Mixed with salted fish in Hongwudang

Chapter 134 Grandson, you must have confidence in yourself!
No matter what Zhu Yunxi said, Zhu Yuanzhang just kept silent and kept using "modal particles" to deal with it.

He has long seen that the grandson is reluctant, and knows why this guy is reluctant.

Children, who are used to being free and undisturbed, how can they stand restraint?

Zhu Yuanzhang just saw this, so he grabbed him abruptly and stared at him under his nose.

Otherwise, if the child is kept in this way, the child will be completely useless!
Seeing that no matter what he said, Zhu Yunxi didn't speak, Zhu Yunxi felt guilty for a while.

"Grandfather, are you listening?"

"Uh-huh!"

Zhu Yunxi almost collapsed after hearing this response, and after talking for a long time, he got two of them in exchange!
"Grandpa Huang, what do you want to say, grandson? Rather than you getting tired of me and driving me out in a fit of anger, why don't you simply let me move out now."

"I have agreed with Thirteenth Uncle to move to his house, and we will be companions together!"

Seeing Xiao Nisun finally showing his monkey tail, Zhu Yuanzhang snorted coldly.

"Are you finished?"

"Say... it's over..."

Old Zhu ignored the grandson, wiped his hands and got up from his seat. When passing by Zhu Yunxi, he lightly tapped his head.

"come over!"

"Oh……"

Zhu Yunxi followed Lao Zhu to the main hall, and Lao Zhu pointed to a small table in front of his case.

"You do your homework right there!"

"We happen to be able to see you as soon as we raise our eyes, so that you won't be cheated!"

As soon as Zhu Yunxi saw the table that Lao Zhu was pointing at, his scalp felt cool, and then the cool air ran down his spine and quickly spread throughout his whole body.

It's not just that you can see it when you raise your eyes, it's like you can reach yourself with your hand!

What made him most desperate was that sitting in this position, Lao Zhu could see him as soon as he raised his head, and he couldn't hide any small movements of his own!

"Grandfather, this is too close to you, it will disturb your handling of state affairs..."

"Grandson dare not obey orders, I'd better find a corner to write in the side hall!"

After Zhu Yunxi finished speaking, he ran to the side of the small table, lifted the small table and was about to run, but he was stopped by Lao Zhu just two steps away.

"lay down!"

"It's right here, don't go anywhere!"

"If you can't write a thousand words today, let's see how we clean up!"

When Zhu Yunxi heard this, he almost went crazy. Can this old man be reasonable, why did he double suddenly?

"Grandfather, there are too many, I can't finish writing!"

"Grandpa Huang believes in you, you will definitely be able to finish writing!"

"Grandpa Huang, you always have too much confidence in me. In fact, your grandson is not as good as you imagined..."

Old Zhu smiled meaningfully when he heard the words.

"Da Sun, you have to have confidence in yourself!"

"If you really can't write, just look at the wall, just look at it and you will be confident again!"

"Wall?"

Zhu Yunxi followed the direction of Lao Zhu's finger, and saw that hanging on the wall was nothing but the horsewhip that beat him several times!

Seeing Dasun's expression on the verge of crying, Lao Zhu burst into a burst of triumphant laughter.

"See what's hanging on the wall, do you still have confidence this time?"

"Have!"

"Grandfather, please rest assured, grandson will definitely be able to finish writing!"

Seeing that Xiao Nisun was frightened, Lao Zhu stopped talking to him and began to deal with government affairs on his own.

Zhu Yunxi also resolutely sat in front of Lao Zhu's imperial case, but changed a writing brush from his right hand to his left hand, then from his left hand to his right hand, and finally changed back to his left hand after many twists and turns.

If you use Xinliu calligraphy, a thousand characters is just the time for a cup of tea.

But once Lao Zhu knows that he has mastered such a good calligraphy, will he have to turn over five thousand characters in his homework?

Zhu Yunxi struggled for a long time, but in the end he didn't dare to write with his left hand.

Don't look at the poor old man who is very focused on writing memorials, and he will read them whenever they are not complete.If he sees that he dares to write with his left hand, he might swell his left hand!
For the current plan, I can only write slowly with my right hand, and try to write as ugly as possible!
Zhu Yunxi's plan has been decided, and then he spreads out the paper to write.

The writing homework assigned by Lao Zhu does not specify the content, but only depends on the amount of writing.

Therefore, Zhu Yunxi didn't write anything else, but fooled with thousand-character prose every day.

After Lao Zhu finished approving a memorial, he glanced at the back of his eldest grandson, saw that the grandson was a little hunched, and immediately coughed.

"Sit up straight!"

When Zhu Yunxi heard this suddenly, he was startled with fright, and then quickly sat up straight.

When Lao Zhu saw Xiao Nisun sitting up straight, a smirk appeared on his face.

The reason why he put Zhu Yunxi in front of him is to make him feel that there is always a pair of eyes staring at him behind him, so that he dare not make any small movements.

Lao Zhu continued to review the memorials, stood up after reviewing a few copies, and quietly walked behind Zhu Yunxi.

When Zhu Yunxi heard footsteps coming from behind, he already knew that Lao Zhu was coming.Now he felt Lao Zhu standing on his head panting, and he was so scared that he didn't even dare to breathe, and even faintly sweated on the tip of his nose.

Lao Zhu looked at it for a while, then nodded with satisfaction.

The decision I made was indeed correct. This grandson has just moved here, and his writing skills have improved a lot!

If you keep him by your side for a few more years, how much progress will you make?

Maybe if you throw it in the examination room, you can give the old Zhu family a champion!

Although Lao Zhu is an emperor, the biggest regret in his life is that he does not study too much.

Because of his humble background, he has never read any books, so he has always been looked down upon by scholars in Ming Dynasty, and he is even unwilling to be an official in Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, subconsciously, he very much hoped that the old Zhu's family would produce someone who was well-educated and talented, and he would overwhelm all the scholars in the world.

Lao Zhu treated the prince Zhu Biao in this direction, and his education was very successful.

As an emperor, he may not attract scholars to see him, but the prestige of Prince Zhu Biao in the court and the public is very high, and he is also well-known for benevolence and righteousness among the literati in the south of the Yangtze River.

This reputation cannot be bought with money. The bones of those Jiangnan literati are very hard. It can be said that it is harder than climbing to the sky to make them say something good!

The reason why Lao Zhu was so desperate after the death of Prince Zhu Biao was because apart from Zhu Biao, no one in his Lao Zhu family could win the hearts of scholars in the world, including him, the emperor!

When he considered Zhu Yunqi later, it was also based on this consideration.

Of the sons under Zhu Biao's name, only Zhu Yunwen is the eldest, and he has a reputation for benevolence and filial piety in the ruling and opposition parties, so he can more or less inherit Zhu Biao's reputation.

It's just that Zhu Yunxie's sudden enlightenment made him feel like he found a piece of jade in the rough, so he threw aside the second-best option.

Old Zhu looked behind Zhu Yunxi for a while, then suddenly reached out to hold Zhu Yunxi's hand, and taught him how to write.

"Come!"

"Write like this..."

"That's right, pause for a while before finishing the pen..."

"Your writing posture is okay, but the arms and shoulders are too tense, you need to loosen them..."

Erhu and Qin Deshun watched the heartwarming scene of the old and the young, and were all moved to tears.

The emperor finally came out of the pain of bereavement...

The reason why Erhu and Qin Deshun were willing to help Zhu Yunxi was not only because of his status as the emperor's grandson and Lao Zhu's preference for him.

The most important reason is that this grandson can make the emperor happy and make the emperor forget the pain of losing his son.

The emperor fell asleep for the first time after the death of the prince, that is, after beating the grandson.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, and Zhu Yunxie was also blessed by misfortune. After being beaten up by the emperor, he also fell into the eyes of the emperor, until he took the place of the prince in the emperor's heart.

Just when Erhu and Qin Deshun were secretly moved to tears, Zhu Yunxi suddenly spoke.

"Grandpa Huang, you always stare like this, I... I'm nervous..."

Old Zhu was taken aback when he heard the words, and then burst out laughing.

"Good good!"

"We won't stare at you anymore, just write according to the method we just taught you, and you will definitely be able to finish writing today!"

"Ok!"

Lao Zhu threw down his grandson and went back to the dragon chair to pick up the memorial, but his eyes were not on the memorial at all, but he kept looking at the back of grandson writing and giggling.

This scene became more and more familiar, as if returning to 30 years ago.

At that time, I hadn't become an emperor yet, I was just a mere king of Wu.

Zhu Biao is not a prince, but a prince.

When I had nothing to do at that time, I would secretly stand behind Zhu Biao to observe whether he was serious about reading and practicing calligraphy.

The biggest difference between the two scenes is that the people are different.One is a restless monkey, and the other is a gentle gentleman who is as steady as a mountain!
Lao Zhu smirked for a while, and then resumed his work.

When Lao Zhu was immersed in the copywriting, Zhu Yunxi gradually let go of his hands and feet, speeding up his writing.

There was no way, it was too slow to hold back, so he couldn't help but resorted to the flow technique taught by Qi Tai.

I keep my thoughts in my heart, and the intention is to write first.Before the handwriting arrives, the gesture goes first.

Of course, with just a little use, the words should be written as ugly as possible.

When Lao Zhu put down the last memorial, Zhu Yunxi had written more than 900 characters, and he was only short of the last dozen or so characters to finish the thousand-character essay.

Lao Zhu walked over with his hands behind his back again, and he was pleasantly surprised when he saw it.

I just dialed a few words, and this grandson's handwriting has improved so much, it seems to be a bit of calligraphy!
After Zhu Yunxi finished writing the last word, Lao Zhu couldn't wait to pick up his homework and read it word by word. The more he read it, the happier he felt, as if he had dug up a treasured grandson.

Even if he saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't believe that his grandson could be so good!
"Tsk tsk... not bad, really good..."

"This character has really improved a lot. If you practice it for a while, you don't need to practice it anymore!"

When Zhu Yunxi heard Lao Zhu praise himself for his good writing, his heart was in a panic.But when he heard Lao Zhu's last words, his eyes popped out.

"Grandpa Huang, what did you say? Did you just mean that as long as I can practice my calligraphy well, I don't need to write big characters every day?"

Lao Zhu smiled and patted Dasun's head, and said proudly.

"That's natural!"

"The purpose of letting you practice handwriting is to improve your handwriting, not to torment you. When you have mastered handwriting in the future, you will naturally not have to do this handwriting homework!"

After hearing this, Zhu Yunxi wanted to slap himself with two big mouths.

I am really clever but I was mistaken by my cleverness. If I knew that Lao Zhu was thinking this way, what a clumsy I was hiding!
"Grandpa, in fact, I can write better!"

"How about I write it to you now?"

Old Zhu didn't believe Zhu Yunxi's words, and thought that the child just heard that he didn't need to practice calligraphy, and he was deliberately talking big to himself.

"Not urgent!"

"You have written enough today. Come back early after school tomorrow, try to write more, and write for a while. After your handwriting has improved a lot, you don't need to write anymore!"

Zhu Yunxi was depressed when he heard the words.

"Alright then... grandson will write to you tomorrow..."

At this moment, there was a sound of announcing the change outside the door, and Lao Zhu hurriedly asked Qin Deshun next to him.

"Go and see what time it is now."

Qin Deshun went to the gate of the palace to ask questions and then came back.

"If you go back to the emperor, the second watch has just been called outside the door."

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard that it was already the second watch, he felt that he was not very sleepy, but considering that his eldest grandson came here on the first day and had to go to the Dabentang to study tomorrow, he told people to go to bed.

After washing up, the two lay side by side on the big bed in the bedroom.Lao Zhu closed his eyes and fell asleep, while Zhu Yunxi opened his two big black eyes and turned around.

"Grandpa Huang, grandson is not honest when he sleeps. If he kicks you or touches you in the middle of the night, you won't be angry, right?"

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard Dasun's timid words, he felt pity in his heart.

This child is still related to him, and he still feels uneasy when he treats him so well.

"Don't worry, no matter how dishonest you are, Grandpa Huang will not be angry with you."

"Then you won't beat me, or kick me out because you think I'm making a fuss?"

Zhu Yuanzhang felt even more distressed when he heard this, and stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Dasun's little head, and scratched his nose.

"Don't worry!"

"Grandpa Huang doesn't like you enough, how can he be willing to drive you out?"

"Don't think like this in the future, just treat this place as your own home!"

"Oh!"

"Grandfather, my grandson can't sleep after changing the bed..."

Hearing what Dasun said, Lao Zhu thought that he was not sleepy, so he chatted with him casually.

"Dasun, we heard that Jin Yiwei gave you a lot of shops, why didn't you accept them?"

"Didn't you always want to make money? Why don't you want this shop that you picked up for nothing?"

"This matter..."

"It's very simple. A gentleman loves money, so get it in a proper way... yawn..."

"Why didn't you let the Jin Yiwei seize the shops where the fake books were seized?"

This is where Lao Zhu is most puzzled. If it is an irrelevant shop, it's fine if Zhu Yunxi doesn't accept it.

He runs a bookstore, and the ones who stole his books are also bookstores. It doesn't make sense to even want these shops, right?
Lao Zhu has seen and killed too many corrupt officials in his life, and knows the greed of human nature.

He didn't believe that a child could resist such a big temptation, and it was brought to his mouth by others without any psychological burden.

"This is easier, I can't trust them..."

"But you can't believe it?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was even more puzzled when he heard the words. Jin Yiwei was obviously looking for this grandson and helping him everywhere, but he still couldn't believe it!

"What's the meaning of this statement?"

"Grandfather, today they can seize counterfeit books from the bookstore, and then use this to seal off the shop. Tomorrow, they can find someone to secretly sell counterfeit books to the bookstore, and then send people to search for them, so as to give others Block it."

"In the future, they will be more courageous, and they can even close the shop of whoever is not pleasing to the eye, and then put the imitation book in it... yawn..."

"So this hole can't be opened, and grandson can't destroy the entire industry just because he is greedy for a small profit..."

Zhu Yuanzhang was shocked when he heard Dasun's words.

The reason why he has been thinking about abolishing Jinyiwei, isn't it because of this thought?

However, he has lived most of his life, has seen too many storms, and has experienced decades of bloody storms before he can understand these things.

How old is this grandson, how could he think of this?
Especially the methods he mentioned, such as framing, and luring the enemy to go deep, are beyond the comprehension of a child who grew up in the palace.

"Da Sun, who taught you these words..."

Zhu Yunxi's eyelids were getting heavy, and when he heard Lao Zhu's question, he replied in a daze subconsciously.

"No one...in a dream...in a dream...my father..."

Lao Zhu was still at a loss when he heard "Dream", but when he heard "Father King", his heart suddenly became clear.

Huang'er didn't like Jin Yiwei when he was alive, and even had some sympathy for Er Hu who grew up with him.

If it was Huang'er who said it to the child, then everything can be explained.

However, what made him most gratified was that Zhu Yunxi was able to remember and abide by what his father said at such a young age.

Three years without changing his father's way...

Old Zhu muttered to himself, repeating this sentence several times in succession, until he heard the sound of "huhu" snoring from the side, and then shut up with a wry smile.

Xiao Nisun also said that he chose the bed by himself, and after chatting for a few words, he fell asleep in a daze.

Looking at it this way, the so-called grinding teeth, farting, and snoring are all excuses to trick yourself into not wanting to live with yourself?

Just when Lao Zhu was thinking this way, he suddenly felt a leg put up.Immediately afterwards, a small arm came up and wrapped around his neck.

Seeing this, Lao Zhu smiled bitterly. There was one thing Ni Sun did not lie, and that was that he was really dishonest when sleeping.

But who made us care so much, no matter how dishonest you are, we won't kick you out!
Hearing Dasun Jun's "hoo hoo" sound, Lao Zhu also felt a burst of drowsiness, and then fell asleep contentedly with Dasun in his arms...

After Lao Zhu, the giant dragon, fell asleep, the Forbidden City became peaceful and quiet.

No insects chirping, no whispers.

Only the faint moonlight shines evenly on the ground through the window edge.

Occasionally, a gust of wind blows by, blowing the curtains of the bedroom, and also ruffling a curtain of Youmeng.

Under this picturesque silence, there was a muffled sound of "bang" in the bedroom of Qianqing Palace.

After this muffled sound, the muffled sound in the bedroom would resound every once in a while.

For the first time, the old man gently pushed the grandson inside, and then climbed back onto the bed.

The second time, the old man pushed...

For the third time, the old man directly kicked...

the fourth time……

the fifth time……

the sixth time……

Its daybreak!
　Today at least 12000, or 13000, the current progress is 9000 words

　　I'm crazy, you can do whatever you want!

　　Thank you for the reward of 95 taels of silver for topping up 500, long live my emperor
　　
　
(End of this chapter)