"Grandpa, are you going to die?"
The little guy has a milky voice and his big eyes are full of innocence.
Zhu Jianshen was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Where did you hear these words?"
"My grandson saw grandma wiping her tears." Zhu Houzhao pursed his lips and said, "Grandpa, are you really going to die?"
He read some books, recognized some words, and knew what death meant.
Zhu Jian was silent for a moment, then smiled again and said: "Everyone will die, this is inevitable."
"Then I can do it too?" The little guy's attention was diverted as expected, his little face was full of fear.
Zhu Jianshen was amused and scolded with a smile: "Look at your courage."
"My grandson doesn't want to die." Zhu Houzhao frowned, "I don't want to be buried in the soil..."
As he said that, he started crying, "Grandpa, are you going to bury it in the ground?"
Zhu Jianshen was speechless for a moment, raised his hand and touched his grandson's head, and said with a smile: "Let's go, grandpa will take you outside to play Cuju."
"Well, okay." Zhu Houzhao wiped his tears, pulled his grandfather's sleeve and walked out.
Children's emotions come and go quickly. As soon as they kick the ball, they are no longer sad.
Zhu Jianshen sat on the chair, holding his crutches with both hands, looking at this scene with a smile, a smile on his lips, and his face was filled with relief and nostalgia.
'My grandson has grown up...'
"Grandpa, catch the ball!" Zhu Houzhao raised his foot and kicked hard.
The ball rolled straight towards Zhu Jianshen.
His rickety body immediately straightened up, he stood up on crutches and said, "Connect it."
He hadn't exercised for a long time, and he couldn't control his strength and angle. The ball flew directly into the air, and the angle deviated too much.
Zhu Houzhao's face was nervous, and his eyes were full of kickballs. He ran back while predicting where the kickball would land.
"Bang!"
"Ouch." Zhu Houzhao bumped into the stomach of Li Qing who had just come in and almost fell down.
Li Qing supported him and said with a smile: "Don't you care about others?"
'Da da...' The ball bounced on the floor a few times and rolled far away. Zhu Houzhao failed to catch the ball and hummed with an unhappy face:
"If it weren't for you, I would have caught the ball."
"..."
"Okay Hou Zhao." Zhu Jianshen interrupted his grandson's rude behavior and said with a smile, "Why are you here so early today?"
"I came here when I had nothing to do." Li Qing let go of Zhu Houzhao and walked forward, "Let's go to the inner hall for acupuncture."
"I'll do the acupuncture later." Zhu Jianshen sat down with a smile and said to his eldest grandson, "You have fun while grandpa chats with Divine Doctor Li."
"Oh, okay." Zhu Houzhao wrinkled his nose at Li Qing again, expressing his displeasure, and then continued to play...
Zhu Jianshen's eyes were full of grandsons, and while chatting with Li Qing, they all talked nonsense...
Perhaps, when people reach this stage, they like this.
Li Qing did not interrupt him or refute him. Regardless of whether he was right or wrong, he tried his best to follow him. Li Qing always had a high tolerance for Zhu Jianshen.
for a long time,
Zhu Houzhao finally got tired of playing. He trotted over and thought of his grandfather's illness.
"Um...you, you can cure Grandpa Huang's disease, right?" Zhu Houzhao asked.
"Prince, don't worry, I will do my best." Li Qing said.
Zhu Houzhao frowned and said dissatisfied: "The imperial doctor also said that he would try his best, but Grandpa Huang's body still can't be cured. What I'm asking is, can you be cured?"
"Okay Houzhao, we have played and played, it's time to study." Zhu Jianshen sent his grandson away, "Zhang Yong, wipe the prince's sweat, and then go to the palace to study after the sweat dries."
"Yes, I obey the order." Zhang Yong hurriedly took out his handkerchief and carefully wiped the prince's sweat. Then, he persuaded softly, "Your Highness, it's time to go to school."
Zhu Houzhao nodded sadly, "Goodbye, Grandpa Huang."
"Well, go ahead." Zhu Jianshen nodded with a smile.
Zhu Houzhao followed Zhang Yong and took two steps out, then stopped, turned around, and with a stern face, he said in a frightening way: "If you can't cure Grandpa Huang, I will chop off your head."
"..."
"...Go on, go on." Zhu Jianshen hurriedly chased people away.
"Children are like this, don't be as knowledgeable as him." Zhu Jianshen stood up and said, "Let's go to the inner hall to talk."
~
After some acupuncture, Zhu Jianshen's complexion improved slightly, and he leaned on the bedside with a calm expression.
The two chatted for a while, then Mrs. Ji came, and then Zhu Youtang, who was busy with government affairs, also came.
When he saw Li Qing, he was so angry that he said directly: "I asked you to be an official, but you don't deserve it. Why are you running around? If you don't say goodbye, do you still have your father in your eyes? Huh?"
He was very worried about Li Qing sneaking away.
Li Qing curled his lips secretly, but said, "The common people are guilty, please punish me."
"You..." Zhu Youtang flicked his wide sleeves angrily and said, "You can't run away again this time."
Just kidding, Li Qing is his doctor at the moment. If he accuses Li Qing, will his illness be cured?
No matter how angry Zhu Youtang was, he had to endure it.
"Has the Emperor's medicine been prescribed?"
"Not yet. I'm thinking about it. Let's adjust it first." Li Qing said, "It's a medicine that contains three parts of poison. You should be careful when using medicine..."
As he spoke, he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Your Majesty, have you controlled your sugar intake in these years?"
Zhu Youtang's fat face heated up and he hummed: "Diagnosis and treatment for the Supreme Emperor is the most important thing, don't be half-hearted."
As soon as he heard what he said, Li Qing understood that he had indulged again and said calmly:
"The Emperor has a saying: If a person cannot control his mouth, he will accomplish nothing."
"You...!" Zhu Youtang was furious, but he did not dare to refute the words. His father said this, how could his son refute it?
The man named Li bullied me too much... Zhu Youtang suppressed the anger in his heart, simply ignored Li Qing, and turned to care about his father's physical condition...
~
Qianqing Palace, side hall.
Zhu Houzhao held his chin, biting the pen holder in his mouth, and turned a deaf ear to the lecturer's saliva flying everywhere.
The prince, like his father, did not live in the East Palace, but in the side hall of Qianqing Palace.
Same treatment, but very different circumstances. Zhu Houzhao lived in Qianqing Palace because Zhu Jianshen did not want to give up his grandson, and Zhu Youtang did not give up his son.
Many times, Zhu Houzhao slept with his father, the emperor, and his mother. His parents slept on both sides, and he slept in the middle...
This is Hongzhi's romance.
~
"With his belt on his back, he wanders around and looks around; he is ignorant and ignorant, and is criticized by others. How can he say that he can help with words?"
Yang Tinghe breathed a sigh of relief and asked: "His Royal Highness, does he know the meaning of these last few sentences? Prince, prince..."
Zhu Houzhao woke up suddenly and said nonchalantly: "What? Which words?"
"With the girdle tied up in the villa, wandering around and looking around; being ignorant and ignorant, and being criticized; saying that you can help me, how can I do that?" Yang Tinghe repeated, "Does the prince know?"
Zhu Houzhao shook his head: "I don't know."
"...I just said it yesterday. Your Highness, please think about it again." Yang Tinghe said with a dark face and a stern tone.
Even the emperor will be criticized, how can the prince be immune?
Yang Tinghe is qualified to criticize.
He is a teacher and Zhu Houzhao is a student. Although one is a minister and the other is a prince, there is no need to avoid this identity during lectures.
Of course, corporal punishment is not allowed.
You can criticize, but you can't hit.
Facing Yang Tinghe's criticism, Zhu Houzhao was not afraid at all and retorted: "Teacher Yang, you are wrong."
"Really?" Yang Tinghe chuckled, "Please let the prince speak clearly."
Zhu Houzhao shook his head and said, "The Master said: Knowing something means knowing it, and not knowing means not knowing it, which is knowledge. The Analects of Confucius says: being sensitive and eager to learn, and not ashamed to ask questions, this is called literature;
Now I don’t know. The teacher is like this. He knows that I don’t know. How dare I not know? "Zhu Houzhao sighed like a young adult, "I'm afraid even if you don't know, you will know! "
He asked, "Teacher, is this right?"
Yang Tinghe was stunned and said angrily: "Of course it's wrong."
Such a prince really made him love and angry at the same time.
He is intelligent and quick-thinking. As long as he studies hard, he can master it as soon as he learns it, and he can even use it flexibly. However, he is a bit playful and sometimes he is not in tune.
Yang Tinghe sighed and said, "Then I will tell you again. The prince must listen carefully."
"Well, okay." Zhu Houzhao nodded, his face serious.
Seeing this, Yang Tinghe's injured heart was greatly healed.
Although the prince is aloof, he is still reasonable and is easy to talk to most of the time.
Yang Tinghe cleared his throat and said: "Gentleman, you must dress neatly and dignified; behave calmly and be far-sighted. People who are ignorant will not understand these principles..."
Zhu Houzhao nodded frequently, and after he finished speaking, he said: "Teacher Yang has talked so much, but in fact, the key point is only four words - girdled and dignified.
Right? "
Yang Tinghe nodded happily: "The prince is wise, you are the prince, you should pay attention to your manners."
Covered in sweat and disheveled, in Yang Tinghe's eyes, this was really not the behavior of a prince. Of course, his focus was to advise Zhu Houzhao not to be playful.
Zhu Houzhao sighed and said, "Teacher Yang, I'm still a child!"
"..."
Yang Tinghe smiled bitterly: "Prince, you are the crown prince and represent the future of the Ming Dynasty..."
Barabara...
Zhu Houzhao continued to bite the pen and turned a deaf ear.
The tug-of-war between teachers and students lasted for nearly two quarters of an hour, and finally ended with Yang Tinghe's defeat.
The little guy is very clever and always uses his own advantages. Yang Tinghe Kong is very talented, but there is nothing he can do when he encounters such a villain.
Thinking of Yang Tinghe, he passed the imperial examination at the age of twelve, became a Jinshi at the age of nineteen, and was selected as a scholar in the Imperial Academy. Poems, articles, classics and historical allusions... are all at your fingertips.
The journey was smooth until I became a lecturer for the prince.
'Am I really not made to be a teacher...'
Yang Tinghe felt bitter for a while.
At the end of the lecture, Zhu Houzhao rushed out of the lecture hall at a sprint speed of 100 meters, leaving Yang Tinghe alone with a face full of doubts about life.
The prince is talented and intelligent, which is a blessing for the Ming Dynasty. It would be a pity if it was wasted... Yang Tinghe sighed, stood up and walked out of the lecture hall...
~
Small courtyard.
Li Qing improvised, flipping through medical books and adjusting the strings...
His medical attainments are not very high. Acupuncture, music, decoctions, and qi are just the four skills. Other than that, he can't do anything else.
"Hey, do you want to go to Jinling and pick up Wanqing?"
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