The father and son came to a secluded place. Zhu Su quickly walked a few steps and came to Lao Zhu: "Father, what happened in the court again?"
"Chaotang..." Lao Zhu's voice faltered, and he was almost led astray by this guy. "What court! Let's talk about your business first!"
"The main hall is the palace's academy! Is it for you to sleep?"
"I...amn it not for you, my father?" Zhu Su activated his rake skill. "In the past few days, haven't I been busy writing down some things that may be useful?"
"Mr. Song talks about it every day, and everyone is almost turning into nerds when they hear it."
"Before I become stupid, I must copy down everything I can still remember that is related to the future destiny of our country in the Ming Dynasty?"
"If we forget, it will be a huge loss to my Ming Dynasty!"
Zhu Laowu shamelessly exaggerated his own value.
"Oh?" Lao Zhu became interested as expected. "Have you been copying these these past few days?"
"That's not the case!" Zhu Su quickly took advantage of the situation and went online. "Father, my son has worked hard!"
"Father, is it time to fulfill the promise you made to me earlier?"
"There's no need to come to the main hall!" Zhu Su said.
"When did we say that?" Lao Zhu's eyes widened, and the anger just now returned.
Master, I’m going to do some small scientific questions and experiments. Are you afraid that I can’t bring down that indigenous boy from the Ming Dynasty?
Anyone who travels through time can easily establish a sect!
"Do you want to be ignorant and ignorant?"
When I came out, I did see a young man kneeling behind Old Man Song.
"We only have a waiter named Xiang Deng next to us, and that old man is illiterate... I have to stay up all night to work, and my eyes are going blind!"
"We forgot to mention you! You actually slept during school!"
"The morning classes here at Dabentang are very early, and the classes are very late. It's already dark by the time we get to the courtyard."
To deal with a young man is to kill a chicken with a butcher's knife!
"Didn't you promise me? As long as I prove that I am a time traveler, you will allow me not to come to the main hall..."
"To put it bluntly, this is knowledge taught to ministers! It is used to imprison people's thoughts!"
Is there anyone more divine than me?
In this life, I am only over ten years old.
When you go to court, don't you just want to ask Lao Wu?
"Don't worry, father." Zhu Su interrupted Lao Zhu's expectation.
"Fifth brother, Mr. Song's disciple is a famous child prodigy in Beijing..." Zhu Biao couldn't help but remind him.
"Fifth brother!" Zhu Biao was really unhappy. His teacher was a great scholar of Neo-Confucianism, and these few words from Lao Wu almost completely removed the fig leaf of Neo-Confucianism.
"What's the matter?" Lao Zhu frowned. He didn't expect that Zhu Su would dare to negotiate terms with him. "What's the matter?"
Lao Zhu was inexplicably surprised. He looked at Zhu Biao, thinking that Queen Ma had also said that Lao Wu had told her that Master Song's knowledge was too pedantic and was not suitable to be taught to Biao'er.
"Oh! It's really a little red..." Lao Zhu was indeed a little distressed. Zhu Biao behind him twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.
"Is it suitable for people in the Zhu family to listen to?"
"What's more, what nonsense is all his knowledge? He only teaches people in a roundabout way. I received the compulsory education of later generations, and I am naturally different from old masters like them!"
"Oh. Him." It seems that I heard that Master Song would bring a disciple who was about the same age as them, saying that he would let them see the children studying outside.
Naturally, he couldn't bear to hear Zhu Su slandering his husband like this.
"Am I still ignorant?" Zhu Su called out to Tianqu. "Father, in my previous life, I went to school for nearly twenty years!"
When I think about it, my thoughts can't help but wander: In the late Ming Dynasty, corrupt officials and corrupt officials were everywhere. Could it be that Biao'er had such a good start because he believed in those literati who talked about benevolence, justice and morality?
Lao Zhu's face suddenly turned dark!
"What we are talking about now is that you don't study well in class!"
"He is Mr. Song's disciple." Zhu Biao was kind-hearted after all. He was afraid that his father would lose his temper again, so he hurriedly gave some advice. "The one I brought here today."
"Whether you need it or not depends on your performance!" Lao Zhu snorted coldly. "Anyway, if you can't cook."
As he spoke, he opened his eyes to show Lao Zhu.
"Pretty boy?" It was Zhu Su's turn to be confused. He had just been catching up on his sleep, so he didn't know what a pretty boy was. "Who is it?"
"When I come to the main hall every day, how can I have time to recall the important events in my previous life? After a while, I'm afraid I will forget them all!"
"We don't care. When we go back later, you have to take care of that pretty boy for us!"
Zhu Su ignored him. Now was the critical moment for him to face a peaceful life in the future. He looked at the angry old Zhu with expectant eyes, and said earnestly: "Dad! The knowledge of Neo-Confucianism should not be used to teach
To the prince!"
"Don't mention not studying!"
"How can you possibly listen to it?"
Could it be that love... will disappear?
"Don't interrupt first!" Although he was concerned about Zhu Biao's affairs, how could Lao Zhu fail to see Zhu Laowu's plan, which was to attack in the east and divert trouble to the east!
"Fifth brother! Don't talk nonsense!" But Zhu Biao was not happy. Song Lian was also his teacher. He always respected his teachers and considered himself a disciple of Confucianism.
"As long as I beat him, Father, you will allow me not to come to the main hall, right?" Zhu Su was gearing up. Isn't it just to earn face for his father?
"What's wrong with the child prodigy?" Zhu Su was confident. "I am a time traveler who specializes in defeating child prodigies!"
"Look at what Zhu Xi said. What about 'preserving heaven's principles and destroying human desires' and 'the king is the guide for his ministers'."
"Dad...Dad?" Zhu Biao looked confused when his father suddenly glared at him. What's wrong with me? I just said a few words...
"Otherwise, our old face will be completely disgraced by you brothers!"
Is this, Lao Wu, reminding himself in a subtle way?
Could it be that after Biao'er ascended the throne, he did some foolish things because he was too ignorant?
Did you stay up all night to get red? You obviously just woke up and got red!
"Then what? Where are the things you copied?" Lao Zhu asked expectantly. He was at a loss for several days, but he needed some effective and immediate methods.
"Besides, this thing can't teach any true Confucianism, it's just a piece of Taoist pie hanging high. Master Zhu himself, the bad thing about picking off ashes has been passed down for hundreds of years!"
"Look, look, it's still red!"
…
"May I ask Your Highness, what is the explanation for 'what the rich and noble people want'?" Song Lian asked.
The place was the study room of the main hall. Lao Zhu sat upright with a dark face. Song Lian sat on the side seat. A group of princes below looked at Lao Zhu like a cat after seeing a mouse. They were all trembling with fear.
When Master Song asked this question, Zhu Fan, who was sitting in front of Zhu Su, couldn't help but let out an "Ah" sound.