The Ming Dynasty started with caution

"I'm just going to see you. When did you become friends with Master Wu?" Zhu Houzhao said seriously.

If there was nothing to do, Lao Gao would never become friends with the ministers in the court.

There must be something interesting that stopped me from going.

It must be like this!

"Your Highness has the time, why don't you go back to the palace to study music?"

Yan Chengjin heard that Zhu Houzhao got inspiration from the melody of Yang Tinghe chanting and independently created a song...

Zhu Houzhao danced with joy and said with a smile: "I composed a song called "Shabian Music". Come to the East Palace and I will play it for you."

"It's this?"

"Shabian Music" is a song composed by Zhu Houzhao that is regarded as a classic by later generations.

The music is accompanied by sheng, flute, qin, drum, etc., and the music is extremely rich.

The musicians who have heard this song all praised it as a divine song.

Sure enough, Zhu Houzhao, who is a negative example, is proficient in everything except reading.

In the future, if a student does not study seriously, he will be reprimanded by the teacher: Hey, do you want to learn Zhu Houzhao!

As far as Yan Chengjin knows, this guy is also very good at Cuju.

Born 500 years later, he will be the Maradona of Asia.

"Lao Gao, have you heard of this song?" Zhu Houzhao asked in surprise.

The name is still heard, Yan Chengjin shook his head: "No."

Zhu Houzhao looked at He Neng with interest: "If you are afraid that I will be exposed, I will pretend to be a servant and sneak into Wu's house with you, and Master Wu will not recognize me."

Do you think the Jinyiwei in the dark is Wu Dalang?

Can't see anything?

In less than half an hour, he will report to His Majesty where he is.

There is nothing to do on weekdays, but now it is not possible. The cartoons drawn by Wu Huan will also be reported to His Majesty.

Maybe, the rise of a small folk culture was moved to the court for discussion.

"I will not go to Wu's house, I will go to Li's house instead."

Yan Chengjin knew that Zhu Houzhao disliked Li Dongyang the most, and was even a little afraid of him.

Because Li Dongyang could always see through his little thoughts.

"Then I will go back to the palace." Zhu Houzhao didn't care at all, he put his hands on his hands, and walked away happily.

Obviously, he was in a very good mood after being able to get out of bed.

Waiting for a quarter of an hour.

Yan Chengjin got on the sedan chair and went to Wu's house.

When he arrived at the door of Wu's house, he saw Zhu Houzhao in the rearview mirror, Yan Chengjin: "..."

"Your Highness, didn't you go back to the palace?"

"Didn't you go to Li's house?"

"I will go to Wu's house first, and then to Li's house."

"I will do the same."

Shameless thing...

Yan Chengjin walked forward a few steps with a dark face. The doorman saw that there were guests coming and hurried to report.

Wu Kuan was worried. A few days ago, his son Wu Huan came back from Yan's house and worked very hard.

The lights were on until three o'clock in the morning.

He was so pleased that he ate half a bowl more than usual.

But what he never expected was that this wicked boy was hiding in the room to paint.

If the servant hadn't picked up the waste paper for him to see, he would have been in the dark and had no idea.

"Has the young master been painting these days?"

Wu Kuan ordered people to confine Wu Huan and ordered the book boy to watch him and report when he painted.

In the past, he knew that Wu Huan had a hobby of painting.

The book boy quickly replied: "The young master hasn't painted for a few days."

Wu Kuan nodded with satisfaction.

At this time, the doorman walked in lightly and reported: "Master, there is a person outside the door to visit, he said his name is Yan Chengjin."

"No!" Wu Kuan was so angry that his old face turned red.

My son is kind by nature, but he met such a thief, he must have been bewitched by him.

The doorman hesitated: "Master, there is another person, he said his name is Zhu Houzhao."

Yan Chengjin kept a hand to prevent Wu Kuan from disappearing.

Zhu Houzhao might brag on weekdays, but there is one thing he said, he is definitely not bragging.

That is: All the great scholars in the world are my teachers!

Wu Kuan is also Zhu Houzhao's teacher, a guest lecturer in the Zhanshi Mansion, and a permanent host of the Jingyan.

He may not meet him, but he will definitely meet Zhu Houzhao.

Yan Chengjin also prepared several other plans.

However, since Zhu Houzhao has come with him, he must make use of the waste.

After a while, Wu Kuan came out to greet him in person: "Minister, meet your Highness!"

He looked at Yan Chengjin with some rift, neither cold nor hot: "Your Highness, don't be bewitched by others and sneak out of the palace to play."

Yan Chengjin did not change his face. Anyway, he is now in the court, and has been carrying the blame for misleading the prince.

After carrying it for a while, he fell in love with it.

Zhu Houzhao smiled and bowed to Wu Kuan happily: "How is Master Wu?"

"Your Highness cares about me, I am grateful in my heart. My health is not very good. My legs and feet hurt when it rains, my waist has some problems, and my ears seem to..."

Before Wu Kuan could be moved for a few seconds, Zhu Houzhao said straightforwardly: "I am here to see Wu Huan."

"..."Wu Kuan.

After standing at the door for a while, Wu Kuan finally made way and invited the two to enter the mansion.

However, he did not go to the wing room in the backyard, but came to the main hall.

The yard is well-behaved, a little worse than Li Dongyang's mansion.

"Is it Lord Yan who wants to find my son? I don't know what he wants to find my son for!"

How can your Highness have a relationship with my son? It must be Yan Chengjin who wants to find Huan'er.

Wu Kuan saw through it at a glance.

Yan Chengjin pulled out an IOU from his sleeve and said, "This is the debt that Wu Huan owes me. I'm here to collect it."

Wu Kuan took it and glanced at it, then pointed at Yan Chengjin tremblingly, and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Since the Tang Dynasty, literary debt has become popular among scholars.

If you owe something, you don't pay back the money. Instead, you write a poem or a painting to pay off the debt.

This is not surprising.

The strange thing is, what the hell is this Fox House grid painting?

"Let me take a look." Zhu Houzhao pulled him over and said, "Master Wu, it is common practice to pay back debts."

Wu Kuan felt like his heart was blocked by a big stone, and he was so angry that he couldn't calm down for a long time.

"How could my son be so stupid as to create such a document and ask the young master to come out..."

After a while,

Wu Huan saluted the three of them, and after reading the written note, he felt ashamed and said: "It is indeed the written note made by my son. Dad, my son wants to paint..."

"You're going to piss me off to death!" Wu Kuan got a little carried away.

The atmosphere was less awkward because Zhu Houzhao was present, because he was always smiling.

Wu Huan lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed of his father.

Yan Chengjin asked, "How's the painting going?"

Wu Huan said, "Sir, wait a minute," then returned to the room and brought the fox house that he had secretly painted.

Like the black and white comics that Yan Chengjin read when he was a kid.

The painting is good, extremely restored, and the imagination is wild.

Zhu Houzhao took a look and was very interested. He asked anxiously: "Why don't you draw the Three Kingdoms?"

"Students don't understand horse politics, and they are not good at painting."

"Drawed with charcoal?"

"yes."

Zhu Houzhao's eyes moved and he thought a little.

Yan Chengjin said solemnly: "After the painting is finished, give it to me, and this IOU will be paid off."

Wu Huan nodded.

Coming out of Wu Mansion, Zhu Houzhao said: "Old Gao, what do you want with that?"

"Your Highness, don't look down upon that small painting, it is of great use."

Yan Chengjin didn't want him to explain too much, as Zhu Houzhao was already interested in comics.

This is a dangerous sign.

Early morning the next day.

Hundreds of officials stood in the temple, with the officials at the front and the seat behind Ma Wensheng empty.

That was Wu Kuan's position. He always entered the palace earlier than other ministers.

Emperor Hongzhi asked with concern: "Where is Wu Qing's family?"

Xiao Jing hesitated slightly and whispered: "Mr. Wu fainted in the bathroom last night from crying. Fortunately, he was found early."

Crying in the bathroom?

Why is it so sad? Emperor Hongzhi couldn't help but wonder.

Li Dongyang, Ma Wensheng and others were also confused.

"Yesterday, after Yan Chengjin and His Highness the Crown Prince went to the Wu Mansion, Mr. Wu was filled with grief. That's why such a tragedy happened."

Xiao Jing glanced at Yan Chengjin without revealing any trace.

The factory guards couldn't rush into Wu's house to ask what the specific reason was.

For now, this is all the information we know.

However, it is about Yan Chengjin.

Emperor Hongzhi sneered, a little dissatisfied: "Yan Qing's family, what did you and the prince do in the Wu Mansion yesterday?"

Yan Chengjin lowered his head and thought, wildly speculating, how should he answer?

If you say that you are going to collect debts, you will be punished by the princes.

Before he could answer, Emperor Hongzhi asked, "But that scoundrel did something disobedient and made Master Wu so sad?"

How could I forget Zhu Houzhao, the pot guy who takes orders automatically...

Yan Chengjin turned his head slightly and looked at the other ministers.

I found that Li Dongyang and others looked thoughtful and seemed to be convinced.