I'm only seven years old, Lao Zhu, you let me supervise the country?

Chapter 43: Trapped in a cocoon, angry Lao Zhu!

Zhu Yunzhen looked over, and the corners of his mouth suddenly twitched.

There are only a few thin books on the left, but there are piles of books on the right.

It's just a business tax increase. You are not businessmen, so why are you so united in your opposition?
He said fiercely: "Grandpa Huang is the real Dragon Emperor. Major national affairs should be decided by Grandpa Huang. By doing this, they have clearly forgotten their duty as ministers."

Although it was Lao Zhu who asked them to discuss it, smart ministers should be able to see what Lao Zhu meant.

But these people deliberately pretended not to understand, and objected together, their hearts were to be punished.

Zhu Yunxuan believed that the imposition of additional business taxes would have far-reaching consequences and could not be stopped here, so he gave them a big hat first.

"Well said!" Lao Zhu praised loudly: "Our good grandson can understand our thoughts."

He picked up Zhu Yunxuan.

"Then tell me, Xi'er, what will Grandpa Huang do?"

Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile.

However, Zhu Yunzhen tensed up and almost shuddered.

"Grandpa Huang." He said loudly: "This is something only a monarch should consider. As a minister, you cannot have such thoughts."

Lao Zhu was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "What if you were a monarch?"

Is this possible?
Want to rebel?
Countless thoughts rushed through Zhu Yunzhen's mind.

He shook his head like a rattle drum.

"A king is a king, and a minister is a minister. I am not a king, and there are no ifs."

"You just don't want to answer Grandpa Huang's question." Zhu Yuanzhang touched his nose and said, "Remember, governing the world requires not only benevolent governance, but also coercion."

"Only by exercising kindness and might can make the world submit."

"We asked you to copy Sima Sheng's house, just to show you your prestige."

I am not the crown prince, what kind of prestige do I have...

As soon as this idea came up, Zhu Yunxuan suddenly realized something was wrong, turned his head to look at Lao Zhu, but saw Lao Zhu was looking at him, his eyes met.

His heart was beating wildly.

I didn't notice it at first, but now it seems that something is wrong with Lao Zhu today.

What happened?
Zhu Yunxi was at a loss.

"We are getting old." Zhu Yuanzhang sighed suddenly, and said to the mirror, "The hair is also gray, and the face is also aging."

Zhu Yunxi laughed and said: "Grandpa Huang is growing stronger and stronger, and his body is still strong."

Zhu Yuanzhang said: "You know how to lie to us in person by picking nice words, and then go against us in private."

How can this be thorny?

What happened today?
Obviously it was fine just now.

Fortunately, this suspicion was quickly resolved.

Zhu Yuanzhang picked up a memorial and said, "Look, this is a good thing for you to see."

"Ask Feng Dazhuang to go out and tell you that you heard the poem from a monk."

"It's okay now. Some people scold you for being uneducated and ignorant. They scold our old Zhu family for being uneducated and stealing poetry."

When Zhu Yuanzhang said this, he became angry: "These people are really hateful and should be killed."

It turned out to be for this matter.

Zhu Yunxi took the memorial and quickly scanned it.

The memorial said that there have been rumors in the market recently that the poems of the four emperors' grandsons were heard from a monk.

What's more, it is said that the four grandsons of the four emperors are ignorant and incapable of learning, but they are trying to catch their reputation and write other people's poems for themselves, which is detrimental to the reputation of the royal family.

At the end of the memorial, I urge Lao Zhu to teach his grandson well, don’t listen to children’s nonsense, raise business taxes, etc...

After reading it, Zhu Yunxi called it a good guy in his heart!
What are the market rumors? Isn’t it just what he thinks?

It was really audacious to dare to write a letter to the emperor.

In order to oppose the increase of commercial tax, these people are desperate!
Zhu Yunxuan realized that he had underestimated Ming scholars before.

Their courage is really big!

Relying on his status as a public speaker, he dares to say anything.

Of course, it was mainly because of the increase in business taxes, which seriously damaged their interests.

It is their usual style to attack the enemy with all means.

Even though he is the emperor's grandson, since he has such a "handle", it can be used to make an issue.

A person who can even "copy" a poem, how can he listen to his proposal?
Zhu Yunxi closed the memorial and sent it back to Lao Zhu.

One glance at him showed that he was still angry.

"Grandpa Huang, these people are talking nonsense. There is no need to be angry about this matter. It is not worth it if you are so angry."

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at him and said, "If you didn't let that Feng Dazhuang spread the news, how could such a thing happen?"

"We have already sent out the newspaper to inform the whole country. This poem was not written by you, but it was also written by you. No one can take it away."

Lao Zhu obviously has no intention of being reasonable.

"That Feng Dazhuang, we have ordered him to be beaten twenty times to give him a better memory and see if he dares to talk nonsense next time."

Zhu Yunxi's expression was complicated.

Lao Zhu also deliberately emphasized his tone, obviously trying to educate him.

Feng Dazhuang is still very good, this beating can't let him suffer in vain, go back and get two old hens, give him nourishment, and recover sooner.

If something happens again, I can handle it.

Not to die.

Zhu Yunxuan once again felt the terror of accompanying a king like a tiger.

Just a moment ago, the house was full of grandparents and grandchildren, but in a blink of an eye, it became "murderous".

Sure enough, even the emperor is no different from those parents who don't like reasoning when facing bear children.

I'm not even a bear.

Although there are no monks, I did copy that poem from later generations!

I didn't intend to hit you in the face either!
Who knew that you, the majestic Emperor of Ming Dynasty, would care so much about such trivial matters.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't care what he thought, and continued:

"However, the news has spread all over the place and it can't be stopped."

"You have also seen that these literati look down on you and our old Zhu family."

"In their eyes, our old Zhu's family is like mud legs and uneducated."

"Zhen'er, you must give a voice to our old Zhu family, study hard, live up to your reputation as a child prodigy, and impress those people."

Zhu Yuanzhang patted his young shoulder.

Zhu Yunxi only felt trembling all over, this time he really wanted to cry but not tears.

Lao Zhu, you are already the king of a country, do you still need to be like others?

Competing for one's strength, what are you striving for?
Anyway, whether I live up to my expectations or not, it won’t affect my status as the grandson of the emperor!

However, looking at Lao Zhu's look, Zhu Yunxi didn't dare to say these words anyway.

The origin of Lao Zhu's family has always been a thorn in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

Zhu Yuanzhang even thought about recognizing Zhu Xi as his ancestor.

But the time is so close that Zhu Xi's descendants are still alive and the genealogy is recorded. Once the news is leaked, it will inevitably make the world laugh.

Secondly, Lao Zhu still feels a little uncomfortable with misidentifying his ancestors.

Finally had to give up.

But the thorn in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was always there.

That's why I was so happy when I heard Zhu Yunxuan read a poem before.

"We are talking, did you hear me?"

Seeing that he didn't agree, Lao Zhu asked again.

"Grandfather, I..."

Zhu Yunzhen smiled uglier than crying.

As soon as he thought of having to follow those great Confucian scholars to take classes every day in the future, he felt that the future was going to be bleak.

If I had known earlier, I would not have let Feng Dazhuang do this.

Does this count as cocooning?
His eyes moved to the bronze mirror and found that Lao Zhu was staring at himself in the mirror.

"Actually there is another way."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his distraught appearance and didn't want to study, he was angry and wanted to laugh, and said: "If you can write another poem of the same level as before, the rumors will naturally be broken without attack, and will disappear."

Zhu Yun was stunned for a moment.

This was indeed a way, and he immediately started thinking hard.

It's a pity that the time traveled is wrong.

The Tang and Song Dynasties were the pinnacle of poetry.

Although there are many poems in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there are only a few that can be called high-level masterpieces.

"Forget it, writing is a natural thing, and you can get it by chance. How can you write it in a short time." Seeing his frown, Lao Zhu comforted him.

Zhu Yunxuan was facing the mirror, and when he saw Lao Zhu's white hair in the mirror, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes!"

"Grandfather, I thought of two lines of poetry just now."

"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked: "This time I thought of it myself, didn't I hear it from the monk?"

He was still brooding over what happened last time.

Zhu Yunxuan thought about it, if he had not occupied the identity of the emperor's grandson and relied on Lao Zhu's habitual love for his children and grandchildren, but if he had been an outsider, he would have been beaten to death by Lao Zhu.

After finally finding an opportunity to stand up and brag, our old Zhu’s family is not all mud-legged, there are also literati who can write poetry, but he stood up and slapped him in the face, which made Lao Zhu very angry.

Well, if you don't do it well, it's possible that your family will be confiscated and your entire family will be exterminated.

"The grandson thought of it himself, but there are only two sentences, not a whole song."

In fact, he remembered the whole song, but the content was not very suitable.

Just two sentences would be fine.

"You read it first and listen." Hearing only two sentences, Lao Zhu's enthusiasm immediately retreated by more than half.

Zhu Yunxuan looked at the bronze mirror again, looking at the two figures of an old man and a young man reflected in it, looking at the white hair of old Zhu Yan, and said slowly: "The most important thing is that the world cannot keep it, Zhu Yan Cijing Flower Ci Tree.”

……

"Snapped!"

The memorial in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand fell.

His body froze and trembled slightly.

"The most... thing is that the world can't keep... Zhu Yan, the mirror, the flower, the tree."

Zhu Yuanzhang muttered to himself as he looked at the gray-white figure in the mirror.

He slowly closed his eyes.

Two lines of clear tears rolled out.

(End of this chapter)