Zhao Xiang and Zhang Zhuo, who were kneeling in the middle of the hall, were trembling.
They knew that the emperor really loved the young prince. The problem was that this did not mean that the emperor would not anger others, otherwise it would not be possible to call them.
The emperor sat back again, looked at Zhou Yan who was as big as a brat, gently clasped the imperial case with his fingers, and spoke angrily.
"If it had been anyone else, how could I have said so much nonsense? Teacher, if you look for someone else and you can't find him, I will look for him for you. Go away and I will deal with that child with a yellow mouth for you."
"I don't."
Zhou Yan shook his head stubbornly: "Mr. Han is the best teacher I have ever seen."
"The reputation is quite high and he has the means."
The words "meaningful" certainly did not refer to Zhou Yan, and Zhao Xiang's eyes twitched.
The emperor was not angry but smiled: "Then I ask you, do you think Mr. Han is good at poetry or poetry?"
Zhou Yan was speechless, the two of them had never talked about this matter.
The emperor said loudly: "Zhao Xiang."
Zhao Xiang quickly knelt down and said, "I'm here, old slave."
"Ten sticks for the so-called Mr. Han."
After finishing speaking, the emperor asked again: "If you don't know poetry and songs, how can you know the Six Taoist Strategies and Three Strategies?"
Zhou Yan swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "It seems...it seems like he doesn't know."
The emperor smiled slightly: "Remember the ten sticks again. If he is not good at writing or fighting, how can he have the face to be a teacher in Prince You's Mansion like you?"
"Time is still short." Zhou Yan argued with reason: "I just hired him in the mansion this morning, and we only spent two hours together in Bei City. Father, you must not be unreasonable."
"Bei City?!"
The emperor raised his eyebrows suddenly: "He took you to Bei City?"
Zhou Yan also realized that he had said the wrong thing, he hesitated and his eyes flickered.
"Bastard thing."
The emperor suddenly looked at Zhang Zhuo, who was kneeling on one knee: "How did you become the commander of the guards, and go with Yan'er to the crowded North City!"
Zhang Zhuo, who was kneeling on one knee, now kneeled on both knees, looking like he was accepting punishment.
"Thirty sticks, go tell Wen Wu that I want him to personally imprison him. If Han You can get out of bed before autumn, I will ask him."
"Father!"
Zhou Yan was anxious: "Beijing City is also the center of Beijing. Why can't I go? Not to mention that Mr. Han is here to punish the villains."
"Punish the villains?"
The emperor's expression suddenly became extremely gloomy: "Hitting someone?"
Under the emperor's gaze, Zhou Yan could only nod his head: "Immediate punishment."
"Okay." The Emperor smiled angrily: "If my guess is correct, then when Mr. Han beat someone, he claimed your name as Prince You's Mansion!"
"this…"
"This and this, yes and no."
"yes."
"Fifty sticks!"
The emperor was obviously really angry. .
"Father, please listen to my son." Zhou Yan was so anxious that he almost cried: "Those are really villains. You don't know that there are many in Xianglai Pavilion..."
"What?" The emperor suddenly stood up, trembling with anger: "That bastard actually took you to a brothel?!"
Zhou Yan was stunned for a moment. How did his father know that Xianglai Pavilion was a brothel?
Zhao Xiang and Zhang Zhuo looked at each other. Both of them were a little confused, wondering if their young prince thought Han You died too slowly.
The emperor was furious: "Women are misleading, that's why I don't want women in your palace. No wonder Li Yubo called Han You a treacherous boy. He is really a treacherous person. Originally, I thought he was Han Bairen's son, Xiao Give him some punishment, okay, okay, he will be sent to the sky prison and he will be punished severely!"
"Father!"
Zhou Yan yelled, with tears in his eyes: "You must be reasonable, Mr. Han is a kind man."
"Goodness, goodness, I took you to that land of fireworks and willow alleys, and you did evil in the name of your palace. What a kind person, what a kind person. Okay, then tell me, what did you learn this day?" , what did he teach you, if you can't tell me, I will put him in a prison!"
"I…"
Zhou Yan was so anxious that he was so confused that he didn't know where to start.
"Your Majesty, calm down."
At the critical moment, Zhao Xiang suddenly spoke: "Mr. Han... Han You did teach some knowledge when he entered the palace today, but the old slave... the old slave did not understand this knowledge, and His Highness was not present at that time."
"It's a joke, what kind of knowledge does this yellow-tongued kid have? You, an old slave, can't even get a slap on your face."
"I don't dare, old slave."
"Okay, then you can tell me what he taught."
Zhao Xiang gritted his teeth and cleared his throat: "Return to your majesty, Han You was in the main hall of the palace at that time, uttering poems... not poems, just... that is, in the beginning, human nature is good, similar in nature, and distant in habits. If you don't teach me..."
Maybe it was because the old eunuch no longer had too many desires in the world, he had no distracting thoughts in his mind, and his memory was sufficient. He memorized more than a hundred words word for word.
The old eunuch finished reciting the last word, and the hall fell into silence again.
The emperor sat down, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the imperial case. After a long silence, he finally spoke with a calm voice.
"Transcribe it."
Zhao Xiang felt like he was being pardoned, so he went to the nearby bookshelf to find paper, ink, pen and inkstone, then he lay on the ground with his butt sticking out and started copying.
The emperor turned his head and looked at it, and finally confirmed that he had indeed never heard of the Three Character Sutra.
"Is this a ballad, or..."
"I don't know, this old slave. Zhao Xiang quickly put down his pen and paper and knelt down: "Han You said, this is for learning. "
"Study, learn, learn."
The emperor recited it three times in succession and nodded slightly: "Then I will lose ten sticks. The remaining twenty sticks must not be punished without punishment."
"My son is dissatisfied!"
Zhou Yan was a real iron boy. He held his neck and shouted: "Twenty sticks are coming down. If you hit me hard, you will be severely injured or disabled. It's okay if your father doesn't take your son to Bei City. Why did Mr. Han take your son to go there?" You don’t allow it either. If you don’t do it, why don’t you let others do it?”
"Fifty sticks!"
The emperor immediately became angry: "Hit me hard."
Zhao Xiang and Zhang Zhuo were both convinced, especially the latter. If they hadn't hung out together for a day, he would have suspected that Zhou Yan wanted to kill Han You.
"I don't accept it, I don't accept it, I don't accept it, I don't accept it!"
Zhou Yan cried in a tearful tone: "You want to take the test for your school knowledge. Mr. Han has it. Why do you want to beat him? Mr. Han took his son to Beishi to punish the villains. Why did you want to beat him? It's you who said it." No matter how big something is, it can't be bigger than a word of reason. Father, you are unreasonable."
"That's well said. Reasonable. What a reasonable word."
The emperor snorted coldly: "I won't mention the brothel in Beishi for now. If you say he is knowledgeable, then I will take the exam myself. Don't say that most of the Mongolian songs were heard by him. Even if he is the first, knowledge and virtue are not the same. Confused, I will let you know today how unpredictable this person's heart is."
When he heard the word "people's heart", Zhou Yan actually became happy, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, okay, then father, you will test the school, the school's people's heart is the best."
With another heavy snort, the emperor waved his hand: "Bring that child into the palace, and don't talk too much."
"Wei." Zhang Zhuo responded, turned around and ran out of Jingzhi Hall.
