The Ming Dynasty’s Prodigal Son

Zhu Houzhao opened his bloodshot eyes: "But this palace also loves to eat, what is this?"

Wen Yansheng felt a little embarrassed and held his forehead: "Oh yeah, the head is a little dizzy, and the wine is not drunk and everyone is drunk."

Fang Jifan coughed: "His Crown Prince, come and have something to eat."

"Wait again." Zhu Hou-zhao's eyes fell back on the map: "Look at this palace again. You eat first and keep some meat for me."

Zhu Houzhao is a stubborn person. He is stubborn on one end, and even the nine-headed cow cannot pull back.

Obviously, such things as staring at the map are of no avail, but he still does n’t think about tea and does n’t want to eat.

Fang Jifan was too lazy to care about him, and inevitably discussed with Wen Yansheng about the material.

"Now, with potatoes and sweet potatoes, the Xishan Tuntian Institute will also promote a variety of crops. The people are almost full, and it is not a problem if they want to come. If people are full, they hope to eat well, Mr. Wen said Yes, this material is profitable in the future. Mr. Wen, this material requires all colors and fragrances. Of course, this is not important. What is important is that it is easy to carry and not easy to mold. Do you still want to sell it? Mr. rest assured that the workshop is covered by our party Jifan. The capital of our party Jifan is also out. In short, Mr. Wen is only responsible for researching the formula. . "

Wen Yansheng nodded his head: "To be delicious, to have a taste, but also ..."

He seems to have begun to wonder.

This is a big project. On the surface, it is just a simple formula. It should be easy to store, not easy to deteriorate, and taste better than the ingredients of ordinary cooks. It may even be conducive to production. It must meet so many conditions. It's not easy.

He rinsed a piece of mutton, took a sip of rice wine, put down the wine cup, tapped the case gently with his finger, without a word, thoughtful.

Fang Jifan did not disturb his thoughts.

But at this time, outside of the West Mountain, there were flying pigeons. Wang Jinyuan specially trained a lot of pigeons in order to buy and sell. This pigeon has a very fast ability to transmit messages, but after all, the pigeons are not as good as others. There are many mistakes.

This pigeon is a bird of special family love, and it is particularly sensitive to the earth's magnetic field and has a sense of direction. In order to cultivate these homing pigeons, it costs a lot of money. training.

In the sky, the homing pigeon hovered, and the breeder looked at it, making a grunting sound to the homing pigeon, and the homing pigeon landed. The pigeon breeder took the small note attached to his leg, and then the small note fell on Wang Jinyuan. Hands.

Wang Jinyuan opened the note.

He is the confidant of Fang Jifan, and even many of Fang Jifan's letters are handled directly by him.

He was a merchant, so he developed a very sensitive and cautious temper. Now, with the rise of Fang Jifan ’s status, he was originally a bargain merchant, and his status also increased. It may not be in the eyes, even if it was a head, you can ask him to ask for some tea money every now and then, now ... Those people in the past have to hide from seeing themselves, even if they have met Jin Yiwei and Dongzi's Fanzi, I heard that it was the goods escorted by Master Xishan Wang, and no one would come to make trouble.

This is the real deal.

In Xishan, he did almost nothing, he didn't have to think about official issues, he just had to concentrate on buying and selling.

This kind of pleasure cannot be obtained by earning more silver in the past.

He only glanced at the note, and he immediately frowned, and then hurriedly took the note to Zhenguofu.

"Master, Master ..."

Entering in a hurry, the young master and Mr. Wen had a good drink.

Zhu Houzhao seemed to be hungry too, and served a large bowl full of dishes that he would be familiar with, chopping meals while looking down at the map.

Everyone looked up at Wang Jinyuan.

Wang Jinyuan said happily: "Flying team, I have a letter."

Zhu Houzhao slammed the rice bowl in his hand, rushed up with an arrow, grabbed the note, his hands were shaking, and the note was opened nervously.

This note reads: "Fortunately, it's a great victory!"

In just six short words, Zhu Hou shivered according to his body.

These days, he feels the greatest pressure.

In front of Manchu Dynasty's civil martial arts, he lost his temper, although the father and emperor did not punish him, but he knew clearly how the hundred officials regarded him.

Is n’t it just a child?

Is n’t His Royal Highness too ignorant and too reckless?

These old guys are really ridiculous about the so-called good or bad judgment.

What Zhu Hou wanted was a victory, a victory brought to him by the flying team.

With a note in his hand, he was trembling steadily, his face was pale first, and then he slowly recovered his blood color.

Fang Jifan also excitedly said: "Your Highness, what is written in it."

Zhu Houzhao looked sad: "Flying team ... it's over."

"What?" Fang Jifan was busy eating a piece of lamb and swallowing it into his stomach hurriedly, because he knew that if he didn't eat this hard lamb while he was being forced, he would be emotional later. When I collapsed, I did n’t want to eat it. I could save it. I do n’t know. It ’s hard to eat Chinese food.

A bite of meat.

Fang Jifan's sad emotions came up: "What do you mean? Yang Biao, Shen Ao? Let me see."

"Don't look, don't look, it's all dead." Zhu Houzhao swallowed the note fortress into his stomach and swallowed it into his stomach.

Fang Jifan quickly grabbed the note and opened it, his eyes straightened.

Fortunately, it's not humiliating!

Great victory!

call……

Fang Jifan was full of sorrow, after all, he was his apprentice, a good boy, another guy, what's his name, right, called Yang Biao, although this man is a biao, it is also a living life.

But now, he only knew that it was Zhu Houzhao who was fooling himself.

Fang Jifan fang fang.

Zhu Houzhao was happy, but he embraced Fang Jifan with excitement and said, "Won, haha, we won. Those **** guys only know how to talk and eat Junlu, but they do n’t do anything about it, but Our town state government ... Dasheng, haha, old man, are you happy, are you happy? "

"I ... I ..." Fang Jifan felt that his neck was about to be strangled, his face was flushed, and his breathing was difficult: "I ... I am also very happy .............................."

Zhu Houzhao raised an eyebrow: "His mother ... those **** things, yes, they are hypocrites, hypocrites!" Fang Jifan was released.

Fang Jifan bowed, panting heavily.

Zhu Houzhao was pacing back and forth in the government hall with excitement, turning round and round: "A group of old dogs, see how this palace will clean up you!"

Wen Yansheng looked dumbfounded at Zhu Houzhao, who was full of vulgar words. Leng Lao was speechless for a long time, and shook his head. Hey, just, do n’t want to, do n’t stop, stop watching, eat meat!

Zhu Houzhao said rightly: "Lao Fang, what are you still doing, hurriedly, packing up, let's ... enter the palace!"

Flying the team, victory.

A victory was enough for Zhu Houzhao to raise his eyebrows. He wanted to see what those ministers who were full of Limin people should say.

He Fang Jifan cleaned up and entered the palace immediately. Along the way, he was extremely excited, and he looked up and down after taking out the note.

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Chongwen Temple.

Today is the day of preaching.

When talking about Qian Yun, the prince must be present.

The Hanlin officials and the lecturers of the East Palace all attended, teaching both the classics of His Majesty and the learning of His Royal Highness.

However ... Zhu Houzhao walked away the last time and was very unhappy with the Hanlins.

In particular, a group of young Hanlin and a group of lecturers led by Yang Tinghe in the East Palace were almost refuted by His Royal Highness.

In the hearts of these Hanlins, it is not a taste.

But there was no result.

His Majesty, for His Royal Highness, was still a bit indulgent. He did not punish His Highness.

The so-called son does not teach, and the father passes by. His Majesty did not do very well.

It's just that at this time they are not good to continue to investigate, what else can they say, the prince is the country, but His Majesty does not say anything, even if he persuaded hard, it would be futile.

Yang Tinghe arrived at the Chongwen Temple, only to see that there was no one above the crown prince's position, he understood what was going on.

His prince was arrogant, and he wouldn't come.

And His Majesty, with a normal face, he took Ouyang Zhi as usual.

This Ouyang attendant who is more and more often accompanied by His Majesty, Jane is in the emperor's heart, and among the many Hanlins, his grace is unusual.

This is enough to make people feel jealous.

However, for Ouyang academia, almost no one picks out a few faults, on character, known as a gentleman; on talent, is the champion; on merit, Zengdu governor Jinzhou military; and very few words ~ Never talk nonsense, this point, and his teacher, is simply two extremes.

Emperor Hongzhi seemed to have no account of the prince, but said, "Let's talk about it."

Shen Wenjie, a scholar at Hanlin University, nodded his head: "Today's talk is: Zi Lu asked Qiang. Your Majesty, can you?"

Zilu asked strong?

Emperor Hongzhi probably knows that this allusion comes from "The Doctrine of the Mean". Emperor Hongzhi said: "I have read it earlier, but I would like to know, Zhu Qing, what is your opinion. Today, let's talk about this article."

Shen Wendao: "May I ask Liu Yi, a bachelor of Hanlin Academy to speak."

Fang Jifan said: "The article by Liu Qing's family has always been beautiful, and its people are more stable. From his perspective, it can't be better."

Then Liu Yi was out of class, first of all, an act of sincerity and fear: "Fear of fear, but learning of the subject is nothing.

Emperor Hongzhi smiled at him.

Liu Yifang just cleared his throat: "Zi said, 'The strong and the strong in the south, the strong and the strong in the north, and the strong and strong? The gentle and gentle teaching, do not report no way, the strong in the south. The gentleman lives. , Die without boredom, and the strong in the north. The strong live in it. Therefore, the gentleman is harmonious and not flowing; strong Zaojiao. Neutral but not dependent; strong Zaojiao. Tao, unchanged until death; Qiang Zai Jiao. '"

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