"Master Zheng, in front of the stone tablet over there, who are the people paying tribute to?"

In the official post next to the Doumu Palace, Zhu Youxiao stood outside the pavilion on the second floor, pointed to the intersection at the foot of the mountain in the direction of Bixia Palace, and asked Zheng Haizhu.

Zheng Haizhu glanced at Lu Xiangsheng, who was standing on the other side, and said to Zhu Youxiao: "After Master Lu and I saw it yesterday, I went to ask, saying that it was to pay tribute to Master Lu, who had been a right-hand politician in Shandong. Xiangsheng, you tell Your Highness about it. ”

Lu Xiangsheng understood that Zheng Haizhu was on this trip, although he did not teach him to intervene too early in some things that he tore his face with the powerful landlord, but in front of Zhu Youxiao, he pushed him out from time to time to explain, so as to enhance the teacher-student friendship between him and the future prince.

Lu Xiangsheng then picked up the key points and said: "Master Lu, it is Lu Kun, one of the three sages of Wanli, the official to the left waiter of the criminal department of my Ming Dynasty, who passed away three years ago. When Lu Shilang was an official in Shandong, he used the incense tax silver of Mount Tai to dig a new road, and the people who entered the incense could be separated from the mountain and the mountain, and there would no longer be the tragedy of the previous trampling casualties. ”

"Oh, so," Zhu Youxiao said, "no wonder the incense behind him looks more prosperous than the ones offered in the temple." ”

Because the two masters Zheng and Lu were no longer outsiders in his eyes, Zhu Youxiao added with feeling: "I, Daming, still have virtuous ministers, I collected the incense tax silver, and I didn't privately swallow what I got for myself, but I still took it from the people and used it for the people." ”

Zheng Haizhu was slightly embarrassed in her heart.

Zhu Youxiao went out and experienced all kinds of dramatic and real events intensively in a month, and the clear stupidity of young people faded a lot.

He has learned to look at what is worth thinking about in the real world, both up and down.

Zheng Haizhu said: "Your Highness, of course Lu Shilang is a virtuous minister, but if a virtuous minister does not have money, the new road leading to Mount Tai cannot be repaired." ”

Zhu Youxiao looked sideways at Zheng Haizhu, and for the first time showed a rather aggressive teasing: "Master Zheng, these days, no matter what you say, you can quote the word lack of money." Why, Lone in Qufu has already handed in his homework to the master, and the master still doesn't feel that the apprentice has grown? ”

Zheng Haizhu met the unobtrusive gaze and sighed lightly: "How could it be." The so-called teaching and learning are mutually beneficial, in fact, His Royal Highness's benevolence and courage also made me not hesitate when I drew my sword that night. ”

Zhu Youxiao was praised by the elders he looked up to, and his mind became more solid.

And because of today's plan, compared with sitting under the gate of Qufu City to sell crafts, there is a little more fresh excitement, and he is more eager to explore, where will he retreat.

He glanced at Lu Xiangsheng, who had a straight face, and said bluntly: "Master Lu can actually not go." ”

Lu Xiangsheng said decisively: "The minister should go." Your Royal Highness, the minister also wants to be a virtuous minister like Duke Lu. The minister saw with his own eyes how the rules of the imperial court rotted in various places, just like the fact that Duke Lu personally went up and down Dongyue and explored the rugged mountain roads. ”

The corners of Zhu Youping's mouth curved: "Master Lu is right. ”

What he thought in his heart was, if Master Lu goes into battle, I will rest assured.

Since he knew that Zheng Haizhu was squeezed out by the old diehards in Donglin, and even looked at Lu Xiangsheng, Zhu Youxiao was faintly a little more vigilant.

He likes Master Lu very much, but since Master Lu has always written the words "Donglin disciple" on his head, Zhu Youxiao is inevitably worried.

If Master Lu and Master Zheng openly cut the table, they would be upset, for fear that if he didn't say anything, he would be secretly instructed by those grandmasters of Donglin to make a stumbling block for Master Zheng.

Today, since Master Lu is also acting in that scene that is destined to make a bigger scene, at least it shows that he doesn't care about the etiquette department controlled by Donglin and is a big ugly.

Zheng Haizhu observed Zhu Youxiao's micro-expression from the side.

The emperor's eldest son actually covered it up well, but Zheng Haizhu understood Zhu Youxiao's thoughts.

The other party had already confided his concerns about Lu Xiangsheng in private.

Zheng Haizhu was pleased, not because she felt that she had won the loyalty and concern of a young man, but because she was worthy of the sense of accomplishment that the female animal was proud of.

She is not a guest of the moon.

She is satisfied with Zhu Youxiao, who was recorded in the history of the Qing Dynasty, and in this time and space, when she first appeared on the political stage, she showed her ability to figure out the complexity of people's hearts.

In order to become a qualified politician and an experimental head of state who changes the structure of the superstructure, in addition to benevolence and courage, Zhu Youxiao should always maintain a skeptical spirit and keen insight.

Zheng Haizhu turned around, looked at the bronze mirror in the corner of the flower hall, straightened the men's clothes on his body that were the same as Lu Xiangsheng, and helped the square scarf on his head, and said to the little fire man holding the wooden box: "Change clothes for Your Highness." ”

……

Wang Song woke up from a nap, it was almost the middle of Shenzhong, and the sun was in the west.

Wang Song asked his subordinates to order a table of refreshments and fruits from the best restaurant on the street to come in and record them in the public account of the post station.

He leisurely leaned under the window on the second floor, sipping fragrant tea, and his eyes never left the courtyard where the emperor's eldest son stayed.

Under the roses, the young master from Songjiang was copying the scriptures, standing up from time to time and saying a few words to Cao Huachun.

The beautiful woman is dressed plainly, especially the Buddhist clothes, which is really unique, no wonder Taishan is known as one of the four uniques.

Wang Song thought with interest.

The subordinates reported that Songjiang Shi Taiwu came out of the study with Gonggong Cao, and he was still in the courtyard. I want to come to the emperor's eldest son to doze off, and I have to listen to the master talk about Buddhism when I turn around.

Wang Song couldn't help but have a thought, there is really nothing to do with himself today, if the emperor's eldest son will not summon him, and he has enough spirits, it is better to go out to have fun in the name of friends.

If the prostitution is not good to go to the public account of the post station, it will be taken out of the account of the Ministry of Rites.

There is nothing unseemly, this is also taken from prostitutes and used by prostitutes, and he is in Qufu, raising money for the Ming Dynasty, and he has suffered so much fright and grievances, so he can't use the silver of the court to comfort him.

Wang Song then Shi Shiran got up, went into the house and put on a ramie shirt with big sleeves, and was about to go downstairs, but saw a subordinate rushing up in a hurry.

"Wang, Master Wang, no, Your Highness and the two masters met a nun in a brothel, ah no, they met a prostitute in a nunnery."

Wang Song's slender eyes with puffy eyelids widened, even more shocked than the previous time when he heard Zhu Youxiao set up a stall under the city gate to sell woodware.

"When did the eldest son of the emperor go out?" He stared at his subordinates and said this.

But I heard Cao Huachun shouting angrily from downstairs: "Lao Wang, Wang Song, you go with our family quickly!" ”

Half an hour later, at the northern foot of Mount Tai, in front of the nunnery covered by the canopy, the brocade guard and the small fire man opened the way, leading Cao Huachun and Wang Song, straight inside, to a Zen room at the back of the main hall.

Zhu Youxiao stepped out of one of the meditation rooms, pointed to a sea-blue figure kneeling under the steps, and said angrily to Wang Song: "You Ministry of Rites, you have done a good job!" ”