The father and son came to a secluded place. Zhu Su took a few steps and came to Lao Zhu: "Father, what happened to the court again?"

"Court..." Lao Zhu's voice stopped and he was almost led by this guy. "What court! Let's talk about you first!"

"The Grand Principal Hall is a school in the palace! Is it for you to sleep?"

"I... am I not for you, my father?" Zhu Su activated his skills to turn the tables. "Aren't I busy writing down some things that may be useful in the past few days?"

"Mr. Song is like this every day, and his ministers are almost nerds."

"I must not copy all the things I can remember before I become stupid, which are related to the future destiny of my Ming Dynasty?"

"If I forget it, it will be a huge loss to my Ming Dynasty!"

Zhu Laowu shamelessly raises his value.

"Oh?" Old Zhu became interested indeed. "You have been copying these these days?"

"That's not!" Zhu Su quickly took the opportunity to exaggerate. "Father, I have worked hard for my son!"

"The morning class in Da Bentang is early, and it is late after school. When it comes to the yard, it is dark."

"There is only one Xiangdeng serving around us, and that old man is illiterate... My son always fights at night every night, and his eyes are blind!"

"Look, look, this is still red!"

As he said that, he opened his eyes to Lao Zhu.

"Oh! It's really a little red..." Old Zhu felt a little distressed. Zhu Biao behind him twitched speechlessly.

Did you stay up late and get hot? You obviously just woke up and fell asleep!

"Then what? Where are the things you copied?" Lao Zhu asked expectantly. He was at a loss for several days, but he needed some effective and immediate solutions.

When I went down to court, didn’t I just want to ask the fifth brother?

"Don't worry, Father." Zhu Su interrupted Lao Zhu's expectations.

"Father, should I fulfill what I promised me before?"

"Things?" Old Zhu frowned, but he didn't expect that Zhu Su would dare to talk to him about conditions. "What's the matter?"

"It's not something that's needed by the main hall!" Zhu Su said.

"When I come to the Grand Hall every day, how can I have time to recall the major events in my previous life? I'm afraid I'll forget them all in a while!"

"Didn't you agree to me? As long as you prove that I am a time traveler, you can be sure that I don't have to come to the Grand Hall..."

"When did we say it?" Old Zhu glared and his anger just now was recovered.

"We forgot to talk about you! We actually slept when we were in school!"

"Do you want to be ignorant?"

"I'm not learning yet?" Zhu Su screamed. "Father, in my previous life, I have been studying and going to school for nearly twenty years!"

"What's more, he is a traitor! He is teaching people in a roundabout way. I received compulsory education from later generations, and was born to be incompatible with the old masters!"

"How could I hear it!"

"Fifth brother! Don't speak wildly!" But Zhu Biao was unhappy. Song Lian was also his teacher. He always respected his teachers and regarded himself as a Confucian disciple.

Of course, I can't listen to Zhu Su's slandering his husband like this.

Zhu Su ignored him. Now is the critical moment for him to welcome the future lying peaceful life. He looked at the angry old Zhu with eager eyes and said earnestly: "Dad! Those Neo-Confucianism knowledge should not be used to teach.

Give it to the prince!”

"Look at what Zhu Xi said. What is 'preserving the principles of heaven and destroying human desires', and what is 'the king is the main body of the minister'."

"To put it bluntly, this is the knowledge taught to the ministers! It is used to imprison people's thoughts!"

"Is it suitable for people from our Zhu family?"

"Besides, this thing can't teach any true Confucianism, it's just a big cake of Taoism hanging high. Master Zhu himself has been passed down for a hundred years!"

"Fifth brother!" Zhu Biao was really unhappy. His teacher was a great scholar in Neo-Confucianism. The few words of Lao Wu almost cut off the fig leaf of Neo-Confucianism.

Lao Zhu was inexplicably shocked. He looked at Zhu Biao, thinking that Empress Ma had also said that Lao Wu had told her that Master Song's knowledge was too circumspect and was not suitable to teach Biaoer.

Lao Wu is reminding himself in a vague way?

Could it be that after Biao'er ascended the throne, he did something stupid because he was too circumspect?

Thinking of this, my thoughts couldn't help but float: corrupt officials in the late Ming Dynasty and stupid officials were everywhere. Could it be that it was because Biao'er believed those literati who spoke of benevolence, righteousness and morality that made such a good start?

Lao Zhu's face turned black in an instant!

"Dad...Dad?" Seeing that Dad suddenly glared at me, Zhu Biao looked confused. What's wrong with me? I just said Lao Wu's words...

Will love... disappear?

"Don't interrupt first!" Although I care about Zhu Biao's affairs, how could Lao Zhu not see Zhu Laowu's plan? He wanted to attack the east and lead the water to the east!

"What we are talking about now is that you don't study hard!"

"Let's not care. When you go back later, you must cook that little white face for us!"

"Or what if we were so old face, you brothers, would have lost all our old face!"

"Little White?" Zhu Su was stunned. He was just sleeping, so how could he know what kind of Little White White White? "Who?"

"It's Mr. Song's disciple." Zhu Biao was still kind after all. He was afraid that his father would lose his temper again, so he quickly gave a message. "The one I brought today."

"Oh. He." It seems that I heard that Master Song would bring a disciple of their age to come, saying that he would let them see the children who were studying outside.

When I came out, I did see a boy coming from behind.

"As long as you compare him, father, you will be sure that I won't use it for the Grand Principal Hall, right?" Zhu Su was ready to fight. Isn't it just to earn face for his father?

My master, I have some scientific problems and small experiments, and I am afraid that I can't lie down that indigenous boy from the Ming Dynasty?

When people travel through, they can start sects at will!

To deal with a young man, it is like killing a chicken with a slaughter!

"Whether it is used depends on your performance!" Old Zhu snorted coldly. "Anyway, if you can't cook."

"Don't mention not studying!"

"Fifth brother. Mr. Song's disciple is a famous prodigy in Beijing..." Zhu Biao couldn't help but remind.

"What's wrong with the child prodigy?" Zhu Su was full of confidence. "I am a time traveler, but I am a child prodigy!"

In this life, I am only in my teens.

Can there be more magical than me?

...

"How can I explain to the fifth prince, 'what is rich and noble people want'?" Song Lian asked.

The location is Dabentang Study, where Lao Zhu sat upright with a dark face. Song Lian sat in the side seat, and the group of princes below were like cats who had seen a mouse under Lao Zhu's stare, and they were all trembling.
Chapter completed!