Daming: An arbitrary door at the beginning shocked Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 107 composed the poem “Scolding the Literati”, arrogant and domineering!!

After the Jin Yiwei who passed the message finished speaking, Li Shanchang’s face immediately changed.

“Your Highness, Lu Ben, they are clearly coming at you! With so many people advising and forcing the palace, I’m afraid there will be trouble. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang sneered and asked, “Good Chief, where did you tell me where the trouble came from?” ”

This tone… Why is it the same as the Holy One?

Li Shanchang felt inexplicably nervous, “A few days ago, news came from Henan that smallpox in Chenjia Village had not been controlled and had spread to several nearby towns. ”

“Although this has nothing to do with His Highness, but Lu Ben with so many people to advise, the holy lord has the heart to protect the short, and he can’t turn a blind eye, the matter of commercial taxation, I’m afraid it will be shelved.”

As Li Shanchang said, although everyone knows that smallpox in Henan has nothing to do with the change in commercial taxes.

However, since the Han Dynasty respected Confucianism, successive dynasties have paid attention to the imperial power and the heavenly sensibility.

But whenever there is a natural or man-made disaster, it is those in power who have done bad things.

Zhu Yuanzhang really had nothing to do, and it was impossible to directly arrest them and sword.

But unfortunately, today is not the past, Zhu Xiongying has the perverted magic weapon of the medical cow suitcase…

Therefore, after listening to Li Shanchang’s words, Zhu Yuanzhang only felt a little funny and funny.

“Good chief, I will write a poem, you find a sign and stick it, hang it in front of the Huagai Hall and show it to the 327 people.”

“Your Highness, hurry up and consult with the Holy Lord, this is not the time to write poetry!”

Li Shanchang persuaded a little anxiously.

Zhu Yuanzhang was unimpressed, “What’s the hurry?” We probably haven’t come back yet.

Li Shanchang was a little confused.

We?

Why is this tone so familiar? Exactly the same as the Holy One?

He hadn’t had time to say anything yet.

Zhu Yuanzhang found a good piece of rice paper and waved it down.

I saw him writing:

Scolded the literati and chirped a few crows, spewing feces all over their mouths and croaking.

Don’t be happy today, tomorrow morning will be a rotten girl.

After reading the content of the poem, Li Shanchang’s expression suddenly became a little strange.

Looking at this poem, his face is also red, literati, this seems to scold him too, strictly speaking, Zhu Biao is not immune.

“Your Highness, this, this is not good, right? If it was posted, wouldn’t it be for nothing that they had given a reason to impeach His Highness, not to mention that the officials of the imperial court would be unhappy, and the prince would probably be angry. ”

“Prince? Hmph, if he takes his seat and calls himself a literati, he deserves to be angry. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang hated iron a little bit.

Li Shanchang listened with trepidation, “Cough, Your Highness, whisper, so say the prince, not filial piety!” The most filial piety of the saint, if it reaches his old man’s ears, I am afraid that he will really be angry. ”

Why should we be angry with ourselves?

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Li Shanchang with disdain, and pushed the paper with the poem “Scolding the Literati” over, “Quickly post this poem to show them, let’s see how long they can kneel outside.”

“But…”

“Let you go!

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Li Shanchang.

Li Shanchang looked at him, obviously he was just an eight-year-old child, but he was stunned by the frightened back of his eyes.

This look is full of Senran’s killing intent, where can an eight-year-old child have?

For a moment, he actually suspected that this Zhu Xiongying was Zhu Yuanzhang’s fake fan.

But immediately, Li Shanchang dispelled this absurd idea.

Illusion, it should be an illusion…

Although he thought so, given the glare just now, Li Shanchang did not have the courage to dissuade again, and took the rice paper with the poem “Scolding the Literati” and walked out.

……

Daming Palace.

Outside the Canopy Temple.

Led by Lu Ben and others, the civil and military officials knelt outside.

Huang Zicheng lowered his head and asked in a low voice: “Master Lu, there has been no reaction for half a day, Zhu Xiongying won’t want to leave us hanging here, right?”

“What’s the hurry, I guess I’m thinking of countermeasures with Li Shanchang.”

Lu Ben snorted coldly, “This time, unless he can get rid of the smallpox, his head will fall!” ”

“Lord Lu, Li Shanchang is here. Huang Zicheng shouted.

Lu Bentai looked at it and said a little proudly: “Finally here, I want to see what that arrogant little devil is going to do!” ”

Li Shanchang followed the two brocade guards to the front of the Huagai Hall, but did not look at the officials, but pointed at the two brocade guards behind him.

I saw that the two brocade guards brought a sign, stood in front of the Huagai Hall, and nailed a piece of rice paper to it.

Then clapped his hands, turned around and left without saying a word.

“Lord Lu, my eyes are not very good, you look at what is written on it, I don’t know what kind of medicine is sold in that Zhu Xiongying, the gourd.”

Huang Zicheng turned his head and said.

Lu Ben squinted and read what was written on it.

“Chattering a few crows, spewing feces all over their mouths and croaking. Don’t be happy today, tomorrow morning will be a rotten girl. ”

After reading it, Lu Ben’s face was livid, and he trembled with anger.

“That little bunny! To write this kind of poem to humiliate us! It’s unbearable! Too much deception!

Huang Zicheng’s face was equally ugly, but after thinking about it carefully, he said: “Lord Lu, don’t be angry, then Zhu Xiongying wrote this poem, although it is infuriating, but he did this, it means that there is nothing to do, the dog jumped off the wall, and he wrote this poem, directly scolding the literati all over the world, undoubtedly making enemies for himself out of thin air, for us, it is a great thing!” ”

When Lu Ben heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on his face.

“Mr. Huang said yes!”

Huang Zicheng said with a smile: “Now we just have to wait, Zhu Xiongying just doesn’t want to come out, and he has to come out, so he has to give this matter an explanation.” ”

“At that time, unless the smallpox in Henan can be leveled overnight, the commercial tax will inevitably fail, and we will impeach with the poem “Scolding the Literati”, hehe, there is his good fruit to eat.”

“Yes, yes, yes.

Lu Ben nodded indifferently and laughed beautifully.

At this time, when I read the poem “Scolding the Literati”, I felt refreshed.

Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Xiongying, you are a ghost with many ideas, and you are also an eight-year-old child.

To fight us above the court is to be self-defeating.

This time, I will definitely take revenge for the sins I suffered before!