In the days after the political discussion, everyone in Chunan Pavilion felt uneasy.
The words discussed by Zhao Hao have been recorded in bamboo slips by historians, and even some of the deeds in the main hall have been spread throughout the palace.
Today Zhongxian went to the Hermitage Palace to pick up meals. The steward responsible for the distribution gave Chu Nange an unprecedented amount, which made him feel unreal.
I didn’t expect that it would be so easy to have a full meal.
In the past, Zhao Hao would eat and drink together and bring them some meat for toothpaste.
When Zhao Hao selected them in the Hermitage Palace, it was equivalent to saving them from suffering.
You must know that the slaves in the Hermitage Palace are the most humble and humble group of people, the kind that no one will ask about after they die.
From the day they stepped out of the Hermitage Palace, they made up their minds to be loyal to Zhao Hao to the death. No matter what Zhao Hao asked them to do, they would do it.
Because of this, they would not hesitate to carry out such a bold thing as Zhao Hao secretly digging a tunnel in the palace.
And Zhao Hao treated them like family members and never criticized them harshly.
Even the later Dahu and Erhu were treated equally by Zhao Hao.
This is also the reason why the entire Chu Nan Pavilion is highly unified in thinking, like a piece of iron.
Zhongxian was thinking when he suddenly heard someone laughing and cursing outside.
He quickly pulled the rope behind the door, then quickly walked outside and closed the wooden door.
The whole process is smooth and complete in one go, taking no more than three seconds.
After a while, Dahu came to report: "Prince Supervisor, you gentlemen are here."
"knew."
Zhongxian nodded calmly, and then secretly gave him an Oak gesture.
Dahu understood this and immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Erhu, please invite all the gentlemen in!"
"Brother Hao, what are you doing? After all, we are also your royal brothers. Why did you send someone to keep us out!?"
Gong Ziliang walked in first with a somewhat dissatisfied voice.
Following behind were Young Master Gao, Young Master Jiang Lu, and Young Master Ronglu.
Just listen to a 'crunch'.
The wooden door that had been closed by Zhongxian suddenly opened a crack, revealing a puzzled and surprised little head: "Why are the royal brothers here?"
Young Master laughed and said, "Ninth Brother said he hasn't seen you for several days and misses you very much, so he dragged us here!"
"What do you mean I miss Brother Hao?" Gongzi Liang said: "Aren't you guys clamoring to find Brother Hao? You also said nonsense like wanting to study. I don't see you working hard..."
"Want to learn?" Zhao Hao became even more confused.
Young Master Jianglu explained with a smile: "Actually, the ninth brother said he was too busy, and the third brother said he wanted to learn something. As soon as we all figured it out, we came to find you!"
"Don't get involved with me, I was dragged here by you!" Young Master Ronglu defended in a sullen voice.
"hehe."
The four of them smiled at each other and ignored it.
"Come in and sit down!"
Zhao Hao opened the wooden door and welcomed the four royal brothers in.
No matter what reason they came to him for, he couldn't turn them away.
After all, I will have to eat and drink with them in the future.
We must not do anything that would ruin our jobs.
"Ahem..." Zhao Hao sat in the main seat, coughed slightly, glanced at the four royal brothers, and said calmly: "As the saying goes, we don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything, we brothers, it's better not to play tricks. Just explain your intention directly!"
"this...."
The four of them didn't expect Zhao Hao to be so direct, so they couldn't help but look at each other.
Finally, Young Master Gao took the lead and spoke: "To be honest, Brother Hao, this is what happened. We are here to inform you that classes will resume tomorrow!"
"Classes resume?!"
When Zhao Hao heard what Young Master Gao said, his eyes widened suddenly and he blurted out: "Isn't Chunyu Yue dead?!"
"...."
Young Master Gao looked shocked, and the other three people all had surprised faces.
"Well....."
Zhao Hao quickly realized his slip of the tongue, grinned awkwardly, and then pretended to be nonchalant and said: "Who will teach us?"
Young Master Gao took a deep look at Zhao Hao and wondered whether Chun Yuyue's death was caused by the boy not wanting to go to class.
But he didn't dare to say anything without evidence, so he added: "Last time Chunyu Yue was angry with Brother Hao, my father came to Wensi Pavilion to test our homework!"
"Then what?"
"Then he said he would choose a foreign master for us, and it must be this person!"
"Third brother, you don't know who this person is?" Zhao Hao frowned.
"I just didn't know, so I came to see you!" Young Master Liang said hesitantly.
"You came to me because you didn't know?"
Zhao Hao tilted his head: "What does this mean?"
"We all know about Brother Hao's talents, so we would like to ask Brother Hao to help us..." Young Master Jiang Lu said.
"How can I help you? Can you finish it all at once? I'm so worried!" Zhao Hao said impatiently.
"How else can I help?"
Young Master Ronglu sneered: "They just want you to make the teacher angry like last time!"
"Angry teacher?"
Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment and seemed unable to react.
But the young master smiled sarcastically and said, "We feel that it is boring to listen to Hao Di's classes and other teachers' classes. We might as well learn from Hao Di..."
"How is this possible!!"
Zhao Hao stood up in confusion and looked at the four royal brothers in disbelief.
The last time he taught the four royal brothers, it was so that they could complete their homework without being punished.
Listen!
Is this human language?
He actually let himself get angry at the new teacher chosen by the First Emperor!
Is it true that as soon as the First Emperor's sword was put down, he couldn't pick it up again?
He doesn't want to, he refuses.
So I was going to call Zhongxian to come in and see off the guests.
At this moment, Young Master Gao hurriedly said: "Brother Hao, the foreign master my father has chosen this time is actually here for you!"
"?" A question mark slowly appeared on Zhao Hao's forehead, and he couldn't help but said coldly: "Third brother, what do you mean by this? Could it be that I didn't agree to you, so you said this deliberately to stimulate me?"
"If my brother is so open-minded, I won't have the shame to come to Brother Hao."
Young Master Gao smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying: "Brother Hao helped us last time, so of course we have to reciprocate..."
"That's right!"
Young Master Jianglu nodded and said, "We have been surprised since the last time our father came to Wensi Pavilion!"
"Surprised?" Zhao Hao was puzzled.
Young Master Gao asked meaningfully: "Brother Hao, do you know how long it has been since your father came to Wensi Pavilion?"
Zhao Hao frowned and asked, "How long?"
"Not once!"
"What's the meaning?"
Gong Ziliang winked and said, "It means that before you entered Wensi Pavilion, my father had never been to Wensi Pavilion, not even when my eldest brother was studying. Do you know what this means?"
"What does it mean?" Zhao Hao asked subconsciously.
"It means you are being targeted by your father! You don't even understand this?!" Young Master Ronglu said angrily.
Zhao Hao glanced at Young Master Ronglu, and then heard Young Master General Lu say: "Brother Hao, we are all doing this for your own good. Don't you want to work hard? My father is eyeing you, what should I do?"
"this....."
Zhao Hao was stunned and said: "You are being targeted now?"
"Otherwise? With Brother Hao's talents, how could my father leave Brother Hao alone? Maybe this foreign master came to make things difficult for Brother Hao on purpose!"
Gong Ziliang shrugged and said, "Brother Hao also knows our talents. As you said, mud can't hold up a wall!"
Zhao Hao: "..." There is still something in mind.
"Who are you calling the mud? You are the mud!" Young Master Ronglu immediately retorted.
Zhao Hao: "..." He didn't know what to think.
