"Your Majesty, it's still early, why don't I show you around the academy?" Han Du suggested after feeling some pain in his feet after standing for a while.
But Lao Zhu waved his hand to stop Han Du and said, "I'm just watching from here."
"I, I'm just afraid that the emperor will be too tired standing here." Han Du smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that he was afraid of being tired, but Han Du blamed Lao Zhu for the reason.
If he really stood here for two hours, Han Du felt that his feet would be broken.
Lao Zhu glanced at Han Du, and immediately understood what Han Du was planning, and scolded: "I told you to practice more on weekdays, and you know how to be lazy. Look at how weak you have become.
You can't even stand for two hours. Think back to when I charged into battle, and once the war started, it would be seven days and seven nights without sleep."
Han Du couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard this. He hadn't slept for seven days and seven nights. Why didn't you just say that you hadn't closed your eyes for 12 days?
After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he immediately realized his exaggeration. Not long ago, he had just seen what it was like to stay awake for seven days and seven nights, and glared at Han Du dissatisfied to cover up his own embarrassment.
Time continued to pass, and Lao Zhu focused his attention on Han Jingyun's lectures, but did not find it difficult. However, when the second hour was almost up, Lao Zhu clearly felt that something was wrong with the student's condition.
Except for a few who can barely hold on, most people are no longer as energetic as they were at the beginning. Everyone has a look of exhaustion on their faces, and even those few are just struggling.
They just gritted their teeth and persisted. Their minds began to wander, they were either looking here or there, and they couldn't put all their attention on Han Jingyun's lecture. Moreover, Lao Zhu also clearly felt that Han Jingyun's teaching speed was slower than at first.
Many, apparently to take care of these exhausted students.
"How could this happen?" Lao Zhu turned to Han Du and asked.
Han Du smiled and explained: "Studying consumes at least one's mind, especially mathematics. If they can persevere to this point, it is considered good. People are like this. If the mind is consumed too much, people will become energetic.
They are in a daze and cannot do things with their heart at all. At this time, even if someone forces them to press down on the chair and prevent them from getting up, they will not be able to get things done."
Lao Zhu naturally knew what Han Du's words were implying. If Han Du had said this in the past, Lao Zhu would have disapproved of it. But now the facts are before his eyes, and Lao Zhu couldn't find the right words to say if he wanted to refute.
Before Han Jingyun ended his morning lecture, Lao Zhu and the other three left quietly. When Lao Zhu came to visit again in the afternoon, he found that although the mental state of these students had not returned to what it was in the morning, it was still better than before.
After reading too much, they can already continue studying.
After taking a deep look at Han Du, who was standing on the stage teaching physical chemistry to the students, Lao Zhu led Zhu Biao away.
Lao Zhu was sitting in the Long Chu, and Zhu Biao was sitting in the seat below him. Both of them had serious expressions on their faces, and neither of them spoke. There was only the sound of the wooden wheels of the Long Chu colliding with the bluestone slabs, ticking between the two of them.
Echoing in the ears.
After a while, Lao Zhu sighed and said: "From tomorrow onwards, you will resume the power to supervise the country.
Bar."
"My son is willing to share my father's worries." Zhu Biao said without hesitation.
Seeing Zhu Biao's fearless look, Lao Zhu couldn't help but laugh and said, "What? Aren't you afraid that working too hard will endanger your life?"
"I sincerely ask my father to take care of the dragon body. As for me, I am still young. Han Du said that it will not have any impact if young people are tired." Zhu Biao said seriously.
Zhu Biao's actions greatly touched Lao Zhu. In terms of filial piety, Zhu Biao was indeed far superior to all his princes. Suddenly, Lao Zhu couldn't help laughing and said: "What this kid Han Du said,
It’s not necessarily right.”
Having said that, only two days after Lao Zhu returned, he issued an edict to give the Grand Scholars the right to draft memorials. In other words, from then on, the Grand Scholars had the opportunity to provide opinions or draft memorials to the world.
It is the right to make suggestions.
The original Grand Master of the Imperial Palace was not even Lao Zhu's secretary at all. At most, they could only be regarded as running errands in front of the emperor. They were responsible for passing memorials back and forth, drafting imperial edicts according to the emperor's wishes, and discussing the governance of the world with the emperor.
Although they are now allowed to make suggestions in memorials, they still cannot influence the emperor's will. Therefore, they are still just a group of secretaries around Lao Zhu.
Not only that, Lao Zhu also did another thing.
Han Du looked at the people following Zhu Biao with a wry smile hidden on his face.
Zhu Biao waved and introduced Han Du to the people behind him with a smile on his face, "Eighth brother, tenth brother, eleventh brother, twelfth brother, this is Han Du, come and meet him."
After hearing this, Han Du quickly said: "I don't dare. I, Han Du, pay homage to the king of Tan, the king of Lu, the king of Shu, and the king of Xiang." It was a greeting, and Han Du's expression was respectful, but he couldn't help but slander the old man in his heart.
Zhu Tai was able to have children. You must know that Lao Zhu gave birth to twenty-six sons in his life. In this era when children are prone to die young, most of them survived to adulthood. This is simply a miracle.
Don't think that as a member of the royal family, the possibility of premature death is much smaller than that of ordinary people. With the medical conditions of this era, a cold can kill a child.
A few people nodded and returned Han Du's gift. In fact, even they didn't know how to face Han Du, so they had to treat him like ordinary people for a while.
But Zhu Biao insisted on asking them to return the gift to Han Du. Han Du quickly stepped forward to stop him and said: "I can't do it. I don't dare to be a gift to you princes. Isn't your highness trying to offend me?"
Zhu Biao didn't think so, and said: "In any case, they are all Anqing's younger brothers. You are Anqing's consort, so you are also their elder brother. What's wrong with returning your courtesy? Besides, my father wants them to come to the academy to study. They
I should treat you as a teacher. How many brothers still don’t bow to Han Du?"
The few people didn't have any dissatisfaction. They bowed to Handu in a polite manner and said in unison: "I have met Master Han."
Han Du quickly got out of the way. He did not dare to accept the teacher's ceremony. If he discussed the teacher's ceremony with Lao Zhu's son, wouldn't he be the same generation as Lao Zhu? If An Qing found out about this, wouldn't there be a fight?
Seeing that Zhu Biao insisted on this, Han Du stopped insisting and just said: "Forget it about being a teacher, let's talk about it as our equals." "Your Majesty, it's still early, why don't I take you around the academy?" Han Du said.
After standing for a while, Du felt some pain in his feet and suggested.
But Lao Zhu waved his hand to stop Han Du and said, "I'm just watching from here."
"I, I'm just afraid that the emperor will be too tired standing here." Han Du smiled awkwardly. It was obvious that he was afraid of being tired, but Han Du blamed Lao Zhu for the reason.
If he really stood here for two hours, Han Du felt that his feet would be broken.
Lao Zhu glanced at Han Du, and immediately understood what Han Du was planning, and scolded: "I told you to practice more on weekdays, and you know how to be lazy. Look at how weak you have become.
You can't even stand for two hours. Think back to when I charged into battle, and once the war started, it would be seven days and seven nights without sleep."
Han Du couldn't help but rolled his eyes when he heard this. He hadn't slept for seven days and seven nights. Why didn't you just say that you hadn't closed your eyes for 12 days?
After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he immediately realized his exaggeration. Not long ago, he had just seen what it was like to stay awake for seven days and seven nights, and glared at Han Du dissatisfied to cover up his own embarrassment.
Time continued to pass, and Lao Zhu focused his attention on Han Jingyun's lectures, but did not find it difficult. However, when the second hour was almost up, Lao Zhu clearly felt that something was wrong with the student's condition.
Except for a few who can barely hold on, most people are no longer as energetic as they were at the beginning. Everyone has a look of exhaustion on their faces, and even those few are just struggling.
They just gritted their teeth and persisted. Their minds began to wander, they were either looking here or there, and they couldn't put all their attention on Han Jingyun's lecture. Moreover, Lao Zhu also clearly felt that Han Jingyun's teaching speed was slower than at first.
Many, apparently to take care of these exhausted students.
"How could this happen?" Lao Zhu turned to Han Du and asked.
Han Du smiled and explained: "Studying consumes at least one's mind, especially mathematics. If they can persevere to this point, it is considered good. People are like this. If the mind is consumed too much, people will become energetic.
They are in a daze and cannot do things with their heart at all. At this time, even if someone forces them to press down on the chair and prevent them from getting up, they will not be able to get things done."
Lao Zhu naturally knew what Han Du's words were implying. If Han Du had said this in the past, Lao Zhu would have disapproved of it. But now the facts are before his eyes, and Lao Zhu couldn't find the right words to say if he wanted to refute.
Before Han Jingyun ended his morning lecture, Lao Zhu and the other three left quietly. When Lao Zhu came to visit again in the afternoon, he found that although the mental state of these students had not returned to what it was in the morning, it was still better than before.
After reading too much, they can already continue studying.
After taking a deep look at Han Du, who was standing on the stage teaching physical chemistry to the students, Lao Zhu led Zhu Biao away.
Lao Zhu was sitting in the Long Chu, and Zhu Biao was sitting in the seat below him. Both of them had serious expressions on their faces, and neither of them spoke. There was only the sound of the wooden wheels of the Long Chu colliding with the bluestone slabs, ticking between the two of them.
Echoing in the ears.
After a while, Lao Zhu sighed and said: "From tomorrow onwards, you will resume the power to supervise the country.
Bar."
"My son is willing to share my father's worries." Zhu Biao said without hesitation.
Seeing Zhu Biao's fearless look, Lao Zhu couldn't help but laugh and said, "What? Aren't you afraid that working too hard will endanger your life?"
"I sincerely ask my father to take care of the dragon body. As for me, I am still young. Han Du said that it will not have any impact if young people are tired." Zhu Biao said seriously.
Zhu Biao's actions greatly touched Lao Zhu. In terms of filial piety, Zhu Biao was indeed far superior to all his princes. Suddenly, Lao Zhu couldn't help laughing and said: "What this kid Han Du said,
It’s not necessarily right.”
Having said that, only two days after Lao Zhu returned, he issued an edict to give the Grand Scholars the right to draft memorials. In other words, from then on, the Grand Scholars had the opportunity to provide opinions or draft memorials to the world.
It is the right to make suggestions.
The original Grand Master of the Imperial Palace was not even Lao Zhu's secretary at all. At most, they could only be regarded as running errands in front of the emperor. They were responsible for passing memorials back and forth, drafting imperial edicts according to the emperor's wishes, and discussing the governance of the world with the emperor.
Although they are now allowed to make suggestions in memorials, they still cannot influence the emperor's will. Therefore, they are still just a group of secretaries around Lao Zhu.
Not only that, Lao Zhu also did another thing.
Han Du looked at the people following Zhu Biao with a wry smile hidden on his face.
Zhu Biao waved and introduced Han Du to the people behind him with a smile on his face, "Eighth brother, tenth brother, eleventh brother, twelfth brother, this is Han Du, come and meet him."
After hearing this, Han Du quickly said: "I don't dare. I, Han Du, pay homage to the king of Tan, the king of Lu, the king of Shu, and the king of Xiang." It was a greeting, and Han Du's expression was respectful, but he couldn't help but slander the old man in his heart.
Zhu Tai was able to have children. You must know that Lao Zhu gave birth to twenty-six sons in his life. In this era when children are prone to die young, most of them survived to adulthood. This is simply a miracle.
Don't think that as a member of the royal family, the possibility of premature death is much smaller than that of ordinary people. With the medical conditions of this era, a cold can kill a child.
A few people nodded and returned Han Du's gift. In fact, even they didn't know how to face Han Du, so they had to treat him like ordinary people for a while.
But Zhu Biao insisted on asking them to return the gift to Han Du. Han Du quickly stepped forward to stop him and said: "I can't do it. I don't dare to be a gift to you princes. Isn't your highness trying to offend me?"
Zhu Biao didn't think so, and said: "In any case, they are all Anqing's younger brothers. You are Anqing's consort, so you are also their elder brother. What's wrong with returning your courtesy? Besides, my father wants them to come to the academy to study. They
I should treat you as a teacher. How many brothers still don’t bow to Han Du?"
The few people didn't have any dissatisfaction. They bowed to Handu in a polite manner and said in unison: "I have met Master Han."
Han Du quickly got out of the way. He did not dare to accept the teacher's ceremony. If he discussed the teacher's ceremony with Lao Zhu's son, wouldn't he be the same generation as Lao Zhu? If An Qing found out about this, wouldn't there be a fight?
Seeing that Zhu Biao insisted on this, Han Du stopped insisting and just said: "Forget it about the teacher's ceremony, let's talk about it as our equals."