Ming Taizi's Total War

Chapter 50 The Princess Is Angry

After Liu Bao finished grinding the ink, he saw that Zhu Cihong had filled the fine rice paper with words like earthworms crawling.

Liu Bao also couldn't tell whether Zhu Cihong's writing was regular script, cursive script, or clerical script. Zhu Cihong's characters resembled everything but nothing at all.

"The calligraphy of the prince is really getting more and more exquisite. This servant can't even see the essence of this word." Liu Bao suddenly took a picture of Zhu Cihong's horse. Maybe it was out of habit. No matter what Zhu Cihong did, he wanted to take a picture of it. Flattery.

This is also the reason why Liu Bao was able to survive unharmed when he first entered the palace, and was able to be selected to study later, and finally sent to the prince's side, and he has served the prince for a long time since then.

No one doesn't like to listen to flattery, no matter what is said is good or not, it is not wrong to say that it is not wrong, this is Liu Bao's way of life.

"Don't insult me, I deserve to be called calligraphy. To be honest, if I show this piece of paper to me the next day, I may not be able to recognize what is written on it." Zhu Cihong smiled Putting down the pen, he still doesn't know what word he wrote.

There is no way to read his characters at all, I am afraid that the boy who has just started is only at his level.

"Although the prince's writing is not artistic enough, there is a kind of domineering air between the lines, which makes people feel admirable." Liu Bao realized that he had kissed the wrong ass just now, so he quickly changed his words.

A eunuch like him never knew what a slap in the face was, especially when facing his master, because they had already given up their face, otherwise it would be impossible to live so long and enjoy it.

Unknowingly, Liu Bao remembered the eunuchs who were in the same group of attacks as him. In the end, he was the only one who got an official status, while the others were either dead or doing handyman work in the palace.

"That's right, I am a king, why should I be artistic? Throughout the ages, the more artistic a king is, the more miserable his end will be. I, Zhu Cihong, want to be a Daming who does not have any artistic skills and completely pursues the career of a king. Lord of ZTE."

Liu Bao's flattery hit the right place, and Zhu Cihuang was very happy to hear this. He comes from a pragmatic and utilitarian modern age.

What kind of art and what kind of prestige are all illusory in his eyes, because there is no way to quantify them, only the career of king and hegemony is real.

Because how many battles you fought, how many enemy troops you killed, how much you lost, whether you got new land or lost old land, these things are easy to be counted by numbers, and there is no way to cover them up.

Zhu Cihong still remembers a post he saw on the Internet in his previous life satirizing those who lied about the military situation during the war and deceived the people in the country.

Said: Military newspapers, war damage can be faked, but the front line cannot be faked. If the front line is really victorious, how can the front line be pushed more and more to the mainland?

Just when Liu Bao was about to flatter Zhu Cihong again, suddenly a little maid stumbled into Zhu Cihong's study.

As soon as she came to Zhu Cihong's study, she knelt down in front of Zhu Cihong and said, "Your Highness, go and see the princess. The princess got angry again and smashed all the vases in the room."

"You raise your head and talk slowly, what's wrong with the princess?" Zhu Cihong didn't immediately rush to Princess Changping's place, but first asked clearly what happened.

"The princess felt bored in the room and wanted to go out to see the flowers and plants, but the back garden of the mansion was occupied by soldiers again, so she wanted to go out to have a look, but Chen Taiyi said that the princess's wound was newly grown. The meat is so tender that I dare not touch it."

"We wanted to stop the princess and say not to let her go out, but in this way, the princess got angry and smashed all the porcelain in the room to pieces."

As soon as the maid in front of him looked up, Zhu Cihong realized that it was Xiaohong from last time, so he asked.

"Then why don't you take her to the street to see the excitement?" After saying this, Zhu Cihong realized that what he said was wrong.

The restrictions on women in this era are very strict. Shen Fu, who wrote "Six Chapters of a Floating Life", wanted to go out with his wife when he was young. Be bound more strictly.

An aristocratic woman like his sister Zhu Yuxi probably hasn't been on the street for 15 years, and it is impossible to go shopping like ordinary people in the future.

"Your Highness, how can the princess's golden body be seen by ordinary people in the street? If someone stains the princess's clothes, the servants will all be killed." Xiaohong explained.

"Well, that's right, then let me persuade the princess." Zhu Cihong thought that he hadn't seen his younger sister with the same father and mother for several days, so he thought about going to see her.

He asked Xiao Hong to lead the way, and he took Liu Bao and a few servants behind him, because Zhu Cihong had no way to absorb new eunuchs to serve in his mansion, so now all the manservants in the mansion are bought from outside .

In troubled times, it is normal for men and women to sell their bodies. After all, selling themselves can not only get a sum of money, which can be used to solve the suffering in the family, but also allows them to enter a new environment where they don't have to worry about food and clothing.

Of course, this is the treatment only when entering a wealthy family, or if those wealthy families treat them harshly, their life will be similar to when they fled.

Zhu Cihong's Prince's Mansion is not very big, because a large part of the area is used by him to accommodate the army, and in this mansion he has four masters, Zhu Yu, Ding Wang, and Yong Wang, so he doesn't need many people to serve him.

Arriving outside Zhu Yuxi's dormitory, Zhu Cihong heard the sound of porcelain smashing from a distance, and was startled.

He doesn't feel sorry for those priceless porcelains fired by official kilns and painted with exquisite patterns. As worthless as the dirt on the side of the road.

But Aimee Zhu's body worried him even more, if the shattered porcelain scratched her skin, it would be terrible.

"Princess, the crown prince is here." Several maids at the door of the princess' bedroom saw Zhu Cihong walking behind Xiaohong, and hurriedly reported.

As soon as Auntie Zhu heard that Zhu Cihuang was coming, she immediately ran out, hugged him and said, "Brother Huang, I want to go out to play, this mansion is really too small, I almost feel so stuffy."

Seeing Auntie Zhu rushing towards him, Zhu Cihuang hurriedly pushed her away, spoke righteously, and said like a brother, "How decent are you to lose your temper and throw things in your dormitory."

(End of this chapter)