Zhang Juzheng is seriously teaching the little emperor to read, an hour of time, in the eyes of the little emperor, flies, and for Zhang Juzheng, it is really a bit of a second like a year, the little emperor will throw out some questions in every article, every sentence, these problems are continuous, coherent, and even a little deviant.

The most important thing is that for Zhang Juzheng, who is knowledgeable, these difficult questions to answer are all things he must face.

Finally, at the end of the feast, Zhang Juzheng actually had a feeling of relief, and he suddenly had a strong impulse to let Wang Xilie or Ge Shouli teach the little emperor to read!

In the face of those tricky but fact-based questions, these Confucian scholars are the best at talking nonsense, let them argue with Your Majesty!

Didn't Ge Shouli question him Zhang Juzheng's monopoly of the banquet? Then let Ge Shoulilai come and face these slides that can't be touched! Then let Wang Xilie come and see what kind of difficulty the feast is!

Zhu Yijun got up and bowed slightly, which can be regarded as the end of today's recital.

And Feng Bao sent a small yellow door, signaling those scholars to copy a copy to him, as a eunuch, Feng Bao did not have a famous teacher, many books are stumbling to read, half understand and half do not understand, the cultivation of the "Qi Man Sutra" has been twelve, so to replenish ammunition, you must start from the field that civil officials are best at - four books and five classics.

Defeat your enemies in what they do best, and you'll inflict exponential damage and humiliation on them!

Your Majesty and Zhang Juzheng's recital, those truths seem extremely profound, it doesn't matter if you don't understand, Zhang Juzheng, the first assistant, doesn't understand it very well, why does he Feng Bao understand?

He knew that his vocation was to go out and bite people, and it was enough for him to understand what the sages were talking about.

In the afternoon, Zhu Yijun saw his sparring partner, and among the ten people, two people Zhu Yijun was more concerned.

The first is Zhao Zhenyuan, the eldest son of Zhao Mengyou, a martial artist in the 44th year of Jiajing, the commander of the Henan Metropolitan Division, and the commander of Jinyiwei.

The other is the son of Luo Bingliang, Luo Sigong, who is a thousand households and a thousand households.

Zhu Xixiao is already a little old, and the fathers of the two ten-year-old children Zhao Zhenyuan and Luo Sigong in front of the little emperor, Zhao Mengyou and Luo Bingliang, are all strong competitors for Da Ming Tishuai.

Zhao Mengyou and Luo Bingliang are both martial artists, their ancestors, from the Ming Dynasty Taizu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang raised troops, and they are the old nobles of the Ming Dynasty Sun and Moon Banner.

Zhao Mengyou has an advantage in the competition for the position of Ti Shuai, because Zhao Mengyou is a serious martial artist.

Zhu Yijun's sparring group has increased from ten small yellow doors to twenty people, and today it is still boring and boring to open and stand on the stake.

In Zhu Xixiao's words, there is no shortcut to this martial arts, it is all the kung fu of water milling, for example, this entry requires three years of pile, which requires perseverance, perseverance, and extreme hard work.

For Emperor Daming, there is no need to suffer these hardships at all, if you want to make a show and balance the power of the factory guards, it is enough to come and see it every day.

The afternoon sun shined through the quaint window railing, shone into the martial arts room, and sprinkled on Zhu Yijun, who was squatting and standing on the pile, dyed with a layer of golden yellow, and behind him was a group of children standing on the pile.

The temperature is gradually warming, and Zhu Yijun's forehead is covered with a thin layer of sweat, Zhang Hong is holding a towel next to him, and he doesn't know whether to wipe the sweat on His Majesty's forehead.

"Rubbish!" Zhu Xixiao kicked Luo Sigong's stomach hard, and he was angry, His Majesty's words came true, and the noble children really didn't hold on.

Luo Sigong actually stood and began to relax, his center of gravity was raised intentionally or unintentionally, and his clenched fists began to relax, and at the moment when Zhu Xixiao turned his head, Luo Sigong actually held his knees and wanted to rest.

Zhu Xixiao listened to the eyes of the four directions, and the eyes had already seen that the ten-year-old Luo Sigong was a little slack, and when the kid held his knee, Zhu Xixiao did not hesitate at all, and kicked it up.

It's a shame on your honor!

His Majesty's words are angry, and this Luo Sigong's performance is even more annoying!

Feng Bao was happy when he saw it, the little yellow men were all from poor backgrounds, even in the palace, they were hungry and full, and they had the opportunity to accompany the emperor to practice martial arts, they would be especially cherished, once they performed poorly, it would be the life of the Langxia family for a lifetime, how dare they slack off?

But these nobles are different, they just don't do anything, and they also have thousands of commanding officials at home waiting for hereditary, even if they accompany the little emperor to practice martial arts and don't pass the test, go home and wait to inherit the official position, and they will not worry about food and clothing for a lifetime.

This is the reason why Feng Bao didn't dare to bully the little emperor anymore, and was even so obedient that he was a little afraid.

Because although the little emperor is young, he is an authentic ruthless person.

Isn't the identity of the emperor more noble than the status of these martial artists? But since he practiced martial arts, the little emperor has been tired and hard, practicing until he is limping, and he will not let his body deform, and even have to provoke Ti Shuai with a hard mouth, and train strictly.

What a terrifying perseverance is this?

A ruthless person who is cruel to others and cruel to himself.

Zhu Yijun slowly recovered from the squatting posture, his head and eyes were level, his eyes were looking ahead, and he was calm for about five or six breaths.

He took the towel handed over by Zhang Hong, wiped his sweat, and walked to Luo Sigong, who was beaten.

Zhu Xixiao is a little old, but with this kick, Luo Sigong was still kicked to the ground, and because of the weak legs of the stump, for a while, Luo Sigong couldn't stand up, and in front of everyone's eyes, the ten-year-old Luo Sigong's eyes were full of tears, and he was flowing down.

The family told them not to shame their ancestors when they entered the palace, but Luo Sigong really didn't stick to it.

Zhu Yijun showed a sunny smile, stretched out his hand to pull Luo Sigong up, and said with a smile: "Ti Shuai, don't be too harsh. ”

Luo Sigong was afraid of Zhu Xixiao's punishment, afraid of the reprimand of his parents and uncles, afraid of the ridicule of the martial eunuch who was also a sparring partner, at the moment of being kicked over, Luo Sigong was so afraid that he trembled, he was at a loss, he was just a ten-year-old child, he didn't know how to face all this, he was so afraid that he felt that the whole world had become dark.

His Majesty the Supreme Emperor walked in front of him, the most noble person in the world, stretched out his hand, Luo Sigong stretched out his hand and held the hand stretched out in front of him, and stood up.

At this moment, these hands and His Majesty's smile were as dazzling as the only light in a completely dark world.

"Behave well, don't be lazy in the future, if you are caught by Ti Shuai again, I will not plead with you again." Zhu Yijun let go of Luo Sigong, turned his head to Zhu Xixiao and said with some reproach: "Qi Shuai is already harsh when he practices the art of war, so you don't have to be so angry with your child." ”

Zhu Xixiao roared angrily in his heart, saying that others are children, but you are not a child yourself? As a noble emperor, His Majesty can insist, why can't Luo Sigong insist!

It's not that Your Majesty has a word first, saying that the sons of the nobles, don't pull them to the martial arts room, even the little eunuchs can't compare!

Who is it!

Zhu Xixiao found that he had become a wicked person, His Majesty had become a good person, and he sang with a red face and a black face to win people's hearts, why was His Majesty so skilled!

The sunny and cheerful little emperor is clearly an out-and-out sinister and cunning person!

Zhu Yijun said quite solemnly: "I have always done things again and again, I allow all sparring partners to make mistakes, but there must not be a third time." ”

Everyone disbanded on the spot, but to change clothes, and after a while, these guards, people with knives, and little yellow doors will follow the little emperor to Jingshan to hoe the land, which is also manual labor and training endurance.

Ploughing war, ploughing war, how to fight without ploughing?

The five bodies are not diligent, what kind of martial arts do you still practice, go home and soak in the green building, isn't it fragrant to be happy for a lifetime? Ran to the emperor's side as a sparring partner, what did you do with all this effort?

Zhu Yijun walked in front of the Empress Dowager Li and began to take today's school examination, as the first person in charge of the Ming Emperor's schoolwork, the Empress Dowager Li will take one or two school exams every day, especially the content learned a few days ago, and will take out a test.

Zhu Yijun answered fluently, without any mistakes or omissions.

"The child went to Jingshan to play!" After Zhu Yijun finished speaking, he went to the Qianqing Palace to change his clothes.

Empress Dowager Li looked at Zhu Yijun's fast figure, and did not blame the little emperor for losing his manners, but was slightly worried, this martial arts practice, farming, everything is very hard, if you give up halfway, I am afraid that it will attract more criticism.

Zhu Yijun ran very fast, he saved up a stomach full of problems, and wanted to communicate with the old farmers, and Zhang Juzheng also recommended a talent, Xu Zhenming, a figure in reclamation and water conservancy.

Xu Zhenming, who is in his thirties, looks quite lean, but his skin is slightly dark, caused by the wind and sun, and he carries a bamboo bookcase on his back, rather than the more common hardwood bookcase.

But anyone who lifts people, enters Beijing to take the exam or studies in Guozijian, is carrying a hardwood bookcase, after all, fellow villagers and gentry will sponsor it, and carrying a bamboo bookcase will be ridiculed.

But Xu Zhenming, as a jinshi, carried a bamboo bookcase, which was related to Xu Zhenming's mentorship.

Xu Zhenming wanted to bathe and change his clothes, but the place where the emperor met him was in Jingshan, the purpose was to farm, Xu Zhenming did not take out the court clothes, but wore a cotton jacket, covered with sackcloth, dressed like an old peasant.

His hands are full of calluses.

"Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty, long live Long live." Xu Zhenming put the bookcase aside, knelt on the ground, and respectfully saluted, this was the first time he faced the saint, the first time he saw the living emperor.

Most of the jinshi can only see the emperor when they take the palace test, and since Emperor Jiajing, they don't even have the opportunity to face the saint in the palace test.

Emperor Longqing, in the six years of his reign, even Gao Gong could not go to the palace to meet the emperor to play right, until the last Emperor Longqing before the big trip, Gao Gong did not see the last face.

After Emperor Longqing's great trip, Gao Gong took the power of the celebrant and asked for a holy recital in everything, was there no deference, or did he think that this was the right thing?

"In the future, if you play it right in private, you don't have to kneel down and play it right." Zhu Yijun smiled and motioned for Xu Zhenming to get up, this first time, Zhu Yijun liked this courtier very much, he couldn't do anything, he would only farm.

But it was this farming, this dress that was the same as that of an old farmer, which made Zhu Yijun quite relieved of him.

Xu Zhenming is a Jinshi in Longqing for five years, what is the identity of Jinshi?

That is the fish leaping into the dragon gate, that is the many jumps of the class, Xu Zhenming can actually choose another way to live, but he chooses to do things, that is, comrades, if they can walk together, they will naturally have fun.

Xu Zhenming was a little stunned, the Ming Dynasty was strict in etiquette, he didn't kneel in the face of the saint, and even Hai Rui, who was carrying the coffin and scolding Emperor Jiajing's family, didn't dare to be so rude, when there was a conflict between etiquette and imperial power, who should I listen to?

Xu Zhenming did not hesitate and said, "Thank you, Your Majesty Longen." ”

When there was a conflict between the ritual law and the holy decree, Xu Zhenming chose to listen to the emperor.

Xu Zhenming is going to go back to his hometown, a jinshi, who has been a county magistrate for two years, and then returns to his hometown in a gray manner, which is a very shameful thing, but the doors in the capital are very high, Xu Zhenming really doesn't have much money to go to the door, no one recommends him, he can only go back.

Just when Xu Zhenming was about to leave Beijing, the chief housekeeper of the Quanchu Hall, You Qi, found Xu Zhenming and asked him to pack up and go to Jingshan to face the saint.

"What's in your bookcase?" Zhu Yijun looked at the bent bamboo strip bookcase and asked with a smile.

Xu Zhenming opened the bookcase and said a little shyly: "The agricultural books that the minister has read over the years have also made annotations, as well as some simple ideas and notes on land reclamation and water conservancy. ”

Zhu Yijun was overjoyed, looking at the books that had been rolled up, some of them were gnawed by the beetles, he looked at Feng Bao again and said, "Feng Daban, can you prepare an insect-proof bookcase for Master Xu?" ”

"I'll go get it." Feng Bao's cheek gang's injuries were better, his forehead was still covered with big gauze, he didn't tell others, but immediately ran to the inner official prison, what His Majesty said was extraordinarily raw, what is it called?!

The emperor consulted with the eunuchs in the palace, not commanded, this is the birth.

This kind of life makes Feng Bao often frightened, he asks for fame, but also for power, but first asks for life, and a celebrant who is born to the emperor is a eunuch, and he will not live long.

Zhu Yijun is actually not polite or raw, he is only ten years old, he is not in charge of financial power, how do you know if the Empress Dowager Li has given him any ban on high consumption, the hardwood bookcase that prevents insects is not cheap, a box costs six or seven taels of silver, and you can buy a yellow flower girl.

Feng Bao has an extremely flexible scale in pleasing the emperor.