Back to Ming Dynasty as Zhu Biao

Chapter 473

"Your Majesty is angry." Yuan Bao looked at Zhu Biao and comforted him, "The prince is young, and being stubborn is common."

Zhu Biao stopped and didn't know what to say for a while, so he sighed and said, "Go for a walk with me."

As the sun was setting, three young men came out from the gate of the palace, one of them was very handsome.

"Go, follow me to have a look."

Zhu Biao walked forward quickly, and after just a few steps, he saw outside the shop of the Royal Group, many people lined up to eat hot and sour noodles. Looking along the street, several franchise stores of hot and sour noodles have formed a bond. This is also thanks to the foundation laying of the Shen family.Furthermore, the shops of the Royal Group bundled many businessmen together in a disguised form in terms of interests.

Because of the beginning of his first voyage to the West, Zhu Biao has used chili peppers in hot pot and barbecue in recent years.

Qinhuai River is the most lively at night.

"Grandpa, sit upstairs."

"Oh, sir, the girls are upstairs."

Zhu Biao left quickly, besides the showgirls showing off on the street, there was also the night market at night which became a must.

Before the curfew, grilled meat, grilled vegetarian skewers, and grilled chicken wings were all the fastest, and together with the fruit wine from the Shenjia Winery, it became the mainstay of the night market.

The nearby officials and eunuchs would order takeaways if they were inconvenient to come out. This is Zhu Biao’s deliveryman, who can give them more than a dozen cash for each order, referred to as “Daming’s Express Delivery.”

There were barbecues on both sides of the road, Zhu Biao moved his nose, and then continued walking.

The common people's spirit in the market is really nice.

The place of discussion of the people has shifted from the restaurant to the street stalls on the Qinhuai River, where they drink and chat about the weekly newspaper.

Today's weekly newspaper has become a fashion in Ming Dynasty.

The old man lying under the willow tree wore a hat, waved the cattail fan in his hand and said, "If you invite me to eat roasted chicken wings, I can talk about it."

"Grilled chicken wings, I like to eat."

"Hey, you people, be stingy."

In front of a table, a few men ate so much that their mouths were full of oil, and their mouths were so spicy that they sucked.

On the attic of the Qinhuai River, Zhu Yuanzhang reclined on a chair, tasted the barbecue in his hand, looked at Shen Qiancheng who was teasing Zhu Yunye, and continued to look down at the Daming Weekly in his hand.He never thought that one day he would sit with a businessman he didn't like, tease his little grandson and eat skewers together.

Empress Ma and Liu Bowen were drinking tea beside them, and when they saw what Zhu Biao wrote in the Daming Weekly, they were slightly taken aback.

"Great government exists in the people, small government exists in the government and the public. The root of the dynasty is born in the people, prospers in the people, solid in the people, builds schools, develops industries, and revitalizes the country's scholars. This is the essence of my new policy, the goal of the Ming Dynasty for several years, my goal. Willing to lead by example. This is written by His Majesty." Liu Bowen nodded appreciatively after reading.

In the night market, Zhu Biao also heard the heartfelt words of many people, and he was very satisfied and went to the imperial city.

Back in the bedroom, Cheng Yunjin was still there, and the female officer was very polite when she saw her.

Du Dongting and Wei Shouzheng were discussing the New Deal in the side hall. To implement the New Deal, there must be a good local grassroots management, and the Huangming Guard Hall is the case. The two of them are already improving the regulations of the National Academy of Scholars according to His Majesty's request.

"What I hope most now is the Guoshi Pavilion. As long as they are talents that can be cultivated, I am willing to include them in the Guoshi Pavilion."

"Your Majesty, I dare to ask you if you have any request." Du Dongting asked.

Zhu Biao stopped the ink brush in his hand, smiled and said: "True talent and practical learning."

Wei Shouzheng's body shook suddenly, and he felt that there were only a few people who could surpass His Majesty.

The general regulations of the National Academy of Scholars are all commanded by Zhu Biao, and the National Academy of Scholars took action.

The hall was brightly lit, and Zhu Biao and his two trustworthy courtiers were talking about the implementation of the New Deal.

"Your Majesty, someone brought it."

The servant reported respectfully, and then withdrew.

A man walked in from outside the hall, that man was dressed in a long robe, with a Confucian temperament on his face.

Seeing Zhu Biao, his eyes suddenly widened, he straightened his body, and respectfully performed cumbersome Confucian salutes to Zhu Biao.

"Fang Xiaoru has met His Majesty, long live my emperor, long live, long live." Fang Xiaoru knelt down directly, with his forehead touching the floor tiles of Qianqing Palace.

This was recommended by Song Lian to him, but Zhu Biao was no stranger to him.When he saw Zhu Biao, he saluted very solemnly, which was enough to show that he respected Zhu Biao very much.

"Get up." Zhu Biao leaned back slightly and leaned on the chair: "Mr. Song asked you to come, you are ready."

"Yes." Fang Xiaoru replied.

Du Dongting looked at him. In the ninth year of Hongwu, this guy's father Fang Keqin was involved in the air seal case and was executed by the Supreme Emperor. Later, because the current emperor pleaded for mercy, the Supreme Emperor let him go.

Unexpectedly, in the tenth year of Hongwu, Fang Xiaoru was taken to the capital due to a dispute, but the Supreme Emperor saw that this guy turned out to be Fang Xiaoru, and ordered someone to release him. At the same time, Prince Zhu Biao indicated that the empty seal case had nothing to do with Fang Xiaoru, and sent him to Song Lian. .

Zhu Biao smiled and signaled the servant to serve him tea.

"Your Majesty." Fang Xiaoru asked Zhu Biao for instructions.

Fang Xiao Confucian students have a handsome face, and they are more outstanding than Yang Tiangui who failed the ranking due to ugliness, but Zhu Biao doesn't care about these, what he likes is their ability.

Zhu Biao said: "Fang Xiaoru, I know that you are Mr. Song's student, and I want you to train a group of qualified county school teachers from the National Scholars Academy and the Imperial Academy for the new school. For the New Deal, you can do this. Answer truthfully. "

Fang Xiaoru smiled faintly: "Your Majesty is very kind to Fang's family. Although there are people who refute His Majesty's new policy, I think that as long as it is for the people and the people, it is the righteousness of the country, and it can be done! I don't distinguish between old and new righteousness."

"Yes, then I will hand it over to you. It's just that I won't give you any official position for the time being, you understand."

Zhu Biao hoped that he would first train teachers for the schools below, and then arrange official positions for him later.

"Yes, I understand." Fang Xiaoru still replied respectfully, in his heart, his majesty had saved his life.
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In the middle of the night, Zhu Biao was still sitting in the bedroom, looking at the minister's refutation of Tong Tong's dismissal of the prime minister, while Yuan Bao yawned beside him.His Majesty does not rest, and he is too embarrassed to go to rest, and quietly accompany His Majesty.

There is a cup of strong tea on the table.

When Yuan Bao was standing up and began to doze off, a figure walked up to Zhu Biao.

After seeing the person clearly, Yuan Bao's eyes widened.The Supreme Emperor, he, he, why did he come here.

"Biaoer, are you sitting here to sleep tonight?"

Zhu Yuanzhang sat down at the table on his own. He heard that his son had never been to those beautiful girls who had been selected, so he made a surprise attack tonight.

Unexpectedly, he was sitting here.

"Father, my son wants to correct the memorial." Zhu Biao raised the memorial.

"Let's help you correct, go to sleep."

Seeing Lao Zhu's posture, Zhu Biao slipped away.

"Oh, my son is leaving."

Zhu Biao returned to the inner hall, and saw an exquisite and curvaceous figure lying there on the couch, he walked over and lay there.

Lie on the outside and turn over to hug Zhu Biao, like an obedient cat.

"Your Majesty, why is it so late?"

"I, deal with political affairs."

"The courtiers and concubines have forgotten, our Majesty is the busiest."

(End of this chapter)