A few days ago, Zhu Youzhu thought that his emperor had finally opened his mind, and he actually knew that he was reading books reasonably, and he was still reading history books.

I can't help but be relieved and happy.

As a result, when asked, Zhu Houzhao came up with what the Central Plains Five Uniques, and Emperor Hongzhi asked again after being confused, Zhu Houzhao was not ambiguous, and he told the truth in a hurry.

At this time, Zhu Youzhu realized that the history books that this kid was reading were obviously marginal scripts.

This really made him angry enough, and he felt that it was a waste of feelings, so he punished the prince for kneeling in the warm pavilion for most of the day, and also punished the eunuch who accompanied the prince out of the palace by the way.

And after that day, Zhu Youzhu fell into a busy, it was the Tatar offense, and the earthquake in Chenzhou, so busy that he didn't have time to ask about his precious son again.

Now that I have a moment to spare, I think about it, but I don't want to hesitate again.

Seeing this hesitation in his eyes, Zhu Youjiao's instinct was to chuckle, and then his face sank.

Obviously, his prince has not been honestly a good baby these days, but has made a lot of trouble.

"Xiao Banban, how is the prince doing?" After being silent for a moment, Zhu Youzhu asked again in a flat tone.

Xiao Jing's face became bitter again, which of the eunuchs serving in this palace did not eat next to the master, and there were many masters in the palace, the oldest was the emperor, and the second largest was the prince.

Because the crown prince will become the emperor in the future, it is very simple.

So he would never chew the prince's tongue to the emperor on weekdays, and if the emperor didn't ask, he wouldn't mention it, and sometimes he even had to help the prince cover up.

"Emperor, the slave maid heard that early this morning, the prince went to the empress dowager and her old man to say goodbye, and he is much more sensible than before."

Hearing this, Zhu Youzhang's face softened slightly, "Filial piety comes first, this is a big festival." ”

He said this slowly, but not like a compliment, but as if he was comforting himself, and then he asked, "Besides, what else has the prince done recently?" ”

"This..."Xiao Jing hesitated for a while, saw that the emperor was impatient, sighed in his heart, and said helplessly: "The slave maid heard that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been out of the palace for two days in a row, and it seems that he has recognized a master outside the palace." ”

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Zhu Youzhu was already angry, but when he heard the second half of the sentence, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Master?

After a short period of distraction, Zhu Youzhang's anger soon surged up again, for the education of the prince, he went to the East Palace and didn't know how many Hanlins he ordered, which of these Hanlin was not full of poetry and books, and he was talented, so why did he go outside the palace to worship any master.

It can be seen that the prince worships this master and is by no means rushing to study.

After suppressing the anger in his heart a few times, Zhu Youzhu gritted his teeth and asked, "Has he ever left the palace today?" ”

“... out, His Royal Highness went out of the palace after greeting the Empress Dowager, but, but at this hour, I think the prince has returned to the palace...."

After saying this, Xiao Jing closed his eyes in resignation, waiting for the emperor's brilliant Tianwei.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Youzhu did not get angry, and even his face calmed down strangely, and after being silent for a while, he suddenly asked out loud: "How do ordinary people teach their children in their families?" ”

Xiao Jing seemed to have guessed something, his heart trembled, and Ai Ai replied: "Back to the emperor, the godson of ordinary people is not the same, but basically they are mainly preaching..."

"Has there ever been a saying that filial piety comes out of the people under the stick?"

“... Yes, yes. ”

“......”

Hearing this, Zhu Youzhu fell silent, half-closed his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and after a while, he suddenly got up and walked outside the hall, and those eunuchs didn't dare to slack off when they saw this, and immediately followed.

When he walked outside the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Hongzhi suddenly turned his head and ordered: "Go, find me a stick, it should be thicker." ”

After that, he ignored the crowd and walked in the direction of the East Palace by himself.

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In the East Palace, Zhu Houzhao held the pen with a sad face, with tears in his eyes, this amount was like a thousand catties of burden in his hand, and the hand holding the pen was also shaking slightly.

After carrying the bucket for most of the day, his arms were sore and numb, and he wanted to wait for a good rest after returning to the palace, and then come to learn magic the next day after recuperation, but when he left, he was assigned some homework for Rauschzi.

This homework is also very simple, copy the Analects that you study today ten times, this is called reviewing the past, and copy the one you will learn tomorrow ten times, this is called knowing the new.

Twenty times together, and I'll bring it with me when I come tomorrow.

got such a homework, Zhu Houzhao has been scolding his mother since he returned to the palace, but scolding is scolding, if he doesn't write....

"Bring your homework when you come tomorrow, if you don't write it, or if you don't finish it, then you won't use it, remember, you won't use it in the future."

This is Xia Yuan's original words at the time, not only this sentence, but also a supplement, "Don't think about letting others copy it on your behalf, I recognize your handwriting." ”

Seriously, in the face of such a homework, for a moment, Zhu Houzhao really wanted to give up learning martial arts, but as soon as this idea came up, he felt very unwilling, especially unwilling.

After struggling for a long time, he slapped the table, damn, Bengong copied!

But as soon as he held the brush in his hand, he just copied a few words crookedly, and he wanted to cry.

Pain, soreness, leprosy, tiredness... A lot of sensations run down the arm to the wrist and finally to the fingers.

"I don't copy this palace, I don't copy anything, I love it!" As he spoke, Zhu Houzhao slapped the pen on the desk with a huff, and then lay down on his back and began to rot.

Looking at His Highness's appearance, the eunuchs in the palace looked at each other, and after a while, Gu Da came up with a bumpy and said, "Your Highness, the slave maid has a good way, so that His Highness doesn't have to copy books, and Ming'er can still hand in this homework." ”

"No need to copy? Are you serious? What's the idea? ”

"It's not that you don't have to copy it, it's that you don't need to copy it." Faced with the prince's three consecutive questions, Gu Dayong first corrected it, and then said his so-called good method,

"This method is for the slaves and maids to help His Highness copy it."

“......”

Zhu Houzhao felt that if he hadn't had a sore hand and a sore arm at this time, he would definitely be pumped up in a big fight.

"you! What kind of good way is this, haven't you heard what the master said, he recognizes the handwriting of the palace. ”

"So what the slave said is that you don't need to copy it, not that you don't need to copy it, the slave and the maid's idea is that Your Highness, you will first be tired of copying it, and then find someone to copy the rest of your handwriting, and Master Xia can't see it if you think about it."

Zhu Houzhao thought about it and asked with some suspicion: "I really can't see it?" ”

Faced with this good opportunity to raise his face in front of his master, Gu Dayong didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately patted his chest to pack the ticket, "Your Highness, rest assured, you will never see it!" ”

"Good! The palace just wrote a few words, so you can copy it according to those handwritings, and when the copy is finished, the palace will count as a good work. ”

"Your Highness, I'm afraid a few words won't work, the slaves and maids think that Your Highness should copy the two assignments together, so that the slaves and maids can take the copy safer."

Zhu Houzhao pondered about it and seemed to be the truth, although he didn't want to copy the book very much, but twenty times became two, which was a tenfold reduction.

This huge sense of disparity instantly dissipated a lot of resistance in my heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he sat up, he looked very handsome just now, but now he looked very embarrassed when he took the pen again.

Holding the brush in his hand, Zhu Houzhao gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, Bengong will copy it first, and then you will copy it again!" ”

"Eh, Your Highness is affected." Gu Dayong nodded again and again with a smile, he had thought about it, and when the time came, he would send it to Gonggong Liu first, and let him copy it a few times according to the handwriting.

Anyway, there is nothing to do when lying on the bed all day long, humming and chirping, just to help His Highness copy books.

The hall was silent, only the sound of Zhu Houzhao grinning from time to time, and the rustle of crooked handwriting on the paper.

"Emperor...."

I don't know how long it has been, and I don't know who shouted the word emperor outside the hall, and then it stopped, and then the sound of plopping was endless.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but turn his head to look, and then he froze, he saw his father coming in from outside the palace, his face was gloomy, and he was still carrying a stick in his hand.

The thickness of the rolling pin of the stick, combined with the ugly face of the father, think about it with the buttocks, and you know that this stick is definitely not used for rolling noodles, and eighty percent of it is beating.

As for who to beat, Zhu Houzhao is quite self-aware, and it is estimated that he is beating himself.

He guessed quite right, Zhu Youzhu did beat him with this stick, he has always spoiled this prince, not to mention beating, but he didn't even say a few heavy words.

But today Zhu Youzhu really can't bear it, he thinks that he is only over thirty years old, but his temples have already grown gray hair, and he doesn't dare to slack off on weekdays, and he almost wants to vomit blood when he is tired, and who is this tiring and tired work for every day?

It's not for this prince, thinking that he is working hard now, and the prince will inherit a peaceful country in the future.

But this father's love is all fed to the dogs.

This rebel jumps up and down every day, never refusing to make himself comfortable.

As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Youzhu felt endless compassion in his heart, not for others, but for himself.

A habitual son is like a murderer, I must not be soft-hearted, I must not be soft-hearted...

Along the way, Zhu Youzhu was doing psychological construction for himself, reminding himself that he must not be soft-hearted, and finally put his heart down, but when he entered the East Palace and saw the scene in front of him, he was stuck.

This rebel... No, what is my emperor doing?