On the third day, Zhu Bai rubbed out most of Liu Bowen's collection of ink sticks and wrote a crooked big character "草" on the white rice paper that Liu Bowen had hidden and was reluctant to write on!
Without saying a word, Liu Bowen framed the calligraphy and sent it to the palace. He also said: "His Royal Highness the King of Xiang's calligraphy is magnificent and shows the prestige of our Ming Dynasty. It can also suppress evil spirits, exorcise demons, and cleanse turbid air."
Then Lao Zhu actually believed it and hung the calligraphy in the center of the imperial study.
The Imperial Study Room was where Lao Zhu handled daily affairs and met with officials.
Whenever the princes passed by the imperial study, they would tease Zhu Bai: "My twelfth brother has good calligraphy."
"The word 'grass', the last stroke alone, is extremely strong, going straight in and out, very manly."
Zhu Bai was ridiculed, but he was not angry at all. He raised his head and replied: "No, no, Master Liu taught him well."
He sneered secretly: Look, the princes all know that this word is wrong.
I don't believe that no one among the officials can see it? No one dares to tell the truth?
When Lao Zhu is ridiculed by others, why not get so angry that he arrests Liu Bowen and beats him until he ascends to heaven?
As a result, all the officials seemed to have reached an agreement and all of them were shamelessly flattering.
"The King of Xiang really has the demeanor of an emperor, is majestic, and has the magic of flying white."
"This calligraphy is like a dragon or a phoenix. At first glance, it looks like it's not an ordinary person's calligraphy."
Zhu Bai was so disgusted that he rolled his eyes at the ministers.
They are all spineless old cowards!
Liu Bowen, you are so cruel.
This doesn’t even bother you?!
I won’t attend the class anyway, what can you do?
Today, Liu Bowen talked to Zhu Bai about the six lines.
This thing is so hypnotic and brain-burning.
What does "Qiankun Village needs a lawyer, is it better than a small animal to live in peace?"
What does "Gen gradually return to his sister and travel to Xunda, and Duihuanjie comes to Zhongfu."
When it came to him, everything was mixed into a paste.
Since you don’t want to study, then just sleep.
Once Zhu Bai's eyelids were closed, he couldn't open them.
Dimly, I heard Liu Bowen asking himself: "Where are you from?"
Zhu Bai murmured: "Two thousand two three."
"What is it now?"
"One, three, seven, five."
"What will happen to me?"
"Death, isn't it the same death for everyone?"
"That's true. But when will I die?"
Don’t you claim to be able to tell fortunes?
How come you can’t even calculate when you will die?
This doubt flashed through Zhu Bai's mind, and he immediately realized that Liu Bowen was trying to trick him while he was asleep. Then he woke up with a start and sat up.
Turning around and looking around, he found himself sitting on the bed in the palace.
Could it be a dream...
"Come here." Zhu Bai called.
His personal eunuch Fugui hurried over and asked softly: "Your Highness is getting up."
Zhu Bai asked: "Why am I here?"
Fugui smiled: "Yesterday, Mr. Liu came back with His Highness in his arms. His Highness slept soundly. The servant took His Highness from Mr. Liu's hands and put him on the bed in the palace. His Highness was not even awake."
Zhu Bai asked: "Did I say anything?"
Fugui said: "What has His Highness been reciting, Qian, Kun? Maybe he is still reciting the six-yao formula in his dream."
Zhu Bai frowned and thought for a while: Is this really a dream?
The more I think about it, the more I feel that I have been tricked by Liu Bowen.
Even if that bad old man doesn’t know how to tell fortunes, he still knows my secret now!!
The more Zhu Bai thought about it, the more frightened he became.
On weekdays, Liu Bowen urged and invited him, and the rich and nobles cajoled and deceived him. Lan Yu was willing to talk to him, so Zhu Bai was willing to go to Liu's house.
As soon as the martial arts class ended today, he saluted Lan Yu: "Master, I'm going to Master Liu's place."
Lan Yuwufu's temperament usually avoids red tape. After this race, he became more casual when talking to Zhu Bai in private.
Hearing what Zhu Bai said now, he smiled and patted his shoulder: "Hey, boy. Are you enlightened? Why are you so positive today?"
When Zhu Bai left the palace, he would always take him to the Liu family.
A few days ago, Zhu Bai was as listless as a newly castrated rooster.
There must be a reason for being so anxious today.
Zhu Bai grinned: "I find it more fun to torment Master Liu than my father. My father got angry and even beat me with the sole of his shoe. Master Liu would only punish me for writing."
Lan Yu laughed loudly and asked again: "How much have you learned?"
Zhu Bai didn't care: "Hey, that's it. I don't want to learn. I'm just trying to catch up."
Lan Yu lowered her voice: "Please help Master take a look. I always feel like something is going to happen recently."
Zhu Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Master, you are a very human minister, one person is inferior to ten thousand people. The prince wants to call you 'uncle'. There is nothing to worry about."
Lan Yu frowned: "What you said is true, but I always have nightmares about my master."
Since Liao Yongzhong's death, he always dreamed of Chang Yuchun telling him to run away.
But you can't say this to anyone.
Although he looked careless, some things were still clear in his heart.
Zhu Bai smiled: "Maybe Master misses Master Chang. When the Qingming Festival comes, you can bring some good wine and food to pay homage to Master Chang."
Lan Yu thought for a while: "Yes."
Liu Bowen seemed to have expected that Zhu Bai would come early today, so he waited at the door early in the morning.
Lan Yu greeted Liu Bowen, handed Zhu Bai into Liu Bowen's hands and said goodbye.
Zhu Bai was thinking about how to get out Liu Bowen's words. After much deliberation, he realized that asking anything would be self-inflicted. If Liu Bowen was just suspicious, his repeated questioning would help Liu Bowen confirm it.
If the enemy does not move, I will not move.
Maintaining the status quo.
After Zhu Bai waited for Liu Bowen to sit firmly, he saluted: "Hello, Master."
Liu Bowen twirled his beard and smiled: "Although King Xiang is naughty, his etiquette is very thoughtful. Sure enough, a boy can be taught."
Damn it, I was just being polite to you, and you came up with this routine.
I really can't use normal methods for you.
Zhu Bai suddenly lay down on the ground.
Liu Bowen asked: "What's wrong with King Xiang?"
Zhu Bai said: "I'm tired and don't want to study." Then he sat up, took off his robe and lay down again.
It is late autumn now, and there is a thick layer of frost outside.
The ground was even frighteningly cold.
The officials' firewood and silver would not be available until October, and Liu Bowen's family was not willing to warm up the fire so early.
Liu Bowen hurriedly got up and came over: "Oh, King Xiang, you must not do it. If you are sick, what should you do?"
Zhu Bai secretly rejoiced: Hey, it turns out this trick works.
I wish I was sick so I wouldn't have to come to class.
He rolled on the floor: "I won't learn anymore, I won't learn anymore! What the hell, I can't learn."
Liu Bowen remained silent, folding his hands and silently looking down at him.
Fugui heard the noise and stretched out his head to take a look. He was startled and wanted to come over to help Zhu Bai.
Liu Bowen waved his hand, and Fugui could only shrink his head back.
Liu Bowen let out a long sigh: "Well, I thought that King Xiang was different from other princes. He was a wise and thorough man, and I really didn't want to be crowned king. In the past few days, it seems that King Xiang is really messing around."
When Zhu Bai heard this, he stopped rolling, opened his eyes and asked, "What do you mean?"
