Zhu Yuanzhang can see my dreams

Chapter 186 186 Bad News Unfortunately It’s Not a Pornographic Words

"You said that I, Wang Buli, can't understand the Four Books and Five Classics. I agree, but if you say that I can't understand the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, I have to give you, the current prince, a hard blow.

Your pitiful knowledge reserve is not worthy of comparing my understanding of the Three Kingdoms. You should take a look at yourself first.

Even the original author may not know as much as I do!

You are still comparing yourself to me, you are so naive! "

Wang Buli chuckled, not saving any face for Zhu Biao.

There was silence.

Cao Guogong Li Wenzhong felt that he was relatively direct in dealing with the emperor's advice.

Today he had seen what it means to be strong within a strong force.

My brother-in-law is still a bit young and energetic!

Maybe he thinks the prince is a little weak, but he won't hit him like this, right?

Zhu Biao fell into deep thought. He finally understood why his father said that he was still immature.

Luo Guanzhong had also heard of Wang Buli's name, and knew that he had caused a great stir by killing the envoy in the street.

Moreover, it was Zhu Biao's order to let the envoy go because he was kind-hearted.

Wang Buli was very satisfied when he saw Luo Guanzhong signed Huhai Sanren and signed his real name.

After gaining popularity, I will arrange engraving printing and make a hardcover edition, so that I can sell it at a higher price. "

Zhu Biao was also stunned when he heard this. He knew that there are mountains outside the mountains, but he closed the novel and couldn't help but retort:

But when Wang Buli stopped the people, he cut off the hand holding Zhu Biao's order, without taking the prince seriously at all.

"No, no? You can't even refute?"

Luo Guanzhong originally thought that the kindness of acquaintance was just imagined by himself and was written down in his storybook. He never thought that he could really realize this.

"Brother Prince, do you have your seal?"

"Believe it or not." Wang Buli picked up the tea cup and took a sip: "Besides, do I need to believe it?"

"what?"

"Um, signature?"

Even Wang Buli is more experienced than him.

Wang Buli took out the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and placed it in front of him:

"I am very optimistic about this book. I will ask the printing craftsmen at the Imperial College to work on it first and then spread it widely.

Luo Guanzhong quickly recovered from the shock. He was extremely happy to hear Wang Buli's arrangement. He wanted to publish a book now.

Zhu Biao was immediately struck speechless by Wang Buli.

Is it possible that we are really so weak when facing powerful ministers?

Those rumors that all hope that he will ascend the throne all think that he is easier to bully than his father!

Just watch it once!

Whoever publishes a book for him is his benefactor.

"I really doubt what your teacher taught you!"

Luo Guanzhong's eyes lit up and he nodded repeatedly.

Luo Guanzhong was stunned. He really didn't expect Wang Buli to like this manuscript so much and even regard it as a family heirloom.

"Yes, write your real name." Wang Buli asked Li Jinglong to bring the pen and ink:

"I like this manuscript very much, and I plan to treasure it and pass it on to my descendants. Of course you, the original author, have to sign your name to me."

Luo Guanzhong is known as the originator of Chinese Zhanghui novels, especially because he writes well, and his signature is probably the only one.

"You don't even know how to argue."

Now it sounds like this rumor is probably true!

However, Luo Guanzhong felt that Wang Buli really didn't believe it when he said that he himself needed to understand this book.

He never thought that the prince said one thing about Wang Buli and Wang Buli said many things in reply.

"I am very worried about your future in power."

Then he took out the seal he was wearing and stamped it.

Li Jinglong stood aside, not daring to respond at all.

Wang Buli patted him on the shoulder: "You are too young, Prince. Please study harder in the future and don't always listen to the praises of those civil servants."

"At that time, I will give you two a combined hardcover edition to further harvest the fans of the Three Kingdoms who want to collect it." Wang Buli pinched the manuscript in his hand and said: "Here, you sign your name, and the manuscript fee will be yours. .”

"I do not believe."

As expected of a small official who had worked in the county government, he was so slick that it was difficult to grasp.

Similarly, Wang Buli's words also opened the eyes of several people here. Can you still talk to the prince like this?

The feeling of power that Zhu Biao had in the Imperial College this afternoon was gone when he was hit by Wang Buli's few words in front of him.

"After your book becomes famous, I will arrange for your master's "Water Margin of Loyalty" to be printed and sold as well."

"Go, go, go."

Almost sixty years old, Luo Guanzhong has never met such a close friend, nor did he receive such treatment when he assisted Zhang Shicheng in his early years.

As the original author, I revised it several times before finalizing it.

"Bring it."

"Come on, stamp it for me." Wang Buli put the manuscript in front of Zhu Biao again: "I've already taken it as a family heirloom, so of course it needs to be stamped."

"Oh."

Zhu Biao didn't expect that Wang Buli really liked this book, but he had a little expectation in his heart. After the book was printed, he would take a look.

Wang Buli glanced at Cao Guogong again: "Cousin, do you have your seal?"

Li Wenzhong also took out his private seal and stamped it.

Wang Buli was very satisfied and immediately put the book aside. Li Jinglong said quickly: "I also have a seal."

"You don't need yours. You don't even like this book. Why are you joining in the fun?"

Hearing Wang Buli's cold words, Li Jinglong froze on the spot. He also wanted his name to be passed down to the old Wang family.

Why is it that my future Duke Cao is not worthy?

But Li Jinglong really didn't like this book.

Wang Buli picked up the pen again and said: "This book is so well written that I also want to write a preface to it."

Hearing this, Zhu Biao also understood that Wang Buli probably liked this book very much, so he kept praising it.

However, when some people publish books, only a great scholar can write a preface. Luo Guanzhong's book is a story-telling novel, and Wang Buli writing a preface is not an insult to him.

Luo Guanzhong was very excited. This prince-in-law was his number one book fan. With him here, his books would definitely be published in the future.

This way he wouldn't have to save money to go to Fujian, where he heard that the engraving and printing technology was relatively advanced.

"Linjiang Immortal."

"the river is long and tempestuous, it was like a hero."

Zhu Biao read it out unconsciously.

Everyone was a little confused. Could this be a sentence written by Wang Buli?

This guy's writing is a bit grand.

After Luo Guanzhong heard this, he hurriedly came to Wang Buli's side and watched carefully:

"Success and failure are all gone. The green mountains are still there, and the sunsets are red several times."

"White-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river bank are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A jug of turbid wine happily meets each other.

Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter. "

When Wang Buli put down the brush, Zhu Biao took it out immediately.

Watching again and again made Luo Guanzhong stand behind him, wanting to take a good look.

Li Wenzhong was extremely surprised when he heard them read it out loud.

This poem is written with great feeling!

Li Jinglong could only say "f*ck, f*ck, f*ck" and stared at Wang Buli beside him.

We are better educated than him, how can he write a poem even if he can read a book?

Damn it, writing this is as easy as drinking water.

Li Jinglong had to admit that this guy was really smart.

After Wang Buli finished writing, he took a breath and calmed down, and almost sang it just now.

"Well written."

Zhu Biao held the piece of paper and patted Wang Buli on the shoulder:

"I'm really looking forward to this book even more."

Luo Guanzhong pinched his gray beard and was immersed in this poem.

As the author of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, he certainly knows what this book is about.

This poem written by the Prince Consort really fits this book very well.

The preface of this poem is enough to prove that the prince-in-law recognized his book.

Wang Buli stood up and walked around:

"Jinglong, please call Chun Shisanniang in, and I'll talk to her."

"it is good."

Luo Guanzhong really felt that he had found a soulmate. He had never met someone until he was almost sixty years old.

It can be said that Luo Guanzhong's wife and child died of illness. His only wish now is that the books he wrote can be published. All his sustenance is on this.

"How many things in the past and present are all in the joke."

Luo Guanzhong couldn't help but burst into tears when he looked at the words Wang Buli wrote for him. He was choked even when he read the poem.

When Chun Shisanniang came in, her whole body was very tense.

She could very clearly guess the value of the young man walking in front of Cao Guogong.

Chun Shisanniang never expected that the prince would come to Qinhuai Xiaosa at night.

After all, isn't this just ruining the prince's reputation?

How could the nobles of the Tian family come to this land of smoke and willows?

She was more afraid of the anger of today's emperor. Madam Chun Shisanniang didn’t know whether to refuse a girl with an innocent net worth for the prince.

After all, if a woman favored by the royal family continues to receive guests in Qinhuai at night, wouldn't that be a slap in the royal face?

But it sounded like the prince consort didn't mean to ask her to come in and arrange a girl for the prince.

Instead, he asked her to find the storyteller.

Let’s get acquainted with this poem, written by Wang Buli as a preface to a new story-telling novel The Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

In the future, we need to talk about it in the venue, give a preview in advance, and leave a gimmick.

Chun Shisanniang also admired some of Wang Buli's methods very much, and quickly asked people to warm up the place.

It is said that the prince-in-law felt this and sent him a script of what he was going to say in Qinhuai at night. He wrote the lyrics and it would be printed in two days.

As soon as the storyteller said these words in the hall, there was a burst of surprise.

Everyone believes that Wang Buli solves cases like a god and is a bit bloody. After all, many people have seen it with their own eyes.

But to say that Wang Buli can write lyrics is a bit doubtful.

The people below who were not afraid of trouble started making a fuss: "Did the Prince Consort write erotic poems?"

"Yeah."

"Hurry up and tell your brothers to have eyes."

"Hahaha."

The king of Jingjiang below, Zhu Shouqian, whose real name is Zhu Tiezhu, has not yet left the vassal state recently, but he refuses to leave because he is in the capital.

He often "goes to bars" and is also a frequent visitor to Ye Qinhuai.

I am very much looking forward to Wang Buli writing a erotic poem.

"Everyone, everyone."

The storyteller once again emphasized that this was a word written for the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

After the recitation was over, most people in the audience listened to it quite well, but this is not a pornographic poem!

"Let's ask the consort to write a erotic poem."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The hall suddenly fell into laughter again. After experiencing the burning of books and enforcing Confucianism in the Yuan Dynasty, coupled with the wars in the late Yuan and early Ming Dynasties, many people had little cultural accomplishment.

Many people are ignorant, but that doesn't mean some people don't understand.

This group of people began to discuss in low voices. This poem was really written by Wang Buli. How could he write such a good poem?

It's not that he didn't like studying, so he went to work as a clerk in the county government and climbed up step by step.

Even if he became the emperor's son-in-law, he would now be nothing more than an official in the capital.

The good news is that the Prince Consort wrote the first lyrics.

The bad news is that pity is not a pornographic word.

Zhong Niu and the others looked at each other in confusion. Didn't they expect the prince-in-law to be so capable?

Although Zhu Shouqian didn't like studying, he had also been taught by famous teachers, and he still felt quite good about the words the storyteller just said.

Wang Buli is quite capable.

It was undesirable that the imperial grandfather would directly kill the Minister of Rites for him. This incident sent a very strong signal to the courtiers.

Who dares to impeach Wang Buli again?

Zhu Shouqian naturally kept his tail between his legs and behaved himself. Besides, everyone had a prince-in-law who was waiting for him, and he was a generation older than him in terms of seniority.

For Ye Qinhuai, this was just an episode.

Everyone came here to have fun, and they were disappointed that the consort, Wang Buli, did not write erotic poems.

On the contrary, Zhu Yuanzhang in the palace was silent for a long time after receiving the poem.

It's a pity that he didn't see the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, but he felt a little itchy in his heart.

"Our son-in-law's lyrics are pretty good."

Empress Ma held the copied poem in her hand and looked at it carefully: "It is particularly consistent with his experience."

Zhu Yuanzhang could understand the meaning of his sister's words, which was what he experienced in fairyland.

Wang Buli's statement that many things in ancient and modern times are all laughed at really hit Zhu Yuanzhang.

Not everyone can write such open-minded words.

Empress Ma felt that Wang Buli had seen things thoroughly, so he took pleasure in time in the fairyland. In reality, he didn't value power that much.

When he became a Dianshi, he would only delegate power to his subordinates to do things, and he would not be greedy for credit. Whoever's contribution he made would be written down.

In many ways, this son-in-law crushes the eldest son of a Korean prince.

Empress Ma also knew that no future son-in-law would be able to surpass Wang Buli.

"Buli has this state of mind at such a young age. It's because we are obsessed with it."

Zhu Yuanzhang said so, but he disagreed in his heart.

Wang Buli also admitted that there has never been anyone like him in history. Why can't I, Lao Zhu, do better and let my descendants keep this family business for a long time?

Zhu Yuanzhang's current idea is to make the Ming Dynasty last forever, and he has been working hard for it.

Queen Ma held Zhu Yuanzhang's hand again, hoping that he would stop being so tired.

After all, he is not young anymore, and he is no longer the Zhu Chongba he was when he was young.

During this time, she had long since noticed that her husband's face had become much thinner.

Years of high-intensity work can really make you grow old.

"But we don't accept our fate!" Zhu Yuanzhang also held Empress Ma's hand: "We have never accepted our fate since we were a cowherd boy, we have not accepted our fate since we became a wandering monk, and we have never accepted our fate since we became a rebel.

If Zhu Chongba had accepted his fate, there wouldn't be such a great Ming Dynasty, and he would have died making choices again and again.

We didn’t accept our fate, and that’s how we got to where we are today. "

Thinking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang laughed a few more words:

"We just don't accept our fate, so that our deeds can be passed down in the laughter of future generations."

Empress Ma felt her husband's strength, and her son-in-law's words not only failed to comfort him, but instead aroused his ambition.

"I know I know."

Empress Ma sighed leisurely: "But Chongba, you must also pay attention to your health."

"We are still very young. If you ask Wang Buli to fight against us, he can't even beat me."

Zhu Yuanzhang still said firmly: "I will give him one hand."

But then he remembered the fire gun that Wang Buli played in the fairyland, and he shook his head calmly. Of course, that thing could not be considered manufactured.

Even if Wang Buli likes strange and obscene techniques, it won't work. The materials in the fairyland are not available in the human world.

Wang Buli's poems did not cause any sensation in Qinhuai at night, but caused an uproar in the Imperial College.

When it comes to a gathering place for cultural people, this must be the first place.

In addition, compared to Zhu Biao, Wang Buli was extremely tolerant to them. People are really afraid of comparison.

Therefore, once Wang Buli's new words were transmitted, these people started to praise them.

Even Fang Xiaoru, who is a good reader, felt that Wang Buli's writing was really good after reading it.

This was written by Yang Shen, the first of the three great talents of the Ming Dynasty, and no other person could be found in the entire Ming Dynasty.

Xie Jin, Yang Shen and Xu Wei.

The most famous Tang Bohu was just a younger brother in front of them.

The child prodigy Jie Jin listened to everyone's words and came up with Wang Buli's words about wanting to accept him as his disciple.

"Is it possible that he is also that kind of genius?"

Everyone was much taller than Xie Jin, and no one cared that he was talking to himself.

"But I already have a mentor, so I'm afraid it won't work if I continue to learn from him."

However, Xie Lun, who had always paid attention to his younger brother, listened to his younger brother's words and asked quickly: "What problem did you find?"

"Ah, no, I just think the poem Prince Consort is really good."

Jie Jin didn't dare to say anything else.

Everyone fell into discussion again.

Of course, the fate of these three talents was not very good.

Instead, people like Song Lian and others gathered together to read this poem.

are good words.

Was the question really written by that clerk Wang Buli?

He is so young, how can he have such a state of mind?

This emotion alone cannot be written by a person who is not in his 70s or 80s with experience.

"Is it possible that there really is a genius in this world?"

"Could it be written by the person who wrote The Romance of the Three Kingdoms? In order to become famous, he sent the lyrics under Wang Buli's name?"

"It's possible, but if you really have such a wonderful word, how can you easily get others to sign it?"

Song Lian shook his head. He didn't think Wang Buli was this kind of person, even though Song Lian still looked down on Wang Buli, a "lucky" person like him.

But as a young man, he was not afraid of the powerful, made decisions for the people, and even killed foreign envoys on the street.

Most of them don't bother to do such a thing.

"Don't speculate maliciously on the Prince Consort." Song Lian stroked his beard and said:

"Although his philosophy is different from mine, I believe he is not this kind of person."

Song Lian didn't think highly of Wang Buli, he just had a deep understanding of his old boss.

If Wang Buli really dared to do such a thing, he would have taught him a lesson, and there would be no need for anyone else.

(End of this chapter)