"Get up!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said with a smile: "Big companion, my pencil drawing is good!" ”

As soon as this question came out, Feng Bao was naturally a wave of sycophants, and Zhu Yijun listened to it with a smile on his face, nodding his head and looking at Feng Bao, looking very useful. After a while, Zhu Yijun said: "Then wait a few days, I will also paint a picture for my mother." ”

It didn't take long at all, Feng Bao ran to Li at night with the painting in his arms.

Directly told the Li family that his majesty made a pencil and drew the news, and the sycophants were like a tide, what emperor was excellent, what painting skills were superb, anyway, what was good to hear, and the Li family was very happy.

Early the next morning, Zhu Yijun asked people to take the sketchpad and ran to Cining Palace, and Li and Chen each painted a painting.

The palace was naturally highly praised, and Zhu Yijun went to paint a picture for Zhang Juzheng again, and then this matter spread in the capital. Countless people know that the emperor has invented a new style of pen, and the paintings drawn by this kind of pen have a unique charm.

Despite this, there was no pencil drawing, after all, no one could draw.

Zhu Yijun is not in a hurry about this matter, he is ready to wait until the school palace opens to teach these people who are studying with him to paint. Through these people, it will be popular, and when this kind of painting is sought after, his name will be spread.

There is really a lack of entertainment in the palace, and Zhu Yijun is quite bored all day long, so he is ready to do something.

What is the way to do things? That is to make a hobby for my mother, as the daughter of a mason, my mother is not interested in poetry and songs, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Zhu Yijun is ready to engage in Peking Opera, and Zhu Yijun feels that his mother must like it.

All kinds of stories, all kinds of record books, and Zhu Yijun feels that this is a propaganda position.

Whether it is the Ming Dynasty or later generations, propaganda is very important, and the current situation is that propaganda is in the hands of scholars, and they have to find a way to snatch it. Overt robbery is certainly not possible, but it can be done secretly.

Opera is definitely a good means, and after the development of the Song and Yuan dynasties, opera and miscellaneous operas have a lot to offer.

For example, Zhu Yijun knew that Wei Liangfu, who was known as the saint of qu, was hiding in Jiangsu at this time to make Kunqu opera. Kunqu opera is a very old opera, and later the Hui troupe entered Beijing and evolved into Peking Opera, and Zhu Yijun felt that he could do it now.

Wei Liangfu don't do Kunqu Opera, let's go to Beijing to do Peking Opera! When the time comes, sing Yang Jiajiang and Bao Gong, how good.

Zhu Yijun felt that his mother must like it very much, and the Empress Dowager Cixi in later generations would not like to watch dramas. Coupled with her mother's background, opera can definitely win her favor. The provincial people who have nothing to do are always staring at themselves.

"Feng Bao, you go to Jiangsu and recruit Wei Liangfu into Beijing for me!"

Zhu Yijun held a small bowl in his hand, feeding the carp in the lotus pond, and said to Feng Bao.

Feng Bao was stunned, looking for Wei Liangfu? Who is this guy? Although Wei Liangfu has also been an official, and even made a political envoy, there have been too many years for Feng Bao to remember. I couldn't help but feel nervous in my heart, could it be that someone was chewing the root of his tongue in front of the emperor again?

Glancing at Feng Bao, Zhu Yijun's eyes widened, and his heart became more and more crooked.

Originally, I thought it was nothing to keep Feng Bao, but now Zhu Yijun feels more and more constrained. Feng Bao's power is too great, the entire palace is his people, and if he wants to do something, he can't get around him at all.

"What? Otomo is embarrassed? Zhu Yijun looked at Feng Bao with a calm face and asked expressionlessly.

Feng Bao was stunned, what's wrong with the little emperor? This tone of speech is obviously wrong!

"Your Majesty, of course it's no problem!" Feng Bao hurriedly said: "It's just that the old slave doesn't know what this Wei Liangfu is!" What did His Majesty ask him for? I don't know anything, and the old slave doesn't know where to look for it! ”

Zhu Yijun sighed, Feng Bao has not changed because of his crossing!

As the emperor's servant, Feng Bao has forgotten his duty as a slave, and the things the emperor ordered are also what you can ask? Let you do it, and question the emperor, Zhu Yijun finally understood why Emperor Wanli would cut Feng Bao with a sword in history.

"Forget it, don't look for it!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand, as if he felt troublesome and didn't mention this matter.

Feng Bao's eyes flashed with fierceness, he couldn't ask anything from the emperor, but Feng Bao knew that someone must have made a ghost again. After pondering for a long time, Feng Bao felt that this matter must not be counted like this.

Zhu Yijun handed the fish food to the palace maid beside him, and turned around and returned to the Qianqing Palace.

Here Zhu Yijun went back, and over there Feng Bao ran to Cining Palace.

"Niangniang, Your Majesty asked me to find Wei Liangfu today, and the old slave feels that someone has chewed the root of his tongue in front of His Majesty again." Feng Bao stood respectfully behind the Li family, and said while looking at the Li family cautiously.

"Wei Liangfu? Who? When Li Shi heard this, his face immediately sank.

Feng Bao had naturally found Wei Liangfu's information at this time, so he said directly: "Wei Liangfu is a five-year jinshi in Jiajing, the head of the Ministry of Official Industry, the head of the Household Department, a member of the Criminal Department, and the deputy envoy of the Guangxi Judicial Division. In the thirty-first year of Jiajing, he was promoted to the political envoy of Shandong Zuobu, and three years later, he became a minister. ”

Listening to Feng Bao's words, Li's face sank, it was obvious that someone was influencing his son and wanted to achieve some kind of goal through his son.

"Go, call the emperor to the mourning family!" Li Shi had a calm face, he didn't pursue it last time, but this time he didn't. Although he hated those who chewed his tongue in front of the emperor, Li also felt that it was time to discipline his son.

Feng Bao was proud in his heart, and ran out in a fart, and at the same time he was ruthless in his heart, no matter who wants to make trouble this time, see if I don't kill you.

As for the ten-year-old emperor Zhu Yijun, Feng Bao didn't pay attention to it at all, and the palace is now up to the lady's word.

Zhu Yijun sat in the Qianqing Palace, looking out expressionlessly, he was waiting, waiting for Feng Bao. This is a temptation, if Feng Bao goes to sue and doesn't say anything good, Zhu Yijun feels that he should do something.

Mom sent someone to understand her situation, which is no problem, but if you don't tell the truth, but do something in the middle, you can't bear it.

I am ten years old, and my mother wants to know what she does, wants to manage herself, and educates herself, which is understandable. As the saying goes, if you are not afraid of no good things, you are afraid that there are no good people, if Feng Bao really dares to tell right and wrong, Zhu Yijun feels that Feng Bao can't stay.

Seeing Feng Bao running in, Zhu Yijun stood up: "Mother called me over?" Let's go! After speaking, Zhu Yijun didn't wait for Feng Bao to speak, and walked towards Cining Palace, this time to see what Feng Bao said.