In the end, Lu Song had to choose to keep the secret and go on the road with Zhu Hao.
It's not that he was convinced, but that he had no choice.
Zhu Hao then went home to prepare for his trip.
The large and small boxes of things at home were almost piled up into a small mountain. Zhu Niang also recruited workers from the collapsed house, plus a total of eight people from the nursing home that Yu San brought to escort along the way. Zhu Niang was actually uneasy and almost let Xiao Niang go.
Yuan goes with Zhu Hao...
After all, she has been her son's personal maid for more than three years. Even though she doesn't spend much time with her son, she still knows him well, and it is easy to take care of him on the road.
Zhu Hao did not refuse what Zhu Niang had prepared before, but Zhu Hao flatly refused to ask Xiaoyuan to go with her.
"Mom, I'm going to take an exam this time, not study, let alone sightseeing. If I bring Xiaoyuan with me, aren't you afraid that I'll be distracted?" Zhu Hao said with a smile.
Before Zhu Niang understood what was going on, Aunt Li pulled her and whispered a few words in her ear.
Even though Aunt Li deliberately lowered her voice to prevent Zhu Hao from hearing it, he could probably imagine that Aunt Li was reminding Zhu Niang that Zhu Hao was now older, twelve years old, and understood many things...
Once Xiaoyuan was "taken care of" while she was going to take the exam, what should I do if I don't feel at ease preparing for the exam?
This is exactly what Zhu Hao wants to achieve.
I want you to realize that I am no longer a child and I understand everything I need to know. Xiaoyuan is always my maid. Even if you don’t think it will bring any ethical trouble if I take care of Xiaoyuan, you should still worry about it.
It affects my studies.
Then what Zhu Niang prepared for Zhu Hao... were basically just daily necessities.
After all the luggage was packed, she specifically mentioned: "I originally planned to ask Xiaoyuan to come over and do laundry and cooking for you. Since you don't want to, forget it, but you still need someone to take care of your daily life, so we can only arrange it for Yu San.
After he arrives at Wuchang Mansion, he will hire a mother-in-law to take care of you."
The special mention of "mother-in-law" shows that Zhu Niang has begun to take precautions.
It is the first time for a son to travel away from home, and he is out of control of his family. If he fails in his studies during the exam and goes out to live and drink like his eldest brother... no matter how good his future is, it will be ruined!
So even if she can't be with her son to supervise him, she still has to find someone to help watch over him, so that he can't be exposed to the colorful world and have the chance of getting bad.
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It's about time to set off.
The night before, Zhu Hao said goodbye to Tang Yin. The master and apprentice sat down to have a homely meal together, and Tang Yin didn't even drink a drop of wine.
"Sir, that's it. I want you to write something for me." Zhu Hao said.
At this time, the two of them were in Tang Yin's private house. Although Tang Yin only had the right to use this big house, after several years of decoration, the furniture was fully furnished and the servants were basically in place, making it feel like home.
Tang Yin put down his chopsticks and asked: "What to write?"
Zhu Hao smiled: "Pick up a pen and paper, and just write down what I want to say for me."
Tang Yin looked puzzled, but he still got up and came to the desk. After sitting down, he took out a pen and paper.
It can be said that Tang Yin cherishes pen and ink very much. If someone asks him for a painting, he won't even ask his father to sue his grandmother. But he really can't stand up in front of Zhu Hao. After all, he has seen Zhu Hao's calligraphy, and Zhu Hao can imitate it perfectly.
The person who wrote his handwriting.
"You don't want to use my words to fool people, do you?"
After Tang Yin picked up the brush, he asked cautiously.
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "If I want to use your husband's calligraphy to deceive people, I can just write it myself. Why should I have to write it myself?"
Tang Yin thought for a moment, and he realized that this kid imitated my writing, which was beyond copying, and he could just pick it up at his fingertips.
"Say it."
Tang Yin spread out the rice paper and prepared to write. He also wanted to know what Zhu Hao was up to.
Zhu Hao said: "This is what I write...I miss you so much after seeing you for several years..."
Tang Yin was about to write, but after hearing this, he frowned, turned his head and asked, "Who are you writing this to?"
Zhu Hao said helplessly: "Sir, why are you asking so many questions? You can write to Dongzhu Su or Wang Zhongcheng. Is there anything wrong?"
Tang Yin obviously didn't expect that Zhu Hao was going to hand this letter to Lou Suzhen, so he wrote it according to Zhu Hao's wishes. He wanted to take a long-term approach to catch the big fish, and wait until you, the boy, had written everything you wanted me to write.
Write it down and I will read the specific content of the letter clearly before I discuss it with you.
"By the way, I have a poem here that was written by me. I would like to borrow your pen to write it down..." Zhu Hao said, suddenly saying something.
Tang Yin almost wanted to put down the brush in his hand. You really have a conspiracy.
"Zhu Hao, do you know that writing poetry under the guise of someone else's name is taboo in the literary world? Although your boy is very intelligent, his poetry is not yet ready... You can't ruin my reputation!"
Even though Tang Yin usually obeyed Zhu Haoyan, he still cherished his talent in poetry and painting.
Zhu Hao asked: "Will you write it?"
Tang Yin thought about it for a while, and decided to try Zhu Hao's talent. He curled his lips and said, "Tell me!"
Zhu Hao said: "You just write, 'Paint an old picture of a tiger slaying a dragon and sighing. It's only when the blood is written that the eyes of the phoenix are withered. So far, the ten feet of Po Lake water has been drained, and there are no tears left.' I'm thinking of my brother. Okay, that's it."
Zhu Hao finished the entire letter.
After Tang Yin wrote down the poem read by Zhu Hao, he looked at it carefully for a long time, glanced sideways at Zhu Hao, and asked, "Is this a poem you wrote?"
"What? Is there a problem? Maybe sir, I feel that my style of writing poetry is similar to that of an old friend of yours?" Zhu Hao asked with a smile.
What Zhu Hao wrote was none other than Concubine Lou's "Xijiang Juebi". According to legend, it was written by Lou Suzhen before she drowned, and was compiled by Che Jiantang, a famous poet in Jiaxing of the Ming Dynasty.
The credibility is very high.
Zhu Hao wanted to use Tang Yin's pen to write this poem. If at the critical moment it was sent to Lou Suzhen, who was frustrated and wanted to die, Lou Suzhen found that Tang Yin, his mentor and good friend, could express himself at this moment even though he was thousands of miles away.
The full description of her state of mind is even the same as her own final work, which may make her feel sympathy for each other and rekindle her desire for life.
Of course this is only the result under the most ideal situation.
Tang Yin said angrily: "This poem of yours seems to have been written by a woman in a boudoir, with a bit of sad farewell... Where did you copy it from?"
Tang Yin didn't think about Lou Suzhen at all, because the incident hadn't happened yet, and King Ning's army was in full swing. It was impossible for Lou Suzhen to write the final poem, but there was one thing... He didn't believe that this poem was written by Zhu Hao.
His attainments in poetry will naturally raise questions.
Zhu Hao also believed that Tang Yin had the qualifications. He asked himself that ancient prose, especially eight-legged essays, was no worse than Tang Yin, but writing poetry often required spirituality. Tang Yin was one of the best poets in the Ming Dynasty, and his attainments in ancient poetry were beyond his own ability.
Than.
Zhu Hao said: "I just asked you to write a poem. Why do you ask so many questions? Okay, hurry up and write the last few words 'I miss you'. Thank you very much."
Tang Yin held the pen and stopped there. It was neither writing nor not writing.
Zhu Hao pursed his lips: "If you don't write it, I can go back and make it up for you."
The implication is that it’s not like I can’t imitate your handwriting. I informed you in advance that I have no intention of imitating your handwriting to deceive people. It’s up to you whether you write or not!
Tang Yin sighed helplessly, but still followed Zhu Hao's instructions and added the last few words. Before handing it to Zhu Hao, he asked cautiously: "Who is this poem for?"
Zhu Hao smiled and said: "I won't give it to anyone. I just claim to the outside world that I have this letter you wrote, and the letter contains this poem you wrote..."
After saying that, Zhu Hao grabbed the rice paper, rolled it up casually and took it away.
"Zhu Hao, you can't do that evil thing in my name, otherwise you can't get to know me." Tang Yin saw that Zhu Hao was not well-intentioned, so he naturally wanted to warn him.
Zhu Hao rolled his eyes: "Am I a shameless bastard who wants to do things that are harmful to nature in your eyes?"
When he said it, he was righteous. After he finished speaking, Zhu Hao thought about it carefully. Is it really difficult to say it, but in order to achieve his goal, he occasionally acted like a shameless bastard... so what? Even if there are defenders of the Ming Dynasty everywhere, the problem is
If you can't find fault with my shameless behavior, it's all in vain.
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When Zhu Hao got the letter, he didn't even need to do any modifications on his own. He could put it directly into the envelope and prepare to hand it back to Lou Suzhen.
This is another move made by Zhu Hao.
If someone appears in front of Lou Suzhen, tell her that we want to save you and you come with us.
It would have been better if Lou Suzhen didn't immediately shout "Come here, catch the thief".
Will she really go with them?
Even if she was rescued after drowning and Lou Suzhen was not given a chance to make a choice, she would probably seek death again when she regained consciousness because she no longer had the desire to "live". Even if she was told that Tang Yin was the one who saved her, Lou Suzhen would not do it for her.
Living as an unrelated person.
Then Lou Suzhen must feel that when you die, you have failed the waiting of an infatuated person, and this person is not trying to get your body, nor is he trying to get married to you, but just because he is spiritually connected with you, this person is really
To be able to know your joys and sorrows even though we are far apart from you is to be a true confidant.
Only in this way could Lou Suzhen accept the proposal and come to Anlu together without continuing to seek death.
This letter and poem can be regarded as a spiritual bridge that Zhu Hao helped build between Tang Yin and Lou Suzhen.
Without this poem, maybe Lou Suzhen would have sneered when she heard that Tang Yin wanted to save me, thinking that you were a shameless villain who was thinking about my body when I was about to die. You didn't even urinate and look at yourself, so what qualifications do you have to stand up to me?
Is there a relationship with Princess Ning?
"Master Zhu, what time is it and you haven't gone back yet? We will be on the road tomorrow morning." When Zhu Hao left the house, he saw Lu Song who was completing the handover of defense.
Zhu Hao smiled and said, "I'll leave now. We'll meet at the gate of Nancheng tomorrow at 2:00 a.m.... How many people will you take with you?"
Lu Song said: "It's just me."
Lu Song thought to himself, if I go to Wuchang really to communicate with the government, then it doesn't matter how many people I take with me. If I take less people, it will make the palace lose face.
Now I want to go with you to complete something that will cause trouble for the Prince's Mansion. Of course, you have to raise the manpower. I'm just helping out, don't think I will involve the entire Prince Xing's Mansion.