The person who came was dressed in a red robe to show the vigor of a young man, and his hair was tied with a silver crown.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his grandson in front of him and felt that he was satisfied with everything.

The only fly in the ointment is that it is too similar to his old son.

"Zhu Lao Er, how can you do it."

He couldn't help but sigh quietly, and was not heard by anyone.

This time, Zhu Shangbing's great contribution was supposed to hold a banquet, but because the day of the assassination was delayed, the Ministry of Rites postponed it for a few days.

After a long time, he was a lot taller, and he was as strong as a cow with Qin's second child.

"Where's your father?"

The thought of that bastard made him angry, and now the child does not accompany him when he comes to visit.

Zhu Shangbing's smile stiffened when he heard this, and he couldn't help but slander in his heart.

It's not the last time the cheap dad was drawn into a pig's head, and now he has no face to see people, he can't help but think, is beating his son really the true legend of the old Zhu family?

"Grandpa Huang, my grandson is here to ask for something."

He hadn't forgotten the true purpose of his visit, and said to the one above.

Hearing Zhu Shangbing's request, Zhu Yuanzhang opened his eyes and looked at him, thinking about what kind of reward he would ask for, but he couldn't figure it out for a long time.

He simply raised his hand to signal him to get up and spoke directly.

"But it doesn't hurt to say it."

was expected to be decisive, Zhu Shangbing pretended to be melancholy on his face, first saying that the cheap dad had not slept well recently, was seriously drunk and extremely unreliable.

Zhu Yuanzhang kept nodding when he heard this, and he agreed with his summary.

Seeing this, Zhu Shangbing had a complete showdown, and he said it in the future.

"My grandson wants to go back to the fiefdom with my father."

There was silence in the Fengtian Temple.

Even Du Andao, who slapped Zhu Yuanzhang, subconsciously stopped his movements and raised his eyes to look at Zhu Shangbing, the emotions in it were indescribably complicated.

This little ancestor is really not angry! What do you want is not good to ask for this.

The superior clearly did not have this intention and insisted on proposing it, which was understandable for homesickness at least and ill-intentioned at worst.

Hold back, this is Zhu Laoer's son, normal!

Although Zhu Yuanzhang was still smiling on his face, the green tendons on his forehead had already flared up, and he kept scolding Zhu Fan angrily in his heart, the sons he gave birth to were already so good, why didn't he give him some eyesight.

Is this what to say?

But thinking of Zhu Shangbing's excellent exploits in the emperor simulator, he still calmed down that anger, and turned to a mournful expression, and his voice was slightly desolate.

"Shang Bing, you also know that we are a lot older, Yun Xi is now the grandson and needs to learn to deal with government affairs, and Yun Xi is not in good health and can't come often."

"You are the only old man in this palace who can speak, and now even you have to leave, what can we do!"

This inexplicable reaction really made Zhu Shangbing unable to fix it.

So you are such a Hongwu Emperor?

Seeing that Zhu Shangbing didn't say anything for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang could only hope for the one next to him.

Du Andao saw Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes behind his back, and he understood that he would also mess around with him.

"Your Royal Highness, don't you know that since you left, after you sealed His Royal Highness the Grand Sun, Your Majesty's side has been very deserted, and even the palace is lifeless and lacks vitality."

It's all up to your peers.

Looking at Du Andao's exaggerated expression, Zhu Yuanzhang was still happy in his heart.

Behold......

Zhu Shangbing was a little shaken, and wanted to help Du Andao, who knelt on the ground in order to beg him, but he still stubbornly took it back and turned his head away.

Seeing that he had already reacted, Du Andao took advantage of the victory to chase after him.

"If you can, the old slave begs you to stay, as the so-called filial piety is ...... Forget it, if His Highness is embarrassed, it's just that the old slave is too talkative. ”

At this point, Zhu Shangbing was embarrassed to refuse.

But fortunately, at this time, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly returned to his previous demeanor, and after coughing lightly twice to attract attention, he suddenly took out the box.

I opened it to myself, and inside it was a delicate short knife.

"This is a gift for you, you must come to a banquet in two days, and there is a poetry meeting held by Yunwen this afternoon, if you want to go, you might as well ......"

Zhu Yuanzhang meant something, he hoped that Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Shangbing could support each other.

But......

Why is this person in front of him looking forward to it so much? It's because I had planned it for a long time.

I saw Zhu Shangbing's eyes light up, and he took the box with a smile and said.

"My grandson will go."

……

Imperial Garden Poetry Society.

Looking at the beautiful scenery here, those talents who were invited to sing poems one after another.

said some crepe words in his mouth, and Zhu Shangbing wanted to give them two punches.

Vassalage elegance.

The literati and the martial artists despised each other, the former disgusted the recklessness of the martial arts, and to put it bluntly, they were a tendon, while the latter laughed at the literati for not being able to lift their hands.

Zhu Shangbing's appearance in the Imperial Garden was like standing out from the crowd.

With the presence of the imperial grandson, he could suppress it, so the talented people here couldn't help but laugh.

"It's good for Wufu to go back to practice, why bother to come here to find it unhappy?"

"The prince of Qin is rumored to have done his homework, how can you say that it is so unbearable."

"Having said that, who knows if it's true or not."

……

This group of people was really bold, and Zhu Shangbing was not angry.

He walked up to the loudest man, picked up the poem he had written, and smiled.

But that's it.

blurted out four words, and the group of talented people were stunned.

I didn't expect to be looked down upon by the martial arts, especially the popular one's face flushed.

"Why do you say my poems are bad?"

As soon as this question came out, Zhu Shangbing immediately laughed and couldn't even straighten his waist.

The movement here quickly attracted Zhu Yunwen's attention, and the contrast between the two was too obvious.

The stars hold the moon and the arrows.

Zhu Shangbing looked at the chattering man and said with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"A bad is a bad one."

Are the people who are invited by the grandson general? He is famous in Yingtian.

Who knew it would end up like this.

didn't care about the identity gap, he immediately stuffed the pen into Zhu Shangbing's hand and shouted angrily.

"You have the ability."

The rest of the people saw that the matter was making trouble, and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them.

"Don't embarrass His Royal Highness, poetry is not something anyone can do."

Regardless of whether you win or lose, someone will be down, and it is difficult to have both.

One side is a talented man, and the other side is a son.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Shangbing's voice suddenly sounded, and he took the sentence.

"Okay, I'll do it."

The man wrote Mei, but it was very cheesy, and it was a world away from what he had learned in textbooks.

The reason why Zhu Shangbing was so excited in Fengtian Hall was naturally because he was about to go through the necessary plot of the traverser.

Up and down for 5,000 years, there are so many good poems.

Since he came, he couldn't live up to the knowledge in his head, and he picked up a pen and wrote.

The people around were a little curious in their eyes, and they only heard King Qin say that the prince loved to read, but he had never seen good poems and sentences flowing out, and now he can see it with his own eyes.

It's not worth the trip.

Soon Zhu Shangbing stopped his pen and leaned to the side, allowing the group of people to come to the table.

The man who had just ridiculed Zhu Shangbing looked stunned, and looked at the verses on it and took a few steps backwards.

"How is this possible! This poem will be passed down through the ages! ”