. "Dragons and phoenix dance?" Zhu Yijun's crisp voice was like a bell jingle. He looked up at Feng Bao, and opened his big black eyes and said, "Big companion, can you be a good emperor if you write well?"

"This is certain," Feng Bao spoke in a very loud tone: "A good emperor must have the ability to do civil and military affairs. In this civil and cultural heritage, one must have good calligraphy. People stand in the world, and their characters are signs. How can they be done if they can't write well?" As he said that, he looked at Zhang Juzheng and said, "You said yes, Mr. Zhang?" Because Zhang Juzheng and others were the teachers of Emperor Longqing, they are now teaching the prince, so people in the palace call him the old man.

Zhu Yijun and others saw Zhang Juzheng coming, so they jumped off their seats and saluted the old man. Zhang Juzheng received half a greeting from the prince and asked them to go back to their seats, and then worshiped Zhu Yijun with the courtesy of the king and the ministers.

After the teachers and students settled down, Zhu Yijun threw the same problem to Zhang Juzheng.

"Haha..." Although Zhang Juzheng and Feng Bao were in a quarrel, he believed that the emperor's education was related to the future of the Ming Dynasty, so he would not just agree with him. But he would not let Feng Bao go to Taiwan. After a pause, he smiled and said, "I want to ask, what does the prince think?"

"You Tao is like a person. If the handwriting is written well, it is definitely very important." Zhu Yijun thought for a while and frowned and said, "But if you say that you can become a good emperor by writing well, I don't know that Emperor Gaozu of Han, Emperor Taizong of Tang, Emperor Taizu of Song, and our Emperor Taizu of Taizu are all the best emperors, but they can only say that they are proficient in writing and writing, and their writing is absolutely not good."

Zhang Juzheng and Feng Bao were both a little surprised. They didn't expect that a child who was only ten years old could say such wise words. The latter was so embarrassed that his face turned red: "The prince was extremely talented, and I was convinced. But what the prince just pointed out was all the founding emperors, and of course they were mainly martial arts. The Emperor Taiping was mainly based on civil governance."

"", this question is a bit complicated for ten-year-old Zhu Yijun. He frowned and thought for a long time. He didn't figure out what it means. He could only look at Zhang Juzheng with help and said, "Old sir, what do you think."

Zhang Juzheng first looked at Feng Bao apologetically, meaning that he offended him. Then he said to Zhu Yijun: "What Eunuch Feng said just now is that calligraphy is a sign of literary governance, and this is reasonable. As the crown prince of Taiping, he cannot make any move, which is indeed a joke for future generations." As he said that, he smiled at Zhu Yijun: "But Prince, you are talented and willing to study hard. Judging from your current age, you have achieved some success in calligraphy, and you will definitely not be wrong in the future."

"But you are the crown prince, and you will be the emperor in the future. Since ancient times, the wise lords have governed the world with virtue, rather than calligraphy. Therefore, you should always practice calligraphy without any fluctuations, but in order to hone your mind, you do not pursue calligraphy. Because the exquisite calligraphy is of no benefit to the people. For example, Emperor Cheng of Han, Emperor Liangyuan of Liang, Emperor Chen of Houzhu, Emperor Yang of Sui, Emperor Huizhu of Southern Tang, Emperor Huizong of Song, and Emperor Ningzong of all, they are all great calligraphers, musicians, painters, poets and lyrics. "Just because they are addicted to art, so that the government does not practice, some suffer the tragedy of the country's destruction." As he said, he emphasized: "After all, calligraphy is the category of art, not the pursuit that the lord of a country should have. Your Highness should take the ancients as a warning!"

The reason for the advice was simple and undeniable. "The little prince nodded repeatedly." The little adult gathered his head and said, "What the old man taught me is that I almost went astray!" As he said that, he stretched out his hand and twisted Feng Bao and said, "Big companion, learn from the old man, don't always make progress."

Feng Bao was not very angry. "If someone else had dismantled his own platform, he would have been angry and wanted to find the place back, but Zhang Juzheng was different." He was his ally for many years, so he could only smile bitterly: "Mr. Zhang is a great scholar of the scholars of the sects." How can a servant compete with him?"

"Old man lectures" you listen to it together." The little prince pushed him and stopped him from making noise, and then sat upright and said, "Please start speaking." The three children who accompanied him to study also sat upright and looked at Zhang Juzheng without blinking a glance." He was afraid that a word would be missed.

Zhang Juzheng nodded and checked yesterday's homework. After the prince and his companions had finished reading, it was already unscripted. Because he was prone to sleepiness at this time, he did not tell those boring things. Instead, he asked the students to open a book and talk about "Tongjian" to the prince... Zhang Juzheng was as careful as a hair. Considering the child's interest, he ordered people to draw the stories on Tongjian into pictures and then print them into books. Whenever the prince was tired of reading, he would tell a story, and then inspire him to think about the right and wrong of the ancients. Finally, he commented on it and told the prince the truth that the king should understand "in the most simple and vivid language".

This method of learning and entertainment is very different from the cramming teaching of this era. It is naturally very popular with the prince. Even the old man Zhang Juzheng is more popular with the young prince than other old men... And the prince dislikes the most is the fierce and tall bearded man, which has a lot to do with Feng Bao saying bad things all day long.

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The time of happiness is always short. After Mr. Zhang’s class is finished, the Shi lecturer Shen Shixing will teach the Prince’s "The Analects of Confucius". After Zhang Juzheng finished packing up his books, a little eunuch was waiting at the door and invited him to his ear room.

After Zhang Juzheng entered, there was no one in the room. The eunuch poured tea for him and left. He was not in a hurry and sat steadily to drink tea.

After a while, Feng Bao came, his fair face was full of worries. In terms of age, he was four or five years older than Zhang Juzheng, but because he was a man and a woman, and was well maintained, there was no wrinkle on his white and round face, which looked young.

Seeing Zhang Juzhengan sitting there drinking tea, he said with a smile: "Oh, uncle, brother," Are you really calm, do you know why I went out halfway?"

Zhang Juzheng shook his head and said, "It must be something."

"Of course there is something wrong." Feng Bao sat next to him, picked up the tea that Zhang Juzheng poured for him, and sucked it politely." He smiled bitterly: "Zhang Siwei went to the Wenshu room in person to check where Zhang Ji's bulletin was. "The children didn't dare to be self-dedicated, so they called me back."

"Did you give it to him?" Zhang Juzheng asked in a deep voice.

"Can I give it? There is no red letter on the chapter. Wouldn't it be filled with it when he sees it?" Feng Bao shook his head and said, "It's a big taboo to clamp the memorial. Don't say that I am the one who holds the pen, even if it's a palm print," he couldn't afford it." As he said, put down the teacup and said, "I told him that he would have sent it to the emperor long ago."

"Did he believe it?" Zhang Juzheng said.

"So what if you don't believe it? Now the emperor is sick. Can he ask?" Feng Bao smiled proudly and then said bitterly: "But this excuse will not take a few days. As long as the next time the right thing is right, Gao Huzi or Zhang Siwei asks, Bao Bao looked at Zhang Juzheng and said: "This matter is over."

"Yes," Zhang Juzheng nodded and said, "It's too much, too little, and that Zhang Ji was almost scared. I asked someone to find him and asked him to submit a memorial to apologize, and said that everything was told by him. "Now I find that the matter is getting big, I feel deeply regretful... As long as I promise not to deal with him, I believe he will agree."

"Brother Taiyue is a good method." Feng Bao finally put his heart back in his stomach and said, "A hundred steel can be transformed into softness around his fingers!"

"There is another thing." Zhang Juzheng shook his head and smiled, and said in a low voice: "The memorial sent by the cabinet" was planned to deal with Liu Fenyong and Cao Dadian. The plan was to dismiss the auxiliary ministers "and to demote the transfer from other positions."

"Ah, Feng Bao was anxious and said, "If you want to deal with it like this, then others will not dare to impeach Gao Beizi in the future!"

"No," Zhang Juzheng nodded and said, "You are the one who is fighting, killing the chicken to warn the monkey, the idea..."

"What should I do?" The two of them discussed the matter, and basically Zhang Juzheng made the decision. Feng Baozhao did... Although Eunuch Feng is a Hanlin among the eunuchs, he is still more than one mile away from the real Hanlin.

"It doesn't matter, I've thought about it." Zhang Juzheng said in xiong: "Change the content of the ticket to Cao Dadian. "It doesn't matter if you say anything wrong, and it's transferred to other positions."

"Wonderful", Feng Bao is not a stupid person, he can only say something: "In this way, the meaning has not been changed a lot." But all the key points have been changed..." As he said, he savored it carefully: "It's not good, this change" removed the meaning of expelling Gao Bei. That is to say, he was not out of the way because of impeachment of Gao Gong, but because his words were a bit arrogant and the evidence was not solid enough: and the downgrade was also changed," which means that he was transferred to the same level. This should be at ease."

"The father-in-law's income is right..." Zhang Juzheng nodded and took a tea ceremony: "But the pass is, "Can you pass the emperor's level?"

"No big problem," Feng Bao said confidently: "The emperor is sick. I will read it quickly. If the pronunciation is a little vague, I will definitely not be able to hear the difference." He said, "It's just that I can't help but lose my beard this time. I really lost my wife and my army."

"It doesn't matter." This is just a test." Zhang Juzheng said lightly: "At least it's certain, we two add up" and we can't beat a tall beard."

"Will he doubt you?" Feng Bao said with some concern. Zhang Juzheng was his spiritual pillar, the foreign court aid. If he had no help from him, he would definitely be forced to death by the tall beard.

"Of course he doubted me, but it doesn't matter." Zhang Juzheng shook his head and said, "Gao Gong is so coaxing, I will try to make him think it's someone else's."

"Can he believe it?" Feng Bao didn't believe it. In his opinion, Gao Gong must have known about the traffic between him and Zhang Juzheng for a long time, so how could he win the trust of him again?

"I have my own way." Zhang Juzheng smiled and said, "Don't worry."

"Oh..." Feng Bao sighed and said, "Gao Huzi is so favored. I understand this time. As long as the emperor is in one day, we can't beat him."

Ju Zheng nodded, and his face was deep, as if he was considering something.

"By the way, what do you think about Mr. Chen returning to Beijing?" Feng Bao also pondered for a while, and then spoke first: "This time the emperor didn't seem to have heard of Gao Bei's beard." Are you planning to keep him to check and balance his surname Gao?"

"One is the chief minister and the Tianguan for three years, the other is a powerful minister and has great military achievements and strong strength. Both of them are powerful ministers, and we cannot defeat them." Zhang Juzheng said in a mixed mood: "Only by letting them fight each other, the result of the fight will inevitably be to die together!"

"At that time, uncle and brother will be the chief assistant." Feng Bao smiled complimentedly, but saw that Zhang Juzheng was unmoved, he had to say embarrassedly: "But how can they fight?"

"There is a saying that one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers." If the emperor has been in good condition, these two people will sooner or later, we just need to wait and see." Zhang Ju said solemnly: "If it were the emperor," the situation would be complicated. Not only them, but also us will be involved. In the end, no one will be sure who will win or lose." He said, "Everything now depends on the emperor's health."

"Talk about the emperor..." Feng Bao thought for a while and decided to make a decision to talk to Zhang Juzheng. He looked back at the closed door and lowered his voice, "Brother Taiyue, I think the emperor will not have a long life."

"Is it because of a terminal illness?" Zhang Juzheng said in shock: "No! In the afternoon, the emperor also sent someone to the cabinet to explain the morning's affairs." He said that he was cured now and he could go to court soon."

"This is true," Feng Bao sneered, his eyes becoming more and more unpredictable: "As for the emperor's illness, I specifically asked the civilian doctors secretly, and they all said that this disease was not cured."

"You mean" the sores on the emperor's hand?" Zhang Juzheng's shock on his face was not a pretender. Although he knew that Longqing was Gao Gong's backer, the heaven, earth, the king, and the family, and the teachers were already engraved in his bones, making him unable to be as cold as Feng Bao.

"During the Spring Festival, only one grew on the back of the hand, which was only as big as a pea. A few days later, it was the size of a copper coin, and it also flowed. "The yellow one, when it flowed, the sores grew there. The sores on the hand had more than a dozen, at first, only the right hand, and later the left hand also grew." The emperor's condition was the highest secret at any time, so later generations could only guess what kind of disease a certain emperor had by imagination. But Feng Bao offered treasures to Zhang Juzheng without hesitation: "There are only five people who know about this, except for the Imperial Hospital. Queen Li, I, Li Quan, and uncle brother, even Meng He didn't know."

"I heard from your description that 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 get syphilis?"

"It's all Meng He's bastards!" Feng Bao secretly felt fortunate. In fact, when he was a manager in the Qing Palace, he often took the emperor out to mess around.
Chapter completed!