The Ming Dynasty started with caution

Zhu Houzhao folded his hands and looked at Wang Shouren with his nose and said, "I heard that you are very observant. These are the ants that I asked Xiao Banban to catch. Whoever can count correctly within 100 times will win. If no one can count correctly, the one who is closest will win."

Eunuch Xiao had three covered bamboo tubes in his hand and was about to pour them into the white porcelain vat.

Yan Chengjin raised his hand: "Wait, are these black ants caught by Eunuch Xiao?"

"Lao Gao, do you think I will cheat? How can I be a sneaky person! Only Xiao Banban knows how many are in this bamboo tube."

Yan Chengjin said: "In order to ensure the fairness, openness and justice of the competition, Your Highness?"

Zhu Houzhao raised his hand with ease.

"Of course, I believe Your Highness." Yan Chengjin nodded.

"Lao Gao, you count, we are about to start!" Zhu Houzhao said excitedly.

He and Wang Shouren stood in front of the vat respectively.

These ants, poured into the white porcelain vat, were so densely packed and crawling that it was very difficult to count them. People with trypophobia might faint.

Zhu Houzhao grinned. He had been thinking hard about this game for two days.

Yan Chengjin said: "One"

Wang Shouren's eyes were full of spirit, staring at the vat, while Zhu Houzhao kept turning his head, looking left and right.

"Two"

"Three"

…………

One was his son and the other was his student. When the two stood together, Wang Hua held his forehead and wondered how he could teach these two things. It was embarrassing, embarrassing!

Wang Shouren entered a state of concentration just like he usually did when studying things. Zhu Houzhao's eyes were as big as copper bells and he turned his head left and right.

Soon, the time was about to run out.

Yan Chengjin counted to the end: "Ninety-five... ninety-seven... one hundred!"

"One thousand three hundred and fifty-seven!" Zhu Houzhao said first.

Wang Shouren said: "One thousand three hundred and sixty-nine!"

The difference between the two numbers was very small.

Eunuch Xiao gritted his teeth, glanced at the prince, and whispered in Yan Chengjin's ear.

"Your Highness really didn't cheat, Wang Shouren won, 1,420."

Zhu Houzhao's chin almost dropped to the ground, and he kicked the little eunuch: "Tell me the truth, how many are there?"

"Your Highness, it's really 1,420!" Eunuch Xiao was so aggrieved that he almost cried.

Zhu Houzhao rolled his eyes, lowered his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.

Isn't this trying to shirk his debt?

Yan Chengjin reminded: "Your Highness?"

Zhu Houzhao was not convinced: "I want to compete again, let me think about it, let's compete in seven-step poetry! Let Master Wang be the referee!"

"After this competition, Your Highness must go back to Minglun Hall with me to study." Wang Hua frowned.

"Okay, Master Wang is not allowed to be partial!" Zhu Houzhao was excited and began to get ready.

Wang Hua looked at his son: "Shouren, you can compete with His Highness again."

Wang Shouren: "…………"

The request was not too much, and it was about studying, so Wang Hua agreed.

Wang Hua walked to the door of the palace: "Please stand in front of the door with your son, and take this as the starting point. The person who takes the least steps and writes a poem within seven steps will win. If both of them write a poem, I will judge who will go first?"

Zhu Houzhao looked at Wang Shouren: "If you have the guts, go first!"

Wang Shouren nodded, thought about it, took the first step, and said:

Ma Fubo returned from the armor roll, and his hair turned gray after reading the art of war.

He looked confused, took another step, and then continued to read the last two sentences:

The copper pillar was buried in the clouds and broken by thunder, but the six-character inscription was still intact.

After walking down, it was exactly seven steps.

Zhu Houzhao was very excited: "It's my turn next, ahem, listen carefully, I'm going to recite a poem."

Before he took a step, he had already said a sentence:

I only love Yan Hua, don't talk about the passing of time.

Flowers are like horses, they can still be ridden even though they are old.

He walked very slowly, but spoke very fast, and only walked three steps.

Wow, this guy cheated!

Yan Chengjin was still wondering why he was so kind and let Wang Shouren go first, it turned out to give himself time to think about poetry.

Zhu Houzhao smiled and said, "Master Wang, who is better between me and your son? Tell me!"

Wang Hua stroked his beard and said, "Both are good poems. Your Highness's poem is well written, and my son's is a poem expressing his aspirations, but in terms of the number of steps, Your Highness won."

Zhu Houzhao laughed and patted Wang Shouren on the shoulder, "You are not simple to tie with me."

Anyone who knows what's going on knows what's going on. Zhu Houzhao should be considered cheating.

But think about it the other way around. If Zhu Houzhao goes first and Wang Shouren goes second, then Wang Shouren is the cheater. When writing poems in seven steps, whoever goes first will give the second person time to think. It seems that there is no absolute fairness.

With the guidance of great Confucian scholars such as Li Dongyang, Liu Jian, and Xie Qian, Zhu Houzhao still has something.

Yan Chengjin knows that Wang Shouren will face many difficulties in promoting the study of mind in the future.

From the Hongzhi Dynasty to the Jiajing Dynasty, Wang Shouren went through three dynasties, but he was not reused and had no chance to display his talents.

During the Ning Wang Rebellion, Wang Shouren put down the rebellion and made great contributions, but he was slandered as a rebel.

In the Jiajing Dynasty, Wang Shouren was still not reused. He wanted to retire and return home, but Emperor Jiajing did not allow him and trapped him in the capital.

In his later years, Wang Shouren was seriously ill and asked to retire and return home again, but Emperor Jiajing still did not allow him, so Wang Shouren died in a foreign land.

Because the ministers in the court did not like Wang Shouren's philosophy of mind.

Although Zhu Houzhao is a worthless person, he protects his own younger brother and even gives Liu Jin the throne.

In the future, if anyone dares to question the School of Mind, Zhu Houzhao will probably be the first to beat him to death with a brick.

"Let's start the third round?" Zhu Houzhao rolled up his arms and said with a smile.

Yan Chengjin was confused: "What third round? There is no third round?"

"I want to fight him!"

Wang Hua's face was dark, and he shouted: "Your Highness, don't fight, fighting is wrong, Shouren, you are not allowed to attack Your Highness."

Wang Shouren stood there in a daze, like a fool.

Zhu Houzhao, you are finished.

This guy has been playing with swords, guns, sticks and clubs since he was a child. He looks like a scholar, but he is more robber than a robber when he fights. I, Gao, can't afford to offend him.

In history, Wang Shouren killed countless robbers. Because his name contained the character "王", the robbers gave Wang Shouren a nickname, "Yan Wang".

"Your Highness, don't do that!"

The more Wang Hua persuaded, the more Zhu Houzhao couldn't help but grinned: "Without swords and guns, what can happen?"

Zhu Houzhao threw a punch at Wang Shouren, which was extremely fast. Obviously, he had practiced before. Wang Shouren dodged it slightly and avoided it.

Wang Hua was furious. He knew that if his son started fighting, three or five big men would not be able to beat him. He stamped his feet hurriedly: "Shouren! You must not attack Your Highness, otherwise... otherwise, Dad will not have a son like you!"

The two of them moved very quickly, like an action movie in a movie. Even Yan Chengjin became excited and cheered for Wang Shouren.

Beat him! How could Zhu Houzhao let you be his younger brother if he didn't beat him?

Zhu Houzhao's punches and kicks were swift and powerful, but he found that Wang Shouren was just retreating, so he felt it was boring.

"Why don't you hit me?"

"My father won't let me." Wang Shouren said naively.

"Hit me! Don't worry about your father. It's okay to hit me. I forgive you. If you don't hit me, I will piss your father off to death."

Wang Shouren was an honest man. When he heard that Zhu Houzhao forgave him and that he would piss off his father to death if he didn't hit him, he also started to fight.

He dodged Zhu Houzhao's hook punch, grabbed Zhu Houzhao's hand with his backhand, threw Zhu Houzhao to the ground with a back throw, and then performed Wing Chun.

Wang Hua's eyes rolled back and he fainted instantly.

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