"Good! Good! Good!"
"Third Brother is right!"
"In just a few words, he explained the foundation of the rise and fall of the dynasty!”
"We have to write them into the teachings of our ancestors, so that future generations of emperors can learn from them, implement benevolent policies, win the hearts of the people, and let the Ming Empire last forever!”
Zhu Yuanzhang clapped his hands and praised. These words were enough to be called classics. To the imperial family, they were no less than holy words. He planned to write them into the ancestral teachings so that future generations of emperors would remember these words forever.
Those who won the hearts of the people won the world. Water could carry a boat but it could also capsize it. The people were the foundation of a dynasty!
Zhu Xiong shook his head lightly.
Zhu Yuanzhang's plan was good, but it was still too idealistic.
It was impossible for a dynasty to last forever. It was already good enough to be able to prosper for 300 years. After the golden age, there would be a bad king. This was an unchanging principle.
The predecessors planted good trees for them, but the descendants did not want to work hard. They were greedy for enjoyment and abandoned the government, causing the dynasty to begin its decline and eventually perish.
However, Zhu Rong didn't say it out loud to dampen his spirits.
After all.
Who knew if this would happen a few hundred years later?
By then, everything would have nothing to do with Zhu Rong, and he would have long turned into a pile of dirt.
What he had to do was to live well in the present and grasp the present. In his lifetime, he would build the Ming Empire into a prosperous empire where the sun and moon shone, the four directions came to congratulate, and all countries came to worship!
"Brat, since you're idling at home every day, why don't you go to the directorate tomorrow and teach your younger brothers?”
"All of them are your senior fans and they worship you very much!”
Zhu Yuanzhang saw that Zhu Yao was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, and he analyzed the world's major events. He had the idea of letting him teach the princes and grandchildren.
He had been in exile since he was young and had never read a book. This had always been his regret.
Therefore, he attached great importance to the education of his sons. Whether it was Zhu Biao, Zhu Xi, Zhu Xi, Zhu Di, or Zhu Xi, Zhu Yuanzhang had all started from a young age and asked his teacher to teach them to read when they were very young.
Although Zhu Yuanzhang was born a peasant, he deeply understood the importance of reading!
Later, when he had the opportunity, he studied hard, practiced writing, and practiced calligraphy. He caught up with the latecomers and became a calligraphy master through his own efforts.
"Uh..."
"You want me to teach?"
Zhu Xiong looked at his father in shock and pointed at his own nose in disbelief.
He had never thought that Zhu Yuanzhang would actually assign him such a task.
"What's wrong?"
" Not willing?!"
"Those are your younger brothers, oh, and two nephews. They are the future of my Da Ming!”
Zhu Yuanzhang saw that Zhu Rong was a little stunned and unhappy. He glared at him and wanted to touch his boots.
Zhu Xiong's eyelids twitched.
艹!
Do you dare to use a new trick?
"Go! I must go!"
"But dad, I don't know how to teach people. I only know how to kill people on the battlefield!"
Zhu Xiong looked troubled. He had lived two lives, but he had never been a teacher, not even a tutor. Zhu Xiong felt that Zhu Yuanzhang was making things difficult for him!
"Alright, alright. Don't put on such a sissy look. I'm not asking you to teach him officially. Just go to the directorate and have a casual chat with him. Set an example and let them study harder.”
"It's settled then!"
"I'll get you the position of an assistant teacher at the directorate. Go on time tomorrow!”
Zhu Yuanzhang immediately made his decision. Then, he stood up and left, not giving Zhu Rong a chance to refute.
"Sigh!"
"What a bitter life!"
"After fighting for a lifetime, can't you just enjoy yourself? Why do you have to be a teaching assistant at the Imperial College?”
"As a son, he really has no human rights!”
Zhu Rong looked at Zhu Yuanzhang's back as he left. He lay back on the rattan chair, looking as if he had nothing to live for.
Xu Miaoyun burst into laughter when she heard Zhu Rong's words and saw his current appearance." Brother Zhu Rong, you're so funny. You've been fighting all your life. Guess how old you are. You're only a little over fifteen this year, not even sixteen!"”
"Fine, you actually dare to discredit your future husband. Watch me execute the family law-tickling the itch!”
Zhu Rong laughed evilly and reached out to scratch Xu Miaoyun's armpit.
" Hahaha! Hahaha!"
"I won't dare, I won't dare. Brother Zhu Rong, please spare my life!”
Xu Miaoyun collapsed into Zhu Rong's arms and begged for mercy. She was laughing so hard that tears were streaming down her face.
"It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
" Haha! Spare me! Haha! Brother Zhu Gang, please spare Miao Yun! Haha!"
The two engaged couples were playing around non-stop, and their happy laughter echoed in the backyard of the King Yan's residence.
......
The next day.
Zhu Rong arrived at the directorate on time. He was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon pattern. His face was as smooth as jade, and his temperament was noble.
He looked like an elegant young master, but he did not look like a general who had killed countless people on the battlefield and was invincible.
"Greetings, Your Highness!"
Song Lian, the Imperial College's sacrificial wine, brought Fang Xiaoru, the doctor of the Five Classics, Qi Tai, the director of the industry, Huang Zicheng, and other officials of the Imperial College to welcome Zhu and pay their respects.
"Teacher Song, there's no need to be so polite."
"There is no Prince of Yan today, only a directorate assistant!”
Zhu Rong quickly helped Song Lian up. He admired this old man who had devoted his life to reading, studying, and educating people.
"Hehe, this old man has long admired the talent and learning of His Highness the King of Yan!”
"The phrase 'Every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world' can become the words of a saint and the motto of the world!”
Song Lian had a good impression of Zhu Rong when he saw how humble he was.
"You flatter me. Song shi has truly defeated me. How would I dare to show off my knowledge in front of you?”
"I have read your masterpieces such as 'Preface to Sending Dongyang's Ma Sheng',' Difficulty on the Way','Wang Mian's studious' and 'Wuqi's Trustfulness'. I have gained a deep understanding and benefited a lot!”
What Zhu Xi said was the truth. Whether it was in his previous life or this life, Zhu Xi had learned all these articles, especially the Preface to Sending Dongyang to Ma Sheng.
Zhu Xi had spent countless days and nights carrying it, it was simply a nightmare!
If he said too much, it would be tears!
"Hehe, this clumsy work has made a fool of yourself, Your Highness!”When Song Lian heard about his works from Zhu Rong, although he sounded humble, he was already overjoyed.
As a scholar, who wouldn't want their works to be recognized?
Especially the famous King of Yan, Zhu Xi!
Zhu Xi and Song Lian walked into the directorate side by side. As for Qi Tai, Huang Zicheng, Fang Xiaoru, and Zhu Xi, they paid no attention to them.
Zhu Xi, who was familiar with history, knew that the three 'big names' were the ones who proposed the reduction of the vassal state to Zhu Yunwen.
It caused countless vassal kings of Ming Dynasty to be exiled, imprisoned, and killed.
Now that Zhu Xi was a vassal king, and the first vassal king of Ming Dynasty, if he were to develop according to the original history, he would definitely be the first person to be cut off!
Kill the chicken to warn the monkeys!
Naturally, the most powerful person would be the one to start!
Qi Tai, Huang Zicheng, and Fang Xiaoru were following behind Zhu Xi and Song Lian. They felt a strange chill and couldn't help but shiver. However, they didn't care. They thought that the weather was turning cold, so they tightened their clothes and quickly followed.
Little did he know…
They were already on Zhu Rong's kill list!
They arrived at the Imperial College's main hall.
The Second Prince, the Fourth Prince, and the Fifth Prince, Zhu Di, were all present. There were also the younger princes, Zhu Zhen, Zhu Zi, Zhu Chun, and Zhu Bai.
However, the two children who caught Zhu Rong's attention the most were still five or six-year-old children. One was the eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Xiongying, and the other was the famous Jianwen Emperor, Zhu Yunwen.
"Everyone, there is a new teaching assistant in the directorate today. I believe you are all very familiar with him, so I won't introduce him much.”
"Your Highness, please."
Song Lian came to the podium and said to the princes and grandchildren, then gave the podium to Zhu Rong.
"Third brother!"
"Third Brother!"
"Third Uncle!"
When the group of princes and uncles saw Zhu Rong, they were pleasantly surprised. They called him three different names.
"Brothers, nephews, I've been forced by my father to teach you.”
"But I really don't know how to teach it. Why don't you guys come up with a few difficult questions to make things difficult for me and chase me away?”
Zhu Xiong stood on the podium and shrugged his shoulders as he joked to the princes and grandchildren.
"No way!"
"Third Uncle is my idol!"
The five-year-old Zhu Xiong Ying quickly shook his head and looked at Zhu Rong with admiration.
"That's right! That's right!"
"Xiong Ying is right!"
"Third brother, you are our younger brother's idol. Tell us how to fight a war. In the main hall, we are always talking about the best of the best, so annoying!”
Zhu Di agreed. He didn't want to learn the Four Books and Five Classics or the Confucian classics. He loved the art of war and was very interested in Zhu Xiong's war experience.
"Third brother, we want to listen to war!"
"We want to hear you fight a bloody battle in Hongdu, sweep Zhang Shicheng, and attack the Mengyuan barbarians!”
The rest of the princes also followed Zhu Di's lead.
Although they were still relatively young, they were all men, especially since they were born in the royal family. They were hot-blooded and naturally interested in the battlefield.
"You want to hear about the war? Sure!"
"Let's start with the language."
"Your third brother has learned a lot of military tactics from brandishing words.”
Zhu Xiong looked at his innocent and cute younger brothers, and a mischievous thought appeared in his mind. He had never planned to teach these princes anything, and he didn't know how to teach them.
However, since he was here, he couldn't come for nothing. It wasn't bad to tell them some jokes.
Zhu Xi, Zhu Zhen, Zhu Chun, Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Yunwen and the others didn't know what Zhu Xi was thinking. When they heard that Zhu Xi was going to talk about war from the Analects of Confucius and even understand the art of war, they were all confused.
"Confucius said: Since you're here, you should take it easy. Do you know what that means?" Zhu Xiong asked everyone.
"Third Uncle, I know what Sage Kong means by this. Since we have recruited them, we must settle them down!”Zhu Xiongying immediately raised his little hand in response to his idol's question.
"Wrong!"
"What this means is that since you've lured them here, let's bury them here!”
Zhu Xiong immediately retorted and said the correct answer!
？？？
！！！
Whether it was Zhu Di, Zhu Wei, Zhu Zhen, Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Yunwen, or Song Lian, Qi Tai, Huang Zicheng, Fang Xiaoru, and the other directorates, they were all dumbfounded!
His head was filled with question marks!
His face was filled with amazement!
This was f * cking…
The Analects of Confucius could be explained in this way?
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