This time, the will in the palace came very quickly, but in two or three days, Gu Yanzhang should be edicted to get a storytelling ministry in the Chongzheng Palace.

He was a little troubled by that purpose.

Ji Qingling looked amused and asked, "What's wrong with Fifth Brother?" ”

Gu Yanzhang shook his head and said, "Your Majesty...... At this age, I don't know how to teach ......."

He also said: "When I was his age, I only thought about going out with my third brother every day to play with sticks and guns, and if it wasn't for my father and mother, I would have pulled out the old gentleman's beard." ”

When he said this, his face suddenly condensed slightly, and he clenched his fists.

Ji Qingling naturally knew what he was thinking, so he stepped forward, shook his hand gently, and said, "It's a thing of the past." ”

Gu Yanzhang nodded, although his face was not obvious, he secretly sighed in his heart.

Both of them died because of the Northern Barbarians, but Qingling would not know that Yanzhou was slaughtered, and there was really another reason......

From the previous interrogation of Li Chengwei's case to the end, he did not tell anyone else about the clue he heard, even if that person was Ji Qingling.

Then after Li Chengwei entered the Xuande Gate, he probed the results he heard, the follow-up he knew, and the things he did quietly, and he didn't tell Ji Qingling - there was really no need for this.

The two of them sat down at the table together.

Gu Yanzhang said: "Fan Dashen and they have been attending classes for many days, but somehow, there is no news at all, and I don't know what the situation is in the palace. ”

After he said this, he suddenly realized something in his heart, and raised his head and glanced at Ji Qingling.

Ji Qingling's expression also became a little ugly.

The Son of Heaven has been on the throne for a while, not only Fan Yaochen, the servants of the Chongzheng Palace, but also the rest of the Chongzheng Palace's storytellers have also taken turns to enter the palace, but the rumors about him have not been exposed at all.

That's not a good thing.

It stands to reason that at this time, there should have been some rumors about the early wisdom of the Son of Heaven, the wisdom of the Son of Heaven, the benevolence of the Son of Heaven, etc., even though he is only six or seven years old, but since he is the Son of Heaven, for the sake of the society, he must "will" be different.

Something as silent as this only illustrates one thing.

No one spoke for the Son of Heaven.

What is the reason?

Is it unwilling, can't, or dare?

Ji Qingling proposed: "Why don't you go and ask Mr.?" ”

But she quickly overturned this idea, and said: "Forget it, it's not appropriate after all......"

Although Zhao Zhu is still young, he has already ascended the throne, and now there is no prince, so it is not good to set up Zishantang. In the past, when Zhao was still alive, Zhao Zhu did not go to Zishantang because of his young age and being a descendant of the northern class.

Although he has been an official for several years, after all, his qualifications are too shallow, and he has no background in the court, even if he is a little from the same family, but the courtiers and the clan have always been distinct, and there is not much intersection, and for a while, Gu Yanzhang couldn't find the right person to ask.

There are a lot of students in Liuboshan, and if you think about it carefully, you should be able to find some clues, but the current situation is complicated, and there is no need to attract attention.

Gu Yanzhang thought for a while and said, "Let's go and take a look first, I'll prepare a few charters, and then I'll see which one is appropriate." ”

Speaking of books and interpretations, since he entered Liangshan, he has never been afraid.

***

On this day, Gu Yanzhang took the lesson plan and arrived at the Chongzheng Hall early.

Seeing that it was him, the official outside did not stop him, but only carefully opened the door and pointed to the left hall.

It was quiet inside, and there was no sound to be heard.

Gu Yanzhang stepped in, and saw that there were many yellow doors standing outside the left hall, and when he got closer, it was Huang Zhaoliang who was in class.

The left hall is not big, only two tables are placed in it, the front one is the teacher's case, and the back one is for Zhao Zhu.

At this time, Huang Zhaoliang was standing aside, and Zhao Zhu was sitting in front of the desk, holding a pen in his hand, as if he was writing something on paper.

Neither of them spoke.

Although Huang Zhaoliang is a southerner, he is very tall, and at this time, standing beside Zhao Zhu with a straight waist, it seems more and more that the emperor is bound and twisted like a cooked shrimp, and he is a small one.

Gu Yanzhang looked suspicious.

The Great Jin Dynasty has very high requirements for etiquette, Zhao Zhu is the grandson of the Marquis of Huaiyin, and he is not a child of an ordinary down-and-out clan.

Even if the Marquis of Huaiyin felt sorry for the child and didn't care much, but after entering the palace, it has been many days, and there should always be a ceremonial officer watching from the side, so how can he be left to him?

What's even more strange is that Huang Zhaoliang was watching from the sidelines, and he didn't even correct it?

Zhao Zhu turned his back to the door, Gu Yanzhang couldn't see anything clearly, and it was difficult to get closer, so he could only wait quietly and look at the situation inside.

However, after a while, he realized that something was wrong.

- Zhao Zhu's actions are too big.

Gu Yanzhang frowned, took two steps to the right, and stared at the new emperor's hands and shoulders.

The table is very large, but the raw paper on it is only one foot square, so that it is convenient for the young emperor to be able to write well without too much effort.

Zhao Zhu held a pen in his hand and wrote on the paper.

As we all know, small words are better than big ones.

In Gu Yanzhang's opinion, a six- or seven-year-old child is not without a good hand-Qingling was only eight years old at the time, and his body was already quite hot, although he was young and his wrist strength was weak, but his words were also clear and delicate, and he had his own body, which was very good-looking.

This should be a talent, not something that everyone can have. Although ordinary people can draw gourds in the same way, they may not be able to pick one that is comparable to Qingling.

Even so, when she wanted to write in big characters, she shook her head and laughed to hide, saying that it was difficult to write.

And Zhao Zhu's movements, saying a wide open and closed, seem to be a bit exaggerated, but it is really like a painting, horizontal and vertical on the table.

Huang Zhaoliang suddenly took two steps out of the way.

Gu Yanzhang saw Zhao Zhu rolling the pen in his hand on the table, and he twisted the candy, bent his upper body down, grabbed the right boot with his right hand, grabbed the left boot with his left hand, and smashed it to the ground like this.

only heard the two sounds of "bang" and "bang", and the two boots had been thrown to the left and right under Huang Zhaoliang's feet.

However, Zhao Zhu did not stop, but according to Fang Cai's appearance, he took off the left and right socks, carried the socks in his hand, stood on the chair at once, and jumped from the chair to the ground.

His movements were extremely fast, and the palace people standing behind him had no time to stop him, and although Huang Zhaoliang's face was pale, there was no surprise on his face, but he shouted: "Your Majesty! ”

Zhao Zhu ignored it, but climbed up and down the chair by himself.

"Bang", Zhao Zhu stepped on a crooked foot when he climbed up again, the chair was brought to the ground, and he himself stumbled.