Daming: I became Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son

After hearing Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Fang Xiaoru felt unconvinced for some reason.

He knew in his heart that since Zhu Yuanzhang had secretly adopted Zhu Tao as his adopted son, he would definitely support Zhu Tao, which was understandable.

But when it comes to poetry, it is a great blessing that I can beat this young master.

When I was debating just now, I lost a round, so I naturally had to rely on poetry to win back.

Since Zhu Tao doesn't know how to compose poetry, he wants to make things difficult for him. Even if he is punished to be a teacher, it is worth it, at least he has regained his face.

After thinking of this, Fang Xiaoru immediately said to Zhu Tao.

"Shaodong's family is a talented man for a while, so it must be able to stimulate me. Why don't you write a poem and let me admire it?"

Only then did Zhu Tao realize that this guy not only liked the Confucianism of the Four Books and Five Classics, but also had a bit of a temper. If he lost elsewhere, he wanted to save face in poetry.

But this Fang Zhaocai seems to have forgotten his identity. Aren't you the cashier? As the young boss, I have already given you enough face to let you eat at the same table.

Zhu Tao didn't have a good impression of these sour Confucian scholars, but now he feels even more uncomfortable.

But Fang Xiaoru was a straightforward provocation, if he didn't respond, it would be meaningless, so he smiled and chanted softly.

"Buy a yellow ox and learn to farm, and build a thatched hut next to the forest spring. Because I think of old age, I will spend a few years in the mountains. It is a dream to be an official or an official. It is always a fairy to be able to write poems and wine. Everything in the world increases in price. Articles are worthless.”

After reading, Zhu Tao laughed loudly, picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, and said something to Fang Xiaoru with a smile.

"It's ugly!"

Several people, including Zhu Yuanzhang and Song Lian, were all stunned. This poem is a bit strange, but its literary talent is fresh and brilliant. There are no gorgeous words, but it is undoubtedly free and easy.

It is difficult for non-worldly talents to write such poems, and compared with Zhu Tao's poems, Fang Xiaoru's poems are really not at the same level of pictographic architecture.

However, people in the world pay attention to using poetry to express their ambitions. Fang Xiaoru's poems are full of aggressive ideas, but Zhu Tao is completely different from him, and he is not close to anywhere.

Zhu Tao had always thought about his ambition, which was to be a salted fish, and he was the kind of salted fish that would never sit if it could lie down, and never stand if it could sit.

So this time Fang Xiaoru can't be straightened out, but I have to say that the frankness and freedom in this poem, the state of mind of idle clouds and wild cranes, is very enviable.

Song Lian also nodded silently, he knew in his heart that Shaodong's poem was much better than his favorite disciple Fang Xiaoru in terms of artistic conception and literary talent.

In the past, he only knew that Zhu Tao was a man of economics and governance, and he knew many inventions, and he even knew a lot about farming.

But I don't think that Zhu Tao has such attainments in poetry, it's really extraordinary, just like Liu Bowen said, the young master is not a mortal, even evildoers are even worse.

But unexpectedly, Zhu Yuanzhang was a little angry. He directly took the popcorn and smashed it on Zhu Tao's head, saying.

"Tao'er, is this your ambition? You are only in your twenties, how can you be so old-fashioned? Are you planning to learn from Tao Yuanming?"

But Song Lian hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over and said, "Master, don't be angry. It's a good thing for the young master to be indifferent by nature. Don't fight for fame and wealth, and have a calm heart. This is also the way of self-cultivation."

Fang Xiaoru was convinced, feeling that his face and spirit were completely crushed, he had to admit that Zhu Tao was more than an order of magnitude better than him.

He got up staggeringly, picked up a glass of wine, drank it down, and said to Zhu Tao.

"Young master, I am completely convinced of you, you drink slowly with the master, I will take my leave first!"

As he said that, he walked out, but he was so drunk and his footsteps were so fast that he fell to the ground as soon as he went out, and was helped by Old Tang to a side room to rest.

Zhu Tao was really puzzled, as for?I just read a poem by Liu Bowen who retired and returned home after the age of 60, which made him so excited.

But Zhu Yuanzhang still felt a little awkward. He didn't want Zhu Tao to be so decadent, so he gave Zhu Tao a look and said.

"Tao'er, in the future, you should work hard on your inventions, and save these useless things. Sour writing and fake vinegar are the business of those Confucian scholars. What should you do in the future, don't come here."

After listening to Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Zhu Tao nodded helplessly, but he really didn't have much interest in these.

But Song Lian who was on the side was completely conquered by Zhu Tao's knowledge, and he didn't look at Zhu Yuanzhang's face, and he was still very excited to say.

"Shaodong's literary talents are so good, why don't you come up with another song, let me go back and enjoy it."

But Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Song Lian again, and he shut up knowingly, only then did he realize that he had made a slip of the tongue just now.

Song Lian and Fang Xiaoru were both so drunk that they couldn't ride a horse, so they got into the carriage with Zhu Yuanzhang.

After getting in the car, Zhu Yuanzhang was still a little depressed, snorted, looked at Song Lian and said.

"This kid, who is not yet 20 years old, just wants to go back to the countryside, live the life of Tao Yuanming, and buy a yellow cow to grow a field. He really has no ambition."

Song Lian, who was on the side, had no choice but to persuade him while suppressing his urge to belch.

"Superior, talented people are often like this. Besides, even Zhuge Wuhou, isn't he farming better than Nanyang, not to mention that the Young Master is still young."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and said.

"Mr. Song, we are the founding king who expelled the Northern Yuan Dynasty and established a new dynasty. We only want to establish a peaceful and prosperous world, but the ministers in the court who do not do practical things are the kind of Confucian scholars who can only speak sourly and pretend to be jealous. We must also let Zhu Tao set an example, let them know what it means to be able to write and fight, and to be a famous minister through the ages!"

After hearing what Zhu Yuanzhang said, Song Lian didn't know what he was trying to persuade, so he had to say it.

"The Shaodong family is still young after all. After a few years, he will become calmer and more mature, and his mentality will naturally change. It will definitely be fine by then. Please don't be too anxious."

Zhu Yuanzhang had no choice but to think this way. After returning to the harem, he told Queen Ma exactly what happened just now, and then said.

"Our Tao'er is very good. He gave Fang Xiaoru, a Hanlin scholar who thought he was the leader of the literary world, a slap in the face, and even crushed his poems. It really relieved us! We will have to let Tao'er preside over the imperial examinations in the future. Select talented people who can really do things, not such sour scholars."

After listening to Zhu Yuanzhang's words, Empress Ma said a little dumbfounded.

"In my opinion, you might as well leave all the important affairs of the court to Tao'er. Every time you mention Tao'er, you are always happy, but he is not a royal family after all, otherwise you should at least be named a prince."