Zhu Yunxi is in a very good mood.

handled Zhu Yunwen's affairs well, and got Lao Zhu's permission to write a book.

He is about to supervise the country as the emperor's grandson and handle state affairs.

From some of the big show, all-round transformation of the Ming Dynasty.

But this good mood did not last long.

Soon, it was a headache!

He also experienced what it means to be a "pit dad", oh no, it's "pit yourself".

The procedure for the official canonization of the prince is very complicated, and the announcement of the establishment of the prince in the court is just a prelude.

Next, there are very complicated rituals, offering to heaven and earth, temples, and shrines.

Just standing there listening to the sacrificial text, and constantly saluting, saluting, and saluting again as required, Zhu Yunxi felt that his whole person was numb.

Feudal etiquette really eats people, and this whole set of complicated and complicated rituals alone can torture people to death.

He's only seven years old, and his small body really can't stand it.

Finally, it was over, and the eunuch took out the holy decree again.

"I am old and frail, and I can't afford it. Thinking about the country's major affairs can not be ignored, one day and ten thousand opportunities can not be left for a long time, and the emperor's grandson is hereby ordered to hold the seal to ascend to the Wenhua Palace, divide the government, and raise the army and supervise the country. Everything that the hundred divisions played was decided by the emperor's grandson. ”

Zhu Yunxi accepted the order and breathed a sigh of relief.

From now on, I will start to supervise the country!

But he never imagined that this was just the beginning.

When he officially entered the Wenhua Hall and began to deal with government affairs, he was immediately stunned by the mountain of music.

"Is this the music of today's hundred officials?" Zhu Yunxi rubbed his eyes, a little incredulous.

This TM split him in half, and one person became two people, and it was impossible to read it!

Not to mention the approval process.

Zhu Yunxi was very helpless, sat in front of the desk, and was stunned for a long time before picking up a book and reading it.

Anyway, you always have to get to work.

But then, his head got bigger.

The music is written very elegantly, and in layman's terms, it is a lot of nonsense, and there is not much business.

But that's not all.

The most important thing is that there are many rare words in the cantata, and there is no punctuation, and the sentence is not separated at all.

All right.

In his previous life, because he practiced calligraphy, he learned traditional Chinese characters, and his level was not too bad.

Ancient texts are also involved.

Although he is only seven years old in this life, he is a royal child after all, and he began to read and learn words at the age of three, and he already knows a lot of words.

After crossing over, the memories of the two lives were combined, and it was even more enhanced.

It's a bit hard to read these movements, but I can barely understand them.

But there was no punctuation, and the speed of reading immediately dropped by more than half.

In fact, punctuation marks have existed very early in ancient times, but they are not commonly used and are not standardized.

Most of the time, literati prefer to use mood particles such as "Zhihu also" to break sentences.

When a reader begins to read and learn words, the first thing is to "read clear sentences".

That is, figuring out where to break sentences.

After reading a recital, Zhu Yunxi sat there in a daze.

Who am I?

Where am I from?

Where am I going?

He has unconsciously issued three questions about life.

This recital uses nonsense literature to a great extent, and it is clear that it can explain things clearly in just a few words, but it writes a lot of them.

He was tired of seeing it!

But what can be done?

For this issue, it is said that Lao Zhu also repeatedly ordered the courtiers not to write such chapters, to talk about things, and not to talk nonsense.

But these readers don't listen!

Lao Zhu did not hesitate to write a holy decree in the vernacular for this reason, wanting them to understand how to speak correctly.

But it still didn't work.

The nonsense in the cantata continues unabated.

In the end, even Lao Zhu sighed in vain, so he could only suffer and suffer by himself, and spend more time watching the recital.

After all, it is still up to these scholars to govern the world.

You can't use illiterate people who don't know words, right?

They can't write a concerto!

Lao Zhu can't solve the problem, he has just been in charge of the country now, what can he do?

Originally, he was still ambitious, thinking of setting up a military academy, compiling the "Hongwu Canon", writing a book to pass on to the world, and opening up modern civilization.

Countless ideas, countless grand blueprints, at this moment, were ruthlessly snuffed out.

Now it seems that just after reviewing the recital, it is an impossible task.

Not to mention doing anything else.

It's numb.

It's really numb.

I'm still a seven-year-old child, and I still want to enjoy a good life!

That's something I can't bear.

This time, Zhu Yunxi really wanted to cry without tears.

I can't even finish reading 996!

The capitalists are not so ruthless!

Not to mention that he is still a "child laborer".

Zhu Yunxi reluctantly picked up the second book.

What should I do if I can't finish watching?

It seems like there's really nothing you can do.

You can only look at a little, count a little.

Just then, another official from the General Administration Department came in.

"Your Highness, this is a new piece that has just been handed in."

Zhu Yunxi looked up and saw that the official was holding a thick stack of concertographs in his hand, about a foot thick.

Syllable!

The pen in his hand fell to the ground.

At this moment, he really even wanted to die.

Is this the grandson of the Ming Emperor?

Is this the governance of the state?

Drowned in the cantata, buried in the text!

What about my good life?

What about my breaks?

What about my cultural entertainment?

Zhu Yunxi's voice trembled and asked, "Before the emperor's grandfather, did he have to review so many pieces every day?" ”

He couldn't believe it.

Is Lao Zhu a robot?

Don't you need to take a break?

How did he finish reading so many pieces?

How did he still have time to chat with his grandson?

"Your Majesty has always been diligent in political affairs, and it is only when you get along with His Royal Highness the Taisun that it is rare to relax."

"After His Royal Highness the Taisun leaves, His Majesty will have to spend more time reviewing the cantata, and he will not rest until late at night every day."

"Your Majesty's daily review of the cantata is as little as 200 and as much as 5 or 600."

This......

Zhu Yunxi didn't know whether to admire or vomit.

Others become emperors for enjoyment, but Lao Zhu is the emperor in order to be a model worker?

What am I going to do?

What kind of work is it to review hundreds of pieces a day?

Model workers can't compare!

Moreover, with Zhu Yunxi's reading speed, even if he doesn't eat, sleep, or rest, and keeps reading, it is impossible to read hundreds of concertos in a day!

Not to mention that you have to review, think, and put forward suggestions for handling.

Unexpectedly, at this time, another official from the General Administration Department came in.

"Your Royal Highness, a new chapter has been handed over."

In his hand, he also held a thick stack of movements.

Zhu Yunxi was stunned there.

Wrong.

Suddenly there was lightning and thunder in his head.

"How many seals have you presented today?"

He asked.

"Back to the emperor's grandson, there are a lot of concerts today, more than 700 pieces were sent early in the morning, plus the new ones, the total number of pieces has reached more than 1,000. There may be a new piece to come. ”

Zhu Yunxi's expression changed slightly, and he asked again: "In the past day, have there been so many movements?" ”

The official of the General Administration Department thought for a moment and said: "Xia Guan has been in the General Administration Department for more than ten years, and the number of recitals per day is generally about 200, and occasionally there are more. But at most, there are only three or four hundred letters. More than 1,000 seals a day is unprecedented. ”

When Zhu Yunxi heard this, how could he not understand.

This must be a deliberate attempt by the civil servants.

They were extremely dissatisfied with the appointment of themselves as the emperor's grandson.

But because they had asked for it themselves, they had shot themselves in the foot, so they could not openly oppose it, so they could only use this kind of shady method.

They deliberately tried their best to drown it out.

Many officials have their own staff, and writing the music is easy and effortless.

If he can't handle it, then they can take the opportunity to say that the grandson is not capable of supervising the country, and he can't even review the chapters, so how will he inherit the unification and govern the world in the future?

If he is already the emperor, this will be fine.

If you can't finish it, you can't finish it.

In the Ming generation, most of the later emperors didn't even watch any concerto.

Just pick out the important ones and take a look at them once in a while.

Most of the concerts were directly asked by the cabinet to draw up votes, and the celebrant approved the red.

The emperor didn't look at it at all, and his small life was extremely comfortable.

The government also operates.

But he can't.

He's just a prince.

Not the emperor.

Lao Zhu is a model worker, and the chapter must be dealt with, and political affairs must not be delayed.

Otherwise, Lao Zhu would not be able to deal with it.

So what to do?

For a while, I really couldn't think of a way.

This is a conspiracy.

But he was helpless.

Perhaps, only "surrender"?

Please help you?

In this way, they defuse their offensive.

Zhu Yunxi thought in his heart, but quickly denied the idea.

No, these people must not be allowed to succeed in their schemes.

What's more, these people have already "carried" with him.

Even if he admits defeat, the other party may not "withdraw his troops".

Zhu Yunxi's mind was racing, and gradually, a bold idea slowly came to mind.

(End of chapter)