"This palace is just going to see, when did you have a relationship with Master Wu?" Zhu Houzhao looked serious.

But as long as there is nothing to do, Lao Gao will never have a friendship with the ministers of the DPRK and China.

There must be something interesting to do, so I don't let this palace go.

It must be so!

"Your Highness has this kung fu, why don't you go back to the palace to study the rhythm?"

Yan Chengjin heard that Zhu Houzhao got inspiration from Yang Tinghe's chanting melody and independently composed a tune......

Zhu Houzhao danced with his hands and said with a smile: "This palace has made a song, called "Killing Side Music", you come to the East Palace, and this palace will play it for you." ”

"Is it it?"

"Killing Side Music" is one of the pieces composed by Zhu Houzhao, which has been regarded as a classic by later generations.

The music is equipped with sheng, flute, qin, drums, etc., and the rhythm is extremely rich.

Musicians who have heard this piece have praised this piece as a divine comedy.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the negative textbook Zhu Houzhao.

In later generations, if a student does not study seriously, he will be reprimanded by the master: Do you want to learn Zhu Houzhao!

As far as Yan Chengjin knows, this guy's juju is also extremely powerful.

Born 500 years later, he is the Maradona of Asia.

"Old Gao, have you heard this tune?" Zhu Houzhao asked in surprise.

The name is still heard, Yan Chengjin shook his head: "No." ”

Zhu Houzhao looked at He Neng with great interest: "If you are afraid that the palace will be exposed, the palace will pretend to be a little maid and sneak into the Wu Mansion with you, and Master Wu will not recognize the palace." ”

Are you the Jinyi guard in the shadows Wu Dalang?

Can't see anything?

In less than half an hour, I will report back to Your Majesty.

There is nothing to do on weekdays, but now it is not possible, and the cartoons drawn by Wu Huan will also be reported to His Majesty.

Perhaps, what was originally a small cultural rise in the market was moved to the court for discussion.

"The minister doesn't go to Wu Mansion anymore, he goes to Li Mansion instead."

Yan Chengjin knew that Zhu Houzhao didn't like Li Dongyang the most, and was even a little afraid.

Li Dongyang can always see through his careful thinking.

"Then the palace is back to the palace." Zhu Houzhao didn't care, put his hands on his hands, and walked away happily.

Obviously, after being able to get out of bed, he was in a very good mood.

Waited for a quarter of an hour.

Yan Chengjin got on the sedan chair and went to Wu's mansion.

When I arrived in front of Wu's house, I saw Zhu Houzhao in the rearview mirror, Yan Chengjin: "......"

"Didn't Your Highness go back to the palace?"

"Didn't you go to the Li Mansion?"

"The minister will come to Wu Mansion first, and then go to Li Mansion."

"So is Hongu."

Shameless stuff after that......

Yan Chengjin had a dark face, walked a few steps forward, and when the door saw that a guest was coming, he hurriedly went to report.

Wu Kuanzheng was worried, and when he came back from Yanfu a few days ago, his son Wu Huan worked extremely hard.

The lights are lit until the third watch.

He was relieved that he had eaten half a bowl more than usual.

But what he never expected was that this son of a crime was hiding in the room and painting.

If it weren't for the fact that someone picked up the waste paper and showed him, he would still be in the dark and didn't know it.

"Can the young master still paint these days?"

Wu Kuan ordered someone to grounded Wu Huan, and ordered the scholar to stare at the side, and he came to report when he painted.

In the past, he knew that Wu Huan had a penchant for painting.

The scholar hurriedly replied, "The young master hasn't painted for a few days." ”

Wu Kuan nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, Menzi walked in lightly and reported: "Master, there is a person outside the door who came to visit, and he said that his name is Yan Chengjin." ”

"Nope!" Wu Kuan's old face turned red with anger.

My son is pure by nature, but when he encounters such a thief, he must have been bewitched by him.

Menzi hesitated: "Master, there is another person, he said that his name is Zhu Houzhao." ”

Yan Chengjin prevented Wu Kuan from disappearing and kept a hand.

Zhu Houzhao may brag on weekdays, but there is one sentence, he is by no means bragging.

That is: the great Confucians in the world are all teachers of this palace!

Wu Kuan is also Zhu Houzhao's teacher, a guest lecturer at Zhan Shifu, and a long-standing host of the banquet.

may not meet him, but he will definitely see Zhu Houzhao.

Yan Chengjin also prepared several other plans.

However, since Zhu Houzhao is here, he always has to make use of it.

After a while, Wu Kuan personally came out to greet him: "Minister, I've seen Your Highness!" ”

Looking at Yan Chengjin's gaze, he was a little suspicious, lukewarm: "Your Highness, don't be bewitched by others and sneak out of the palace to play." ”

Yan Chengjin's face did not change, anyway, he is now in the court, and he has been carrying the black cauldron that misled the prince.

Carry it on your back, and you like it.

Zhu Houzhao smiled, and saluted Wu Kuan: "Master Wu's body is okay?" ”

"Your Royal Highness is worried, the minister is grateful in his heart, the minister's body is not very good, his legs and feet hurt when it rains, his waist is also a little problematic, and his ears seem to be ......"

Before Wu Kuan was moved for a few seconds, Zhu Houzhao said straightforwardly: "This palace is here to see Wu Huan." ”

"......" Wu Kuan.

After standing at the door for a while, Wu Kuan realized that he would get out of the way and invite the two of them into the mansion.

However, instead of going to the wing room in the backyard, I went to the main hall.

The yard is decent, compared to Li Dongyang's wealthy mansion, it is a little worse.

"It's Lord Yan who is looking for a dog, right? I don't know what to do with dogs! ”

Where did His Royal Highness get the friendship with my son, it must be that Yan Chengjin wants to find Huan'er.

Wu Kuan saw through it at a glance.

Yan Chengjin pulled out an IOU from his cuffs and said, "This is Wu Huan's debt to the lower officials, and the lower officials are here to ask for debts." ”

Wu Kuan took it and glanced at it, trembling and pointing at Yan Chengjin, so angry that he couldn't speak.

Since the Tang Dynasty, literary debts have been popular among scholars.

If you owe something, you don't pay back the money, but make a poem or a painting to pay off the debt.

This is not unusual.

What's strange is, what the hell is this fox zhai lattice painting?

"Take a look at this palace." Zhu Houzhao pulled it over and took a look: "Master Wu, it is common sense to repay debts." ”

Wu Kuan seemed to be blocked by a big stone, and he was so angry that he couldn't slow down for a long time.

"How could my son be stupid enough to set up such a note, please ask the young master to come out ......"

A moment later,

Wu Huan saluted the three of them, and after reading the note, he was ashamed and said: "It is indeed the note set by the son, father, the son wants to paint......"

"You're going to be angry with the old man!" Wu Kuan is a little upset.

The atmosphere was not so awkward because of Zhu Houzhao's presence, because he was smiling all the time.

Wu Huan lowered his head, a little ashamed of his father.

Yan Chengjin asked, "How is the painting?" ”

Wu Huan said that the adults would wait a minute, and then returned to the room and brought the fox Zhai that he had secretly drawn.

Like the black-and-white comics that Yan Chengjin read when he was a child.

The painting is good, extremely restored, and the imagination is unlimited.

Zhu Hou took a look at it, very interested, and said hurriedly: "Why don't you draw the Three Kingdoms?" ”

"The student doesn't understand horse politics, and he is not good at painting."

"Charcoal?"

"Yes."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes moved, and he pondered slightly.

Yan Chengjin solemnly said: "After the painting is completed, it will be handed over to the official, and this IOU will be paid off." ”

Wu Wan nodded.

Coming out of Wu's mansion, Zhu Houzhao said: "Old Gao, what do you want that to do?" ”

"Your Highness, don't look down on that small painting, it's of great use."

Yan Chengjin didn't want him to explain too much, Zhu Houzhao was already interested in comics.

This is a red flag.

The next morning.

Baiguan stood on the temple, the officials were at the front, and the position behind Ma Wensheng was empty.

That was Wu Kuan's position, and he had always entered the palace earlier than the other ministers.

Emperor Hongzhi asked with concern, "Where is Wu Qing's family?" ”

Xiao Jing hesitated slightly, and whispered: "Lord Wu cried and fainted in the toilet room last night, but fortunately he found it early. ”

Crying and fainting in the toilet room?

Why is it so sad, Emperor Hongzhi can't help but wonder.

Li Dongyang, Ma Wensheng and others were also confused.

"Yesterday, after Yan Chengjin and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince went to the Wu Mansion, Lord Wu was very sad, and that kind of tragedy happened."

Xiao Jing glanced at Yan Chengjin without a trace.

What is the specific reason, the factory guards can't rush into the Wu Mansion to ask.

That's all there is to know for now.

However, it is right to have something to do with Yan Chengjin.

Emperor Hongzhi snorted, a little dissatisfied: "Yan Qing's family, what did you do with the prince in the Wu Mansion yesterday?" ”

Yan Chengjin lowered his head and thought, speculating wildly, how to answer?

If you say that you will ask for debts, you will be crusaded against by the princes.

Before he could answer, Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "It must be that son of a sinister who did something disobedient and made Master Wu sad so much." ”

How did you forget Zhu Houzhao, the pot man who automatically took orders......

Yan Chengjin turned his head slightly and looked at the other ministers.

found that Li Dongyang and the others nodded slightly, convinced.