall. Sure enough, Ru Taisu's face turned pale again, and she hurriedly saluted and said: "Your Majesty, I have no such intention..."
"Ha, if you have read poetry and books, you are naturally much smarter than our emperor. You compare Lao Wu to Zhong Yong, so what should we compare to in your mind?"
"Isn't it supposed to be Zhong Yong's short-sighted father? Huh?"
There was a coldness in Lao Zhu's tone, and he was clearly expressing his dissatisfaction. Under the emperor's power, Ru Taisu was frightened and hurriedly knelt down.
These words are already heart-breaking. The emperor's reputation has been growing recently. If such a name that slanders the king spreads, the little reputation he has spent his whole life to gain will immediately be ruined. He has always regarded himself as a direct minister. Although he is frightened at this moment, can he sit still and wait for death? Gritting his teeth, he continued: "I don't dare. It's just that His Highness King Wu is still young. If he doesn't have a famous teacher to teach him..."
"How come our fifth brother doesn't have a famous teacher?" Old Zhu snorted, walked down the imperial steps step by step, and stood behind Zhu Su with his hands behind his back.
"I keep comparing him to Zhongyong, but in my heart I think our Lao Wu is far inferior to your Ru Yushi, who is well-read in poetry and books, right?"
"Let me tell you, our fifth child is not comparable to that idiot Zhong Yong. He is much smarter than you! Even smarter than everyone else in the world!"
Lao Zhu waved his sleeves and secretly pushed Zhu Su, asking Zhu Su to turn around and face the ministers.
"You think we exempted Lao Wu from going to the main hall to study. Why?"
"Don't we know how to study and be sensible? Don't we want our son to be knowledgeable and sensible?"
"Actually, it's because... Lao Wu already has a famous teacher! His master's background is so great that no one in the world can match him!"
"Since he already has a famous teacher, can we still force him to become a teacher in the main hall?"
"Another...is there another famous teacher?" Ru Taisu was stunned. Not only him, but many people in the court were confused by Lao Zhu's sudden move. Even Zhu Su himself looked at Lao Zhu in disbelief.
Famous teacher? Is it unmatched by anyone in the world? Who? I do not know how?
I always feel a familiar and ominous premonition...
"May I ask, Your Majesty, who is your teacher? The Master Song of Dabentang is a famous Confucian in the world, and he has dabbled in hundreds of schools of thought. Is there anyone in the world who is better than the Master Song in the way of teaching?" Ru Taisuyi He looked like he was asking questions humbly, but Zhu Su saw a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
Not to mention that Ru was too vegetarian, Zhu Su himself didn't believe that there was anyone more authoritative than Song Lian in the field of learning. What kind of bullshit is Lao Zhu boasting about?
"Is there another famous teacher? I heard that His Highness the Fifth Highness once made a 'whispering speech', completely misinterpreting the master's subtle words and great intentions. How can such behavior be taught by a famous teacher?"
"Otherwise, His Highness the Fifth Prince once wrote "Linjiang Immortal"..."
"Hey, poetry is just for entertainment. How can it be equated with the Dao..."
The civil servants below also began to whisper timidly, some believed it and some did not. But overall, there are still more people who don’t believe it.
After all, Zhu Su himself didn't believe it.
"Quiet!" Lao Zhu made a look, and another supervisory censor shouted knowingly, and the whispers in the palace just fell silent.
Seeing that no one was making any more noise, Lao Zhu glanced at him lightly, and Shi Shiran said to the ministers: "Of course you don't know Lao Wu's master. Speaking of which, even we have only met him a few times by chance. noodle."
"When we first met, it was already the time before Yuan Dynasty. At that time, we were only twenty-five years old."
Lao Zhu said, raising his eyes and staring into the void, as if he was reminiscing about the past. But the expressions of the officials in the palace have changed.
Twenty-five? The entire palace was filled with ministers from the Lao Zhu family, all of whom worked for Lao Zhu.
Naturally, one must be familiar with Lao Zhu's past.
When you were twenty-five years old, wasn't that right, wasn't that right...
Is this when you joined the Red Scarf Army?
This is the beginning of Zhu Yuanzhang’s legendary life, which is like cheating!
I've never heard you say anything about an old man before!
Sure enough, under the strange eyes of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, Lao Zhu began to make up... ah no, started to tell a story.
"At that time, we were still a monk at Huangjue Temple. The world was in chaos! We were a poor monk with no father, no mother, no roots and no skin. How could we know anything about the world?"
"Every day is nothing but a muddle-headed existence, ringing bells in the temple after a hungry meal."
It seemed that he really thought of that painful but simple life, and there was a look of nostalgia in Lao Zhu's eyes.
"That's when we met the old man."
"The old man has white hair and a childlike face, and is dressed in yellow clothes. He stands proudly in the wind, but he has a heroic spirit."
"At that time, I never saw that my heart was broken, and I couldn't help but come forward to make friends. The man looked at me up and down, but suddenly nodded. He said to me: What a hero! The rise and fall of China depends on it. On your body!"
Zhu Su rolled his eyes. I made up a story and complimented myself...
"Then, he asked us to go to Haozhou to look for Guo Zixing..."
The ministers below couldn't help but burst into an uproar again. His Majesty's fortune was actually guided by this person? How can it be? How is it possible for humans to do this? Could it be an immortal?
Immediately, several young civil servants came out to persuade the emperor to listen to the prophecy, which was not a good omen!
There was a Zhongshu Youcheng below, named Wang Pu, who suddenly shouted.
"Ah! Your Majesty! I have something to report to Your Majesty!"
"Previously, when I was supervising the craftsmen collecting stones on the Snake Tongue Rock in Jianchang, I saw a man in yellow standing on the rock and singing loudly!"
"The song goes like this: 'The dragon and the tiger are on top of the mountain, the red emperor rises again and conquers the six dynasties. At the end of eight hundred years, the king's spirit is restored, and Chonghua succeeds Yao of the Tang Dynasty.' Then he disappeared for a moment in full view of the public."
"I and hundreds of craftsmen have all seen it with their own eyes! I was about to draft the manuscript and submit it to Your Majesty, but now I think about it, could it be that this person is the person Your Majesty met at Huangjue Temple?"
After Wang Pu finished his report, everyone was in an uproar. Also the one in yellow? Or hundreds of people in person?
This...could he really be an immortal?
Zhu Su and Lao Zhu were also stunned. There was a flash of murderous intent in Lao Zhuhu's eyes, and he glanced slightly at Mr. Wang and then immediately hid it, looking like a surprise:
"Yes! Yes, it must be this old man! Hahahaha, I didn't expect that this old man would be in Jianchang!"
Now, even the civil servants who were supposed to come out to remonstrate with him became dubious.
(End of chapter)
