Zhu Yunzhen looked over, and the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched.
There are only a few thin books on the left, but there are piles of books on the right.
It's just an increase in business taxes. You're not businessmen, so why do you need to oppose it so unanimously?
He said fiercely: "Grandpa Huang is the real Dragon Emperor. Major national affairs should be decided by Grandpa Huang. By doing this, they have clearly forgotten their duty as ministers."
Although it was Lao Zhu who asked them to discuss it, smart ministers should be able to see what Lao Zhu meant.
But these people deliberately pretended not to understand and opposed it all together. Their intentions are to be punished.
Zhu Yunxuan believed that the imposition of additional business taxes would have far-reaching consequences and could not be stopped here, so he gave them a big hat first.
"Well said!" Lao Zhu praised loudly: "Our good grandson can understand our thoughts."
He picked up Zhu Yunxuan.
"Then tell me, Xi'er, what will Grandpa Huang do?"
Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile.
However, Zhu Yunzhen tensed up and almost shuddered.
"Grandpa Huang." He said loudly: "This is something only a monarch should consider. As a minister, you cannot have such thoughts."
Lao Zhu was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "What if you were a monarch?"
Is this possible?
Want to rebel?
Countless thoughts rushed through Zhu Yunzhen's mind.
He shook his head like a rattle.
"The king is a king, and the minister is a minister. I am not the king, and there are no ifs."
"You just don't want to answer Grandpa Huang's question." Zhu Yuanzhang touched his nose and said, "Remember, governing the world requires not only benevolent governance, but also coercion."
"Only by applying grace and power together can the people of the world surrender."
"We asked you to raid Sima Sheng's house just to establish your authority."
I am not the crown prince, so what authority can I establish...
As soon as this idea came to his mind, Zhu Yunzhen suddenly realized that something was wrong. He turned to look at Lao Zhu, only to see Lao Zhu looking at him, their eyes facing each other.
His heart suddenly jumped.
I didn't notice it at first, but now it seems that there is something wrong with Lao Zhu today.
What happened?
Zhu Yunzhen was very confused.
"We are getting old." Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly sighed and said to the mirror, "My hair has turned white and my face has aged."
Zhu Yunxuan smiled and said: "Grandpa Huang is getting stronger with age and his body is still strong."
Zhu Yuanzhang said: "You know how to choose nice words to deceive us in person, and then confront us in private."
Why is there a thorn in this statement?
What happened today?
It was obviously fine just now.
Fortunately, this suspicion was quickly resolved.
Zhu Yuanzhang picked up a memorial and said: "Look, this is a good thing for you."
"Ask Feng Dazhuang to go out and tell you that you heard the poem from a monk."
"It's okay now. Some people scold you for being uneducated and ignorant. They scold our old Zhu family for being uneducated and stealing poetry."
When Zhu Yuanzhang said this, he became angry: "These people are really hateful and should be killed."
That's what it was for.
Zhu Yunxuan took the memorial and quickly scanned it.
This memorial stated that there were rumors in the market recently that the poems written by the Fourth Emperor's grandson were heard from a monk.
What's more, it is said that the four emperors' grandsons are uneducated and have no skills, but they are trying to gain fame and reputation by copying other people's poems as their own, which is detrimental to the reputation of the royal family.
At the end of the memorial, he advised Lao Zhu to teach his grandchildren well, not to listen to children's nonsense, to raise business taxes, etc...
After Zhu Yunzhen finished reading, he said in his heart what a good guy!
What are the market rumors? Isn’t it just what he thinks?
It was really audacious to dare to write a letter to the emperor.
These people are risking their lives to oppose the increase in business taxes!
Zhu Yunxuan found that he had underestimated the literati of Ming Dynasty before.
They are really brave!
Relying on his status as a public speaker, he dares to say anything.
Of course, the main reason is that the increase in business taxes has seriously damaged their interests.
It is their usual style to use all possible means to attack the enemy.
Even though he is the emperor's grandson, since he has such a "handle", it can be used to make an issue.
How can you listen to the suggestions of someone who can even "copy" a poem?
Zhu Yunxuan closed the memorial and sent it back to Lao Zhu.
One glance at him showed that he was still angry.
"Grandpa Huang, these people are talking nonsense. There is no need to be angry about this matter. It is not worth it if you are so angry."
Zhu Yuanzhang glared at him and said, "If you hadn't asked Feng Dazhuang to spread the news, how could such a thing have happened?"
"We have already sent out the newspaper to inform the whole country. This poem was not written by you, but it was also written by you. No one can take it away."
Lao Zhu obviously has no intention of being reasonable.
"That Feng Dazhuang, we have ordered him to be beaten twenty times to give him a better memory and see if he dares to talk nonsense next time."
Zhu Yunxuan looked complicated.
Lao Zhu also deliberately emphasized his tone, obviously trying to educate him.
Feng Dazhuang is still very good. This beating cannot be in vain. Go back and get two old hens to replenish his body and recover sooner.
If something happens again, I can handle it.
Not to the point of dying.
Zhu Yunxuan once again felt the terror of accompanying a king like a tiger.
Just a moment ago, the house was full of grandparents and grandchildren, but in a blink of an eye, it became "murderous".
Sure enough, even an emperor is no different from parents who don't like to reason with their naughty children.
I'm not a naughty kid either.
Although there are no monks, I did copy that poem from later generations!
I didn’t mean to slap you in the face!
Who knew that your majestic Emperor Ming could care so much about such trivial matters.
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care what he thought in his heart and continued:
"However, the news has spread all over the place, and it can't be stopped."
"You have also seen that these literati look down on you and our old Zhu family."
"In their eyes, our old Zhu family is just mud-legged and uneducated."
"Zhen'er, you must give a voice to our old Zhu family, study hard, live up to your reputation as a child prodigy, and impress those people."
Zhu Yuanzhang patted his young shoulder.
Zhu Yunzhen felt like he was trembling all over, and this time he felt like crying.
Lao Zhu, you are already the king of a country, do you still need to be like others?
Competing for one's strength, what are you striving for?
Anyway, whether I live up to my expectations or not, it won’t affect my status as the grandson of the emperor!
However, looking at Lao Zhu's look, Zhu Yunxi didn't dare to say these words anyway.
The origin of Lao Zhu's family has always been a thorn in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.
Zhu Yuanzhang even thought about recognizing Zhu Xi as his ancestor.
But the time is so close that Zhu Xi's descendants are still alive and the genealogy is recorded. Once the news is leaked, it will inevitably make the world laugh.
Secondly, Lao Zhu still feels a little uncomfortable with misidentifying his ancestors.
Finally had to give up.
But the thorn in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was always there.
That's why I was so happy when I heard Zhu Yunxuan read a poem before.
"We are talking, did you hear me?"
Seeing that he didn't agree, Lao Zhu asked again.
"Grandpa Huang, I..."
Zhu Yunzhen smiled uglier than crying.
When he thought about having to attend classes with those great scholars every day in the future, he felt that the future would be bleak.
If I had known earlier, I would not have allowed Feng Dazhuang to do this.
Does this count as self-imposed cocooning?
His eyes moved to the bronze mirror and found that Lao Zhu was staring at himself in the mirror.
"Actually, there is another way."
Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his lost state and didn't want to study. He was angry and wanted to laugh at the same time. He said: "If you can write another poem as good as before, the rumors will naturally be broken and disappear."
Zhu Yun was stunned for a moment.
This was indeed a way, and he immediately started thinking hard.
It's a pity that the time traveled is not right.
The Tang and Song Dynasties were the pinnacle of poetry.
Although there are many poems in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there are only a few that can be called high-level masterpieces.
"That's all. Articles are made by nature and come by chance. How could you write them in such a short time?" Seeing his sad face, Lao Zhu comforted him.
Zhu Yunxuan was facing the mirror, and when he saw Lao Zhu's white hair in the mirror, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes!"
"Grandpa Huang, I just thought of two more poems."
"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked: "Is it my own idea this time? Didn't I hear it from the monk?"
He was still worried about what happened last time.
Zhu Yunxuan thought about it, if he had not occupied the identity of the emperor's grandson and relied on Lao Zhu's habitual love for his children and grandchildren, but if he had been an outsider, he would have been beaten to death by Lao Zhu.
I finally found an opportunity to stand up and brag. Not all of our Lao Zhu family are poor people. There are also literati who can write poems, but he stood up and slapped him in the face. This made Lao Zhu very angry.
Well, if you don't do it well, it's possible that your family will be confiscated and your entire family will be exterminated.
"The grandson came up with it himself, but there are only two sentences, not a whole song."
In fact, he remembered the entire song, but the content didn't quite fit.
Just a couple of excerpts would be great.
"Read it out first and listen to it." After hearing only two sentences, Lao Zhu's enthusiasm suddenly dropped by half.
Zhu Yunxuan looked at the bronze mirror again, looking at the two figures of an old man and a young man reflected in it, looking at the white hair of old Zhu Yan, and said slowly: "The most important thing is that the world cannot keep it, Zhu Yan Cijing Flower Ci Tree.”
…
"Snapped!"
The memorial in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand fell.
His body froze and trembled slightly.
"The most... thing is that the world can't keep... Zhu Yan, the mirror, the flower, the tree."
Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself as he looked at the gray-white figure in the mirror.
He slowly closed his eyes.
Two lines of clear tears rolled out.
