Author: Potato Sweet Potato Pie

A few days ago, Zhu Youtang thought that his prince had finally enlightened and learned to read rationally, and even read history books.

I can't help but feel relieved and happy at the same time.

As a result, when he asked, Zhu Houzhao came up with something about the Five Wonders of the Central Plains. Emperor Hongzhi was confused and asked more questions. Zhu Houzhao was not vague at all, and told the truth hesitantly.

Only then did Zhu Youtang realize that the history books this kid read were obviously nonsense.

This really made him so angry that he felt it was a waste of emotion. He made the prince kneel in the Nuan Pavilion for a long time as a punishment, and also punished the eunuch who accompanied the prince out of the palace.

After that day, Zhu Youtang fell into a busy schedule. There was the Tatar invasion and the earthquake in Chenzhou. He was so busy that he had no time to ask about his precious son.

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Now that I had a moment of free time, I thought of asking, but I didn't expect that my flute companion would hesitate again.

Seeing this hesitation, Zhu Youtang's heart suddenly thumped, and then his face darkened.

Obviously, my prince has not been a good boy these days, but has caused a lot of troubles.

"Xiao Banban, how is the prince doing lately?" After a moment of silence, Zhu Youtang asked again in a calm tone.

Xiao Jing's face turned bitter again. None of the eunuchs serving in the palace were eating next to their masters. There were many masters in the palace, the eldest was the emperor, and the second eldest was the prince.

Because the prince will be the emperor in the future, which is a very simple truth.

Therefore, he would never gossip about the prince to the emperor on weekdays. If the emperor didn't ask, he wouldn't even mention it. Sometimes he would even cover for the prince.

"Your Majesty, I heard that the Prince went to pay his respects to the Empress Dowager early this morning. He is now much more sensible than before."

Hearing this, Zhu Youtang's expression softened a little, "Filial piety comes first, this is a great rule."

He said this slowly, but it didn't seem like he was praising, but like he was comforting himself. Then he asked: "Besides, what else has the prince done recently?"

"This" Xiao Jing hesitated for a while. Seeing the impatience on the emperor's face, he sighed inwardly and said helplessly with sullen eyebrows: "I heard that His Highness the Crown Prince has been out of the palace for two days in a row. He seems to have recognized him outside the palace."

A master."

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Zhu Youtang was already angry, but when he heard the second half, he couldn't help being stunned.

master?

After a brief absence, Zhu Youtang's anger quickly surged up again. For the prince's education, he went to the East Palace to select countless Hanlins. None of these Hanlins were well-read in poetry and had great talents, so why bother to run away?

What kind of master should I go to outside the palace to worship?

It can be seen from this that the prince's appointment to this master was definitely not for the purpose of studying.

After suppressing the anger in his heart, Zhu Youtang gritted his teeth and asked, "Has he left the palace today?"

"Out, His Highness paid his respects to the Empress Dowager and then left the palace. However, at this hour, I think the Crown Prince has already returned to the palace."

After saying this, Xiao Jing closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, waiting for the emperor's brilliant power.

But unexpectedly, Zhu Youtang did not get angry, and even his face calmed down strangely. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked: "How do ordinary people raise their children in their homes?"

Xiao Jing seemed to have guessed something, and his heart trembled, and Qiqi Ai Ai replied: "Reporting to the emperor, ordinary people teach their children in different ways, but basically they all focus on preaching."

"Has there ever been a saying among the people that a filial son emerges from under a stick?"

".Yes, yes."

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After hearing this, Zhu Youtang fell silent, half-closing his eyes as if thinking about something. After a while, he suddenly stood up and walked out of the palace. The eunuchs did not dare to neglect when they saw this, and immediately followed.

When they reached the outside of Qianqing Palace, Emperor Hongzhi suddenly turned around and ordered: "Go and find me a stick, something thicker."

After that, he ignored everyone and walked towards the East Palace.

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In the East Palace, Zhu Houzhao held the pen with a sad look on his face, with tears in his eyes. The pen felt like a heavy weight in his hand, and the hand holding the pen was shaking slightly.

After carrying the bucket for most of the day, his arms were sore and numb. He wanted to wait for a good rest after returning to the palace, and then come back to learn magic skills the next day after he had recovered, but before leaving, he was given some troublesome tricks. homework.

This assignment is quite simple. Copy the Analects you studied today ten times, which is called reviewing the past. Copying the one you will study tomorrow ten times, this is called learning the new.

Add it all up to twenty times. Bring it with you when you come tomorrow.

After getting such a homework assignment, Zhu Houzhao kept scolding his mother on the way back to the palace, but scolding would come only if he didn't write it down.

"Bring your homework with you when you come tomorrow. If you haven't written it or haven't finished it, then you won't be able to use it. Remember, you won't use it in the future."

These were Xia Yuan's original words at that time. Not only this, but also a supplementary sentence, "Don't think about letting others copy it, I know your handwriting."

To be honest, when faced with such a homework assignment, for a moment, Zhu Houzhao really wanted to give up learning martial arts, but as soon as the idea came up, he felt very unwilling, especially unwilling.

After struggling for a long time, he slapped the table and said, Damn it, I copied it!

But as soon as he held the brush in his hand and copied a few characters crookedly, he felt like crying.

Pain, soreness, hemorrhoids, and tiredness. Many of these sensations travel down the arm to the wrist, and finally to the fingers.

"I won't copy anymore, I won't copy anything, just do whatever you want!" As he said that, Zhu Houzhao angrily slapped the pen on the table, then lay down on his back and started to smash it.

Seeing His Highness's appearance, the eunuchs in the palace looked at each other in confusion. After a while, Gu Da leaned over and said: "Your Highness, I have a good way for you to save Your Highness from copying books. I will return tomorrow." Can you turn in this homework?"

"No need to copy? Are you serious? What can I do?"

"It's not that you don't need to copy, it's that you don't need to copy how." Faced with the prince's three consecutive questions, Gu Dayong first corrected him, and then told him what he called a good method.

"This method is for the slaves to help His Highness copy it."

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Zhu Houzhao felt that if his hands weren't sore and his arms weren't hurting right now, he would definitely hit him with a big cock.

"Go to hell! What a good idea this is. Didn't you listen to Master? He knows my handwriting."

"So what I'm saying is that you don't need to copy, not that you don't need to copy. What I'm thinking is that your Highness, you'll have to copy it once, and then find someone to imitate your handwriting and copy the rest. I don't think Master Xia can figure it out. ."

Zhu Houzhao thought for a while and asked with some suspicion: "Can't you really tell?"

Faced with this good opportunity to show off in front of his master, Gu Dayong did not dare to hesitate and immediately patted his chest to confirm, "Don't worry, Your Highness, you will never notice it!"

"Okay! I just happened to write a few words, so you can copy them according to those handwritings. When you finish copying, I will be your first credit."

"Your Highness, I'm afraid that a few words won't work. I think Your Highness should copy the two assignments together first, so that it will be safer for the slaves to copy them."

Zhu Houzhao thought about it and it seemed that this was the truth. Although he really didn't want to copy the book, twenty times became two times, which was reduced by ten times.

This huge sense of gap instantly dissipated a lot of resistance in my heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he sat up. He looked very handsome when he took the pen and smashed it, but now he looked very embarrassed when he picked up the pen again.

Holding the brush in his hand, Zhu Houzhao gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, I will copy it first, and then you will copy it again!"

"Hey, Your Highness is troubled." Gu Dayong smiled and nodded repeatedly. He had already thought about it. When the time came, he would send it to Eunuch Liu and ask him to copy it several times according to the handwriting.

Anyway, I lay on the bed moaning and groaning all day and had nothing to do, so I just happened to be helping His Highness copy books.

The hall fell silent, except for the sound of Zhu Houzhao grinning from time to time and the rustle of crooked handwriting falling on the paper.

"Emperor"

I don’t know how much time passed, and someone outside the palace shouted the word “Emperor”, then stopped, and then there was an endless sound of thumping.

Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but turn his head to look, and then froze. He saw his father coming in from outside the palace, with a gloomy face and a stick in his hand.

The stick was as thick as a rolling pin, and combined with the ugly expression on my father's face, and thinking about it with his buttocks, I knew that this stick was definitely not used for rolling out dough, and was probably used for beating people.

As for who to hit, Zhu Houzhao was quite self-aware, so he probably hit himself.

His guess was quite right. Zhu Youtang really hit him with the stick. He had always been doting on this prince, and he didn't even say harsh words, let alone beating him.

But today Zhu Youtang really couldn't bear it anymore. When he thought that he was only over thirty years old, but his hair was already gray on his temples, he didn't dare to slack off at all on weekdays. He was so tired that he almost wanted to vomit blood, and this every time

Who are you working so hard for?

It's not just for the sake of this prince, I think if I work harder now, the prince can inherit a peaceful country in the future.

But all this fatherly love is just feeding the dog.

This traitor is jumping up and down every day and never allows himself to feel comfortable.

When he thought of these, Zhu Youtang felt endless compassion in his heart, not for others, but for himself.

Being spoiled is like killing a child. I will never be soft-hearted. I will never be soft-hearted.

On the way here, Zhu Youtang was doing some mental construction for himself, reminding himself that he must never be soft-hearted. He finally calmed down, but when he entered the East Palace and saw the scene in front of him, he was stagnant.

What is my prince doing?
Chapter completed!