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Chapter 1188: Bureau (Part 2)

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    "Longxiang and Phoenixwu?" Zhu Yijun's crisp voice was like jingle bells. He looked up at Feng Bao, opened his big black eyes and said, "Brother, can you be a good emperor if you write well?"  ?¡±

    "This is for sure," Feng Bao said in a strong tone: "A good emperor must have martial arts and martial arts. In this martial arts, he must have good calligraphy. People stand in the world, and calligraphy is a sign. If you can't write well, you can't do it."  ?¡± He looked at Zhang Juzheng and said, ¡°You think so, Mr. Zhang?¡± Because Zhang Juzheng and others are the teachers of Emperor Longqing, and they are here to teach the crown prince, so the palace people all call him Mr. Zhang.

    When Zhu Yijun and the others saw Zhang Juzheng coming, they quickly jumped off their seats and saluted the old gentleman.  Zhang Juzheng received half a courtesy from the prince and asked them to go back to their seats, and then paid homage to Zhu Yijun with the courtesy of a monarch and minister.

    After the teachers and students were seated, Zhu Yijun asked Zhang Juzheng the same question.

    "Hehe" Although Zhang Juzheng flirts with Feng Bao, he believes that the emperor's education is related to the future of Ming Dynasty, so he will not go along with him blindly.  But he wouldn't let Feng Bao get off the stage, he paused, then smiled and said: "I would like to ask, what does the crown prince think?"

    "Youdao means that handwriting is like a person, and writing well is definitely very important." Zhu Yijun thought for a while, and frowned: "But if you say that you can be a good emperor if you write good handwriting, I can't see it. Han Gaozu, Tang Taizong  , Song Taizu, and our Taizu are all the best emperors, but they can only be said to be proficient in writing and ink, and their handwriting is definitely not good."

    Both Zhang Juzheng and Feng Bao were a little surprised. They didn't expect a child who was only ten years old to say such wise words. The latter blushed with embarrassment and said: "The crown prince is extremely talented, and this servant is convinced. It's just the crown prince.  The ones that the Lord pointed out just now are all the founding emperors, of course they mainly focus on martial arts, while the Taiping emperor mainly focuses on martial arts."

    "" This question is a bit complicated for ten-year-old Zhu Yijun. He frowned and thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure out why. He could only look at Zhang Juzheng for help and said, "Old man, what do you think?"

    Zhang Juzheng first looked at Feng Bao apologetically, meaning he was offended.  Then he said positively to Zhu Yijun: "Just now what Eunuch Feng said, calligraphy is a signboard of Wenzhi, which is reasonable. As the Prince of Taiping, he can't write a single stroke, which really makes the posterity laugh." He smiled at Zhu Yijun and said:  "But Prince, you are talented, and you are willing to study hard and practice hard. Judging from your current age, you have already achieved some success in calligraphy, and you will definitely not be able to make mistakes in your calligraphy in the future."

    "But you are the crown prince, and you will be the emperor in the future. Since ancient times, the sages and lords have ruled the world with virtue, not calligraphy. Therefore, calligraphy should be practiced constantly, but in order to hone the mind, it is not the pursuit of calligraphy.  Because of the superb calligraphy, it does not benefit the common people. Like Han Chengdi, Liang Yuandi, Chen Empress, Sui Yangdi, Southern Tang Empress, Song Huizong, and Ningzong, they are all great calligraphers, great musicians, and painters  , poets and poets, just because they indulge in art, so that the government does not repair, and some suffer the tragedy of subjugation." He said with an emphasis: "In the final analysis, calligraphy is the category of art, not the lord of a country.  Your Highness should take the ancients as a warning!"

    Some remonstrances are so simple and undeniable, the little prince who listened nodded repeatedly, nodded his head like a little adult and said: "What the old gentleman taught is that I almost went astray!" Then he stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Bao and said, "Mate,  Learn from the old gentleman, don't always fail to improve."

    Feng Bao's temperament is not great, if it were someone else who dismantled his platform, he would have been furious and wanted to get back his position, but Zhang Juzheng was different, he was his ally for many years, so he could only smile wryly: "Old Zhang  Sir is a scholar who studies heaven and man, how can slaves compare with him?"

    "The old gentleman lectures, you just listen to it together." The little prince pushed him to keep him from making noise, and then sat upright and said, "Please sir, let's talk." The three accompanying children also sat upright, looking at the  I wrote Zhang Juzheng, lest I missed a word.

    Zhang Juzheng nodded, and then checked yesterday's homework. After the prince and his companion finished reciting it, it was already time for no cards.  Because it is easy to get sleepy at this time, he does not talk about those boring things, but asks the students to open a book and explain "Tong Jian" to the prince Zhang Juzheng is as careful as a hair, and considering the child's interests, he ordered someone to read  The stories in the Tongjian are drawn into pictures and then printed into a book. Whenever the prince is tired from reading, he will tell a story, and then inspire him to think about the right and wrong gains and losses of the ancients, and finally comment on it.  The principles that a ruler should understand are told to the prince in the most simple and vivid language.

    This method of entertaining and teaching is very different from the force-feeding teaching of this era, so it is naturally very popular with the prince. Even the old gentleman Zhang Juzheng likes the young prince more than other old gentlemen and the prince"I have my own way." Zhang Juzheng smiled and said, "Don't worry."

    "Alas" Feng Bao sighed and said, "The tall beard is really favored, this time I figured it out, as long as the emperor is around, we can't win against him."

    "Yes." Zhang Juzheng nodded, his face was gloomy, as if he was thinking about something.

    "By the way, what do you think about Shen Ge's return to Beijing?" Feng Bao also pondered for a while, and then spoke first: "This time the emperor seems to have not listened to Gao Beard, is he planning to keep him to check and balance Gao?  ?¡±

    "One has been the Chief Assistant and Heavenly Official for three full years, and the other has great military exploits and strong strength. Both of them are considered powerful ministers, and we cannot defeat them." Zhang Juzheng said with mixed feelings: "The only way is to let them fight each other and fight together."  The result is that they will die together!"

    "Brother Uncle will be the Chief Assistant at that time." Feng Bao said with a flattering smile, but seeing that Zhang Juzheng was unmoved, he had no choice but to say embarrassingly: "But, how can we get them to fight?"

    "There is a saying that 'one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers'. If the emperor is safe, the two will fight sooner or later. We just have to wait and see." Zhang Ju said with a serious face: "If the emperor the situation is complicated, not only  Both of them, as well as us, will be involved, and no one can say who will win in the end." He sighed and said, "Everything now depends on the emperor's health."

    "Speaking of the emperor" Feng Bao thought for a while, and decided to have a close discussion with Zhang Juzheng.  He looked back at the closed door, and said in a low voice, "Brother Taiyue, I don't think the emperor's life will be long."

    "Could it be a terminal illness?" Zhang Juzheng said in shock: "No way! In the afternoon, the emperor sent someone to the cabinet to explain what happened in the morning, and said that he is cured now, and he can go to court soon."

    "That's true," Feng Bao sneered, his eyes becoming more and more unpredictable: "About the emperor's illness, I asked private doctors secretly, and they all said that there is no cure for this illness."

    "You mean, the sore on the emperor's hand?" The shock on Zhang Juzheng's face was not fake. Although he knew that Longqing was Gao Gong's big backer, the heaven, earth, monarch, relative and teacher had already been engraved in his bones, which made him unable to act like Feng Bao  Just as cold.

    "During the Spring Festival, there was only one growing on the back of the hand. At first, it was only the size of a pea. After a few days, it was as big as a copper coin. It was still flowing, yellow, and where it flowed, the sore grew there. This hand  There were more than a dozen sores on his chest, and at first it was only on the right hand, and then the left hand also grew." The emperor's illness, no matter when it was, was a top secret, so later generations could only guess about a certain emperor based on conjecture.  What's wrong.  But Feng Bao offered treasures to Zhang Juzheng without hesitation and said: "Except for the people from the Imperial Hospital, there are only five people who know about it. The queen, Li Niangniang, me, Li Quan, and uncle Lian Menghe  Do not know at all."

    "From your description, this kind of sore seems to be called bayberry blister" Zhang Juzheng said in disbelief: "The concubines in the palace are all clean, how could the emperor contract syphilis?"

    "It's not all caused by Meng He and those bastards!" Feng Bao secretly rejoiced in his heart. In fact, when he was in charge of the Qianqing Palace, he often took the emperor out to fool around.  If it weren't for the fact that he had become the prince's "big companion" and had no time to serve the emperor, he would have to be blamed for this heinous crime.  Thinking of this, he gloated and said, "Meng and that bastard not only took the emperor to Fenzi Hutong, but also took him to Lianzi Hutong."¡ª¡ª

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