"Your Majesty, that prince has been quiet since he was a child and has a dull personality."
"I can't even talk to the other princes of the royal family."
"It's been like that for all these years."
Lynn replied.
"Seventeenth Brother's temperament has been the same since childhood."
The emperor sighed, suddenly thinking of the situation of his seventeenth brother.
"When my father established the country, he promised the imperial master."
"Let the Imperial Master choose one of my brothers to be his disciple."
"I didn't expect that the Imperial Master would fall in love with the newly born Seventeenth Brother..."
"Father, the emperor's golden words can only allow the seventeenth younger brother to follow the national master to practice Taoism."
"I didn't expect that Seventeenth Brother would be so obsessed with cultivation that he would harm this child."
The emperor shook his head and sighed.
"Your Majesty, having a father since he was a child is like having no father."
"My mother and concubine also died young and grew up alone."
"That's why I developed this temperament."
"Those two poems may not have been written by him."
Lynn said.
"Whether it was written by him or not, I will know by testing him."
The emperor smiled slightly.
No matter what, he wanted to find out who wrote these two poems?
Zhou Lang stood at the gate, still thinking about how a family could make a fortune.
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered his eyes.
He was so frightened that as soon as he stretched out his hand, he tore off the other person's fingers and screamed.
"It hurts... cousin, stop it!"
A young boy's exclamation sounded behind him.
Zhou Lang loosened his fingers and turned around to look.
I saw a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy wearing a blue brocade robe.
Average appearance, tall and thin.
Instead, he had a pair of bright eyes, looking like a hozen.
"Who are you……"
Zhou Lang asked doubtfully.
"Cousin, listen to Xiao Shunzi."
"Last time you suffered a head injury in the Imperial College."
"I forgot something. Did I even forget it?"
The young man looked at him in surprise.
"Are you Zhang Fu..."
Zhou Lang immediately remembered that he had specifically asked Xiao Shunzi for some information.
Knowing that he had few friends among the royal family.
If someone in the Imperial College takes the initiative to say hello to him.
There is only one person, Zhang Fu, the eldest grandson of Duke Qi.
Because Zhang Fu’s grandfather is Zhou Lang’s grandfather Zhang Ji!
The Duke of Qi, Zhang Ji, was the late emperor's favorite general and an old commander in the Zhou Empire.
At first, I strongly opposed my daughter's marriage to the Prince of Linping County, but His Majesty decreed that the marriage be granted.
The Duke of Qi had no choice but to accept it.
But I didn't expect that just over a year after the marriage, the prince was born.
The Prince of Linping County actually went to become a monk and practice Taoism!
The old man ran to the county prince's house angrily and made trouble for a while.
But nothing can be changed...
After all, this was the agreement between the founding emperor and the national preceptor.
In anger, the old man cut off all contact with the county prince's palace.
Since the death of the princess, the prince's palace and the Duke of Qi's palace have never had contact with each other.
"Brother Lang still remembers me."
"I can rest assured that."
"The door is about to open, let's go in."
Zhang Fu said with a smile.
"Uh...brother, after my head injury."
"Forgot a lot of things."
"Brother, please give me some reminders when we go in later."
When Zhou Lang saw him, he seemed to see a savior.
Even Xiao Shunzi told me, if you don't understand, just ask Zhang Fu.
The two entered the East Palace gate that had been opened.
Go directly to the Imperial Academy on one side...
Arriving at the door of a tall palace.
The schoolchildren handed the book boxes to the young masters and then stayed in the outer courtyard to wait.
Zhang Fu took the book box and led Zhou Lang into the garden outside the hall with the crowd.
The weather is sunny today, and there are large grass mats spread on the grass in the courtyard.
There are also tables and cases.
All the gentlemen sat cross-legged on the straw mat.
He took out his books and waited patiently for his teacher to come to teach.
Zhang Fu took Zhou Lang and sat in the last row.
"Brother Lang, you helped the little palace maid last time."
"The news has spread outside the palace. Zhou Xiangcheng was beaten angrily by His Highness the King of Han."
"That kid really deserves it!"
"I heard that Huang Cheng and Li Ben didn't get any good results either."
Zhang Fu said softly.
"No way, Zhou Xiangcheng didn't come to class today."
"It's because of the little palace maid's matter..."
Zhou Lang became even more confused after hearing this.
He thought those three boys were beaten because of the incident at Qingye Pavilion.
"I figured it out now."
"That little palace maid's name is Xiang Siwei."
"The Xiang family was sent to the East Palace by His Majesty's decree. She will soon become the crown prince's concubine."
"Zhou Xiangcheng and the others can't see clearly, but they actually provoked the Xiang family!"
Zhang Fu smiled disdainfully.
"What's going on with Xiang Jia?"
Zhou Lang asked quickly.
"The Xiang family is a relative of His Majesty."
"The previous generation of empresses came from the Xiang family."
"The current Queen is also from the Xiang family."
"Xiang Heming is your Majesty's most trusted disciple, Master Zuo Ling!"
"The little palace maid Xiang Siwei is the younger sister of the current queen."
Zhang Fu explained.
"No wonder Zhou Xiangcheng was beaten violently by King Han..."
Zhou Lang understood the situation.
"Stop talking, Master Lin is here."
Zhang Fu glanced ahead and quickly reminded him.
I saw an old man in a green shirt walking out of the hall carrying books and a ruler.
Sitting on the wooden couch in front of him, Lin En glanced at the students.
He took another look at the roster handed over by the chamberlain.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou Lang sitting at the back.
I couldn't help but feel speechless.
But how could a mere boy write such peerless poetry?
His Majesty actually listened to the rumors and insisted on letting him find a chance to test it out...
"The first class today is for me to teach poetry."
"I don't know if you are studying in the Imperial College."
"Is there any famous teacher in the mansion?"
"Everyone who has a master in the house, please raise your hands."
Lynn said.
Suddenly, more than twenty princes, ministers and disciples raised their right hands.
Even Zhang Fu, who was next to Zhou Lang, raised his hand.
Zhou Lang was the only one sitting there, and he had no one to teach him in the Prince's Mansion.
If there is a master, it is just the Qianniu Guard soldiers who call him Fist and Foot.
Zhou Lang thought for a while and looked at everyone raising their hands.
He thought about fooling him, just when he was about to raise his hand.
But he found a pair of sharp eyes staring at him at the moment.
"Zhou Lang."
Lynn directly named them.
"The students are here."
Zhou Lang stood up helplessly, lowered his hands and answered respectfully.
"You have only studied in the Imperial College since childhood."
"The mansion has never invited you to have any master."
"Is that so?"
Lynn asked.
His disciple, he has always been aware of the situation.
Zhou Lang's performance in the Imperial College has always been the worst.
But fortunately, this guy can't learn, but he never makes trouble.
With limited talent, Linn stopped asking questions.
But now, His Majesty is watching from inside the palace.
He had to take the order to test it out.
"Yes, Master, I have not hired any other teachers in my disciple's residence."
Zhou Lang answered honestly.
"You have studied in the Imperial College for many years."
"Never wrote any poetry, right?"
Lynn continued to ask.
At this time, all the students looked back.
I feel a little strange about Master today. Why is he caring so much about Zhou Lang?
