Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1150 People-oriented

  Because of this, Fang Jifan never cared much about court meetings and court meetings.

  Even if he had to come here, he was like a wooden stake, winking with Zhu Houzhao from the side.

  Zhu Houzhao seemed to be very happy. He didn't know what was hidden in his sleeve, and there was a big bulge. When everyone's attention was on the meeting, he secretly opened the sleeve and revealed a sculpture.

  Fang Jifan's sharp eyes saw it clearly, and then his face turned green with fright.

  That wooden sculpture...fuck it...it's a bit of Francier's humanism...

  How should I put it, in layman's terms, this statue is a little... obscene.

   At least for this day and age, it's nasty.

   But on the bust, a heroic man looked forward, his upper body was exposed, his muscles were bulging, he had biceps, abdominal muscles, everything.

  It is quite similar, Michelangelo's "David", this idea is very avant-garde.

  I didn't expect...His Royal Highness...to have such a bad taste.

  Fang Jifan shuddered.

  Zhu Houzhao couldn't help being amused, it seems... this is his favorite work.

   Seeing Fang Jifan lowered his head, pretending not to see anything, Zhu Houzhao, who was standing beside Fang Jifan, moved his footsteps slightly, getting closer to Fang Jifan, and said in a low voice, "Old Fang, does it look good?"

   "Your Highness, where... did this come from?" Fang Jifan whispered softly.

Zhu Houzhao didn't move his mouth, but let out a quiet voice: "I carved it myself, and I learned it from a few Francillos. I think their sculptures are quite interesting, haha...Look, this body of flesh is It's not very powerful, Ben Gong is not exaggerating, this is a mirror, and it was carved out truthfully, do you want to look at Ben Gong's muscles again?"

  Fang Jifan whispered: "No... want to..."

   The key words have not yet been settled.

But seeing Zhu Houzhao lift up his long sleeves again, another part of the sculpture was exposed. This time, the thighs of the sculpture were exposed. The muscles of the legs are strong and strong, like the roots of an old tree, especially below the belt. On the other side, only a huge banana leaf was carved to cover it.

Standing behind Fang Jifan, Duke of Qi, was Duke Zhang Mao of England. Hearing the two whispering something, Duke Zhang Mao of England was thinking about offering sacrifices to his ancestors, so he couldn't help being curious. ...Seeing the bust, Zhang Mao's head seemed about to explode all of a sudden, and he became dizzy.

Oops, oops...I can't do it, I can't do it, God, what is this trick, why don't you wear clothes, ah, His Royal Highness is in the court meeting in Fengtian Palace, and... unexpectedly took out such an obscene thing, oops...It can't be done...It can't be done …

   How could an old man who was mainly a priest bear this thing? Zhang Mao suddenly became dizzy, swayed, and fell straight down.

   With this fall, he bumped into Dingguo Gong Xu Yongning behind him.

  Suddenly, the two embraced and rolled over together.

  Emperor Hongzhi was listening to the performance of the ministers. Hearing the sound of ouch here, he hurriedly looked sideways and frowned: "What's the matter?"

   Zhang Mao and Xu Yongning were busy bowing down and pleading guilty: "Million dead."

  Zhang Mao said again: "Your Majesty, I am not in good health, my old eyes are dim, and I just... suddenly felt unwell."

  Emperor Hongzhi's expression softened just now.

But seeing Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan standing upright, listening attentively and fascinated, they couldn't help but blame: "Qing is an old minister, why is he not as good as a young man? The prince is so cute today, let's look at Qi Guogong again." Fang Jifan, too, can't take his eyes off!"

  Zhang Mao's old face was uncomfortable, but he still kowtowed: "Million!"

  Emperor Hongzhi sighed: "If you feel unwell, go and rest."

  Zhu Houzhao immediately said: "Father, my son helped the British Duke go out."

  Fang Jifan said: "My son also knows some medical skills, and may be able to diagnose the British public."

  Emperor Hongzhi nodded.

  The two of them seemed to be pardoned, one on the left and the other on the right, set up Zhang Mao and left.

  Zhang Mao felt that his legs were so soft, as if he was stepping on a sponge.

   He was dragged out of Fengtian Hall by two people, and when he saw the sun, the sunlight immediately dazzled him, and made him dizzy even more.

  Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are old, so you must be careful with your steps. Haha, you are the best. If you pretend to be sick like this, we won't let those guys keep chattering." "

  Zhang Mao was furious, and stretched out his hand, trying to grab Zhu Houzhao's lapel, but he thought, this is His Royal Highness, and he couldn't be offended, so he flipped his hand and strangled Fang Jifan's neck.

  Fang Jifan said: "What are you doing, what are you going to do, Shibo, if you have something to say, speak up."

Zhang Mao almost roared: "What the **** are you doing? You are so brave. If you are seen by others, let's see what kind of uproar it will cause. Jifan, your father is not here, you are so bold, don't you think? You don't care about anything, but the old man insists on discipline and discipline you, tell me quickly, what is the prince hiding in his hand?"

  Fang Jifan panted heavily, feeling that he was about to lose his breath, and hurriedly said: "Shibo, this...you have to ask His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

   Makes sense.

  Zhang Mao let go of Fang Jifan, and forced a smile: "His Royal Highness, this...what is it that you have hidden in your sleeve just now? Can you show it to the old minister."

   "Why did I show you?" Zhu Houzhao said bluntly.

  Zhang Mao: "..."

   This is a bit embarrassing.

  Zhang Mao was silent for a long time, then smiled apologetically, "Your Highness, old minister... old minister..."

   "Okay." Zhu Houzhao said impatiently, "I'll just show you. Anyway, this thing will soon be spread all over the world."

   As he spoke, he took out the statue, Zhang Mao stared straight at his eyes, and raised his forehead again: "Oh, oh, I'm so dizzy."

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help saying: "Fortunately, you are still a famous general, cowardly, what's so dizzy, this is called realism, I came here naked, and in the future, I will go naked. The human body is so beautiful. This is the body." Hair and skin, bestowed by God and parents, what is there not to look at?"

  Zhang Mao: "..."

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said: "Franji, others may not be better than me, but this carving method is quite interesting. I am learning from each other's strengths to make up for my weaknesses. If you don't like it, don't look at it. Show it to Fang Jifan."

  Fang Jifan had a feeling of wanting to die: "Your Highness... How many sculptures have you made?"

   "Only two." Zhu Houzhao said, "One for you and one for me."

   "Where's mine?" Fang Jifan wanted to cry but had no tears. He hates art, and he doesn't want to care about your uncle's classicism, or the emancipation of human nature... He wants to live a good life like a decent person, so as not to be ashamed.

Zhu Houzhao said with a smile: "It has already been carved. This is the mother copy. I sent it to the masons to carve. In the future... I will take it to sell silver outside the customs. The Tatars don't know how to carve. Their carving skills are too disgusting. Ben Gong taught them what a **** should look like.

  Fang Jifan was about to cry: "Then... are you wearing clothes?"

"With clothes on, is that still a god?" Zhu Houzhao said seriously: "I have always believed that many people have wrong ideas. Think about it, gods are people in the sky. There are Xiantai and Qionglou in there. They have long Seeing through the truth of the world, think about it, would a **** who can see the truth at a glance care about clothes? If they wear clothes, it means that they still have human nature, and talents have joy, anger, sorrow and joy, and a heart of honor and disgrace, but the gods are extraordinary Refreshing, what are they wearing clothes for? Jifan, think carefully, if you are a god, would you wear clothes?"

  Fang Jifan nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "Put it on, because I want face."

Zhu Houzhao took his statue away: "Tell you, you don't understand. In short, the statue has been carved by the masons according to the script. Lao Fang, let's go. I think this statue still lacks a sense of detachment." , I’ll go back and think about it, hurry up tomorrow, I’ll show you.”

   As he spoke, he ran away in a hurry.

  Fang Jifan was dumbfounded.

   There was a long silence.

   Zhang Mao on the side grabbed Fang Jifan's lapel angrily again: "Jifan, you brat..."

  Fang Jifan looked helpless: "Shibo, please be reasonable, I am also a victim, Shibo doesn't go to find His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, why does he always look for my nephew, although my nephew is easy to bully, he can't be so unreasonable."

  Zhang Mao felt that it made sense, shook his head, and sighed: "Hey... I am really blind, and now I have karma in my eyes. I am afraid that I will humiliate my ancestors in the next year's festival."

  Fang Jifan was also speechless. He thought about it carefully. Zhu Houzhao couldn’t let Zhu Houzhao go. Otherwise, he would be famous. This is an epoch-making artistic liberation. Fuck it... This work may be included in textbooks in the future...

  Fang Jifan was in a hurry immediately, ran all the way to catch up, and shouted: "His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness...wait for me, I have some artistic issues that I want to discuss."

  …

  Emperor Hongzhi was very satisfied with today's court meeting.

  At least, there were almost no ministers who raised any doubts in person, and everyone more or less followed the trend of what His Majesty had seen and heard.

   This is also impossible.

  His Majesty has begun to act arbitrarily, not only that, Yang Yiqing's New Deal has failed, and he has been demoted as an official. At this time, who would dare to preach easily.

  Emperor Hongzhi was in a good mood. He waited for the ministers to leave before sitting down and ordered Xiao Jing to fetch the cabinet draft.

  He picked up a book at random, but it was a memoir from Bosi, Quanzhou City, saying that there was a man named Frangji who came to pay tribute.

   "It's Frangji again." Emperor Hongzhi frowned, and Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help saying, "Isn't there already an envoy here for this Frangji? Why did you send another person here?"

  Xiao Jing tremblingly said: "Why don't you ask me, slave?"

  Emperor Hongzhi waved his hand, Xiao Jing didn't dare to be negligent, and hurried away.

   After a while, he went back and forth, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I have found out clearly."

  But Emperor Hongzhi threw the memorial aside, and he had long since given up on this mere matter of Frangji.

  …

  Sleep, tomorrow four more.

  (end of this chapter)