Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 26 You don’t understand the joy of being a teacher
In a dark room, smoke from the incense burner was rising.

The curtains sway slightly in the wind, and the subtle fragrance floats.

Fourth Master Zhu opened the curtain, his eyes shining.

The Zhao Xuanzhen in front of her was wearing a long red dress, and her rich and exquisite curves were perfectly outlined, like a ripe peach, exuding an alluring aroma.

The three thousand green hairs like a waterfall draped down casually from the shoulders, straight to the waist as slender as a willow, adding a bit of charm and style.

Her face is delicate and exquisite, and she is extremely beautiful. Her eyes are black and narrow, and her long eyelashes are slightly upward. Every time she blinks, she seems to be carrying a trace of electricity, revealing a different kind of charm.

Fourth Master Zhu swallowed in disappointment.

"Come here." Zhao Xuanzhen raised her fingers towards Fourth Master Zhu.

Her red lips were slightly raised, and her eyes were as charming as silk.

With a smile on his face, Fourth Master Zhu walked over and got closer to her.

Zhao Xuanzhen looked up at him, her eyes blurred and slowly closed.

"I will subdue the demon today." Fourth Master Zhu leaned over.

At this moment, he heard the rooster crow.

Then, he suddenly sat up from the bed and cursed: "Cio, this is a dream!"

He lifted the quilt, his old face turned red, and he quickly got up to pack and change clothes and quilt.

Carrying the quilt and clothes he had changed into, he came to the yard and saw Zhu Di already practicing boxing.

"Master, do you wash the quilt early in the morning?" Zhu Di was confused.

"Little brat, you don't understand." Fourth Master Zhu was quite proud, "You don't understand the joy of being a teacher."

Before he traveled through time, he was a spirited young man with a lot of energy.

Although he traveled through time and space in the body of an old man, he has been in better shape than the average young man after years of training.

"Why did I dream about Zhao Xuanzhen?" Mr. Zhu muttered in a low voice, "However, that girl is indeed beautiful and charming, she is the best."

"Master, what are you muttering about?" Zhu Di asked.

"Hey, I want a woman for my teacher. I have been single for decades." Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands.

"Old gangster." Zhu Di was speechless.

……

Salt production and shipping are already on the right track.

The Beggars Group no longer needs Mr. Zhu to do everything personally, so he has more time to study and practice.

As for the affairs of the academy, there is no rush.

He planned to find suitable disciples first, then teach them, and let them take the scientific examination and win the first prize, second prize and third prize.

In that case, his master will definitely become famous, and it will be a matter of course for him to establish an academy.

"History of the Ming Dynasty" records that the first time the Hongwu Dynasty opened a subject to recruit scholars was in the third year of Hongwu, and there was a lot of trouble.

There is still a little more than a year left, and we have to find a disciple first.

Thinking of this, Fourth Master Zhu's eyes fell on Zhu Di, and then he shook his head.

Zhu Di is still young and it is almost impossible to get the top prize.

"Master, what are you looking at me for? Studying." Zhu Di said, "Since I followed you, Master, I found that studying has become easier. I understand everything I didn't understand before."

"Really?" Fourth Master Zhu was shocked.

"Yes, I didn't even understand what Mr. Song taught me, but now I understand everything." Zhu Di looked arrogant, "I will definitely be better than the second brother and the third brother when I go back this time."

He was also surprised that when he was in the main hall, Song Lian taught him, but he only seemed to understand.

But now that I'm here, I can understand it myself.

"Could it be that the Book of Luck is bidirectional?" Fourth Master Zhu frowned.

In other words, not only can he pick up the disciples' wool, but the disciples can also understand faster.

That would be great.

"Gang leader!"

The door was pushed open, and Zhang Dingbian came in hurriedly, "Feiyan Tower sent someone to the main altar and said that one hundred thousand taels of silver are ready for you to pick up in person." "Zhao Xuanzhen is a woman who understands current affairs." Fourth Master Zhu laughed and said, "Okay, I'll leave later."

He thought of last night's dream, and it was still unfinished.

……

dusk.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Feiyan Tower, and the sound of silk and bamboo could be heard in the building.

Every floor of Feiyan Tower is hung with red lanterns, which look even more dazzling under the setting sun. The windows in the building were half-opened, and a woman in rich clothes could be vaguely seen leaning on the railing in front of the window.

The water of the Qinhuai River in front of the building is sparkling, and the afterglow of the setting sun dances on the water, like countless golden scales swimming.

Fourth Master Zhu carried his six-foot-long knife and entered the building, which was brightly lit.

A group of pretty girls, all with proud figures and beautiful faces, coupled with the long skirts that outline their figures, make Fourth Master Zhu, who has been lonely for decades, look hot.

"Fourth Master, please come inside." The maid led the way.

He came to the backyard and looked up to see Zhao Xuanzhen.

She wore a red palace dress that reached the floor. Her slender waist was tied with a thin belt, which made her figure even more proud. She had a hosta in her hair and her skin was fair.

Her shoulders were exposed, and under her slender neck, she was all white.

"Fourth Master." She smiled charmingly and pointed to the box in front of her, "This is Feiyan Tower's tribute to you."

"Shopkeeper Zhao, is that all?" Fourth Master Zhu approached.

"One hundred thousand taels of silver." Zhao Xuanzhen frowned slightly.

Fourth Master Zhu smiled half-heartedly and raised his eyebrows: "Don't you belong to me too?"

Zhao Xuanzhen's cold and beautiful face stiffened a bit, and there was a coldness floating in the depths of her eyes.

However, it just passed by in a flash. She chuckled and blinked her mature and charming eyes: "Fourth Master, my family is old. Why don't you stay and I will find an oiran for you."

"next time."

Fourth Master Zhu gently pushed her away and raised his eyebrows, "Send someone to help me deliver the money."

"Listen to Fourth Master." Zhao Xuanzhen pushed him away gently.

She ordered seven or eight people to load the boxes onto the carriage and left Feiyan Tower through the back door.

……

"Fourth Master, walk slowly."

After she watched Fourth Master Zhu go out, murderous intent flashed in her eyes, "Old gangster, today is the day you die."

Swish!
She flew up to the attic and hurriedly changed into night clothes.

If Fourth Master Zhu were here, he would be shocked. It turns out that Zhao Xuanzhen is a martial arts master.

After changing into night clothes, she put on a black robe, revealing only a pair of sharp eyes.

"Your Royal Highness, the Mingjiao and Qianjintai are ready." The maid came to report.

"Very good." Zhao Xuanzhen chuckled, "With such a big excitement, of course I have to go and see it."

After saying that, she flew out of the building.

At this moment, twilight is closing, the sky is getting darker, and there are fewer and fewer pedestrians on the street.

Fourth Master Zhu was sitting on the carriage.

The carriage turned into a long uninhabited alley.

"Brother, are you going the wrong way?" Master Zhu asked the driver.

"That's right, it's right here." The driver stopped unexpectedly.

The carriage stopped right in the middle of the alley, with high walls on both sides.

At this time, dozens of men in black poured into the narrow alley from both ends.

They were all tall and tall, with cold eyes, and the knives they clenched in their hands shone coldly in the dim night light.

The entire alley was immediately enveloped in a chill.

(End of this chapter)