Zhu Youtang's expression had softened, and he stood up easily and said: "It's almost noon, and I don't know if my porridge is ready yet. Come, bring me one bowl, no, two bowls, and let Liu Aiqing do it too."
Have a taste.”
Zhu Youtang never mentioned the matter of Prince Ning again. After all, it was considered a scandal between the clans. If Liu Chengfeng had not been the one to handle this matter, Zhu Youtang would never have mentioned it to Liu Chengfeng. Since
Liu Chengfeng had already agreed, and Zhu Youtang felt relieved. He wanted to see if there was any way Liu Chengfeng could improve the prince's knowledge in these ten days.
As for giving porridge, it was just Zhu Youtang's impromptu idea. Anyway, he made the porridge according to Liu Chengfeng's prescription. Liu Chengfeng called it eight treasures longan porridge in the prescription, but Zhu Youtang modified it himself.
The porridge was given a name, called Yinnian porridge, which praised the porridge’s effect of benefiting and prolonging life.
If Liu Chengfeng knew this, he would have couldn't help but snicker. The emperor took the eight-treasure porridge as a treasure, thinking it had some great effects and was a magical medicine that was more nourishing than Ganoderma lucidum and deer antlers. In fact, the eight-treasure porridge was just nutritious.
It is rich and easy to absorb. It is not very useful for those who are in good health, but it has miraculous effects on people with weak Qi and weak bodies like Zhu Youtang.
After all, it was the porridge given by the emperor. Liu Chengfeng wanted to taste the eight-treasure porridge cooked in the Forbidden City. When the young eunuchs brought the porridge, Liu Chengfeng was not polite and picked up a spoon to eat.
This taste... is actually nothing more than that.
Liu Chengfeng was a little disappointed, but it was already noon at this time. Liu Chengfeng was so hungry that he didn't care about anything. He wolfed down the porridge, then stood up and said: "Your Majesty has many things to do, and I don't dare to disturb you.
Then I said goodbye."
Zhu Youtang wiped his mouth with a silk scarf and said, "Leave me your soothing prescription. I want to give it a try."
Liu Chengfeng nodded. There was a young eunuch beside him who brought him the Four Treasures of the Study. Liu Chengfeng was silent for a moment, and then began to write down the prescription. He was only 60% sure whether it could cure the disease, but 60% was enough.
, Liu Chengfeng didn’t believe that the emperor’s insomnia would be so stubborn despite his multi-pronged approach.
After a while, a piece of medicine was written. Liu Chengfeng put down the pen, and Zhu Youtang said with interest: "Come here, bring it to me for a look."
Immediately, a young eunuch presented the prescription. Zhu Youtang first read the vigorous and delicate words, and couldn't help shouting "good" and said: "It is very rare to achieve such an achievement at such a young age."
The better Liu Chengfeng's handwriting and the higher his calligraphy skills, the more comfortable Zhu Youtang felt. For no other reason than Liu Chengfeng had just praised his imitation of Wang Xizhi's works. The more knowledgeable people are, the more discerning they are.
It means that Zhu Youtang's running script is better. Zhu Youtang has always been a little unconfident in running script. Today, when he was praised by Liu Chengfeng, his self-confidence was inflated. That's why he acted like an expert.
Let’s comment on Liu Chengfeng’s calligraphy in a way that teaches younger generations.
Liu Chengfeng naturally understood Zhu Youtang's psychological changes, smiled slightly, and said: "Compared with Your Majesty, Wei Chen's character is really not elegant. It's just a pity..." Liu Chengfeng said with a look of regret.
He looked like he was shaking his head.
Zhu Youtang said with a smile: "What's a pity?"
Liu Chengfeng looked horrified and said, "I don't dare to say anything."
Zhu Youtang said: "If you dare not say anything in front of me, it doesn't matter if you say it. Even if you say something wrong, I will forgive you."
Liu Chengfeng said with a bad heart: "It's a pity that Your Majesty is the emperor. It would be great if His Majesty was not the emperor."
This sentence was obviously treacherous. Zhu Youtang's face changed slightly, his eyebrows could not help but sink. He wanted to get angry, but he still had some sense. Thinking of the promise just now, he took a deep breath.
Liu Chengfeng was laughing in his heart. He suddenly realized that his ability to climb up the pole was really sharp. Dealing with the emperor was actually the same as picking up girls. When it was time to push the envelope, he had to push the envelope. There was no hesitation in his heart.
After snickering, Liu Chengfeng continued with a sad look: "If your Majesty is not the emperor, then I am a humble minister. No matter what, I will see your majesty's calligraphy today, and I will bow to your majesty's door and learn this calligraphy."
That's not true. It's a pity that Your Majesty is the Emperor, and he is responsible for everything. He is too high to reach, so I have no choice but to give up."
Even though Liu Chengfeng was thick-skinned, he felt a little too shameless when he said this.
But as soon as Liu Chengfeng finished speaking, Zhu Youtang couldn't help but laugh. The displeasure he had just shown immediately disappeared, and he thought to himself: "So that's it. I also want to know why he said such rebellious words. It turns out that this person is interested in running script."
I was so obsessed with it that I forgot about it for a moment after seeing my calligraphy today, so I exposed my infatuation. The words spoken by such a person are the most sincere. If it were anyone else, who would dare to say such things in front of me?"
Unknowingly, Zhu Youtang discovered that his liking for Liu Chengfeng had increased. In Liu Chengfeng, one could see not only the courageous and pro-military aura, but also the kind of old-fashioned and unreliable attitude.
He has a somewhat dull scholar temperament. This kind of person is very suitable for Zhu Youtang.
"There are not many people in the world who are civilized and military. This person is so young, maybe he can be left as a houzhao in the future..." An idea came out of Zhu Youtang's mind, and Zhu Youtang couldn't help but laugh, thinking to himself
: "Half a month ago, I would have thought this way, but now that my dragon body has gradually recovered, there is still plenty of time, so why bother to deal with my own funeral affairs in such a hurry."
After a moment of silence, Zhu Youtang had another idea, and then said slowly: "I appreciate your sincerity, so it would be a good idea to let me teach you some calligraphy skills..."
"Ah..." Liu Chengfeng originally just wanted to take the opportunity to give the emperor some **** soup, but who knew that Zhu Youtang actually showed signs of agreeing. If he could learn to write from the emperor, wouldn't he become a real emperor?
Disciple of the emperor? Throughout the ages, there has never been a single person who could have had an emperor as his teacher. It’s hard to predict how good he could be.
"It's just..." Zhu Youtang smiled: "It's just that we can wait until the clans compete in their knowledge. I don't have the interest now."
Liu Chengfeng couldn't help but cursed in his heart: "The emperor is really insidious. He is treating himself as a donkey, hanging a carrot in front of him, and asking himself to work hard for him."
But it is better to have hope than no hope. Being a disciple of the emperor is more honorable than being promoted to the third grade. The emperor can have many wives and many sons, but he may not have many students. If Liu Chengfeng becomes this student, then
It can be regarded as the first time since Pangu opened the world that such good things cannot be found even with a lantern.
"Okay, it's settled." Liu Chengfeng was not modest and polite. He was afraid that Zhu Youtang would regret it, so he said rudely: "Then I will leave first."
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At night, dim palace lanterns were hung everywhere in the Forbidden City. Zhu Youtang deliberately did not go to the queen today, so he slept in this side hall. According to this prescription, he had already taken a bowl of medicine. These medicines
Many Zhu Youtang recognized it, and many imperial doctors had prescribed similar prescriptions.
After drinking the medicine, Zhu Youtang couldn't help but murmured: "This medicine given by Liu Chengfeng is not unusual, so what's the difference between it and the medicine prescribed by those imperial doctors?"
But taking medicine is only the first step. The prescription also says that after taking the medicine, you should take a bath in warm water. Zhu Youtang had already ordered someone to prepare warm water and take a bath. He was covered with a large Taoist uniform and was comfortable.
I returned to the small hall and after taking a bath, I felt a little sleepy. Zhu Youtang secretly wondered, could taking a bath cure my insomnia?
A trace of suspicion flashed in his heart, and at this time, the little eunuchs had already started to light incense. This incense is called incense, and it is also based on the prescription. It is said to help people fall asleep. Zhu Youtang took a deep breath, but
Instead, I felt a little more energetic and became more suspicious.
However, he already had some trust in Liu Chengfeng, and then the young eunuch took off his clothes and lay on the bamboo couch. The room was filled with fragrance, and Zhu Youtang, who was dry all over, was already a little tired.
But... I still can't sleep, I always feel like there is something on my mind.
"I wonder if the locust plague in Yunzhou has been alleviated, and have the disaster relief grain funds from the Ministry of Revenue been distributed?" As usual, Zhu Youtang began to think wildly again. Often at this time, he would become more and more energetic.
Finally he got up and asked someone to read some pending memorials.
"No, I'm getting less and less sleepy." Zhu Youtang felt a little impatient, and it seemed that he could only use the last method in the prescription.
Zhu Youtang, who was lying on the bamboo couch, took a deep breath, and then began to read in a voice as low as a mosquito's groan: "One eunuch died in the East Factory, two eunuchs died in the East Factory, three eunuchs died in the East Factory... Forty
Five…”
When a little eunuch standing in the corner of the bamboo couch heard this voice, he couldn't help but shudder...
At this time, a snoring sound came from the bamboo couch.