In the side hall of Jingren Palace in the East Palace, Zhu Yunxi put down his pen and secretly looked out the window while Fang Xiaoru, Liu Sanwu and other bachelors were checking his homework in the outer room.

The warm sunshine in winter makes people feel a little lazy, but the cold-resistant plum blossoms in the garden are still so beautiful under the winter sunshine.

Weather like this shouldn't be a day for reading. Instead, you should lie on a rocking chair, cover yourself with a blanket, and bask in the sun leisurely.

But since he was established as the crown prince, such a leisurely life suddenly disappeared from his life. Zhu Yunxi could no longer go to the university to study. Instead, he was taught alone by the bachelors of Zhan Shifu in the East Palace every day.

Moreover, the attitude of these bachelors in teaching him now is fundamentally different from when he was a prince before. It is more strict, more unsmiling, and more unkind.

Yesterday, Zhu Yunxi just wrote in his policy statement that a large country must always have elites to expand its territory. This morning he was warned by several Hanlin scholars in unison.

"The country is so big that it will perish without a war. Does Your Highness Taisun want to be Emperor Yang of Sui Dynasty?"

At that time, Zhu Yunxi was almost spitted on by several old masters. It was terrifying to think about that scene.

In fact, these people are not pedantic, and they certainly do not naively think that relying on the Four Books and Five Classics can bring peace to the world. But they understand that war always brings a heavy burden to the people, and the task of the king is to nourish the people, not

Remnant people.

Zhu Yunxi really wanted to tell them that if we go to war, we can go out and rob them! Military expenses can be recovered from others! But he didn't dare. If he really said it, he would definitely get a lot of shouting.

If someone else criticizes him, the old man will naturally step forward. But when his teacher criticizes him, the old man will not only not stand up for his criticism, but he will also say that the criticism is good.

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In some later generations, when Zhu Yunxi was disobedient in school, his grandfather gritted his teeth and told the teacher that he would be beaten hard if he disobeyed.

The scenery outside the window is beautiful, with the warm sun and gentle breeze blowing, and the shadows of the flowers stretching gently.

Outside the study, a row of guards stood like javelins.

The leader is Fu Youde's son Fu Rang, and then the Liao brothers. The tall and burly one who is a little alienated from the other guards, but does not look sideways, is none other than Zhang Fu, who was recruited from King Yan.

Since arriving at the East Palace, Zhang Fu has become a wooden man, doing whatever he is asked to do, not talking much, keeping a straight face every day, without any of the heroic spirit he had on the school field that day.

"Stubborn enough!" Zhu Yunxi looked at Zhang Fu's shadow and smiled, "You are loyal to King Yan, right? Haha!"

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a voice in my ears. I quickly sat up straight and pretended to write a policy.

"Your Highness, are you distracted?" Fang Xiaoru's old-fashioned voice sounded at the door.

Zhu Yunxi raised his head, "No..."

"Be careful not to have any distractions when you study. Your Highness is connected with the country and the country, with tens of thousands of people. How can you slack off!" Fang Xiaoru slowly took out the ruler.

Behind Zhu Yunxi, Wang Shai and Pu Wuyong, who were standing solemnly in the corner, trembled together.

"Come here!" Fang Xiaoru growled.

The two personal eunuchs of Zhu Yunxi looked at each other, walked over slowly, and stretched out their hands.

There was a crisp sound, and Zhu Yunxi was confused.

After being beaten, Wang Shai's whole body was trembling as if there was an electric shock.

"As a close servant of the Crown Prince, you do not advise your master to learn from others. When your master is distracted, you do not say a word to remind him whether he should be beaten or not!" Fang Xiaoru asked.

Wang Shai's hands were trembling and he gritted his teeth, "It's time to hit!"

There was another snap, and Pu Wuyong almost jumped up.

"You have been greatly favored by the emperor, and you are able to serve the prince in his study despite your incomplete body. Why don't you do your best!" Fang Xiaoru continued.

Pu Wuyong's voice trembled, "This slave deserves to be beaten!"

Zhu Yunxi was the crown prince, so no one dared to hit him. If he wanted to hit him, he would hit those around him. Wang Shai and Pu Wuyong suffered so much that their palms were swollen like pig's trotters these days.

"Although Your Highness is talented and has lofty ambitions, when it comes to studying, you need to be down-to-earth and not leave anything to chance!" Fang Xiaoru Surong said to Zhu Yunxi, "Compared with state affairs, studying is easy. Now that His Highness is slacking off in studying, it will be difficult to deal with state affairs in the future.

It will be so.”

"Your Highness is slacking off in studying, and it is the fault of the ministers. If you are slacking off in handling state affairs in the future, whose fault will it be? Please give your Highness a clear warning."

Strict teachers produce good disciples, and what they say is right. You are half-hearted in studying and cannot develop a down-to-earth character. When you become an emperor in the future, how can you manage the country down-to-earth?

"Sir, what you said is that I have been taught a lesson!" Zhu Yunxi stood up and bowed slightly.

Fang Xiaoru turned sideways, without being polite, nodded and said, "Knowing your mistakes can make a lot of improvements. Today's homework is to ask Your Highness to write a policy statement!" After saying that, he paused and said, "The King's Rebellion!"

Western Jin Dynasty, Sima family rebellion?

Could it be that this title is referring to something?

"I remember it!" Zhu Yunxi said.

Fang Xiaoru nodded again, then straightened out his clothes, and bowed solemnly, "Your Highness, the grandson of the Emperor, it's time to study today. I will take my leave!"

Phew, Zhu Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief, and get out of class was finally over.

Later, the bachelors in the outer room did the same. After bowing one by one, they slowly left.

"Does it hurt?" After they left, Zhu Yunxi asked the two unlucky guys who had been beaten.

He didn't even dare to ask about this matter in front of the Hanlin bachelors. If those old masters saw that he cared about the eunuch, they would jump up again.

Does His Highness Taisun not know about the chaos caused by the Shi Changshi? Doesn’t he know that the eunuchs in the late Tang Dynasty were in power and brought trouble to the world? How can eunuchs be human beings?

"It doesn't hurt!" Pu Wuyong looked at the palms of his hands that were as swollen as his front hooves and said against his will.

Wang Shai was more talkative, "Being beaten is a blessing for the slaves. It's too late for the slaves to be grateful, so how can it hurt?"

"Let's go to the martial arts arena!" Zhu Yunxi stood up and stretched without any image.

The two eunuchs beside him suddenly looked like translators carrying box cannons, their little eyes darting around, fearing that some bachelor would come out of the corner.

Grandson of the Emperor, you cannot yawn and stretch at the same time, it is against etiquette!

"I'm waiting to see His Highness Taisun!" Outside the study, dozens of guards paid their respects.

Later, Zhu Yunxi was in front, and two eunuchs were behind. These guards followed behind with swords in hand.

"Zhang Fu!" Zhu Yunxi said as he stepped out.

"I'm here!" Zhang Fu said respectfully.

Zhu Yunxi looked at him and said as he walked, "Do you feel wronged by being an errand beside me?"

Zhang Fu was shocked and said, "I don't dare!"

"Gu loves your bravery and your talent, so I transferred you from King Yan to accompany Gu." Zhu Yunxi sneered, "Gu is the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, and he is the crown prince's trusted bodyguard. No matter how many people ask for it, you can't get it.

Ever since you came to Gu's side, you've been like a wooden figure, like a decoration. Does being Gu's bodyguard make you feel inferior to your talents?"

"I don't dare!" Zhang Fu's head was dripping with cold sweat.

If given a choice, he would of course want to return to Peiping, return to his family, and go back to the border to start a war with Beiyuan. Besides, he was born in the Yan vassal, and he was deeply imprinted with the King of Yan, so he naturally did not want to get close to Zhu Yunxi.

"Since you have been by Gu's side, Gu has shown your heart to me, and everyone else has given you everything they have, but have you ever been mean to you? But in your heart, do you really regard Gu as your king?"

These words were so serious that Zhang Fu was already lying on the ground, not daring to raise his head.

"I know that you are an old member of Yan Fan, and you are thinking of the old master in your heart. But you have to know that you, the Zhang family, are ministers of the Ming Dynasty, not personal ministers of Yan Fan!" Zhu Yunxi said again, "As the saying goes, a thousand gold can buy a horse's bones.

Gu loves your talents, appreciates you and promotes you, and what you get in exchange is your superficial respect and inner alienation. If something happens in the future, how can Gu count on you? In your heart, Gu is not as good as King Yan?"

"Your Highness, I deserve death for my crime!"

"One death is enough, how about ten thousand deaths!" Zhu Yunxi sneered, "Think about it for yourself, whether what you have done since you came to Gu's side is worthy of Gu's promotion and appreciation of you. If you feel that in Gu

If you feel uncomfortable around me, just say it directly, you are not the only good man in the world, Zhang Fu, you are also a tough guy and you are not sweet at all!"

After saying that, Zhu Yunxi walked away.

Zhang Fu knelt on the ground, his body soaked with cold sweat.

Every word Zhu Yunxi said reflected his thoughts. When he was with the crown prince, his intention was to be a monk and ring the clock, not to be in the limelight and to be a transparent person.

As a minister, this is extremely disrespectful.

At this time, a big hand pulled him up, and when he turned around, he saw that it was Fu Rang, "Brother, His Highness scolded you because he was thinking about you. Think about it for yourself, is it what His Highness said these days? You talk to a fool every day.

It's as if you're kicking your ass, saying something and moving, as if someone owes you something."

"We are all ministers. As ministers, we should be grateful to the emperor. We are just warriors. It is our blessing that His Highness Taisun is close to us. Why don't you know what is good and what is good?"

"You know why you came to the palace, don't you? His Highness Taisun spared King Yan from being disrespectful for you. This kind of kindness and respect cannot be exchanged for your sincerity!"

Zhang Fu looked at the sincere man in front of him and remained silent.

Up ahead, Zhu Yunxi had already arrived at the martial arts arena, and several young princes had already been shouting and screaming. When they saw Zhu Yunxi, they couldn't wait to step forward and talk about the power of firearms.

There have been firearms drills in the martial arts field these days, and the princes, princes, and grandsons are also eye-opening, especially the fire blunderbuss, which are hard to put down.

Zhu Yunxi was a soldier in his previous life, so he was naturally obsessed with firearms.

The Ming Dynasty's fire blunderbuss is still a very primitive blunderbuss with a mouthpiece, a long-barreled fire gun, etc., which is the most basic prototype of a musket. There is a wooden handle at the back and a firing barrel in the front. There is no trigger and the gunpowder is fired. The fired projectiles are also

They are different, some are lead bullets, and some are filled with iron sand.

Probably due to metal smelting, the air-tightness of gunpowder is not very good when fired, and the range and power of the fire blunderbuss are also insufficient.

However, do not underestimate the wisdom of the ancients, especially the wisdom of war.

Three thousand firearms, campfire and muskets, can often be used by surprise when used to defend a city or rely on parapets to block cavalry. Three thousand people use a three-stage shooting method. It is said that this method was invented by Mu Ying during his reign in Yunnan.
To be continued...