In fact, if it is purely for future generations, Qi Jin does not need to work so hard, as long as he hands over his real skills to Zhu Youxiao, and when he ascends the throne in the future, it will not be a problem to ask for an official position for his descendants.

But Qi Jin didn't want this, he also had his own ambitions, he also wanted to gallop on the battlefield and chase the north, and this needed the king's trust and support.

Judging from the contact of more than a year, His Royal Highness the Taisun definitely has the potential to become a Ming Jun, and his actions are quite like an ancestor.

Qi Jin believes that not only can he see it, but Yu Zhigao can also see it, judging from the change in the attitude of this old man, he knows what he is thinking, and even Yu Dayou has taken out the secret book of the Sword Sutra, do you need to say anything?

"It's time for me to do something real." Qi Jin thought about whether he should take out the new book of discipline and military training at the bottom of the box at home. These two books are different from those circulating in the world, but they have Qi Jiguang's handwritten annotations and experiences, and their value is immeasurable.

After making up his mind, the next day, Zhu Youxiao went to Wenhua Hall to study in high spirits, followed by the three major eunuchs and Ke Yinyue.

Wang Chengen and Wei Zhongxian were okay, they were in high spirits, and they looked honored, but Cao Huachun looked a little gloomy, holding a pen and paper, and didn't know what to think about.

And Ke Yinyue, but it seems to be full of charm, smoke and flattery, and there is no resentment trapped in the palace for nearly a year, Zhu Youxiao is a little indifferent to Cao Huachun, except for recording the things in the living note, he will not give him anything.

If he hadn't been by his side every day, he would almost have faded out of this inner circle, which made Cao Huachun feel resentful. Thinking of what he had done secretly in the past two years, his eyes sank, and he secretly made a decision in his heart.

And this, Zhu Youxiao is still unconscious.

After coming to the class, his cheap father and teacher Sun Chengzong were already waiting inside, seeing this, Zhu Youxiao smiled, said he was embarrassed, and then sat in his place.

In the whole class, there were no other students except for the two of them, and there was not even the usual companion reading. This is Wanli out of taking care of Zhu Changluo's emotions, and specially explained. Although he didn't like this son, he didn't want others to laugh at him for it, and in the end, he laughed and always slapped him in the face.

"Hello teacher!" Like schools in later generations, two students of different ages stood up to greet Sun Chengzong.

After the etiquette, it is the time of class, and Sun Chengzong is still the old rule, telling the scriptures. Mr. Sun is worthy of being a teacher for many years, and the ordinary scriptures and meanings are quoted by him, which are simple and interesting, and Zhu Changluo listens to them with relish, and seriously understands the truth contained in them.

But Zhu Youxiao was a little impatient when he heard it, those chicken soup for the soul in later generations, the humanistic jokes are much funnier than this, and the truth is not bad. In fact, he has already understood these things, and there is no need to listen to Sun Chengzong here.

He just wants to hear the real ability, and he only wants to hear the real ability to govern the country and level the world. He wanted to know if Sun Chengzong was worth entrusting him with a big deal.

Hundreds of years have distorted historical figures, and from such an unreachable distance, no one can be sure of the true face of the person concerned.

You can't judge a person by just a book, it's reality, it's not, everything has to be based on reality. Especially Zhu Youxiao is in this real world, so he has to be cautious.

Syllable!

Zhu Youxiao closed the book, and Huo Ran stood up. The chair was pushed away by him, and there was a screeching click.

The sound of books and chairs pushing away woke up Zhu Changluo, who was immersed in the avenue of books, and he looked at his son who stood up with some puzzlement, not knowing what he wanted to make a fuss about.

The last time I met him in Jingyang Palace, I was frightened by Zhu Changluo, and the first time I did something bad in my life, I was bumped into by my son.

"Mr. talks about these rotten things all day long, and I don't know what benefits to the country." Zhu Youxiao looked at the tall Sun Chengzong with burning eyes, he hoped to try the other party's true level.

I finally couldn't help it!

Looking at Zhu Youxiao, who had a tense little face, Sun Chengzong couldn't help laughing.

After becoming Zhu Youxiao's teacher, his acquaintances in the palace inquired, and it was easy to get Zhu Youxiao's bold words in the summer when he was five years old.

He has always been very fond of smart children, because they are smart and can understand what he says. Although Mr. Sun is also very good at teaching stupid children, he doesn't like it because he is too tired. It's better to be a smart doll, and it's a little thorough.

There is no doubt that in Mr. Sun's eyes, he can say that he wants to be a saint at the age of five, and he must be a smart and precocious child, and he likes such a child the most.

"What does Your Highness think will be beneficial to the country?" Sun Chengzong asked with a smile, to treat a genius child, you must hit him from what he is good at, make him convinced, so that he can teach.

If this were a movie, there would have been a spark at the sight of the two at this moment.

Both want to impress the other.

"Money and food, elite soldiers, capable officials." After thinking about it, Zhu Youxiao said the three things that the Ming Dynasty lacked the most.

Hearing this answer, Sun Chengzong smiled a little meaninglessly, although these three questions were very insightful, they were not enough to move Mr. Sun. This can only show that His Royal Highness Taisun has a more thorough understanding of world affairs at a young age.

It is not uncommon for many people to see that these things are coming, but what is really difficult is the solution to these problems. And looking at Zhu Youxiao's confident face, it is obvious that %5C(%5Eo%5E)%2F also has a certain insight, whether these methods are his own ideas or hearsay, they are very rare.

Zhu Youxiao's demeanor made Sun Chengzong a little more solemn, and he planned to continue to ask questions, accompany His Royal Highness Taisun, and finish the play.

It's just that when the sentence "Why did His Highness teach me" was about to come out, Sun Chengzong's eyes suddenly rolled, his childlike heart rose, a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and he asked an irrelevant question.

"Then may I ask Your Highness, why is it so strong?"

Sun Chengzong looked at the other party's stunned expression with a smile on his face again, he wanted to see how smart this little boy could be, and whether he could see through the true nature of the world.

After throwing out those three insights, as he expected, Sun Chengzong really became dignified.

Looking at the other party's expression, Zhu Youxiao looked proud, he knew that I was amazing, he knew that he was a genius, and he knew that I was Mingjun.

If you know, don't you hurry up and ask "Your Highness's explanation of these three", and then let me shock you again, make you cry bitterly, fall to your knees, and shout "You have to meet the Lord and die without regrets".

Thinking of the depths, Zhu Youxiao's eyes couldn't help but narrow with joy. It's just that, to his surprise, when his heart was at the highest level, the other party in vain threw out a question that shocked him.

"How can it be strong?" Zhu Youxiao was a little stunned, he didn't expect the other party to ask this question⌒After thinking about it for a while, he faintly grasped the rhyme of this.

The human heart, according to Zhu Youxing's own understanding, is what later generations called the ideological field, or spiritual and cultural construction, but this is the concept of later generations, he does not believe that Sun Chengzong can cross time and space, and comprehend the essence of the cultural war of later generations. He must have asked for another reason.

The hearts of the people can refer to the hearts of the masses, the hearts of scholars, and even more accurately the hearts of officials or, more accurately, the hearts of civil officials. Thinking about it this way, what the other party wants to ask is probably what kind of political proposition he upholds, which faction of people to woo, and which faction of people to attack. To put it bluntly, it is the civil official on which side he wants to win over and which civil official he wants to attack. And this, in the final analysis, is just a traditional political struggle.

But this is not what Zhu Youxiao wants, his heart is very big.

So, he narrowed his eyes and thought quietly. The atmosphere in the room gradually became solemn, and the smile on Sun Chengzong's face could not be maintained, he seemed to have a premonition that this child's answer would definitely surprise him.

And our Comrade Zhu Changluo looked at the two of them with a confused face, and he couldn't understand what they were talking about, what kind of money and food, what kind of people's hearts, what does this have to do with the current textbooks? He flipped through the book in front of him, but he didn't see the words from anything.

In the twilight, Zhu Youxiao seemed to have figured out something, smiled at Sun Chengzong, showed his white and fine teeth and said slowly: "Without him, hang the people and kill the guilt!" ”

With the exit of these words, Zhu Changluo felt that an inexplicable momentum on Zhu Youxiao's body rose in vain, making his small body look extremely tall. It's just that this feeling is like a flash in the pan, it only appears for a moment, and then disappears in the blink of an eye. Zhu Changluo rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was just too tired last night and hallucinated.

Smack!

The scroll that Sun Chengzong had been holding in his hand fell in vain, and he still didn't realize it, but he kept muttering to himself: "Hanging the people, hanging the people." ”

The word hanging the people comes from Mencius? Teng Wengong": "Punish his crimes, hang his people, like the rain falls, the people are happy." The meaning of the word is very simple, to comfort the suffering people and crusade against the guilty rulers. But it's not as simple as whose mouth the phrase came from.

Because Zhu Youxiao is the ruler, in the feudal era of the world, legally speaking, the whole world belongs to the emperor, and an emperor says that he wants to crusade against the guilty ruler, who is guilty? Who is the ruler? When you think about it, it's chilling.

"Your Highness, Lord Guoying!" Sun Chengzong glanced at Zhu Youxiao deeply, the profound meaning contained here was even unclear for a while, and he couldn't think it through, but he relied on his own wisdom, the context at this time and Zhu Youxiao's demeanor and eyes, and faintly felt a great deep meaning.

He felt that if he could think through this deep meaning, he would definitely have great gains, and he would even be able to open a sect and create a study that was not inferior to Mr. Yangming's mind.

Of course, Mr. Sun couldn't understand that what Zhu Youxiao wanted to express here was the theory of class struggle, and if he could understand the division and meaning of the ruling class and the ruled class, he would be able to understand the meaning of Zhu Youxiao's words.

Speaking of which, the course could not continue, Sun Chengzong leaned over and picked up the scroll that had fallen on the ground, and left in a hurry, although this conversation was short, but he gave him a great touch in his thoughts, and he needed to go back and think about it.

"This..."Looking at everything that happened in front of him, Zhu Changluo was a little dumbfounded, and he didn't know why it had developed like this.

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