The struggle of the reborn prince

Chapter 140 Returning to Beijing Road ([-])

Zhu Shuzhen has already recognized that this prince is the son who had a poem with her last night. Seeing that he is dressed in white, with a crown on his head, he looks like a handsome son. Now with a straight face, he frightens the mighty housekeeper out of his soul. With a perforated look, he couldn't help laughing out loud.But suddenly felt a bit awkward in this atmosphere, peeking at him, but he looked straight at him, couldn't help Xia Fei's cheeks, and hastily lowered her head.

"Hmph, I heard that there is a popular saying of 'golden belt, silver belt, Zhu Jiahuan under the Zhao family', I don't know why, you go back for me and ask what your master means, what is the last name of this Da Song?" Zhao Tun Said leisurely.

"My lord, this is a rumour, you must not believe it." After hearing this, Zhu Xugao became even more frightened and kowtowed.

"Hehe, I didn't believe it at first, but I believed it when I saw you. The little one said that what the surname Zhu said was the law of the king, but a little housekeeper, the score is bigger than me, the prince." Zhao Tong fiddled Holding the silver chopsticks in his hand, he said with a smile.

"My lord, this is all a misunderstanding. I don't know that you are in the hall, otherwise I would dare to offend your prestige." Zhu Xugao regretted it. Why didn't he think about it? What are you doing.

"Duplicity, iron mouth and steel teeth, do you think that a misunderstanding is a misunderstanding? In front of everyone in the hall, everyone is deaf and foolish. If I don't teach you a lesson today, you still don't know how powerful I am." Zhao Tang slapped his chopsticks on the table.

"My lord, don't be angry. Butler Zhu is blind and doesn't know real people. Don't be as knowledgeable as him." Zhizhou also panicked. No one else knew what happened the day before yesterday, but he knew. Chop up the 'offal' on the site, Zhu Xi hasn't eaten himself yet

"He Yishan, please tell the prince that everyone is in the same hall as ministers, and don't look at the monk's face and the Buddha's face, so don't make it difficult for the lower officials." Zhizhou saw that the prince ignored him, and the two guards had already erected Zhu Xugao. With one hand on the handle of the knife, as long as the prince snorted, the official's head would fall to the ground. He was really anxious this time, so he hurriedly asked why.

"My lord, just let him go, he is just a servant, why bother with him?" He Qufei looked at the prefect's greasy face, couldn't bear it, got up and said.

"Hmph, for the sake of the teacher, I'll let you go today, or I'll chop off six and a half catties of you with one knife," said Zhao Tong with a cold snort.

"Thank you, my lord, thank you..." Hearing what the lord said, the two guards let go, and Zhu Xugao fell to the ground, but he got up and kowtowed again and again, regardless of the pain all over his body.

"Housekeeper Zhu, please sit here." Seeing that the prince didn't say anything, the magistrate hurriedly ordered someone to help him up, and arranged him at a table near the door. This would flatter the officials at the same table. They never had the chance Sitting with such big men.Zhu Xugao sat down with the support of two postmen as if his legs were sifting through chaff, and he finally settled down after drinking two cups of hot tea.

After a farce ended, the magistrate hurriedly ordered to serve food, wine, and singing and dancing. Under the cheers and dancing, the embarrassing atmosphere just now was swept away, and the scene became lively. This group of people from all over the world respected each other Drinking, bragging, talking about the experience of being in the officialdom, talking about who gave a strange flower in exchange for a county magistrate, and who bought a concubine who is charming...

Zhao Tang was bored, but he couldn't leave the venue. The group of people obviously drank too much, and he couldn't let everyone else get drunk.Zhizhou and He Qufei chatted about the local scenery. They talked about Cao Cao's rebellion against Dong at the end of the Han Dynasty. , the two had an argument, and the people at the table slowly joined the debate.

"Hehe, some people say that Cao Mengde is a hero, and others say that he is a hero, but he is also a minister capable of governing the world, a traitor in troubled times, who can tell right from wrong?" The wine glass pier said on the table.

"My lord, I'm still in the weak crown, and I admire you for having such insight." Chen Liuzhi Zhou froze for a moment, and said hastily.

"Yes, yes, the knowledge of the prince, I can't wait"

"The appearance of a dragon and a phoenix, a young hero"

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After Zhao Tun finished speaking, there was a wave of flattery in the hall immediately, and the voice of praise could not be heard, but Zhao Tun laughed again and said: "If you don't read books, you have the right, if you don't know how to read, you can get rich, and if you don't know things, people will praise you." The sky is only biased, and there is no distinction between the virtuous and the stupid. Frustrated heroes, wear away the good, the smarter the luckier.

"My lord, you drank too much, take a rest." He Qufei saw Zhao Tun finish his jingle, and the faces of the people in the hall changed continuously, which was unavoidably embarrassing, but in this world now, if anyone doesn't do something 'sneaky' How can I get along in the officialdom, so I hurriedly persuaded him.

"My lord, I'll help you to rest in the house." Jianxi had never seen the lord drink so much, so he couldn't help worrying, and stretched out his hand to support him.

"Am I drunk? Hehe, it's fine if I'm drunk." Zhao Teng stood up unsteadily, looked at the crowd and said with a smile, "Don't help me, bring me a pen and ink." He pushed Jianxi away and said.

Seeing that the prince was drunk, the magistrate did not dare to disobey, so he hurriedly ordered someone to prepare a pen and ink and bring it over. Zhao Tun held the pen in one hand, and tore off the curtain on the wall with the other to reveal the whitewashed wall. Inscribing poems on the wall, everyone gathered around when they saw that the prince wanted to keep calligraphy, but He Qufei was beating a small drum in his heart. He had been teaching for more than a year, but he had never seen the prince write a poem. He looked at the man holding the inkstone Xi, is also frowning, worried that the prince will be timid, and has been with the prince for so many years, let alone writing poems, even when reading poems.

"The rolling Yangtze River flows eastward, the waves wash away the heroes, right and wrong are turned away, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times. On the river, the white-haired fishermen and woodcutters are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet, so many things in ancient and modern times I’m all about laughing and talking about white-haired fishermen and woodcutters on the river. I’m used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is a joy to meet again. There are many things in ancient and modern times, and I’m all about talking about it.” Zhao Tun pen wandered around the dragon, leaving two words on the whitewashed wall, Throwing a pen away in the eyes of everyone or reverence or strangeness.

"Good words, the first two lines remind me of the poet's 'Boundless falling trees, the endless Yangtze River rolls in' and Su Xueshi's 'The great river goes east, and the waves sweep away all the romantic people of the ages'." A white beard couldn't help but He nodded in praise.

"The two most wonderful sentences are 'the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red for a few times', which makes people feel the sadness of life's perishability, which can be described as a quatrain through the ages." A foreign official who seemed to have experienced many vicissitudes sighed.

"I like the two sentences of 'how many things in ancient and modern times are all jokes'. Let it be turbulent and stormy, right or wrong, but I want spring breeze and autumn moon, tranquility and indifference, detached from the world, this is my generation's desire"...

"This word is rich in philosophy and has a profound artistic conception. It shows a kind of great understanding and sees through the world of mortals. However, the prince has not yet reached the year of his coronation, but he can have such insights. It is really puzzling." .

"He Yishan is really talented, he is really a famous teacher." Before He Qufei could figure it out, he was already surrounded by the crowd, and there were voices of praise everywhere. He thanked him humbly, but his self-esteem was greatly satisfied.

"The Mysterious Young Lord" No one outside the crowd noticed a young girl looking at the whitewashed wall and fell into reverie. He is gentle and elegant, handsome as a young man, but just now he has a ferocious and murderous face; he can shout for a seat , but he is very open-minded in his words; he is full of slang, but he can write beautiful words

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When Zhao Tang woke up, it was already the next morning. The hangover gave him a splitting headache, but he still reluctantly got up according to the habit.Xin Zhao, who was dozing off on the book table with his clothes on, heard the movement and hurried over to serve him, "Xin Zhao, why are you keeping watch here, where are the maids?" Zhao Tang asked curiously.

"The lord drank too much yesterday, I was afraid that they would not be able to take good care of them, so I sent them away." Xin Zhao skillfully served the lord to dress, and he did some things during the training days.

"Xin Zhao, I drank too much yesterday, what did I say, didn't I do anything disrespectful?" Zhao Tuo pinched his head, raised his hands, and asked Xin Zhao to tie the jade belt for him.

"Yesterday, the prince showed his face. After a high-level discussion, the pre-school scholar wrote an inscription on the powder wall of the post house, which shocked everyone, and praised the prince for his extraordinary literary talents." Zhao Xin joked.

"What? I wrote a poem, what did I write?" Zhao Tun was taken aback. He really drank too much yesterday, and he forgot what he did afterwards.

"I also only remembered two sentences, something like 'the green hills are still there, and the sunset is red a few times'." Xin Zhao looked at the prince in surprise, it seems that he really forgot, this has never happened in the past.

"Oh" Zhao Tong nodded, thinking for a while that he seemed to have written the poem by Yang Shen in the Ming Dynasty on the wall, but it was purely an accidental injury, because he was too familiar with Xiao Luo, who made Xiao Luo unkind, and made him like this The first word was written in the epilogue of "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", and then the TV series was howling all day long, Zhao Tun secretly sweated, if he cut and pasted the poems of some famous people who are still alive, what would happen? Don't make a big joke.

"My lord, last night the lady from Vice Envoy Zhu's family sent someone to invite you to taste tea and discuss poetry. I blocked you, but she sent someone to send you a new work for your review." Zhao Xin cleaned up for the lord, He took a page from the book table and said.

"How do I know poetry, let me comment, it's better to ask Jianxi to talk to him" Zhao Tong said with a smile.

"My lord, you should take a look at it anyway. The young lady has invited you over and over again, and she admires you very much. You should see her anyway."

This is what Zhao Tun said, but Zhao Tun heard it a little jealous. He shook his head and smiled and took a look. The handwriting was neat and beautiful, with a strong foundation, and there was a faint fragrance on the pink letter paper. Moaning and chirping add to the bleakness. Sleeping with a lamp on the back of the pillow, the moon and the remnant dream come true. Get up and hook the emerald foil, where is the cold anvil to work. Leaning on the small railing alone, the wind and the cold are forcing people." This word is so familiar, Zhao Wei wrinkled frown.