Han Fengtian was stunned for a moment, and then laughed.

This Mo Yu is a little interesting, and he will behave rudely and speechlessly for a while, as if he is a street gentleman.

After a while, it can pop up a rare sentence, which makes people have endless aftertaste.

Although it seems to be very contradictory, it is not against the harmony, but it gives him a feeling of this kid's true temperament.

Including the information about Mo Yu he collected before, it was also mentioned that he was bold and reckless, but he was thoughtful and extraordinary, but he never showed off.

Han Chengxian also looked at Mo Yu with a shocked face, as the prince of Tianqian Kingdom, he had heard of Mo Yu's deeds a long time ago, and when he saw it today, he was really a fierce man.

Even he never dared to complain a few words in his heart, but he never said it anywhere.

After all, these families are very powerful, and they can't say when a word accidentally said will be known by the other party.

Is he really not afraid, or does he really not know?

"Just talk about these words here, these families are very small-minded, if you chew the root of your tongue outside, you have to pay attention to your head, your strength is too low, you can't stop any master."

Han Fengtian kindly reminded him, this kid has more appetite for him, and he still doesn't want him to die inexplicably.

Mo Yu couldn't explain anything, although now his defense was hard against the Quadruple Heavenly Cultivator without any pressure, but his ontological attack methods could be said to be pitiful.

When it comes to fighting, it is also the same set of Wang Baquan commonly used by the gangsters, plus the lower body and the hammer head, which is completely unavailable on the stage.

Mo Yu wanted to practice martial arts, but there was really no good master to teach him.

Yun Peijun, who has the most sparring with him, is spiritual, and his martial arts foundation is also average, and his spiritual skills are varied, but unfortunately Mo Yu can't learn any of them.

"Yes, kid got it." Mo Yu nodded in response.

Han Fengtian didn't say anything more, beckoned to Han Chengxian, and said:

"This is my son Han Chengxian, and he is also the prince of Tianqian, you can move around more in the future, Chengxian, this is Mo Yu."

"I've seen the prince." Mo Yu bowed his hand and saluted.

Han Chengxian smiled and helped him, "I have heard Mr. Mo's name for a long time, and I have never had the opportunity to see it, but today I finally got what I wanted." ”

Mo Yu was sweating in his heart, but his face was not easy to show, so he could only nod and snort.

After a few people chatted a few words, Han Fengtian got to the point.

"You have also seen the situation just now, these families are now deep-rooted, and they don't take the royal family into account at all, and it has been almost two years since the catastrophe, but they are still here to care about their own interests, and they are really national thieves."

Han Fengtian said angrily, with his previous temper, he would have started killing people a long time ago.

But it is easy to kill people, but it is difficult to cure people.

Once these families fall out, the entire Tianqian will be ruined at that time.

Han Chengxian also frowned, although he has been the crown prince all these years, he may not have the right to speak in many things as well as a powerful minister.

In this catastrophe, even his East Palace shrunk his clothes and food, and took out as much money and food as possible for disaster relief.

But those families took the opportunity to accumulate wealth and embezzle real estate one by one, and what he knew alone was not a small amount, not to mention that there were too many that he didn't know.

The strength is not as good as others, and this is how to control elbows everywhere.

Mo Yu asked curiously, "Isn't there a person in this court that Your Majesty has cultivated yourself?" ”

It's been half a year since he came to this world, but Mo Yu has spent half of his time cultivating in the secret territory of the Imperial City, and he really doesn't know anything about these things.

But according to common sense, as the Ninth Five-Year Honor of a country, there is no descendant of his own under his hands, which is really a bit unreasonable.

"Yes, most of the military power is still in my hands, but there are too few people who can be used in internal affairs, take the Li family in charge of the household department as an example, they can cultivate talents who are proficient in arithmetic, which is also the most fundamental reason why the Li family can always be in charge of the household department."

Han Fengtian sighed, he didn't want to concentrate power, but he didn't have this kind of person under his hands, even if it was handed over to him, he wouldn't be able to do it.

Mo Yu's eyes widened, is there no one who even teaches basic mathematics here?

"Isn't there a school?"

"School? What's that? Han Fengtian asked rhetorically.

All right...

You win...

Do the people who dare to love here don't care about anything in their minds every day except for cultivation?

In this way, it can still be established for hundreds of years, and Mo Yu is also drunk.

"The school is a place to teach and educate people, and there are special teachers to teach students to read, read and count."

The foundation of these people is too poor, so it's no wonder that they are not constrained by those families.

Han Fengtian shook his head and said: "Although I care about the world, the more people often know, the more ideas they have. ”

Mo Yu thought about it, for feudal society, this is also the truth, this should be the so-called foolish policy.

The people at the bottom only need to bury their heads in hard work, and they don't need to understand too many big truths, so that the rulers can manage them.

But for Mo Yu, who was born under the red flag of socialism, he didn't approve of this idea, but he couldn't change anything.

And this matter really doesn't have much to do with him, and if something happens, he will offend people.

"Your Majesty said yes." Mo Yu didn't plan to sell off his limited knowledge, so he quickly finished the dispute between the nine gates and hurried home to live his own life was the most important thing.

But how could Han Fengtian let him go so easily.

The other party smiled, looked at Mo Yu and said, "But Mr. Mo, since you mentioned the school just now, you must have an idea in your heart, why don't you tell me about it?" ”

Mo Yu couldn't wait to smoke his two big pockets and have a good mouth.

"No, no, it's just a feeling, just talk about it."

But Han Fengtian didn't believe it at all, and quietly picked up the teacup and took a sip, as if talking to himself:

"I remember that some people have offended all the sects in Tianqian, you said that if I and the academy don't protect this, what will happen to him?"

it?

Mo Yu looked at Han Fengtian with wide eyes, this guy actually came to this trick.

"Ahem, I suddenly remembered a little bit."

Although Mo Yu was sure that Han Fengtian would not really do this, but the dignified monarch of a country said everything, and if he didn't say anything again, he was afraid that he would inevitably be wearing small shoes.

Phew, next time Lao Tzu will definitely pretend to be deaf and dumb.

Han Chengxian also looked funny next to him, this Mo Yu obviously had a gully in his heart, but he always hid it, if he didn't hold his handle, he didn't know how long he would hide it.

Maybe that's what the master does...

"Borrow pen and paper." Mo Yu said helplessly.

Han Fengtian glanced at Gonggong Hai, and the other party immediately understood, walked to the desk, laid out the paper, and began to study the ink.

I have to say that the royal things are really extravagant, and I don't know what the ink is, and there is a faint fragrance when it is ground out.

Mo Yu took the pen and began to write on the paper.

Several people came over to take a look, but what was written on the paper confusing them.

"Mr. Mo, what exactly are you writing here? How to look crooked, so strange. ”

Han Chengxian asked curiously, he didn't believe that such a person with outstanding literary skills would not be able to write well, so no one would believe it.

Mo Yu's old face flushed, he really couldn't write well, and even this brush was used for the first time, fortunately, Xing'er told him how to take the brush before, and it was not written in Chinese characters, otherwise this ugliness would be too big.

"Ahem, it's Arabic numerals, that's how it's written, and that's the most standard way for me to write it."