Nizi, this is the correct name Lao Ba gives to the prince.
It's like going to the cinema to watch a movie. There is a man and a woman sitting next to each other. Open up, my dear, do you drink coke? Shut up, my little sweetheart, do you want to eat popcorn? Most of the time, this kind of couple is not a couple. Real couples usually are. If you open your mouth, you will be paralyzed and fat, but if you shut your mouth, you will be touched and searched.
Lao Ba calls Lao Jiu a treacherous son, mostly because Zhou Yan enters the palace less and less frequently, especially since this is the first time Zhou Yan has entered the palace since he returned to Beijing.
The treasonous son will return to the treasonous son, and he always wants to see him whenever he comes. It just so happens that Lao Ba also wants to set up a positive teaching material.
Look at the third child, who has entered the palace when he has something to do. Look at you, Xiaojiu, who hasn’t seen anyone for ten days and a half. I know that you have no intention of competing for the position of prince. Those who don’t know better think that I am your adopted father. , plastic sisterhood.
Zhou Yan studied under Han You. There were no rules, but that was inheritance. Instead of waiting at the foot of the steps outside the main hall, when he got to the steps, he kicked the eunuch on the buttocks and walked up while letting others know.
When the little eunuch went out, Zhou Yan had already crossed the threshold and walked in without shouting.
Zhou Bi, who was sitting in the middle of the hall, turned around and was stunned.
Zhou Yan was also stunned when he saw Zhou Bi was there.
It's just that Zhou Ben is anxious and angry, while Zhou Yan is contemptuous and indifferent.
"Ninth brother, what are you dressing up like? How can you be so casual when you enter the palace to see your father?"
Zhou Ben stood up and shouted angrily.
Zhou Yan was wearing quite casually, a Confucian robe, a smaller Confucian robe, with a vest on the outside, the kind used only by directors, with pockets all over it, and the pockets were full of snacks, various fruits, There are usually a lot of banknotes for cakes and the like, all worth more than ten thousand yuan. The two mistresses are afraid that the children will not have enough to eat, so they will spend money to buy them after they have run out.
Zhou Yan's nose is not a nose, and his eyes are not eyes. As he walked forward, he looked at Zhou Ben: "Why are you in the palace?"
"Bastard thing!"
Lao Ba scolded him neither lightly nor seriously: "How can I talk to your imperial brother? I don't know how to be polite."
"oh."
Zhou Yan's little face was full of dissatisfaction. He gave a salute to Lao Ba and then to Zhou Ben, both of which were quite perfunctory.
Lao Ba, who was behind the desk, suddenly felt a little dazed.
Two children, one on the left and one on the right.
The one standing on the left is older and the one on the right is younger.
The older one is already known as the wise king in Beijing. He is respectful, kind, gentle, frugal and accommodating, but he is also cautious and observant.
The younger one's reputation in the capital is getting worse and worse. He is arrogant and domineering everywhere, looking for trouble and fighting at every turn, offending everyone he can offend.
Emperor Zhou Ke's eyes kept scanning the faces of the two brothers.
The difference between the two seems huge.
The younger ones are not as sensible as the older ones, and the older ones are more mature than the younger ones.
The younger ones are not as knowledgeable and talented as the older ones, and the older ones are better at reciting poems and writing poems than the younger ones.
The young man did not go to the palace for ten days and a half to pay his respects to the emperor.
The older one went into the palace to pay his respects to the emperor's father whenever he had the chance.
Foreign ministers, scholars, and many, many people thought that the difference between the two princes was very big and obvious.
As a father, Lao Ba also realized the difference between the two.
Not many, just one.
One wants something, the other wants nothing.
Zhou Ben, who wanted something for himself, always had the trademark elegant smile on his face, and was always able to win the favor of others and be praised by the world.
Zhou Yan, who has nothing to ask for, has seven dissatisfactions and eight dissatisfactions written on his face. It has nothing to do with whoever is unhappy, as long as he is happy, that's why he is rampant in Beijing.
"Wise King."
Lao Ba suddenly uttered this word without any end, saying "Wise King", and his eyes wandered back and forth on the two princes.
There was still a difference. The expression of the older Lao San changed slightly, he bowed his head respectfully, and then raised his ears.
The young Lao Jiu curled his lips. It was not that he was not interested in the word "virtuous king", but that he was not interested in the word "virtuous king" in the emperor's mouth.
"Bier, do you know that people in the capital, especially those in the scholarly community, already call you, King Zhao, the wise king of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"
"My son and I are terrified."
Zhou Ben raised his head and laughed at himself: "The wise kings of ancient times were fond of good deeds and forgot their power. How could the wise men of ancient times be the same? They were happy and forgot the power of others. Therefore, if the princes and princes do not pay full respect and courtesy, they will not be able to see him urgently. If he sees it, he will not be able to see him urgently. What's more, if you get it and become a minister, I don't dare to be a minister, and I definitely don't dare to be called a virtuous king."
The words come from "Mencius", which requires very high standards for the word "virtuous". It is said that the virtuous kings in ancient times were fond of doing good deeds and thus forgot their own power. The same was not true of the sages in ancient times. The sages were happy to practice the Way. And forget the power of others, so the princes cannot see them often if they are not respectful and courteous.
Whether it’s a virtuous king or a virtuous king, it means that you are too busy doing “good things”, and those who do good things have forgotten that you are a big shot. Anyway, that’s what it means.
"Not only King Zhao is known as the Wise King, but Yan'er is also known as the Wise King. Speaking of which, Yan'er was known as the Wise King much earlier than King Zhao."
The father-in-law Suan next to him lowered his head and was full of emotions. He called Zhou Bi the King of Zhao and Zhou Yan Yan'er. The old man could be considered a man who had seen the world now, and 70,000 guan was still too little after all.
"The ninth brother is called the wise king?"
Zhou Ben's expression changed slightly, and he was full of doubts.
After arriving in Jingzhong, the word "You Wang" can always be heard, but this kid seems to be tied to the brand. When mentioning him, he must mention Han You. Mentioning Han You will inevitably be scolded. Of course, if you scold him in private, Han You will leave. Even if he is dead, no one dares to scold Han You in public.
"Calling your son a wise king?" Zhou Yan's expression suddenly changed, and he subconsciously shouted: "Who the hell wants to harm this king?"
"Yan'er is worrying too much."
When he scolded his mother in front of the emperor, instead of scolding Zhou Yan, Lao Ba smiled and looked at Zhou Bi again.
"Has King Zhao heard of this?"
The emperor seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and his tone was quite playful.
Zhou Ben didn't know how to answer the call.
Praising his younger brother has no basis in fact.
Don't praise me, I don't understand what Lao Ba means.
The emperor looked sideways at Eunuch Suan: "Wenwu, tell King Zhao what trouble Yan'er caused last month."
"On the third day of this month, Your Highness King You entered the capital and led the royal guards to destroy Zhao Ji's rice shop. On the twelfth day of this month, his horses rode out in the west of the city and trampled on the fertile land owned by Mr. Yunhuang, a doctor in the official department."
After Wen Wu finished speaking, he lowered his head.
Lao Ba raised his eyebrows: "Is there so few this month? Since Han You left Beijing, this bastard must have caused trouble at least four or five times a month."
Wenwu reminded in a low voice: "It's not the middle of the month yet."
"Yes."
Lao Ba laughed and looked at Zhou Bi: "Does King Zhao know who these people Yan'er has provoked?"
"An important minister in the court?"
"There are important ministers, sons of aristocratic families, scholars, and merchants."
Lao Ba's smile grew thicker: "But why, the more so, the more people call Zhou Yan a wise king?"
"My son, I don't know."
"By the way, you don't know, because you don't know who those people who call Yan'er the Wise King are."
Among the five people in the hall, only one, Zhou Ben, did not understand what this sentence meant.
Because these people who were dealt with by King You were the people who called Zhou Ben the virtuous king.
Because those who call Zhou Ben a virtuous king either do not abide by the laws of work or offend the people.
Because no noble family member or official has ever called Zhou Yan a virtuous king. Those who call him a virtuous king are all common people.
