Because Zhu Zhanyong is the grandson of the emperor, she has not yet learned the etiquette of meeting the royal family.
But.
Thinking that her father, who loved her so much, was still locked up in prison, and might even be beaten to pieces, with his hands and legs broken, she mustered up the courage to step forward.
"Your Highness...will my father be beheaded?"
If I told her that she would, she would still climb that tree. Zhu Zhanyong thought for a moment: "I don't know Grandpa Huang's decision either."
After all, the specific reason why he even ended up in jail is unknown. The general reason is that he was influenced by his second uncle's advice.
He left without looking back.
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Wenyuan Pavilion.
Zhu Di looked at the countless bookshelves, with yellowed papers recording thousands of years, as if he had seen the rise and fall of the Qin, Han, Tang, Song and Yuan Dynasties. There was always an idea lingering in his mind, to compile a book covering the wisdom of ancient and modern times!
Who can edit it?
He thought of a person, so he ordered the Jin Yiwei to quickly summon the person and stand in the hall, looking at him from a distance.
"I give you a high official and a generous salary, but you don't want it. You spend the whole day eating and chanting in Jiming Temple, and you don't even come to the palace to see me. If I want to see you, I have to go to Jiming Temple. If I don't look for you, you won't come either."
I?"
Standing in the main hall, he has a pair of deep eyes, wearing a black gauze hat and a crimson official robe. But from the back of his head, he looks like an old monk.
Yao Guangxiao held the fluorine and bowed in salute: "I wonder if your Majesty is summoning your ministers?"
Zhu Di sighed softly: "I thought that Xie Jin knew what I was thinking, but he actually wrote a few articles to fool me. The literature was so complete that it was so messed up that I couldn't stand it. I either didn't do it, or I wanted to do it.
Do your best!”
Yao Guangxiao had an unmoved look on his face: "Xie Jin is talented, but I don't understand His Majesty's intentions. I have no complaints. However, this book is so vast, does Your Majesty still have someone to choose?"
"The prince came to ask for advice, but I didn't answer him."
"I think the prince can do it."
Zhu Di didn't believe that the prince could compile it, so Yao Guangxiao spoke up. Since Jingnan, important matters had built up trust over the years, so the supervisor of the Yongle ceremony became Zhu Gaochi.
The decree was sent to the East Palace.
He was disappointed that he was not approved. Now that the appointment was confirmed, Zhu Gaochi had no idea of editing.
Xie Jin edited it twice and used hundreds of scholars and sages to satisfy his father. He felt that even if it were him, he might not be able to satisfy Zhu Di.
"Zhan Yong, my father only wants to save Jie Jin, your grandpa has really been appointed."
Zhu Zhanyong had an idea. In order to impress Zhu Di, he needed to discuss it with Zhu Yuanzhang. After all, he was not familiar with the official position of the imperial court, and he could not figure out the emperor's grandfather Zhu Di.
Zhu Zhanyong wants to take it to the extreme, so it’s not too much to ask for some credit when the time comes, right?
Zhu Zhanyong: "The editing and editing work has been decided, but I don't know much about the general affairs of the court. How many editors can I mobilize?"
Lao Zhu was naturally the most concerned about his grandson's affairs.
1: "After two revisions, Lao Si was still not satisfied, because the court had not yet prepared many talents. The Ministry of Rites was ordered to preside over the examination and inform the world to select talents in astronomy, geography, yin and yang, medical divination, classics and history, etc.
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3: "This matter requires reference from classics, and it is also necessary to order people to collect various classics in preparation for compilation."
The suggestions given by San are very pertinent.
4: "Such a huge project must be carried out without any order. It is necessary to make suggestions to the emperor and appoint chief editors, minor editors and minor editors to perform their respective duties. The work of compilation is extremely tiring and boring, and requires a large sum of money.
, provide them with monthly accommodation and monthly stipends, and make them work hard."
Chatterbox Lu also came up with an idea, but when he reacted, it seemed that he had already been told.
rack your brains.
Finally thought of one.
Lu: "With so many classics, many people must be required to copy them, right? To pass them on to future generations, they must have clear handwriting, so they also need someone with neat writing skills."
Four: "I have briefly learned about farming, crafts, calendars, and economics. If you don't mind it, I can be the editor of this book. It will be considered a small favor for you."
The compilation was an important matter, and even Xie Jin and more than a hundred officials could not do it satisfactorily, so he needed to think more carefully and wisely, and Zhu Zhanyong could no longer think of any mistakes.
These old snake skins that always want to see His Highness having sex are of little use at critical moments.
If you say it, it will be implemented. Even if Zhu Di doesn't like Zhu Gaoxu, he can only applaud him.
Zhu Zhanyong regained his composure and looked at Zhu Gaochi, who seemed to be sitting on a thorny head with a frown on his face, and asked, "Father, have you thought of a way?"
At this moment, Zhu Gaochi was still frowning: "This matter..."
"My father ordered the Ministry of Rites to preside over the exams for the name recognition, astronomy, geography, yin and yang, medical divination, gather talents from all over the world, recruit copywriters with neat writing skills, collect all kinds of classics from all over the world, appoint chief editors, middle editors, minor editors... and so on
Many people have compiled it, and they still need to beg for rice and shelter from the court, and provide food and wine..."
Zhu Gaochi was stunned. Just now he was still thinking about where to start such a huge project.
Zhu Gaochi couldn't help but nodded, as if everything was in order: "Father, go to the Ministry of Rites and ask them to preside over the Hu name examination."
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Fengtian Temple.
"Has the prince taken action?"
Zhu Di was worried that the prince would not be able to complete the matter, so he handed the matter over to him out of trust in the monk. He still does not know why.
I heard the eunuch say that the prince went to the Ministry of Rites today and ordered the Ministry of Rites to preside over various examinations. Now the notice has been posted in the imperial city.
Zhu Di squinted his eyes and keenly noticed the important information in this sentence, exam?
Zhu Di was shocked. He immediately understood what his son wanted to do. To be honest, he had no specific idea about how to compile a book like this.
That gave Yao Guangxiao a headache.
This is to collect the wisdom of the world and compile a book.
However, after mobilizing such huge manpower and material resources, I want to see if the reconstruction can satisfy me.
Soon, Zhu Di received a memorial from Liu Ke Yanguan impeaching the crown prince.
Zhu Gaochi made too much noise.
All of a sudden, all the officials in the capital were alarmed, and some officials complained one after another. Chen Yan spent so much time and money just to compile a book. It was not worth it. It was not worth it.
pity.
They didn't understand Zhu Di's determination, so they all were beaten back.
Chang'an left gate of the Imperial Palace.
In Huangsun's small courtyard, the door of the study room opens to the south. At this moment, there is a manuscript with still wet ink on the desk.
Zhu Zhanyong is complaining.
"Although I can extract four heavenly creations, I still have to do the copying myself. I'm afraid there are thousands of volumes. The range of movement of the calligraphy brush is too large, and it is really tiring to write..."
Zhu Zhanyong just wrote one article.
I felt that my wrist was stiff, as if it was about to be dislocated, and I still had to hold my sleeve with my left hand. It was tiring. Thinking about Shi Naian who wrote a long masterpiece, it was really amazing.
Zhu Zhanyong couldn't help but think of time-travelers writing novels. It would take two days to write a million-word masterpiece before giving up on the idea of manually coding.
Lao Zhu had the intention of training his grandson, after all, this will be the case in future readings.
Although Zhu Zhanyong is still only the grandson of the emperor, Lao Zhu has already helped him plan for the future.
I saw Zhu Zhanyong flicking his wrist constantly.
I can’t help but feel distressed.
1: "Tired?"
Zhu Zhanyong: "Naturally."
One: "Have a rest."
After Lao Zhu said this, his breath disappeared, indicating that he was offline.
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