Ming Dynasty: Zhu Di’s son, the living king of hell in the old Zhu family

Zhu Gaohua looked at him.

"You don't stay at home with your dad when you're okay, what are you doing here?" Zhu Gaohua asked.

"This..."

Zhu Zhanji opened his mouth, and for a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

Zhu Gaohua glanced at him.

Just one look scared Zhu Zhanji, and he was indeed a little afraid of his fourth uncle.

Because of his fourth uncle, he is known as the living king of Yan.

"Don't be nervous, say, what the hell is it for?"

Zhu Gaohua said.

"Actually, it's not a thing, my father asked me to come!"

Zhu Zhanji's eyes rolled and he quickly sold his father.

It's not about selling his dad, when daddy started, his dad pit him first.

And now Zhu Zhanji is just repaying the report.

"Your dad?"

Zhu Gaohua looked at him.

"What my father said, you were a poet immortal back then, and even the original Emperor Taizu Gao praised you for being very powerful!" Zhu Zhanji began to slap.

"Okay, don't say anything extraneous, what is the purpose of coming here?" Zhu Gaohua asked.

"In fact, it's not a thing, it's that Grandpa Huang rewarded my father with a painting and asked him to mention a poem, but my father couldn't mention it for a long time, so I wanted to ask the fourth uncle for help!"

Zhu Zhanji did not drag mud and water, and opened the painting while talking.

This is the picture of the tiger descending the mountain.

Zhu Zhanji looked at his fourth uncle and asked for help.

"Fourth Uncle, can you help me?" He asked.

When Zhu Zhanji's words fell.

Zhu Gaohua did not speak, and kept looking at the painting.

He just watched like that.

Zhu Zhanji also lowered his head and did not dare to say more, for fear of offending his fourth uncle.

If his fourth uncle doesn't help him, then forget it, only he can figure it out.

"Grind me!"

Zhu Gaohua said lightly.

"Okay, Fourth Uncle!"

Zhu Zhanji looked happy.

Then start grinding quickly!

His fourth uncle said so, then he was willing to help him.

Soon, he began to grind.

The painting was placed on a long stone table.

Zhu Gaohua took the pen and then dipped it in ink.

He looked at the painting, and then on it, he began to write it vividly.

Zhu Gaohua wrote, the pen is sharp!

The tiger is a hundred beasts, who dares to touch its anger?

Only parent-child love, step by step review!

This poem.

Zhu Gaohua wrote it vividly and finished it quickly.

Soon he finished writing thoroughly, looked at the painting, and smiled slightly.

"It's done!"

He put away the pen and looked at Zhu Zhanji.

"What do you think?" He asked.

Zhu Zhanji was already shocked!

He was speechless in shock, and opened his mouth again, his face full of disbelief.

"Fourth Uncle, you are too powerful!"

"This poem is so good, it's simply unbeatable!!"

Zhu Zhanji really admired his fourth uncle, his father was right, his fourth uncle is definitely a poetic immortal.

"Okay, put this painting away, can you go back to the business this time?" Zhu Gaohua asked.

"Well, you can make a difference, thank you Fourth Uncle this time!"

Zhu Zhanji's face was joyful, and his heart was also relieved.

"Remember this time, you owe me a favor." Zhu Gaohua said.

"I know, this favor, I will definitely return it in the future!"

He smiled slightly.

Soon he was seen walking away.

He held the painting and walked away with a happy face.

Zhu Gaohua shook his head gently.

The current Emperor Xuande is still too young.

However, he still has the ability, otherwise, he is sorry for Zhu Di's cultivation of him.

It's just that now he needs to hone and hone well.

"Big brother, your poem is amazing!"

Yinggou spoke.

"It's really good poetry, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to make such good verses." Hou Qing also spoke on the side.

Zhu Gaohua just smiled faintly.

"Master, I have something to ask for, I hope you can agree!"

Hou Qing suddenly said seriously.

"So serious, what the hell is going on?"

Zhu Gaohua asked.

He also wanted to know this Hou Qing, what exactly did he want to say? What exactly is it trying to express?

"I want to compare the flute with the master, I wonder if I can try it?" Hou Qing asked.

"Have you ever played the flute?"

Zhu Gaohua asked.

Hou Qing was slightly silent.

After he was silent for a long time, he said: "It has never been blown, but I believe that it will be able to blow well!" "

This Hou Qing is quite confident.

"In that case, you blow one and I'll listen." Zhu Gaohua said.

"If that's the case, then I'm not welcome!"

Hou Qing took the flute and began to play.

But blowing and blowing, he felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, because the sound of this flute was too ugly.

It's just unpleasant.

"You better stop, your blowing is really too ugly, wait until you learn almost and practice with me." Zhu Gaohua shook his head gently.

He was too lazy to pay any more attention to this Hou Qing.

"This is really strange, no matter what, I am also one of the four corpse ancestors, and I can't even blow the flute, why is that?"

He began to mumble.

But alas.

No one answered his question.

............

Han King Mansion.

Zhu Gaoxu sat there, a little uneasy.

Because Huangfuyun did not catch those Jing orphans, his heart was inexplicably a little uneasy.

Soon he received the news that Hao Shengsun had actually gone to the Yan King Mansion.

"This grandson will be courteous, so soon he will go to the fourth old!"

Zhu Gaoxu said coldly.

When he said this, his eyes also fluctuated a little.

No one knows what he thinks.

"You absolutely can't let that kid get in and out of the limelight in front of the fourth man, otherwise he won't be good!"

Zhu Gaoxu's eyes flashed and began to think of his own ideas.

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