When the starting point man crosses into a little eunuch

"Then Conan suddenly said..."

"There is only one truth, and the murderer is..." Zhu Houzhao sat cross-legged on the kang, resting his chin on his small hands, with a bitter face, and said listlessly: "If you want to know who the murderer is, please listen to the next chapter to explain it?" Although he used interrogative sentences , but there was no doubt on the expression on his face.

"Your Highness is wise." Zhang Mo didn't take it seriously, and said calmly.

"Smart...that...you know..." Zhu Houzhao slapped his hands heavily on the table, his handsome face was full of anger and dissatisfaction, he wanted to be angry, but he looked at the fearless and extremely calm Zhang Mo, before he had time to get angry, the husband felt helpless, "I said, can't you tell more at a time? Tell me such a short story every time? And you don't tell me the ending every time. Did you say it the next day?"

Because I miss the eunuch, but I am afraid of the eunuch.

Zhang Mo was very entangled and wanted to be an eunuch, so he deliberately didn't want to talk about the ending. He was afraid of the eunuch, so he had to tell stories like "Conan" and "One Thousand and One Nights" to reduce the habitual eunuch syndrome that may be caused by too long.

"Hmph! I really doubt, is your surname Zhu or mine?" Zhang Mo's silence fell into the eyes of the angry little friend Zhu, and it had another meaning, another meaning that made him even angrier. ——But he didn't dare to get angry, because he still didn't know who the murderer was.

Tomorrow, when Gu knows who the murderer is tomorrow, Gu must make Zhang Mo, a dead eunuch, look good.

Zhu Houzhao made the same oath to Zhu Yuanzhang and his old man No. 13 times in his heart, although this oath will basically be selectively forgotten by him when it comes to "tomorrow".

"Slaves are terrified!" Zhang Mo, who couldn't see the look of panic at all, did not forget to tease Zhu Houzhao's little friend when answering His Royal Highness's question, "Even if your surname is Zhu, your servants are still alive, and they are still afraid of boiling water." Hot."

"Pfft!" Zhu Houzhao laughed, and then burst out laughing. His little face, which was tense just now, immediately became cheerful, "Zhang Mo, you are the best." Zhu Houzhao jumped down from the kang and turned around Zhang Mo After a few laps, he pulled his sleeves, raised his head and blinked at Zhang Mo with his big eyes and said, "You dare to joke with me casually, they don't dare, you..."

"Your Highness, it's time for you to read the memorial." Facing the sugar-coated cannonballs of little friend Zhu, Zhang Mo remained unmoved and instead led the opponent into an army.

In the face of other princes, or even anyone else in the palace, Zhang Mo would not be so presumptuous, but who is Zhu Houzhao?

The ancients may not know it, but how can the people of later generations not know that his birth, fate, character, and even death were all pulled into the sun by professional and non-professional historians of later generations, clearly and clearly , those who have studied can no longer be studied.

Because Zhang Mo's understanding of Zhu Houzhao is not only far better than his own understanding of himself, but even more than Zhu Houzhao's own understanding of himself. He doesn't think that this person who has gathered the essence of 5000 years in China is the only one who dares to pursue his own free life—— As a general, he dared to fight against Confucianism, regards rules and etiquette as playthings, is capable of writing and martial arts, and can easily go into battle to kill the enemy, and even killed one himself, His Majesty Wu Zong will be really angry because of this.

"Ah?" Zhu Houzhao's face was bitter, and he scratched his little head with his little hands, and his little mouth was so pouted that two catties of pig's head meat could hang on it.

According to the Ming system, after the establishment of the crown prince, all memorials played in the outer court must be copied for the crown prince's reference.Originally, when Zhu Houzhao first ascended the crown prince, the Ministry of Rites had written to Emperor Xiaozong asking him to implement this rule.At that time, although Xiaozong felt that the officials of the Ministry of Rites were a little careless, he would even think of letting a five-month-old child read the memorial, but the ancestral system was like this, and he could not violate it, so he had to reply to the Ministry of Rites and wait for the prince to perform the crowning ceremony before doing this.

Five years later, after the five-year-old little prince Zhu Houzhao held the coronation ceremony, the officials of the Ministry of Rituals brought up the old matter impatiently, as if His Royal Highness would perish tomorrow if he didn't read the memorial today.

Due to his childhood experience, Xiaozong was a very obedient, gentle and easy-going emperor. Naturally, he would not sing against the officials of the Ministry of Rites for such a thing, so he had to agree to the request of the Ministry of Rites. Prince...

"Zhang Mo, look, isn't the paper airplane I folded pretty?" Zhu Houzhao sat cross-legged on the thick carpet, happily picked up a paper airplane that he folded himself, and pointed at Zhang Mo who was kneeling beside him. Show off in front of him.

"Your Highness is so smart, you are so good at the first time." Children want to be coaxed, especially the future Ming Wuzong children. Once they win a battle, they will spread the word on the street, and even spend their own money to cast commemorative plaques for their subordinates. The emperor should boast fiercely, vigorously, vigorously, anyway, it is just a waste of saliva and a waste of expression.

"Huh? What are you?" Zhu Houzhao casually tore off a piece of paper from a memorial to a certain minister on the disaster situation in a certain place, and continued to fold his second paper airplane, tilting his head and pointing at it with his chin. Zhang Mo asked with the paper product in his hand.

"Ah? This?" Zhang Mo looked at the heart-to-heart that he folded unconsciously with an embarrassing expression, and felt a little sore in his heart. He couldn't use it anymore, and he wouldn't need it in the future. "This is for girls. Zhang Moqiang suppressed his inner depression, turned his head to Zhu Houzhao with a malicious smile, pointed to the heart on the left side of Xinlianxin and said: "Male left and female right, the one on the left is the prince's heart ..." Zhang Mo pointed to the heart on the right again and said: "This is the heart of the prince's sweetheart. In the future, when His Royal Highness meets the sweetheart, he will give this to her. From then on, the two of you will be heart-to-heart, hand in hand, and share Create conjoined twins." Zhang Mo smiled and stuffed Xin Lian Xin into the hands of Zhu Houzhao, who was blushing almost to the point of bleeding.

I really can't believe that His Majesty Wu Zong, who is famous in the history books of later generations for his scandal with Sister Li Feng and his hobby of mature women and pregnant women, has such a pure time.

Time, what a huge pig-killing knife, in the blink of an eye, it turned a legendary Mrs. Xiaozheng who was said to be extremely intelligent, gentle and generous, adept at etiquette, with a quality like ice jade, radiant and regal, into an imperial demeanor. The future goldfish blames uncle.

"Well, that's right..." Zhang Mo thought for a while, then patted Zhu Houzhao on the shoulder, and whispered, "Don't tell anyone, especially don't tell the emperor."

"This, isn't it good?" Little Zhu Houzhao bit his finger, frowned, his face was very tangled, "Father said, a good boy can't lie to others."

"Tomorrow, I'll tell you two more episodes of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf." Zhang Mo said quickly without frowning.

"Deal!" Without even thinking about it, Zhu Houzhao immediately nodded in response faster than Zhang Mo spoke just now.

After being quiet for a while, Zhu Hou followed Zhang Mo's example and folded a beautiful heart-to-heart. While playing with the finished product of his manual labor class, he looked at Zhang Mo and asked curiously: "But, my sweetheart... oh , Zhang Mo, tell me... what will the person in my heart be like in the future?"

"Huh?" Are you too young?

Zhang Mo looked up at Zhu Houzhao in surprise, and saw him sitting cross-legged, resting his chin on his hands, resting his elbows on his knees, looking at Zhang Mo with a serious expression, his big eyes flashed with longing and seeking knowledge Guang Guang's innocent appearance made Zhang Mo feel guilty.

"I don't know what will happen to His Royal Highness's sweetheart, but if it is a slave, the other party must first be beautiful, and very beautiful, smart, very smart, and virtuous, not jealous..." Zhang Mo touched it with his hand Chin, head raised slightly, eyes looking at the sky, with an intoxicated face, he spoke out the standard of his sweetheart - this standard is basically in accordance with the background of the heroines of various YY novels and the appearance of an actress in a love action tender movie in an island country. Choose from the best.

pretty?clever?Good background?I can still understand this, but what is 36 drops?What is sexy?And what is good work?

The kid Zhu Houzhao, who has not yet evolved into the goldfish monster, told Zhang Mo that the pear is very big because he couldn't understand it at all.

There is also the one who is not jealous, takes the initiative to take a concubine for her husband, does not fight for the face of the big wife, and can be intimate with the concubine to serve her husband together!Mother, it's true that even my mother can't do it... Well, a son can't be so unfilial.

Zhu Houzhao glanced at Zhang Mo who had fallen into the automatic YY mode and couldn't help himself, stood up and waved lightly at Zhang Yong who was beside him, and led him out of the room lightly, then looked back and was still reminiscing about the good times Zhang Mo of Time, asked in a low voice: "Zhang Banban, I heard that Zhang Mo is still practicing martial arts besides serving me and studying in the inner school?"

"Returning to Your Highness, although Zhang Mo is a bit stupid, he is loyal at heart. He always wants to learn more and become useful so that he can serve His Highness in the future." The little prince is not sure. Zhang Yong had no choice but to pick up the nice words and answer.

"Well, it's good to be helpful, but don't force him to be too hasty." Zhu Houzhao nodded, expressing his satisfaction with Zhang Yong's answer, "Study is important, but you should also take care of your body and rest more , don't work too hard."

"Your Highness..." Zhang Yong looked at Zhu Houzhao gratefully, and was about to say a few words of humility for his stupid son who failed to live up to his expectations. Just as he was about to start, Zhu Houzhao waved his hand to stop the conversation.

"Zhang Banban, tell Zhang Mo after you go back, you must have a good rest and sleep more." Zhu Houzhao stuck out his small head from the door, looking at Zhang Mo who was still sitting on the ground, deep in thought, but giggling from time to time, He said in a heartbroken tone: "In broad daylight, when you open your eyes, you start dreaming, and it looks like you didn't sleep well at night."