Hongwu Daming: Why hasn't my son rebelled?

Chapter 7 The Daily Life of Liao King Zhu Qi
Fortunately, Zhu Qi remained calm in the face of danger, and continued:
"My father misunderstood, and my son was about to say something. We went to Yingtian Mansion, and we wanted to show compassion for the people. Seeing many people coming and going in and out of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the fourth brother suggested going in and taking a look. My brother is also unintentional. He is young and doesn't know where the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is. Of course, I don't know where it is. I couldn't bear to refuse my fourth brother, so I followed in helplessly, but we really didn't do anything, we just drank some wine and came back."

Zhu Qi wasn't talking nonsense, they really didn't do anything, they just drank.

Zhu Yuanzhang slapped the table:
"How dare you say nothing?"

Zhu Qi's forehead started to sweat, oh my god, could it be that he ordered a girl while he was drunk?
Zhu Qi's heartbeat was already two hundred and eighty, but Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was "Brother Hei smiled.gif", saying:

"Didn't you also write a poem? I think it's pretty good, but the poem doesn't seem to have a name. I came here today just to ask what the name of the poem is."

Zhu Qi was taken aback for a moment, and the fragmented memories gradually pieced together... Wocao, it was a mistake to drink!How can I pretend to be aggressive after drinking, and copied Tang Bohu's "Song of Drinking Wine under Flowers"? !

Zhu Qi knew how much he was, and he never dared to bear the title of talented scholar, so he hurriedly said:
"My son was just drunk and had a sudden inspiration. I hadn't thought about the title of the poem. If my father doesn't dislike it, I should ask my father to title the poem."

Seeing Zhu Yuanzhang's happy smile, Zhu Qi knew that he was in the right place. Since Zhu Yuanzhang came to ask about the poems, it was naturally because Tang Bohu's poems were good. Poems can be passed on to future generations.

Tang Bohu has already proved with his strength that his poems are not inferior to the ancients and can be passed on to future generations. At this time, it is the most correct choice to quickly give up the title right to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile:

"Since you wrote the poem in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it should be called "Song of Drinking Wine under Flowers"."

"As expected of father, this name is really good."

Zhu Qi hurriedly praised it, lamenting in his heart that he had copied Tang Bohu's poems, but luckily the name hadn't been changed, which belonged to the end of the historical line.

Hearing Zhu Qi's praise, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally beamed with joy, and encouraged Zhu Qi to work hard and study hard. The future of Ming Dynasty is on your shoulders.

After some teaching from his father, Zhu Qina nodded like a chicken pecking rice. He thought Zhu Yuanzhang had nothing else to do, but he didn't expect that when Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and was about to leave, he even mentioned a sentence:
"I've read that "Ming Shanhe" and it's pretty good, but it seems to be the second chapter in my hand, right? Xiaosi said the first chapter and returned it to you. You can send it to me later, and I'll go first. gone."

After all, lift your feet and leave.

Zhu Qi stayed where he was, my good guy, Zhu Di likes to read comic books, Zhu Yuanzhang is old enough to read comic books too?Not suitable.

But this is the emperor's order, and there is no other way. Fortunately, the "Ming Mountains and Rivers" I painted did not slander Zhu Yuanzhang in any way.

After watching Zhu Yuanzhang leave, Zhu Qicai heaved a sigh of relief, sat on the chair and took a sip of tea, returned to the room and planned to take out the first chapter of "Ming Shanhe" from his backpack to send to Zhu Yuanzhang, but saw a piece of paper on the bed. seal the invitation.

Picking it up, I saw a few lines in the letter, inviting myself to the Xiaoxiang Hall to participate in hanging clothes, and the pen was [Oiran Master Xuan'er].

Zhu Qi was taken aback, what the hell is this?
Zhu Qi questioned Gao Jin carefully, and only then did he know that this invitation was a hang-up invitation that Xuan'er, the oiran teacher of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, gave him after he was drunk and wrote a poem.

Of course, as the oiran of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Shi Xuan'er is well-known, but in fact, she has nothing to do on her own. She is probably the old bustard of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. After seeing Zhu Qi's poem, she shocked everyone and brought her guards. Rich and talented, that's really rich and expensive, so in the name of Shi Xuan'er, I sent a hanging invitation card.

On the day when Huakui teacher Xuan'er Hanging was selected as the guest of honor, the more important people the better, the better, famous and profitable, why not do it.

Good guy, I didn't expect this Goulan old bustard to be so good at it!

But the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is after all a Goulan, a place of love and moon, how can I go to that kind of place again as a young and promising prince of Ming Dynasty!

Zhu Qi immediately flicked his sleeves and said:

"The old bustard in the Xiaoxiang Hall is good at doing business, but she still thinks that King Ben will go to support her Shi Xuan'er. I'm afraid she still wants me to pay some money to support Shi Xuan'er. The king is just going to the Xiaoxiang Hall It's just a collection of wind, this old bustard actually plots against me so much, on the day Shi Xuan'er hangs up her clothes, I must personally teach her a profound lesson!"

Zhu Qi said angrily while putting the invitation in his close pocket.

Then he gave the first chapter of "Ming Shanhe" to the internal official waiting outside, and asked him to send it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

As soon as the internal official left the house, Zhu Di ran over in a hurry. Seeing Zhu Qi sitting and drinking tea with a serious expression on his face, Zhu Di hesitated for a moment, then approached him and said:

"Third brother, the emperor didn't beat you up, did he?"

"Are you embarrassed to ask?" Zhu Qi laughed angrily:
"What did you say when I went there yesterday, you and I, brothers, share weal and woe and share the benefits, don't say if you are killed, let alone if you can't be beaten to death."

Zhu Di was a little embarrassed and explained:

"Third brother, you really can't blame me for this. Don't you know what level our father is? When we came out of the fence with our front feet, my father knew it with his back feet. This morning I took the rattan stick to see how my homework was going. I'm going to send it."

Seeing Zhu Di's bitter face, and considering that he is going to be the man of Yongle Emperor in the future, Zhu Qi thought about it and forbeared, but after listening to Zhu Di's words, Zhu Qi became a little worried, and frowned and said:
"You mean we have ghosts around us?"

"That's not the case, it should be said by the internal officials guarding the palace gate." Zhu Di approached and said:

"Third Brother, let's change our clothes next time. Instead of going through the main entrance, go out through the small one. It should be much safer."

When Zhu Qi heard it, his eyes lit up, and he thought it was a good idea. Zhu Di stretched out his hand again, pointed his thumb outside, and whispered:
"We can't leave now, I have brought all the guard clothes, let's put on the clothes and sneak out of the small door."

"Where?"

"Tsk."

Zhu Di's eyes hinted, and Zhu Qi showed hesitation:

"I still go today, but I really didn't have a clear picture yesterday. I mainly went to drink."

With a "that's it" expression on Zhu Di's face, he said:
"That's right, so this time we're going to play Chawei, don't drink flower wine, just sit in the hall and watch the girl on the stage, third brother, you are the one who is convenient for collecting wind, if you don't collect wind, this "Ming Shanhe" is not so good."

As a cartoonist, Zhu Qi was moved by Zhu Di's awareness. In order to draw good comics and for his own readers, without the shackles of morality and ethics, he put aside his worries and decided to move towards a vision full of positive energy. Forward.

"Change clothes!"

Zhu Qi took the guard's clothes that Zhu Di handed over, and Zhu Di also spoke very fast:

"Third Brother, I heard that today there are white-skinned women in the Xiaoxiang Hall performing!"

"Really? Go, go, go, go, go!"

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In the palace, there is such a thing as a daily record.

Although the daily records mainly record the words and deeds of the emperor, the princes who have not taken over the feudal clan in the palace will also be recorded together, and the daily records are run by a special organization, even the emperor has no authority If you want to come and watch it, you don't even know who is writing these things down.

Because of this, the biography can leave many important historical evidences.

So in the first month of the seventh year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, there was such a precious record of daily life about Zhu Qi, the king of Liao when he was young.

In the seventh year of Hongwu, on the [-]th day of the first lunar month, Zhu Qi, king of Liao, had just recovered from a serious illness, and took Zhu Di, king of Yan, to the fence.

In the seventh year of Hongwu, on the 21st of the first lunar month, Zhu Qi, king of Liao, took Zhu Di, king of Yan, to the Goulan.

In the seventh year of Hongwu, on the 22st of the first lunar month, Zhu Qi, king of Liao, took Zhu Di, king of Yan, to the Goulan.

In the seventh year of Hongwu, on the 23rd of the first lunar month, Zhu Di, king of Yan, was reprimanded by Zhu Qi, king of Liao: "Zhu Di, oh Zhu Di! How can you be so depraved! The bright future of Ming Dynasty rests on your shoulders. Have you hoped earnestly! The Master said: I will reflect on myself three times a day. We two brothers must never go down like this again!".

In the seventh year of Hongwu, on the 24st of the first lunar month, Zhu Qi, king of Liao, took Zhu Di, king of Yan, to the Goulan.

In the seventh year of Hongwu, on the 25st of the first lunar month, Zhu Qi, king of Liao, took Zhu Di, king of Yan, to the Goulan.

……

In the seventh year of Hongwu, on the first day of February, they went again.

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