As Lao Zhu pondered, he looked at Zhu Su on the side, hoping that he could come up with practical solutions for future generations. Zhu Su also saw the hint in Lao Zhu's eyes. He coughed lightly, lowered his head and pretended to drink tea, and gave it to Lao Zhu.
Zhu Lai turned a blind eye.
"Lao Wu!" Lao Zhu couldn't help but said directly. "Later generations will have a solution, right?"
"Uh. Ahem." Zhu Su almost choked on the tea. He put down the tea cup in his hand and smiled at Lao Zhu: "Dad, yes, yes..."
"Then why don't you tell me quickly!" Lao Zhu said with a stern look on his face. "Do you still want me, the father, to beg you?"
"Uh, Dad. I've told you enough."
"Logically speaking, you should also express your gratitude." Zhu Su conditionally asked.
I have provided so much information to Lao Zhu for nothing, and now I have proven my identity as a time traveler. Why should I answer Lao Zhu’s questions?
Where's your sincerity? Did you agree that I don't have to go to the main hall?
Seeing that his fifth son dared to rebel, Lao Zhu's face darkened. "Why, you still want to seek benefits from us?"
"Should we reward you, Prince Wu, with ten thousand taels of gold to reward you for your unparalleled achievements?"
"Hey, ten thousand taels of gold is not bad..." Zhu Su scratched his head. "But Dad, did you promise that I don't have to go to the main hall?"
"If you don't want to be a feudal lord, you can go to Fengyang High Wall!" Zhu Su insisted. He didn't want to stay in that damn place of the main hall for a moment. "Dad, don't look at me for being young, my mind is full of things.
With a lot of knowledge learned in the previous life!"
"You insist on letting me learn that old trick in the main hall... I might as well die again and travel through time again!"
Old Zhu looked at Zhu Biao with unkind eyes again. It seemed that he had the intention of treating Zhu Biao as Zhu Houcong and giving him a kind education.
Zhu Biao had already begun to retreat silently.
"How can we ask you to bargain with us about national affairs?"
"Fifth brother! What nonsense are you talking about!" Zhu Biao scolded.
"You little brat, me!" Lao Zhu raised his hand, and Zhu Biao quickly protected Zhu Su behind him. Lao Zhu's heart softened and he put down his hand bitterly.
Just listen to Zhu Su continue: "You are thinking too much. Whatever should be left aside will be left aside. Not only for the cabinet, but also for the Supervisor of Ceremonies!"
How could it be possible to let him leave the palace and build a mansion? Staying in the palace to study is undoubtedly the best kind of protection.
Lao Zhu took a breath for a while and finally regained his composure. Then he said to Zhu Su: "Lao Wu, according to this theory, isn't this the Supervisor of Ceremonies? At least the power has not been transferred to the cabinet."
"You little brat, you just want to become a feudal lord?"
The air was silent for a while, and suddenly the angry roar of Emperor Hongwu erupted in the Qianqing Palace:
"What? You haven't been in court for more than 20 years??"
"Te mother's group of filial sons and grandsons! Boss, why are you retreating so far away? Come on, come closer, we promise not to beat you to death!"
"Otherwise, use another team to restrict the cabinet..."
His identity as a time traveler is a great help to the Ming Dynasty. He must keep it firmly in his own hands and not let others know about it.
"You still make elixirs and practice Taoism? Damn it, if you like practicing Taoism, go and become a Taoist priest! What's the matter with staying in the palace?"
Zhu Su was talking to himself, but he didn't notice that Lao Zhu's attention had shifted from the so-called Chief of Ceremonies to another key word.
"Don't tell me!" Zhu Su was willing to go all out. If he doesn't succeed, he will be benevolent. If he gives up again this time, the hard life of Dabentang will be endless. "If you don't agree, you will beat my ass to pieces. I will
Don’t tell me either!”
"Uh." Zhu Su paused and smiled apologetically at Zhu Biao. Zhu Biao suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"It's just that Jiajing didn't live up to expectations."
"Later, there was a man named Tianqi who liked to hide in the palace and work as a carpenter. He handed over all important affairs of the court to the eunuch Wei Zhongxian."
"Yes, yes." Zhu Biao wiped his sweat and ran forward to help Lao Zhu pat his back to calm him down. At this point, he could only sell the custody rights of his future son.
"But that's all he can do. His reign was called Jiajing. At that time, some children sang a folk song: Jiajing, Jiajing, every family is clean. His power was not lost, but the country was in a mess."
Lao Zhu's face darkened and he slammed the table. "Grandma, first a Taoist priest appeared, and then a carpenter!"
"It's quite satisfying to exercise power, right? Just exercising power is of no use. What's the point of ruining the whole family?"
"The emperor called him long live, and the old Wei called him 'nine thousand years old'. That's great."
So Lao Zhu still shook his head and refused, pointing his finger at Zhu Su and threatening: "Will you tell me?"
"We can see that you are too soft-tempered, so you are not the material to teach your son!"
"A great grandson of your descendants is very good at this. He hid in the harem for more than 20 years without going to court. He lived an extremely happy life while refining alchemy and cultivating Taoism. With the help of this ceremonial supervisor, he was able to control the cabinet and the government.
The courtiers are having fun!"
"Dad, calm down, dad..." Zhu Biao almost knelt down to Lao Zhu again. Why did this blame fall on me again? He glanced at Zhu Laowu with a resentful look. He did it a few times again, feeling that he was loved by his biological father.
All will disappear...
"Don't even think about it!" Lao Zhu said with a straight face. "How old are you? If you don't study in the palace, what do you want to do?"
"Tell me, what kind of things are you giving birth to!" Lao Zhu pointed at Zhu Biao with disgust. "If you have a son in the future, you must bring him to the palace! Your mother and I will teach him personally!"
Lao Zhu was a little moved. Judging from the test he just took in the main hall, Lao Wu had indeed learned a lot. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to say something that could convince the little prodigy. It's just...
"Humph, if you don't say it, don't say it. We don't believe it yet. We can't think of a perfect solution!"
"Huh huh." Zhu Su said deliberately: "Isn't this a good idea? In a few generations, your descendants will do this. Move out the eunuchs from the inner court and create a 'supervisor of rituals'
Counter-Cabinet.”
As he spoke, he angrily walked around the hall with his hands behind his back. As he walked around, he said to himself: "Actually, the cabinet method is quite good. At least, it is more effective than leaving the prime minister system."
"Uh..." Zhu Su bowed his hand to his eldest brother apologetically... Accidental injury, purely accidental injury.
Zhu Biao's face turned pale. He glanced at his unscrupulous brother who was watching the fun from behind, and quickly knelt down to his father again in an upright manner. "Dad, please don't."
"I promised that my son will be educated by you in the future. If you teach me personally, your descendants will definitely not have unworthy descendants!"
Zhu Su was snickering from behind. Hey, it’s quite funny to see the usually graceful elder brother kneeling down and giving in.
But don’t overdo it. And the elder brother shouldn’t be the one to take the blame. So Zhu Su also advised: “Dad, don’t be angry. Now that you know about this in advance, you can take precautions before it happens, right?
"
"I promise that as long as the eldest brother inherits the throne, a filial son and grandson like Jiajing Tianqi will never appear again!"