As soon as Lu Song brought Zhu Hao back to the west gate of the palace, he asked, "Did you really buy the troupe with your own money? How much money did it cost?"
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "The dozens of taels of silver were all earned from running a bookstore before. I didn't use my family's money."
Lu Song obviously didn't believe it.
But his suspicion was much less than before, because he saw Zhu Hao's shrewdness when negotiating business with others. It would not be inconsistent if Zhu Hao was replaced by a philistine adult.
"The time has been agreed upon, so I'll trouble Lu Dianzhan to tell the people in the palace and make arrangements for the performance that day." Zhu Hao said with a smile, "If Lu Dianzhan is worried that there are spies in the troupe who have been bribed by Jin Yiwei, then
The stage must be arranged well to prevent the theater troupe from having direct contact with the nobles of the palace, and then there is the security aspect..."
Lu Song raised his hand to interrupt Zhu Hao: "That's enough. There is something going on in the palace, and you don't need to say anything more."
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "I'm just kindly reminding you that we all have the same thoughts, for the good of the palace. Besides, I'm not sure if there are really people in this troupe who are bribed by Jin Yiwei... If something goes wrong, I'm afraid of taking responsibility.
"
Lu Song ignored him, left Zhu Hao, and went to the inner courtyard of the palace alone.
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…
In the afternoon, Zhu Hao revealed the good news that the troupe was coming to the palace to perform.
Zhu San and Zhu Si were the most excited.
Zhu San ignored Jinghong, who was busy studying, and pestered Zhu Hao to ask about the new play.
Zhu Haodao: "Can't you just go and watch it by yourself in a few days? I've told you now, but it won't be a lot of fun when you watch it? Besides...what's the point of the story that's good at singing? Keep a sense of mystery.
Bar."
"Stingy, can't you tell us more?"
Zhu San seemed to be angry. She sat there glumly. She thought Zhu Hao would coax her or change his mind and tell her about the new play. After a while, she turned around and found that Zhu Hao had fallen asleep on the seat. She suddenly became furious and said, "Let's
Are you so tired after a trip to the palace? Sir is coming, so get up and go to class!"
Zhu Hao was indifferent.
Zhu Si pulled his sister's sleeve and reminded: "Third brother, I see that Zhu Hao is really tired. He has been giving lectures recently, and we also asked him to manage the theater troupe to perform in the palace. Are you tired?"
? Let him sleep for a while."
This sleep...
Just one afternoon.
It was all because Gongsun Yi never showed up in the school, but someone came over to inform him and let the children review their lessons on their own.
When school was about to end, Zhu San was still thinking about Gongsun Yi, and whispered in his mouth: "Should we replace him? I seemed to have heard my father tell someone before that he was going to find a new teacher outside.
"
No one answered.
"Hey, Zhu Hao, why don't you get up? It's going to be dark soon. You slept so much during the day, what will you do at night?" Zhu San turned to look at Zhu Hao.
Jinghong put down his book: "He may have to go out of the palace to listen to the opera in the evening."
"What?"
This time not only Zhu San, but also Zhu Si stared.
Is there such a naughty operation?
Jinghong frowned and said: "Don't you know? The theater troupe belongs to him. He can't take care of the classes during the day. He can only go there in the evening... He asked me to go to the theater with him before, but recently... I'm busy
I’m still studying, the end-of-year assessment time is coming soon..."
Zhu San's eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips came together, and he said angrily: "It turns out that he likes to run outside and play so much. No wonder he sleeps during the day. Why doesn't he take us out with him?"
Zhu Si had a look of despair on his face. He lowered his head and said, "It's no use just being envious. Even if Zhu Hao wants to take you and me out, do we have a chance?"
"Hmph, I think he just doesn't want to take us to play. He has spent so much time this afternoon. Even if he doesn't tell us the play, he might as well tell the story of Guo Mutou from "The Condor"... This guy... is still sleeping.
Get up! If you don’t get up, I’ll serve you with my fists!”
Zhu San was like a crazy woman, baring her teeth and claws and yelling at Zhu Hao.
Zhu Hao had actually woken up a long time ago and had been thinking about things with his eyes closed.
Hearing this, he raised his head and looked at the children present. Except for the dull Lu Bing, the other three children looked shrewd and had their own opinions...
But it’s no different from raw melon eggs!
Zhu Hao said: "The palace is not my home. I came to the palace to study. Don't I need to support my family besides studying? I won't leave the palace tonight. Is it okay to stay up late and write the play?"
"Write a script? Can I read it?" Zhu San immediately asked with his eyes wide open.
Zhu Si asked in confusion: "Third brother, your face changes so quickly. Didn't you just greet him with your fists?"
Zhu San was exposed and rolled his eyes at his younger brother: "You know what the heck, he can write plays. If I break him, who will tell us the story? Otherwise, I will talk to my mother and concubine.
How about we go to Zhu Hao's place to sleep together tonight...?"
Zhu Sidao: "Don't even think about it."
Zhu San suddenly narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Can't we just bring him to the place where we sleep? Let him write the script in front of the bed, and I can read it at any time..."
Zhu Si said nothing this time, looking at his sister with strange eyes, as if to say, are you crazy or mad?
Even if your father and mother don't care about Zhu Hao's status as a companion in the palace and allow him to play with us, you are still a girl. How can you let Zhu Hao enter your boudoir? It's usually difficult for me to enter your room.
Zhu Haodao: "When I was writing the script, I didn't want others to disturb me. You can ask Jinghong about this. This time I prepared it for the Wangfutang meeting. If I don't write it well, you won't be able to enjoy it. For
You can enjoy the good show... shouldn't you give me a certain amount of free space and stop disturbing me all the time?"
Zhu San was unhappy again.
But she couldn't tell why she was unhappy.
But then it was time for school to end, and guards came outside to welcome Zhu San and Zhu Si back to the inner courtyard. This discussion ended here.
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…
Zhu Hao and Jinghong returned to the West Courtyard.
Jinghong looked a little lonely: "Zhu Hao, we don't have much time left. We may never see each other again."
Zhu Hao said: "It's not a separation between life and death, why are you so sad? Besides, no one will inform the palace that one person is really going to be eliminated in the examination. Who knows if the prince is telling lies... Furthermore, how can you be sure that you will do worse than me in the examination? I
I haven’t been focusing on reading lately.”
Jinghong looked annoyed: "I have thought about it, with the current gap between you and me, even if I want to surpass you, it will take at least two or three years, and during this period you will have to study hard... As long as you work hard
, it may take me another four or five years to surpass you."
Zhu Hao originally wanted to say, young man is ambitious, but one day you will find that it is unrealistic to say you will surpass me in a few years. How about you wait for the next life?
But if there is no first in literature and no second in martial arts, in terms of knowledge...how can it be considered as surpassing?
"Then I wish you success."
Zhu Hao could only say one word of blessing in the end, although it sounded a little harsh to Jinghong.
Jinghong said: "I actually want to say that if I leave the palace, I hope you can give me a chance to see you again. I want to know where your academic progress is...and if you have time, you can come to my house.
, I...can treat you to dinner, and I have a sister..."
Um?
younger sister?
Zhu Hao asked in confusion: "Jinghong, what do you think? Do you want me to go to your house for dinner and get to know your sister? You don't want to be my matchmaker, do you?"
Jinghong said: "Matchmaker? It seems... not."
Although Jinghong calls himself a little adult, he still doesn't understand what will happen to people when they grow up. As Zhu Hao thought, he is just a raw melon, how can he understand what the world of mature melons is like?
"I want to tell you about my family's situation. In addition, my mother is pregnant. Maybe I will have a younger brother and sister born in the middle of next year...and my father will stay in Anlu for about a year...if my father serves the term
When I finish leaving, even if I am not eliminated by the palace, I will still follow my father... Changshou County is not my ancestral home..."
Jinghong seriously told Zhu Hao his future plans.
Zhu Hao nodded: "Jinghong, I understand what you mean. We are friends. Once we are friends, we will be friends for life. Even if we really don't see each other in the future, we will still meet when we grow up. Maybe we will take the exam in the future.
When can we meet?
"However... I have something to remind you. Since you have chosen to study in the Prince's Mansion... you must try your best to stay and don't think about what you will do after you leave. You can achieve great achievements by studying in Prince Xing's Mansion... without taking the imperial examination.
There are many achievements that you at this age may not understand..."
Jinghong shook his head: "I understand. My father said that there may be an emperor in Prince Xing's Mansion in the future."
"Ho ho ho."
Zhu Hao's laughter was a little strange.
Jinghong said: "Father didn't let me tell outsiders, but I told you as a friend. In fact, this is also the fundamental reason why my father asked me to be a companion in Prince Xing's Mansion."
Zhu Hao sighed softly: "Your father really dares to think, speak, and do. If it were anyone else, even if he had such ideas, he would not dare to put them into practice. The way he taught you... is questionable. I really shouldn't talk to you.
It’s so clear…”
When Jinghong heard Zhu Hao criticize his father, he glared at Zhu Hao and said: "No matter what my father thinks, he is doing it for my own good. But now that His Majesty is in his prime, this kind of thing should not be spread to anyone... Zhu Hao, I treat you as a child."
My best friend said this, and I hope you can also tell me honestly, is your knowledge... really taught by Mr. Lu?"
Zhu Hao was slightly surprised.
This guy has been beating around the bush for a long time, just to find out the truth?
Zhu Hao said: "Yes or no, does it mean anything to you?"
Jinghong thought for a while, and couldn't help but nod in agreement with Zhu Hao's statement, with a firm tone: "I will take it as such. I have thought that if I leave Prince Xing's Mansion, I will study hard, and after two years... I will ask my father
, I must find that Mr. Lu when I go on a study tour... I know he is the famous Tang Yin, and I will sincerely worship him as my teacher and inherit his knowledge... I will definitely have a chance to surpass you!"
Zhu Hao almost applauded Jinghong.
There is no need to grow old if you have ambitions.
But I feel sad for this kid.
What a sin was this, making this kid think that Tang Yin was omnipotent?
Shouldn't I tell you, kid, not to do those useless exercises, but to study hard is the right way, and don't always conclude that the reason why you are lagging behind is that others are more advantaged?