Chapter 377 What a good job your etiquette department has done
"Master Zheng, who are the people paying homage to in front of the stone monument over there?"
In the official post next to Doumu Palace, Zhu Youxiao stood outside the pavilion on the second floor, pointed to the intersection at the foot of the mountain in the direction of Bixia Palace, and asked Zheng Haizhu.
Zheng Haizhu glanced at Lu Xiangsheng, who was standing on the other side, and said to Zhu Youxiao: "Master Lu and I saw it yesterday and went to ask, saying that it was to pay homage to Mr. Lu, who once served as a right-hand political advisor in Shandong. Xiangsheng, what are you doing?
Your Highness, tell me."
Lu Xiangsheng understood that during Zheng Haizhu's trip, although he was not allowed to intervene too early in some matters where he was at odds with powerful landlords, he always pushed him out to explain things in front of Zhu Youxiao to enhance his teacher-student friendship with the future prince.
Lu Xiangsheng then picked up the key point and said: "Master Lu, he is Lu Kun, one of the three sages of Wanli. He was the Zuo Shilang of the Ministry of Punishment of the Ming Dynasty. He passed away three years ago. When Lu Shilang was an official in Shandong, he used the incense tax from Mount Tai.
With the money, a new winding road was dug, so that the people going up and down the mountain can be separated, and there will no longer be the tragedies of trampling and casualties in the past."
"Oh, so," Zhu Youxiao said, "no wonder the incense behind him looks more prosperous than those offered in the temple."
Because the two masters Zheng and Lu were no longer outsiders in his eyes, Zhu Youxiao added with emotion: "In my Ming Dynasty, there are still some virtuous ministers. They collected the incense, tax, and money, but they didn't keep it for themselves."
No matter what kind of door is built in Kotoda, it is still taken from the people and used for the people."
Zheng Haizhu smiled slightly inwardly.
Zhu You went out to school and experienced various dramatic and real events intensively for a month. The clear stupidity in the young man faded a lot.
He has learned to observe things worthy of consideration in the real world, whether looking up or down.
Zheng Haizhu said: "Your Highness, Minister Lu is certainly a wise minister, but if a wise minister does not have money, the new winding road to Mount Tai cannot be built."
Zhu Youxiao turned his head to look at Zheng Haizhu, and for the first time he showed a well-matched teasing: "Master Zheng, these days, no matter what you say, you can always refer to the word lack of money. Why, I am already alone in Qufu."
I have handed in my homework to the master, but the master still doesn’t feel that the apprentice has made any progress?”
Zheng Haizhu faced the unobstructed gaze and sighed softly: "How could it be? The so-called teaching makes each other better, but in fact His Highness's benevolence and courage also made me not hesitate when I drew my sword that night."
Zhu Youxiao was praised by the elders he liked, and his determination became stronger.
And because the plan he had to carry out today was a bit more exciting than sitting at the gate of Qufu City selling his crafts before, he became more and more eager to explore, and he would not shrink from the battle.
He glanced at Lu Xiangsheng, who had a serious look on his face, and said bluntly: "Master Lu actually doesn't need to go."
But Lu Xiangsheng said resolutely: "I should go. Your Highness, I also want to be a good minister like Lu Gong. I have seen with my own eyes how the rules of the imperial court are rotten in various places, just like Lu Gong personally went up and down Dongyue to explore
The mountain road is rugged, it’s the same reason.”
The corners of Zhu Youxiao's flat mouth curved: "Master Lu is right."
What he was thinking in his heart was, if Master Lu goes into battle, I will feel relieved.
Ever since he learned that Zheng Haizhu was ostracized by the old diehards in Donglin, Zhu Youxiao also became a little more wary when looking at Lu Xiangsheng.
He liked Master Lu very much, but since Master Lu always had the words "Donglin Disciple" written on his forehead, Zhu Youxiao was inevitably worried.
If Master Lu and Master Zheng openly cut off their relationship, it would be a waste. He is afraid that without saying anything, he might be secretly instructed by those masters in Donglin to cause a stumbling block for Master Zheng.
Today, since Master Lu is also acting in the drama that is destined to cause a bigger fuss, it at least shows that he doesn't care about the Ministry of Rites being controlled by Dong Lin and making a big fool of himself.
Zheng Haizhu observed Zhu Youxiao's micro-expression from the side.
The eldest son of the emperor actually covered it up well, but Zheng Haizhu understood Zhu Youxiao's thoughts.
The other party had already expressed his concerns about Lu Xiangsheng in private.
Zheng Haizhu was delighted, not because she felt that she had gained the loyalty and concern of a young man, which was a sense of accomplishment worthy of a female animal.
She is not a guest in Yinyue.
She is Zhu Youxiao, who is satisfied with being recorded as a dim-witted figure in the history of history. In this time and space, when she first stepped onto the political stage, she showed her ability to understand the complexities of people's hearts.
To become a qualified politician and an experimental leader who changes the superstructure, in addition to benevolence and courage, Zhu Youxiao should always maintain a skeptical spirit and keen insight.
Zheng Haizhu turned around, faced the bronze mirror in the corner of the flower hall, straightened her men's trousers like Lu Xiangsheng's, then held up the square scarf on the armrest, and said to the little fireman holding the wooden box: "Why?
Your Highness, please change your clothes."
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When Wang Song woke up from his nap, it was almost Shenzhen time and the sun was already setting in the west.
Wang Song asked his subordinates to bring in a table of tea, snacks and fruits from the best restaurant on the street, and record them in the public account of the inn.
He leaned leisurely under the window on the second floor, sipping the fragrant tea, but his eyes never left the courtyard where the eldest son of the emperor stayed.
Under the rose flowers, the young master from Songjiang was copying scriptures. From time to time he stood up and said a few words to Cao Huachun.
The beautiful women dress plainly, especially the Buddhist clothes, which are really unique and unique. No wonder Taishan Auntie is known as one of the Four Wonders.
Wang Song thought with interest.
A subordinate reported that Master Songjiang followed Eunuch Cao out of the study at noon, and he was still in the courtyard. It seems that the eldest son of the emperor also went to take a nap, and he would listen to Master Tai's lecture on Buddhism later.
Wang Song couldn't help but have an idea. He really had nothing to do today. If the eldest son of the emperor couldn't summon him and he had enough energy, he might as well go out and have some fun in the name of meeting friends.
If it is difficult for the prostitution money to go to the public account of the inn, it should be paid from the account of the Ministry of Rites.
There is nothing dishonorable about it. It is said that it was taken from prostitutes and used for prostitutes. Besides, I was in Qufu to raise money for the Ming Dynasty. I suffered so much fright and grievance that I could not use the money from the imperial court to comfort me.
Wang Song then Shi Shiran got up, went into the room and put on a long-sleeved shirt. Just as he was about to go downstairs, he saw a subordinate running up in a hurry.
"Wang, Mr. Wang, what's wrong, His Highness and the two masters met a nun in a brothel, ah, no, they met a prostitute in a nunnery."
Wang Song's slender eyes with swollen eyelids suddenly widened, and he was even more shocked than the last time he heard Zhu Youxiao setting up a stall selling woodware under the city gate.
"When did the eldest son of the emperor go out?" He suddenly asked as he stared at his subordinates.
But I heard Cao Huachun yelling angrily from downstairs: "Old Wang, Wang Song, come with our family quickly!"
Half an hour later, at the northern foot of Mount Tai, in the lush green forest, in front of the nunnery shaded by the canopy of trees, Jin Yiwei and Xiaohuo Zhe led Cao Huachun and Wang Song straight in, to a Zen room at the back of the main hall.
Zhu Youxiao stepped out of one of the meditation rooms, pointed at a group of sea-green figures kneeling at the foot of the steps, and said angrily to Wang Song: "You, the Ministry of Etiquette, have done a good job!"