When Erhu heard this, he almost spat out a mouthful of blood. The beating the young master received today was really unjust...

After Zhu Yunxi entered the Xiang Palace, he originally wanted to cry miserably to win Lao Zhu's pity and ask him to give him a few days' grace.

However, he only stayed there for a while and immediately discovered something more interesting.

There are two classes of civil and military personnel in the Hall of Enjoyment, and they are actually holding a spirit-crying competition!

For a while, the voice of the civil servants was one point higher, and for a while, the voice of the generals was two points higher.

Although the military commanders did not have a numerical advantage, this was not a comparison of poems and songs. They were still evenly matched with their opponents.

It was not until the return of the emperor's relatives that the mourners on the generals' side were greatly supplemented, and then they completely suppressed the civilian side in terms of voice and momentum.

Because most of the daughters of Lao Zhu's family were used by him to marry into military generals and nobles. Even the princes mostly married the daughters of the founding noble families.

Therefore, the generals of the Ming Dynasty were basically either relatives of the emperor or relatives of the emperor.

In short, all these people were brought together by Zhu Yuanzhang using the network of blood ties. This was also the most common stability maintenance method used by ancient emperors, and it was very effective.

Of course, if you want to do this, there is a prerequisite, that is, the emperor must be productive enough.

Zhu Yuanzhang had twenty-six sons and sixteen daughters in his life. Even if you exclude a few who died young, he still had a team of nearly forty people. He was definitely a productive emperor, so he had enough consumables for marriage.

After Lan Yu also joined the Soul Crying Group, the military commanders not only gained an absolute advantage, but also defeated the civilian group with an overwhelming victory.

The reason why such outstanding results can be achieved is attributed to Lan Yu, the cry leader.

As soon as the civil servant started to tune, Lan Yu made a "ouch" sound, disrupting the opponent's rhythm.

Then, he applied the sound of drums used during marching to the crying souls.

After a while, there were intensive general orders.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…”

After a while, there was a powerful marching order.

"Woah woah woah, woah woah woah..."

Once these two tactics are used, the civil servants have no choice but to suffer a complete defeat.

Lao Zhu also heard that something was wrong with the crying spirit. As soon as he saw Lan Yu kneeling at the front, stretching his neck and crying, he felt a headache.

This guy is hopeless, he wants to win or lose no matter what he does!

You can just argue about other things. If you want to argue about something like crying, is there something wrong with your brain?

Although the civil servants are not very vocal, they still have a huge advantage, that is, the referees are on the same side as them!

When Zhao Mian, the Minister of Rites, saw His Majesty coming, he hurried over to report Lan Yu's unreasonable behavior.

"Your Majesty, I am impeaching Duke Liang for disrupting the order of the mourning hall and suggest that he be kicked out of the mourning hall!"

Lan Yu was crying vigorously at this time, when she suddenly heard Zhao Mian dare to accuse him, and immediately got up from the ground to refute.

"Old man Zhao, can't you afford to cry?"

"Why don't I cry louder for the prince? The prince is our nephew and son-in-law. As an uncle, I cry so sadly. What's wrong with you?"

"Your Majesty, take a look, Duke Liang is so messy!"

"According to the records in the Book of Rites, this crying spirit is very particular and restrained. He is really unable to preside over this old minister after he torments me like this..."

Seeing that Lan Yu was so angry with Zhao Mian, Lao Zhu hurriedly walked over and kicked Lan Yu.

"Go away and stay outside, don't disturb our prince's peace here!"

"Sir, you are wrong. How can you go too far? It's obviously Mr. Zhao who doesn't like me..."

"Are you leaving or not?"

"If you don't get out, I'll let the Jin Yiwei use a stick to blast you out!"

When Lan Yu saw Lao Zhu being angry, she immediately became scared, her head drooped and she muttered.

"Then I'll go to the door and cry..."

Before Lan Yu left, she patted Fu Youde on the shoulder when she passed by him. The meaning was obvious, we have been kicked out, and the rest depends on you.

Fu Youde understood the situation and quickly took over the position of cry leader after Lan Yu left. Then under his leadership, he once again outshone the civil servant group in crying.

Then, the civil service group used the refereeing privileges to coax Fu Youde out, followed by Feng Sheng.

However, after the three big bosses of the military were kicked out one after another, the civil service group still couldn't cry for the generals.

Because today's military generals group is like a chicken blood. Although they don't have the "crying leaders" of the three princes, they listen to the drums all the year round, and they can still cry sonorously and powerfully, even if they don't need anyone to cry.

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Finally, in the Crying Spirit Competition, the military representatives won an absolute victory.

Not only did he win the top three in the single-person soul-crying competition, but he also won first place in the group soul-crying competition, leaving the civil servant group, the feudal lord group, and the princes' group far behind.

Of course, both the events and the awards ceremony of the Crying Soul Contest were completed in Zhu Yunxi's mind, and outsiders cannot tell.

After the mourning was over, the people in the imperial kitchen prepared a simple meal.

Just egg soup and steamed buns.

Normally, they wouldn't even look at such poor food.

But after walking for a day and crying for so long, everyone saw the word "****" when they saw the steamed buns, and they pounced on them fiercely.

(The asterisks are made up by your own imagination)

However, the civil service group, which failed miserably in the soul-crying competition, also suffered a complete defeat in the steamed bun-grabbing battle.

Before all the civil servants could even finish the "guaranteed steamed buns" one by one, the generals had already eaten up all the steamed buns in the basin.

When the civil servants went to replenish supplies, not to mention the steamed buns were gone, even the soup pot was empty!

All the martial officers looked at the confused civil servants and felt secretly proud. They were competing with us in eating speed. You are so exhausted that you can't keep up!

Amid the roaring laughter of all the military attachés, the civil service group could only tighten their belts in resignation, and then stared at the leaves along the way with their eyes shining brightly on the way back.

If they weren't afraid of being embarrassed by others, they would all want to roll up a handful of leaves and stuff them into their mouths.

In fact, there is no shortage of people with this stutter on the military attache side, they are just suppressed too hard by the civil service group.

Now that they saw Zhu Yunxi, the perfect "spokesman of honor", throwing down the brazier and raising flags, they were able to release their long-suppressed emotions for a little while.

Lao Zhu had long seen that something was wrong with them, but he just saw them making little fuss and was too lazy to pay attention to them.

On the way back, Lao Zhu found Zhu Yunxi with a big bad wolf smile on his face.

"Dasun, get in our carriage and go back!"

"Hmph!"

Zhu Yunxi snorted at Lao Zhu, and then jumped on Zhu Fan's carriage. When he was closing the curtain, he didn't forget to make a face at Lao Zhu, who was so angry that he blew his beard and glared.

"Hey, you little rebellious grandson, wait until tomorrow morning and see how we deal with you!"

After saying these harsh words, Lao Zhu bitterly lowered the car curtain, then leaned against the car and fell asleep.

He was also very tired today, but he just kept trying not to show it. He had just beaten someone up, and he was so tired that he just closed his eyes.

Zhu Yunxi was sitting in Zhu Fan's carriage, complaining to his third uncle, the great wretched man, about Lao Zhu's tricks.

"Third uncle, I don't want to stay in the capital anymore. You can write a petition for me and ask your father to grant me the throne as soon as possible and send me far away!"

Zhu Fan was originally very happy to see Zhu Yunxi getting close to him. But when he suddenly heard his words, his eyebrows immediately rose.

"Why?"

"Grandpa Huang doesn't like me. He beats me every day and always punishes me with homework that I can't finish. He just bullies me for being a child without a father and a mother. Wow wow wow wow..."

While Zhu Yunxi was crying, he secretly glanced at Zhu Fan. Little did he know that his little move had long been seen by Zhu Fan and scolded him in his heart.

Hum!

Nephew, all these tricks of yours are leftover from your third uncle’s childhood!

"How much homework has your grandpa given to you?"

"Three thousand words!"

"Let me finish it in one night and hand it in tomorrow!"

"Third uncle, tell me, how can I finish writing this!"

"hiss……"

Zhu Fan took a breath when he heard this. His father's assignment was indeed too much.

When he was studying in the palace, he could only write a hundred characters a day. But when he came to his eldest nephew, he could write thirty times that amount in one day.

Even if the heavenly general entrusts the people with great responsibilities, it's not like this way of working hard on one's mind and body, right?

"Eldest nephew, have you made your grandpa emperor angry?"

Zhu Yunxi became even more angry when he mentioned this matter. He had done everything he should have done and shouldn't have done, but he had not made any mistakes.

If I had to say yes, it would be the matter of persuading the Lu family, but that matter itself was done in accordance with the order, so you can't blame him, right?
To be continued...