I open a history tutorial class in Daming

Chapter 12 Your Majesty is cheating me!

Just when Song Shen couldn't help it anymore.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

Zhang Wei's gentle voice came from outside the door:

"Ziwei, the teacher asked me to take you over to talk to them and come back in a while. Is it convenient for you now? Do you want me to go in?"

Finally an excuse to run away!
Song Shenru was pardoned, and he quickly fumbled to get up and said:
"No need, no need. I can come out by myself. I'll go with you!"

Since he became blind, Song Lian made a custom-made cane for him at his request. Song Shen could move around with the help of this "guide stick". Even though he had someone with him today, he felt insecure because he couldn't see, so he always had the guide stick in his hand. So even if no one was there to help him, Song Shen could leave on his own.

There was a rustling sound of clothes behind me, as if someone had stood up.

When Zhu Biao saw Song Shen moving with such difficulty, he felt a little sorry for him since he knew him from the past, so he hurriedly tried to help him get out.

Who would have thought that the blind young man seemed to have grown another pair of eyes behind his back, and said without even turning his head:

"Brother Chen, I have also practiced walking like this at home and can walk without any hindrance. You don't have to send me off."

Zhu Biao stood there in a daze.

It was not until he saw Song Shen leave the room with some difficulty that he came to his senses and looked at his father sitting upright in the chair.

Seeing the door was quietly closed, Zhu Yuanzhang spoke lightly.

"There is no doubt that he is really blind."

He seemed to recall something, his eyes looked somewhat deep:

"When we were fighting and running around, many of our brothers were injured on the battlefield. Some had their arms and legs cut off, some had their stomachs ripped open, and the most unfortunate ones were those who were hit on the head and face but didn't die."

"Most of the last type of people were stabbed in the eyes by the swords, so they became blind."

"After they suddenly became blind, their senses, such as hearing and touch, became much sharper, and even their intuition became stronger. It's not surprising that Song Shen could sense your movements just now."

Zhu Biao nodded, not quite understanding.

The father and son were silent for a while, but Zhu Biao couldn't help but asked:
"Dad, what he just said... is it true?"

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at him, drank a sip of hot tea, exhaled in the chilly late autumn, and said in a calm tone:

"whats the matter."

Still pretending?

Zhu Biao was a little anxious.

Originally he didn't want to ask so bluntly, but now it seems that if he doesn't ask directly, his father might do something secretive again.

"He said that you would take action against Prime Minister Hu. Is this true?"

Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, holding the cup of hot tea in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.

Sure enough, the child still asked.

He thought for a moment, then asked instead:

"If we don't deal with it, when you ascend the throne in the future, do you think you can manage the situation in the court?"

"In terms of merit, they are the heroes who founded the Ming Dynasty. In terms of seniority, you should have called them uncles in your early years."

"As for the heart and eyes... Hehe, Biao'er, do you have that thing?"

Zhu Biao was a little unconvinced.

Although he has not had much experience in the court and is only helping to handle some simple government affairs, no matter what, his teachers since childhood are all the best and top talents in the world. With so many talented people teaching him, even if he is young and cannot beat them now, will he still be able to beat them in the future?

As the saying goes, no one knows a son better than his father.

As soon as Zhu Biao's face changed, Zhu Yuanzhang knew what he was up to.

"Don't think you're still young and have time to gain experience. Biao'er, let me tell you, even if you train for another ten or eight years, you still won't be able to beat them."

Zhu Yuanzhang wiped out his son's twenty years of hard work with just one sentence:

"You are smarter than me, your teacher is better than mine, and your homework and policy essays are all excellent. But let me ask you one question - if you were Zhu Yuanzhang, could you have climbed up from a beggar to the position of the founding emperor of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhu Biao's face was stiff.

But my father didn't stop and kept talking:
"Don't even think about it, you can't."

"Because you are too kind-hearted. Your nature was formed in your mother's womb. Just like your brothers, even though they were all born by your mother, they studied in the same hall as you when they were young. Who has a personality like you?"

"It is precisely because of your temper that we must pave the way for you now."

"You can't do such a thing as killing the running dog after the rabbit is dead, but we can."

"You need to be a wise and benevolent ruler who carries on the tradition, but we have crawled out of a sea of ​​blood and corpses. It doesn't matter how future generations judge us for being cruel and heartless. They are not our sons!"

"Biao'er, you only need to remember one thing. Everything we do is so that you can sit in that position safely in the future, without having to worry about the ministers who are more powerful than you. Just for this result, no matter what we do, our reputation is not as important as you think. Do you understand?"

Hearing this, Zhu Biao's lips moved, and after a while he said:
"But Dad...he just said today that I would die of illness before I ascend the throne. I'm afraid that everything you did will cause even bigger problems."

If it had been yesterday, Zhu Yuanzhang would have been furious when he heard these words and would have cursed the bastard who cursed his beloved son.

But now, he has gradually accepted it.

Zhu Yuanzhang was as calm as before and whispered:

"He can say whatever he wants, but if I knew how to accept my fate, I would have starved to death with my parents, or I would have starved to death while begging for food all over the Central Plains."

"Biao'er, remember this: fuck that bullshit fate. You get to decide when you die. Do you understand?"

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Next room.

Song Shen, who had been pretending to smile for a quarter of an hour and was led by Song Lian to drink tea with everyone in turn, was finally relieved.

He was supported by Zhang Wei and walked out of the private room again. He stood outside and breathed the fresh air. He finally felt a little more alive.

Then, Song Shen turned his head to the left.

That was the place where Zhang Wei supported himself.

"Brother Zhang, I just chatted with the two people next to me and found out that they are students from the Imperial College. They want to seek help from you to pursue their careers."

Hearing his question, Zhang Wei did not pause at all, and spoke with a smile, his voice shaking a little, as if he was nodding:

"Yes, they are my distant cousins. Chen Biao is a smart and kind person. We only visited them occasionally during festivals before. This is the first time they asked me for help. I will help them if I can."

When Song Shen heard this, he realized that, as expected, this was a relationship. Zhang Wei must be helping him out of kinship and not taking any benefits.

After thinking for a while, he sorted out his thoughts and said:
"Then I think you should pay a little attention to your two relatives, especially the older one, Chen Guorui. From what I heard from him, it seems that he has some connections with the Prime Minister's Mansion. After all, you are my grandfather's student. If you don't handle this well, if something happens... I'm afraid it will be a bit difficult for you."

Zhang Wei: Huh???

Everyone else was dumbfounded.

After so many years in officialdom, this is the first time that His Majesty has specifically asked him to do something. How come this involves the Prime Minister?
Damn it, it’s a good thing Ziwei is a kind man, otherwise he wouldn’t even know how he died!
　Come spicy!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)