Zhang Juzheng taught the little emperor to read seriously. In the eyes of the little emperor, an hour passed very quickly. But to Zhang Juzheng, seconds seemed like years. The little emperor would throw out some words in every sentence and sentence. Questions, these questions are persistent, coherent, and even somewhat deviant.
The most important thing is that for the knowledgeable Zhang Juzheng, these difficult-to-answer questions are what he must face.
After the banquet was finally over, Zhang Juzheng actually felt a sense of relief. He suddenly had a strong impulse to let Wang Xilie or Ge Shouli teach the little emperor how to read!
When faced with questions that are tricky but based on facts, these Confucian scholars are the best at talking on wheels. Let them sophistry with His Majesty!
Didn't Ge Shouli question Zhang Juzheng's exclusive use of the banquet? Then let Ge Shouli come and face these untouchable slides! Then let Wang Xilie come and see how difficult the feast is!
Zhu Yijun stood up and bowed slightly, which was the end of today's performance.
And Feng Bao sent a small Huangmen to signal the bachelors who were attending him to copy a copy for him. As a eunuch, Feng Bao did not have a famous teacher. He stumbled through many books and half understood and half did not understand them. "Infuriating People" The cultivation of "The Classics" has reached the twelfth level, so to replenish ammunition, we must start from the area where civil servants are best at - the Four Books and Five Classics.
Defeating the enemy in the area where they are best at will cause double the damage and humiliation to the enemy!
The arguments between His Majesty and Zhang Juzheng are extremely profound. It doesn't matter if you don't understand them. Even Zhang Juzheng, the chief minister, doesn't understand them very well. Why should he, Feng Bao, understand them?
He knew that his vocation was to bite people, and it was enough for him to understand what the sages said.
In the afternoon, Zhu Yijun met his sparring partners. Among the ten people, there were two people Zhu Yijun was more concerned about.
The first one is Zhao Zhenyuan, the eldest son of Zhao Mengyou, a Jinshi in the 44th year of Jiajing reign, the commander of Henan Dusi, and the commander of Jinyiwei.
The other one is Luo Sigong, the son of Luo Bingliang, the son of Jinyiwei who brings salary to thousands of households and punishes thousands of households.
Zhu Xixiao is already a bit old. In front of the little emperor, the fathers of the two ten-year-old children Zhao Zhenyuan and Luo Sigong, Zhao Mengyou and Luo Bingliang, are all strong competitors for the Damingti Commander.
Zhao Mengyou and Luo Bingliang are both military veterans. Their ancestors started the army from Emperor Taizu and Gao Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty. They were veterans of the Zhengri and Moon Banner of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhao Mengyou has an advantage in competing for Tishuai's position because Zhao Mengyou is a serious martial arts scholar.
Zhu Yijun's sparring team has increased from ten Xiaohuangmen to twenty people, but today it is still boring and boring exercises and stances.
In Zhu Xixiao's words, there are no shortcuts to practicing martial arts. It is all hard work. For example, it takes three years to get started, which requires perseverance, perseverance, and extremely hard work.
For the Ming Emperor, there was absolutely no need to suffer these hardships. If he wanted to show off and balance the power of the factory guards, it would be enough to come and see him every day.
The afternoon sun shone through the simple window bars and shone into the martial arts room. It cast a layer of golden yellow on Zhu Yijun's body, which was squatting in the stance. Behind him was a group of children standing in the stance.
The temperature was gradually getting warmer, and Zhu Yijun's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat. Zhang Hong was holding a towel next to him, wondering whether he should wipe the sweat from His Majesty's forehead.
"Trash!" Zhu Xixiao kicked Luo Sigong hard in the buttocks, and was furious. His Majesty's words came true. The noble son really couldn't hold on.
Luo Sigong actually started to relax while standing, his center of gravity lifted up intentionally or unintentionally, and his clenched and stretched fists also began to relax. The moment Zhu Xixiao turned his head, Luo Sigong actually held his knees and wanted to take a rest.
Zhu Xixiao listened in all directions and saw in all directions. From the corner of his eye, he had already seen that the ten-year-old Luo Sigong was a little slack. When the kid held his knees, Zhu Xixiao didn't hesitate at all and kicked him up.
What a shame!
Your Majesty's words are irritating, and Luo Sigong's performance is even more irritating!
Feng Bao was happy when he saw it. The little Huangmen were all born in poverty. Even in the palace, they were hungry and well-fed. If they had the opportunity to practice martial arts with the emperor, they would cherish it very much. If they performed poorly, they would be punished. That is the life of the porch family, how dare you slack off?
But these nobles are different. They just don't do anything. There are also thousands of commanding and serving officials in their families waiting to be inherited. Even if they fail to practice martial arts with the little emperor, they will go home and wait to inherit the official position. They will have no food or clothing for the rest of their lives. worry.
This is why Feng Bao didn't dare to bully the little emperor anymore, and was even so submissive that he was a little scared.
Because although the little emperor is young, he is an out-and-out ruthless person.
Isn't the status of the emperor more noble than the status of these warriors? However, since practicing martial arts, no matter how tired and hard the little emperor is, he will not let his body shape deform even if he practices to the point of limping. He even angers Tishuai with harsh words and trains strictly.
What kind of terrifying perseverance is this?
Be cruel to others and be cruel to yourself.
Zhu Yijun slowly recovered from the squatting position, with his head and eyes straight, looking forward, and calmly breathed for about five or six breaths. After finishing the exercise, he smiled and hammered his legs, and sighed again, youth is good.
He took the towel handed over by Zhang Hong, wiped his sweat, and walked to the beaten Luo Sigong.
Zhu Xixiao was a bit old, but with the force of the kick, Luo Sigong was still kicked to the ground. Because his legs were weak when standing in the stance, Luo Sigong was unable to stand up for a while. In the eyes of the public, the ten-year-old Luo Sigong They are all tears, flowing down.
The family members told her not to bring shame to her ancestors when entering the palace, but Luo Sigong really didn't insist on it.
Zhu Yijun showed a bright smile, stretched out his hand to pull Luo Sigong up, and said with a smile: "Tishuai, don't be too harsh."
Luo Sigong was afraid of Zhu Xixiao's punishment, afraid of the reprimands of his parents and uncles, and afraid of the ridicule of the eunuch Wu Xun who was also his training partner. At the moment when he was kicked down, Luo Sigong was so afraid that he was shaking all over and he was at a loss. He was just a ten-year-old child. I don't know how to face all this, I am so scared that I feel like the whole world has turned into darkness.
His Majesty the Supreme Emperor walked up to him. The most noble man in the world stretched out his hand. Luo Sigong reached out and took the hand that was stretched out in front of him and stood up.
At this moment, these hands and His Majesty's smile were as dazzling as the only ray of light in a completely dark world.
"Behave well and don't be lazy in the future. If you are caught by Ti Shuai again, I will not plead with you again." Zhu Yijun let go of Luo Sigong, turned to Zhu Xixiao and said slightly reproachfully: "Qi Shuai's training method is already good. Harsh, there is no need to be so angry with the child."
Zhu Xixiao roared angrily in his heart, saying that others are children, but you yourself are not a child? As a noble emperor, His Majesty can insist, why can't Luo Sigong!
It’s not like His Majesty has said it before, saying that noble children should not be brought to the martial arts room, even the little eunuch can’t compare!
who is it!
Zhu Xixiao realized that he had become a bad person, and His Majesty had become a good person. Why was His Majesty so skillful in winning people's hearts by singing a red face but a black one?
The sunny and cheerful little emperor is clearly a sinister and cunning person!
Zhu Yijun said very solemnly: "I always do things over and over again. I allow all my sparring partners to make mistakes, but I will never make a third time."
Everyone dispersed on the spot, just to change clothes. Later, these honorary guards, sword-wielding warriors, and Xiao Huangmen will follow the little emperor to Jingshan to hoe the earth. This is also physical labor and endurance training.
Plowing and plowing fight, how can we fight without plowing?
If you don't work hard, why should you practice martial arts? Go home and spend time in a brothel. Wouldn't it be a happy life? Why go to the emperor's side to serve as a sparring partner?
Zhu Yijun walked up to Empress Dowager Li and started today's exam. As the first person in charge of the Ming Emperor's academic work, Empress Dowager Li would take exams every day, especially the content she had learned in the past few days.
Zhu Yijun answered fluently without any mistakes or omissions.
"My child went to play in Jingshan!" After Zhu Yijun finished speaking, he ran to Qianqing Palace to change clothes.
Empress Dowager Li looked at Zhu Yijun's running figure. She did not blame the little emperor for his lack of etiquette, but was slightly worried. This martial arts training and farming work were all very hard. If she gave up halfway, she would probably cause more troubles. Criticism.
Zhu Yijun ran very fast. He had accumulated a lot of questions and wanted to communicate with the old farmers. Zhang Juzheng also recommended a talent, Xu Zhenming, a figure in land reclamation and water conservancy.
Xu Zhenming is in his thirties and looks quite capable, but his skin is slightly darker due to exposure to wind and sun. He carries a bamboo strip bookcase on his back instead of the more common hardwood bookcase.
Anyone who takes the imperial examination or studies in the Imperial College must carry a hardwood bookcase. After all, the fellow gentry will support him. Carrying a bamboo stripe bookcase will be ridiculed.
But as a Jinshi, Xu Zhenming carried a bamboo strip bookcase, which is related to Xu Zhenming's inheritance.
Xu Zhenming had to bathe and change clothes when he was about to meet the emperor, but the place where the emperor received him was in Jingshan. The purpose was to farm. Xu Zhenming did not take out his court clothes, but wore a cotton-padded jacket with a linen jacket outside. He was dressed like an old farmer. two.
His hands are covered with calluses.
"I pay my respects to Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty. Long live Your Majesty." Xu Zhenming put the book box aside, knelt on the ground, and greeted him respectfully. This was the first time he had met a saint, and the first time he had seen a living emperor.
Most Jinshi can only meet the emperor during the palace examination. Since Emperor Jiajing, they have no chance to even meet the emperor during the palace examination.
During the six years of Emperor Longqing's reign, even Gao Gong could not go to the palace to see the emperor. It was not until the final visit of Emperor Longqing that Gao Gong saw him for the last time.
After Emperor Longqing's great success, Gao Gong petitioned to seize the power of the Supervisor of Ceremonies and asked for everything to be reported to the emperor. Was it because he was not reverent, or did he think this was the right thing to do?
"In the future, you don't have to kneel down to perform the correct performance in private." Zhu Yijun smiled and signaled Xu Zhenming to get up. From the first meeting, Zhu Yijun liked this minister very much. He didn't know how to do anything but only farm.
But it was this farming business, dressed like an old farmer, that made Zhu Yijun feel at ease with him.
Xu Zhenming was a Jinshi in the fifth year of Longqing's reign. What was his status as a Jinshi?
It was like a fish leaping over a dragon's gate, and it was a series of jumps in class. Xu Zhenming could actually choose another way of life, but he chose to do things, that is, he was a comrade. If he could walk together, he would naturally be happy together.
Xu Zhenming was a little stunned. The Ming Dynasty had strict etiquette and would not kneel in front of saints. Even Hai Rui, who was carrying a coffin and scolding Emperor Jiajing for making everyone clean, did not dare to be so rude. When there is a conflict between etiquette and imperial power, who should be listened to? ?
Xu Zhenming said without hesitation: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Majesty."
When there was a conflict between etiquette and imperial edict, Xu Zhenming chose to listen to the emperor.
Xu Zhenming was planning to return to his hometown. It was a shame for a Jinshi to return to his hometown in despair after serving as a county magistrate for two years. However, the family status in the capital was very high, and Xu Zhenming really didn’t have much money to find a job. No one recommended him, so he had no choice but to go back.
Just when Xu Zhenming was about to leave Beijing, the chief steward of the Quanchu Guild Hall, You Qi, found Xu Zhenming and asked him to pack up and go to Jingshan to meet the saint. Xu Zhenming was overjoyed and got a job. Eunuchs came from the palace and asked him to He prepared agricultural books for the audience.
"What's in your book box?" Zhu Yijun looked at the bent bamboo book box and asked with a smile.
Xu Zhenming opened the book box and said a little shyly: "I have also annotated the agricultural books I have read over the years, as well as some simple thoughts and notes on land reclamation and water conservancy."
Zhu Yijun was overjoyed. He looked at the rolled-up books, some of which had been chewed by book beetles. He looked at Feng Bao and said, "Feng Daban, can you prepare a bug-proof book box for Xu Xu?"
"I'll go and get it now." Feng Bao's injury on his cheek had improved a little, and his forehead was still covered with a large gauze. He didn't tell anyone else, but immediately ran to the inner prison. His Majesty's words were particularly lively, what do you mean? Can? !
The emperor consults with the eunuchs in the palace instead of giving orders. This is life.
This kind of birth made Feng Bao often frightened. He asked for fame and more power, but first he asked for life. If he was born with an emperor's ceremonial supervisor and eunuch, he would not live long.
Zhu Yijun is actually not polite or polite. He is only ten years old and has no financial power. Who knows if Empress Dowager Li has given him any prohibition against high consumption. The insect-proof hardwood book box is not cheap. One box costs six or seven taels of silver. , I can buy a yellow flower girl.
Feng Bao had extremely flexible standards when it came to pleasing the emperor.
