Daming: Zhu Yuanzhang cried for Zhu Biao when he picked up vegetables

Why should Zhu Biao be a man? For a long time, although Zhu Biao was a prince, he also regarded himself as a literati.

What is the most important thing for literati?

Face is the most important thing!

You little brat just write that you don't want to go to school.

This is both my mother and my own father, so the people will say something about your father when they see it!

Where will I put my old face in the future! .

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Chapter 129 Zhu Biao: I will never die with you today!

In the East Palace.

Zhu Biao, who was holding a cane in his right hand, seemed to be crazy.

Ask everyone in the palace

"Did you see your grandson?!"

All the maids and eunuchs in the palace were frightened by Zhu Biao's appearance.

Since Zhu Biao was established as the prince.

When did you get so angry?

Why did the prince move the cane!

After Zhu Jinxuan heard the news, she ran all the way to Zhu Xiongying's bedroom.

Looking at Zhu Xiongying who was typing, he said in a panic

"Brother Huang, it's not good. Have you made father angry again? Father has taken the cane this time! I've been looking around for your whereabouts."

"Why don't you go to your uncle's house to escape for a few days, brother?"

Zhu Xiongying had expected Zhu Biao's attitude a long time ago.

Looked at Zhu Jinxuan and smiled

"Xuan'er, don't worry..."

The voice did not fall.

Then I heard Zhu Biaozhong's angry voice coming from outside the room.

"Ying'er! Do you still see me as a father?!"

Then 02 was a "bang".

Zhu Biao kicked open the door of the room suddenly, and quickly walked in front of Zhu Xiongying.

Zhu Jinxuan hurriedly stood in front of Zhu Xiongying.

"Father, you have to calm down... don't hit Brother Huang, this rattan..."

At this time, Zhu Biao was already dazzled by anger.

How can I listen to Zhu Jinxuan's words.

I saw Zhu Biao pointing at Zhu Xiongying with the cane in his hand and said:

"Ying'er, how dare you make up the idea of ​​being a father among the people? Doesn't it shame you to be a father?!"

Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Biao with big innocent eyes blinking and said

"Father, you are a literati, don't use violence, you are not suitable for violence."

Zhu Biao was like an old scalper out of control, with both nostrils dilated.

"You still dare to lie?! Your grandpa is out of the palace now, and your grandma is also taking a nap. No one can save you!"

Zhu Biao just figured out the whereabouts of the old couple along the way.

"Do you know that the life of being a father is gone!"

"You have been beaten so badly today, you won't be able to escape!"

Having said that, Zhu Biao rushed towards Zhu Xiongying.

But at this time Zhu Xiongying was like a mud rut.

Easily slipped from under the desk to the other side

"Father, you have thought clearly. You are planning to revise the article. If I delay writing this new article, the old one will be sent out!" Zhu Biao lowered his head.

A sample issue has already been printed.

Quietly placed on the book table' and the title of the article is "The Stories the Prince of Ming Dynasty Had to Tell Twelve Women"

As soon as these few came into view, Zhu Biao became even more anxious.

If the people in the whole city see this.

Wouldn't the glorious image that I had worked so hard to establish among the people for more than ten years be completely destroyed? !

Zhu Biao howled out with an "Aww".

"Little bastard! Today I will never die with you!"

Zhu Xiongying hurriedly said

"Father, don't worry, take a look at the new draft I'm revising next to you."

Hearing this, Zhu Biao glanced at the side of the desk.

On the other side is an editorial titled "The ordinary day of the prince of the Ming Dynasty begins at Yinshi".

It tells how Zhu Biao has to get up at four o'clock in the morning every day to work.

The writing style of this article is obviously much softer, and at the same time, there are more praises for Zhu Biao.

It's just that the article is obviously not finished yet.

After Zhu Biao read this article, the anger in his heart could not help but subside a bit.

Looking at Zhu Biao who gradually calmed down.

Zhu Xiongying persuaded with kind words

"Father, you have to think about it clearly. If there is something wrong with me, the sample magazine will be sent out." The corner of Zhu Biao's mouth could not help but twitch slightly.

There was a "click".

The cane in Zhu Biao's hand fell to the ground.

It doesn't take a moment.

I saw several flattering smiles on Zhu Biao's face.

"Ying'er, you and I are father and son, why would you be rough on you as a father?"

Zhu Biao's attitude changed quickly.

Even Zhu Jinxuan, who saw this scene, was almost dumbfounded.

Chang had never seen Zhu Biao like this when he was alive!

I saw that Zhu Biao seemed to be a different person.

He hugged Zhu Xiongying to the desk very gently.

Then he studied the ink himself and asked softly

"Ying'er, how do you plan to write this article?"

"Oh, it really doesn't work, let me write for my father, my father's writing is still passable!"

"Need not!"

Zhu Xiongying firmly rejected Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao was in no rush, and even wanted to give Zhu Xiongying a shoulder squeeze after a hard day.

Zhu Yuanzhang who just returned to the palace.

Before I could catch my breath.

The old eunuch Hou Ying ran to Zhu Yuanzhang out of breath.

"My lord, it's too bad. The crown prince just took such a thick cane to find His Highness the grandson." Zhu Yuanzhang frowned instantly when he heard the words.

?Divided by 7 is he crazy? > "

Think of Liu Bowen's hexagram.

How can Zhu Yuanzhang sit still.

Zhu Yuanzhang searched around angrily.

"No, quickly find us a cane thicker than his."

After all, Zhu Yuanzhang stared at the golden whip in the hand of a 353 Han general.

"You, give us the golden whip!"

A troubled smile appeared on the face of the big Han general.

"Your Majesty, this, this thing, can't beat the prince to death directly..."

"Nonsense, if you can't beat him to death, we don't want it!"

The heart of the big Han general couldn't help but galloping like a thousand horses.

I want my golden whip no matter what!

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was carrying a golden whip, immediately rushed towards Zhu Xiongying's bedroom.

Looking at the closed door of Zhu Xiongying's bedroom, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his foot to kick the door.

I only heard Zhu Biao's familiar voice coming from the room.

"Ying'er, do you think this sentence rhymes more with Derby Three Emperors?"

"Father, you are the crown prince."

"Uh:?? Er Ying'er, the house's father claims to be unparalleled among the ancient and modern princes, do you want to fill it in?"

"Father, you don't have Li Yu in Wenmo, okay?"

"Well, then I will study ink for you for my father. Yinger must be very tired after writing so many characters at such a young age? Don't be tired, and I will order the imperial dining room to cook some of your favorite food for my father later. The food is here."

Hearing Zhu Biao's words, Zhu Yuanzhang almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

When did Zhu Biao obey his words like this?

Just because of such an article? ! .

Chapter 130 You have made a name for me, how can I ask for your money?

Looking at the picture of a loving father and a filial son in front of him.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but relax.

And at this moment, Zhu Xiongying also heard a system notification sound in his mind.

[You have successfully used the newspaper to establish a glorious image of yourself in the hearts of the common people, completely shaking the foundation of the gentry among the people, and the Ming Dynasty's national fortune has been greatly improved as a result, and you have received the following rewards. 】

1. A glorious image requires a stronger body to defend, and you have obtained the inheritance of a swimming instructor!

2. Your personal charm becomes stronger with the blessing of your glorious image, charm +20.

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Xiongying felt a warm current surging in his body. After a long time, Zhu Xiongying couldn't help smacking his lips.

feel good.

The father and son worked together for three hours, and a "praise article" dedicated to Zhu Biao's merits was published.

Looking at the thousand-word article in front of him, Zhu Biao couldn't help but feel flustered.