With Zhu Houzhao around to make trouble, Brother Wen's learning efficiency has greatly improved.

There was nothing he could do about it. He had always had a good reputation since he was a child, and he couldn't embarrass himself in front of students for too long. Moreover, he was not bad at bow and arrow. After mastering the use of firearms, it was easy to aim. After a while, he missed the target and became history.

, the hit rate is getting higher every time!

When Zhu Houzhao saw that Brother Wen's last shot actually hit the target, he felt a little excited. He went up and picked up the empty firearm and touched it around. If he didn't have a little bit of self-control, he would have just filled it with ammunition.

Get up!

"I will definitely learn faster than you when I am alone!"

Zhu Houzhao made great aspirations.

Brother Wen said with a smile, "We'll talk about it later," and actually quietly started to rub his wrist, which was aching from the shock. The training he just did all at once was a bit more than he could bear, and I'm afraid he won't be able to write properly for several days after he goes back.

It was impossible for Brother Wen to tell Zhu Houzhao about such a shameful thing. He only asked people from Nanjing Tai Hospital for some medicine in private. Fortunately, there was also an imperial doctor he knew well in Nanjing Tai Hospital who came to take care of him and knew that he was practicing firearms.

When he injured his hand during practice, he was prescribed a topical plaster, saying that it would take effect if he rubbed his hand until it felt warm.

Although Brother Wen often dealt with the Imperial Hospital, he rarely sought medical advice. After hearing this usage, he felt strange and performed a hand rub on the spot for the old imperial doctor who prescribed medicine for him. But the old imperial doctor couldn't see it.

He was used to rubbing the plaster all over, so he called an apprentice to come over and help him rub the plaster away.

After finishing today's dose of medicine, Brother Wen returned to his residence with the imperial doctor's advice to "write less these days." He was quite worried about the many materials he had to write. He turned around and asked the young chamberlain standing next to him:

"Gao Zhong, I remember that you read well?"

Gao Zhong was only ten years old and the eldest in his family. He was sent to the palace to purify himself in his early tenth year. He studied in the inner study for two years and performed well and looked upright, so he was quickly selected as a servant in the East Palace.

He has always been diligent in his work, so Zhu Houzhao asked Gu Dayong to select someone to serve Brother Wen, and Gu Dayong arranged for him to come over.

After listening to Brother Wen's question, Gao Zhong replied respectfully: "It's not that good, I just know a few words."

Brother Wen asked him to help him write for a few days.

Gao Zhong had been following Brother Wen, knowing that his hands would have to be taken care of in the past few days. He nodded seriously and took over the job. He also strictly recorded the imperial doctor's orders and took out the plaster every time he arrived.

Brother Wen rubbed his hands and didn't slack off at all because following Brother Wen was a temporary job.

The next day, Zhu Houzhao found that the handwriting of the document Brother Wen showed him was not correct, and he wondered: "This word was not written by you!"

Brother Wen said: "It doesn't matter who wrote it, I just asked someone to help me write it."

Zhu Houzhao still felt very strange: "You didn't like sending people before, but now you have changed!"

Brother Wen said calmly: "No problem, Jin Sheng used to write for me a lot." He was just not used to having people around him to serve him. He would still ask people around him to help him with normal errands. He couldn't do everything himself.

Tiring yourself out? What's more, if he really doesn't let them do anything, they won't feel at ease with the monthly money.

Zhu Houzhao thought about it and thought it was right. He turned around and looked at Gao Zhong who was standing behind Brother Wen: "Did you write this?"

Gao Zhong bowed and replied: "Your Highness, it was written by the younger one."

Zhu Houzhao complimented casually: "The handwriting is not bad."

Zhu Houzhao didn't take this matter to heart, and it was the face-saving brother Wen who got away with it.

After Yang Tinghe, who was busy with the bidding meeting, called Brother Wen to work, he realized that Brother Wen had injured his hand while playing with a firearm.

The main reason was that there was nothing to show off in front of his second husband. Brother Wen directly stated that he was injured and could not work, and asked Yang Tinghe Duoduo to enslave his own son Yang Shen.

Yang Tinghe said helplessly: "What kind of firearms do you, a Hanlin scholar, play with?"

Let’s just play, and you’re so busy playing that you don’t even notice that you’ve hurt your hand.

"Civil officials also have to learn how to use firearms. You see, Wang Shangshu is about to become an official and he is arranged by the court to go to Guizhou to fight against thieves. How can he deal with it without any skills!" In order to prevent Yang Tinghe from complaining to the capital, Brother Wen also actively

He showed Yang Tinghe his gloriously injured hand and said, "Look! The injury is not too serious. It only takes a few days to heal. You can let Brother Shen do the work for a few days. I will help you as soon as I can heal my hand."

The Wang Shangshu he was talking about was naturally Wang Shi, the Shangshu of the Ministry of Household Affairs in Nanjing, who had just gone to the capital to offer prisoners last year.

Who said civil servants don’t have to go to the front line?

Yang Tinghe said: "That's because Wang Shangshu already has experience as an admiral."

Brother Wen said: "Maybe I will have experience on the admiral's side in the future!"

Everyone’s surname is Wang, so why can Wang Shi be the admiral, but Wang Xiaowen can’t be the admiral?

Yang Tinghe thought that Brother Wen had been in the heart of the emperor at a young age and was already an appointed assistant minister of the East Palace. No matter how he looked at it, he would never have the chance to become an admiral. He said with a smile: "Most of the admirals Cao Jiang are appointed by the imperial censor.

As for the appointment, just wait and see when the Procuratorate is willing to let you become the censor."

Brother Wen: “…………”

Mr. Er is really a ruthless person and doesn't say much. When he does say something, he goes straight to the core of people's hearts.

Seeing that Brother Wen suddenly became weak, Yang Tinghe sighed: "It may not be a good thing to have such an opportunity."

He told Brother Wen about the "Miru Rebellion" a few years ago. Miru was a beautiful woman who married a Guizhou chieftain as a concubine. After she had a conflict with her husband, she found a new love.

A fierce internal fight among the chieftains.

Miru was a woman with great ideas. She collaborated with her sympathizer to kill her husband and stepson, and annexed the other party's power. Seeing that her village had strong soldiers and horses, and extraordinary bravery, she rebelled against the imperial court without stopping!

Therefore, this woman, who was recorded as a "thief woman" in history books, deceived the Chief Secretary of Guizhou Province into surrendering, and forcibly killed the Chief Secretary of Guizhou Province and several other commanders. During this period, countless soldiers and civilians were killed.

Is it a good thing to have such an opportunity?

Moreover, the many turmoils over the years were not caused by foreign enemies, but by local people who turned to thieves and rebelled against the government. If you were really asked to deal with it, would you really be ruthless enough to suppress it? No matter how powerful the firearms in your hands are, you will not be able to handle them when the trouble comes.

Can you really open fire on those "rebels" with yellow faces and skinny muscles?

Therefore, not everyone is capable of begging for a thief. It is even more difficult for someone like Wen Geer, who wants to make friends with everyone, to face such a difficult choice.

After listening to Yang Tinghe's analysis, Brother Wen no longer envied Wang Shi.

Yes, no matter when, it is best not to fight. Whether it is internal fighting or foreign enemies, it is of course the best to solve the problem peacefully. Unfortunately, if it really encounters a situation like Miru, the court estimates that it will

We can only fight to the end.

After all, even the chief envoy was killed!

Brother Wen said seriously: "I'm not looking forward to causing turmoil, I just want to go out and experience things."

Yang Tinghe said: "Your Majesty and your eldest husband have been very tolerant to you. How can others go to so many places when they are as old as you?"

The others are all honest servants of the capital, that is to say, Brother Wen, on the one hand, has been interacting with people like Li Dongyang and others who can directly listen to the sky since he was a child, and on the other hand, he can be regarded as a child that the entire capital has watched grow up.

Now I can run around quite freely.

After Brother Wen listened to Yang Tinghe's teachings conscientiously, Ma Liu promised that he would not hurt himself due to temporary practice next time.

Yang Tinghe was not a strict teacher in the true sense. Seeing that Brother Wen had listened to what he said, he stopped blaming him and only asked Yang Shen to help with more work these days.

After Brother Wen left, Yang Tinghe was no longer busy with business. Instead, he picked up the "Ancient and Modern Folk Ballads" compiled by Yang Shen and looked through it. He had already taken the time to read part of it, and he was impressed that Yang Shen could sort out so many folk tales.

rare.

At this time, Yang Shen was only in his teens and had not yet touched many affairs of the court. The folk ballads selected were not only allegorical about current affairs, but also covered many worldly human affairs. Many of the ballads were very interesting to read.

Yang Tinghe suggested to Yang Shen: "You can also subdivide the categories so that it will be more convenient to separate the papers in the future."

For example, most of the songs recorded in the "Book of Songs" were ballads that were popular in the world at that time. Confucius and others were very organized when they organized these ballads into the "Hundred Poems" that was the most widely circulated in later generations. They divided it into genres strictly according to the divided categories.

, Ya and Ode parts, if you want to find poems that sing folk love stories, you will never look for them in the Ya and Ode parts.

Yang Shen naturally listened to the advice given by his own father and nodded repeatedly to show that he had taken note of it.

Because he knew his son's level, Yang Tinghe didn't think that he was not doing his job properly by sorting out these rumors. But thinking that Brother Wen always wanted to drag Yang Shen to work together, Yang Tinghe also asked: "When are you going to take the exam?"

Yang Shen said: "It's still early, it's still early, don't be in a hurry. You see, Brother Dou and the others didn't take the exam!" He sat opposite his father and started chatting seriously, "There's nothing good about going to high school too early. Brother Wen took the exam so early.

I am the top scholar and am busy every day. It’s not that I’m afraid of being busy or tired, but my temperament is not as mellow as Brother Wen’s. I will inevitably offend people after becoming an official, so I might as well be more comfortable for a few more years.”

Yang Shen never denied that he was a bit arrogant. He was very convinced of Brother Wen and recognized this senior brother from the bottom of his heart. That was because he admired Brother Wen from his talent, knowledge to his conduct. If it were other people, he would never be the same.

Why do you see it in your eyes?

He simply doesn't have the idea of ​​expecting good things from everyone like Brother Wen.

He thinks that his own happiness is the most important, and he doesn't care about other people's happiness or not!

Yang Tinghe also knew how proud his son was, so he didn't say anything more.

On the other side, Brother Wen strolled back to his residence and was reminded by Gao Zhong that it was time to rub the medicine. Because the imperial doctor ordered him not to rub it by himself, Brother Wen could only regretfully leave this job to Gao Zhong.

Come and do it.

Gao Zhong was strictly following the doctor's instructions and helping Brother Wen rub the affected area until it became hot, when Zhu Houzhao suddenly came over.

Zhu Houzhao heard that Brother Wen had finished his work, so he came to see Brother Wen to discuss the problems he encountered in class in the morning.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked in, I saw Gao Zhong rubbing Brother Wen's mouth.

Zhu Houzhao:?????

Zhu Houzhao opened his eyes wide and couldn't quite understand the scene in front of him. He ran over and asked in confusion: "What are you doing?"

If Zhu Houzhao hadn't asked, Gao Zhong wouldn't have said anything. But now that Zhu Houzhao asked, Gao Zhong couldn't deceive him anymore, so he could only tell the truth about Brother Wen's private visit to the imperial doctor.

When he learned that the imperial doctor said it was nothing serious and that he would recover after just a few days of good care, Zhu Houzhao immediately laughed at Brother Wen rudely: "I thought you were so capable, but you just practiced for a while.

You hurt yourself!"

Brother Wen: “…………”

hateful!

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Chapter completed!