King Ning was not angry, the moon was like a hook, it was the turn of spring and summer, and the fragrance of the osmanthus trees in the flower garden near the East Palace blew in through the small window, dispelling the humidity and heat in the small hall.
On the Eight Immortals table by the window, Liu Chengfeng, Zhu Houzhao, Liu Jin, and Zhang Yong each occupied one of the legs of the Eight Immortals table. Under the slow candlelight, Zhu Houzhao's face was livid, his eyes were red, he rolled up his sleeves and fiercely pushed a
The small square piece of wood hit the table.
"Touch yourself and get confused!"
Liu Jin and Zhang Yong, who were sitting next to them, had their facial muscles twitching, looking very painful.
Liu Chengfeng leaned over and opened all the rows of wooden blocks on Zhu Houzhao's table. He rolled his eyes and said, "This is fried to paste, so we will compensate you!"
Zhu Houzhao was angry, raised the single chapter in his hand and said: "You were so confused in the last game, why can't I?"
"Is there any?" Liu Chengfeng's face was calm and he said slowly: "I was just the seventh couple, what are you doing?"
"**Zhu Chenhao!"
Zhu Houzhao cheered up and said: "MB's Zhu Chenhao!"
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The ten-day period has passed. For the first nine days, Liu Chengfeng started telling Zhu Houzhao stories early every morning, or went for a walk in the flower garden of the East Palace, saw a flower, or told Zhu Houzhao about a character.
After thinking about it, he started to write an article, and then explained and revised it to him over and over again. This kind of education method made Zhu Houzhao very interested. Zhu Houzhao was a very smart person. He wrote forty or fifty articles, although it was not
I am very good at it, but I am no longer as awkward as before when it comes to quoting scriptures and using words and phrases.
Liu Chengfeng's requirements are not high, as long as he is not embarrassed, it will be better if he can perform beyond the standard. After all, Zhu Houzhao's opponents are not Jinshi or scholars, but a group of idiot clan members, and these people are also in the Zhu family.
The circle can still be proud of it. If you go out and pull out a talented person, it will be enough to shock the whole audience.
On the tenth day, Liu Chengfeng actually stopped teaching Zhu Houzhao how to read. Instead, he asked someone to carve mahjong and teach Zhu Houzhao how to play mahjong. This was naturally to make Zhu Houzhao relax and avoid making him nervous.
It's not troublesome in the first place, and this is the East Palace. As long as Liu Chengfeng gives an order, the eunuch will immediately invite craftsmen to do it, and it can be made in an hour. Everyone gets together, and the "little bet" is very pleasant.
A beautiful thing.
Liu Chengfeng asked people to remove the mahjong table, and after collecting the money, everyone dispersed and went back to their rooms to sleep.
The dim moonlight shone on the glazed tiles of the East Palace, and the osmanthus trees stood gracefully in the shadow of the moon. Liu Chengfeng stayed in the corridor for a while, and then returned to his bedroom by the moonlight.
It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. This competition was related to his future. Whether he could win the favor of the emperor or not, he could only make a desperate move to become the emperor's disciple.
"I hope... I can win tomorrow!" Liu Chengfeng thought in his heart and sighed quietly.
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Early in the morning, the city of Beijing was foggy. The watchman had done the last watch and was already dragging his tired steps back to rest. The inner city of Beijing is different from the outer city. If it were the outer city, there must be people on the streets at this time.
There were a lot of people, and everyone was busy with their own business. But here in the inner city, it was as quiet as the wilderness. Even the lanterns hanging in front of the mansions at night were extinguished at this moment.
Occasionally, a few mansions would open side doors, and a few servants would come and go. However, these people knew the rules and tried to be as tiptoe as possible, as if they were afraid of disturbing someone's noble family.
To the east of Minshu Terrace is a row of government offices, the most magnificent of which is the Honglu Temple. The Honglu Temple occupies a huge area and stretches for hundreds of feet. It faces the Imperial City in the distance and is surrounded by high-arched walls.
It is lush and lush, with endless pavilions and pavilions. It is similar to the state guesthouse in later generations. It is a place to receive envoys from various vassal states. Usually, it is mostly quiet here, with very few people living there, and only a few people coming in and out.
The cleaning and repair work has been very different these days. The vassal kings have come to Beijing in droves and have arranged to stay here. The vassal kings are far apart. Although they were one family a hundred years ago, they have never been separated.
I didn't know anyone in person, so everyone lived in houses with clearly defined winding paths, as if they had never been in contact with each other.
There are actually not many princes and princes in the vassal, only dozens of them at full count, but they have brought a lot of servants and retinues. Such a large group of people, speaking with various accents, naturally makes this place a little more lively.
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Just after Chen hour, the gate of Honglu Temple was opened, and people came out in twos and threes from the dim doorway. The first ones were servants who were holding lanterns and bending over to light the way for their masters, and behind them were a few followers.
Hu, at this moment, two people in gorgeous clothes walked out side by side.
The older one wears a crown and a four-clawed python robe, has a big belly and is extremely wealthy.
Following behind the older man was a young man in a python robe. He was quite handsome, with a bit of sharpness hidden between his eyebrows, and his eyes were quite aggressive.
"You two princes, please watch the road." The servant who lit the lamp in front reminded him with a flattering smile.
However, these two people ignored them. They looked like a father and son talking intimately, and there were two kings in one sect. There were not many in the Ming Dynasty, but at the moment, there were only two people, King Ning and King Shanggao.
Ning Wang Zhu Jinjun looked at the sky and said slowly: "Time passes so slowly. I don't know if the palace gate is open or not."
The High King Zhu Chenhao smiled at his father and said, "Father, you can't wait to make the emperor and the prince look embarrassed?"
"After waiting for so long, I finally have an opportunity. Father, I really can't wait!" Zhu Jinjun smiled faintly, his fat head and big ears turned a little rosy, and continued: "Our Prince Ning is here.
How much loss has the department suffered? Until now, our ancestors are still laughed at as clowns by people all over the world, Chen Hao, look..." Zhu Jinjun pointed with his hand at the outline of the Forbidden City in the mist, and sighed towards the outline,
Said: "It was here that our ancestors were driven out of the capital by King Yan. They have been there for fifty years. For fifty years, they lived in the Forbidden City, and the world was turned upside down by the palm of their hands. Look at you and me again..."
Zhu Chenhao was startled by his father's rebellious words, and said quickly: "Father, be careful what you say, be careful that walls have ears. This text is provided by Tieba."
Zhu Jinjun sneered, looked around, and said: "Here are all close friends. There is nothing I dare not say. My father wants to tell you that this is what they owe us. They owe us. Today, my father