The visitor was dressed in a red robe, showing his youthful vigor, and his hair was tied up with a silver crown, which showed his style.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his grandson in front of him and felt satisfied everywhere.

The only flaw is that he looks too much like his father.

"Zhu Laoer, how virtuous and capable are you?"

He couldn't help but sigh in a low voice, but no one heard him.

This time, Zhu Shangbing was supposed to hold a banquet for his great achievements, but because of the delay on the day of his assassination, he asked the Ministry of Rites to postpone the banquet for a few days.

Not long after we left, I became a lot taller. In this regard, Qin Laoer was as strong as an ox.

"Where's your dad?"

Thinking of that bastard, he got very angry, and now the child didn't even accompany him when he came to visit him.

When Zhu Shangbing heard this, his smile stiffened and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

It wasn't like last time that the cheap dad was beaten to a pig's head, and now he was too embarrassed to see anyone. He couldn't help but think, could beating his son really be the true legacy of the old Zhu family?

"Grandpa Huang, my grandson is here to ask for something."

He did not forget the real purpose of coming here and said to the person above.

Hearing Zhu Shangbing's request, Zhu Yuanzhang opened his eyes and looked at him, thinking about what kind of reward he would ask for, but he could not figure it out for a long time.

He simply raised his hand to signal him to stand up and spoke directly.

"But it doesn't matter."

Unexpectedly decisive, Zhu Shangbing pretended to be melancholy, first saying that the cheap daddy had not been sleeping well recently, drank heavily and was extremely unreliable in his work.

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded repeatedly after hearing this, agreeing with his conclusion.

Seeing this, Zhu Shangbing completely showed off his cards and revealed the reason for the future.

"My grandson wants to go back to the fiefdom with his father."

There was silence in Fengtian Hall.

Even Du Andao, who was fanning Zhu Yuanzhang, subconsciously stopped the movements of his hands and raised his eyes to look at Zhu Shangbing. The emotions inside were indescribably complicated.

This little ancestor really doesn’t live up to expectations! I don’t want this if I want anything.

The superiors clearly had no such intention but insisted on suggesting it. At least it was just because of the homesickness, but at worst it was because of ulterior motives.

Hold it back, this is Zhu Laoer's son, it's normal!

Although Zhu Yuanzhang still had a smile on his face, the veins on his forehead had popped out, and he kept scolding Zhu Xi in his heart. The son he gave birth to was already so outstanding, why didn't he give him some insight?

Is this what should be said?

But thinking of Zhu Shangbing's outstanding achievements in the Emperor Simulator, he calmed down his anger and turned to a mournful expression, and his voice was slightly sad.

"Shang Bing, you also know that we are quite old. Yunwen is now the grandson and needs to learn to handle government affairs. Yunxi is not in good health and cannot come often."

"You are the only one in this palace that the old man can talk to. Now that you have to leave, what should we do?"

This inexplicable reaction really confused Zhu Shangbing.

So you are this kind of Hongwu Emperor?

Seeing that Zhu Shangbing didn't express anything for a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang could only place his hope on the person next to him.

Du Andao saw Zhu Yuanzhang winking behind his back, and he understood and started to fool around with him.

"Your Highness, you don't know that since you left and sealed His Majesty the Grandson, His Majesty's side has become very deserted. Even the palace has become lifeless and lacked vitality."

It all depends on the support of peers.

Seeing Du Andao's exaggerated expression, Zhu Yuanzhang was still secretly happy in his heart.

Who knows...

Zhu Shangbing was a little shaken and wanted to lift up Du Andao, who had fallen to his knees to beg him, but stubbornly took it back and turned his head away.

Seeing that he had already reacted, Du Andao took advantage of the victory and pursued him, playing hard to get.

"If it's possible, I beg you, I beg you to stay. As the saying goes, filial piety is...forget it, if His Highness is in trouble, that's all. It's because I'm talking too much."

At this point, Zhu Shangbing was too embarrassed to refuse.

Fortunately, at this time, Zhu Yuanzhang suddenly returned to his previous demeanor. After coughing twice to attract attention, he suddenly took out the box.

He opened it by himself and found a delicate short knife inside.

"This is a gift for you. There is a banquet in two days and you must be there. Also, Yunwen is holding a poetry meeting this afternoon. If you want to go, you might as well..."

Zhu Yuanzhang had something to say. He hoped that Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Shangbing could support each other.

but……

Why is the man in front of me so looking forward to it? Could it be that he had planned it in advance.

Zhu Shangbing's eyes lit up, he took the box with a smile and said.

"The grandson will be there."

…

Imperial Garden Poetry Society.

Looking at the beautiful scenery here, the talented people who were invited recited poems one after another.

They were saying some literate words, which made Zhu Shangbing want to punch them twice.

Arty.

Scholars and warriors despise each other. The former despises warriors for their recklessness, and to put it bluntly, they are stubborn, while the latter laughs at the scholar for his inability to lift his hands.

Zhu Shangbing appeared in the imperial garden, standing out like a flock of chickens.

The emperor's grandson was present and could suppress him, so the talented people here couldn't help but laugh at him.

"As long as the martial artist goes back to practice, why come here to find happiness?"

"It is said that Prince Qin's studies are excellent, but they are not as bad as you say."

"That being said, who knows whether it is true or false."

…

This group of people was really bold, and Zhu Shangbing did not get angry.

He walked up to the person with the loudest voice, picked up the poem he had written and smiled.

But that's it.

When these four words came out of his mouth, all the talented people were stunned.

I didn't expect to be criticized by a martial artist who looked down upon me, especially since he was so popular and his face turned red.

"Why do you say my poetry is not good?"

As soon as this question came out, Zhu Shangbing laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

The movement here quickly attracted Zhu Yunwen's attention, and the contrast between the two was too obvious.

The moon is praised by all the stars and criticized by all.

Zhu Shangbing looked at the chattering man and said with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"If it's not good, it's not good."

Is it possible that the person invited by Taisun is just an ordinary person? He is well-known in Yingtian.

Who knew it would end up like this.

Regardless of the status gap, he immediately thrust the pen into Zhu Shangbing's hand and shouted angrily.

"Come if you can."

The rest of the people saw that things were getting into trouble and hurriedly stepped forward to dissuade them.

"Don't embarrass His Royal Highness, not everyone can do poetry."

No matter you win or lose, someone will be cheated, so it's hard to have both.

One is a talented man, the other is a prince.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Shangbing's voice suddenly sounded, and he took the sentence.

"Okay, I'll do it then."

The person just now wrote about plum blossoms, but it was very tacky and completely different from what he had learned in the textbook.

The reason why Zhu Shangbing was so excited in Fengtian Palace was naturally because he was about to experience a must-have plot for time travellers.

Over the past five thousand years, there have been so many good poems.

Now that he's here, he can't live up to the knowledge in his head, so he picks up his pen and writes.

Everyone around them had a little curiosity in their eyes. They had only heard from King Qin that the prince loved reading, but he had never seen any good poems and lines come out. Now he could see it with his own eyes.

It's not worth the trip.

Soon Zhu Shangbing stopped writing and leaned aside, letting the group of people come to the table.

The man who had just ridiculed Zhu Shangbing looked shocked and took a few steps back while looking at the poem above.
Chapter completed!