I am the prince of the Ming Dynasty, I don't give up

Chapter 73 My Silly Brother

"What do you mean, Mr. Yang? How did the Prince of Jing become a flatterer and seek favor?" Zhu Houzhao's face turned cold.

Yang Tinghe secretly groaned when he saw the change in Zhu Houzhao's expression. Prime Minister Li Dongyang had always been the good guy and had to maintain a good relationship with Zhu Houzhao. He certainly couldn't stand up and advise him now, but he had to take the lead at this time.

He then said solemnly: "Listening to his words and observing his actions, the sword forged by the King of Jing is indeed rare in the world and unparalleled in the world. But the talk about consuming 600,000 kilograms of pig iron and sacrificing blood to the sword is definitely exaggerated. This is just talk to curry favor!"

After Yang Tinghe recovered from the shock of seeing the Blood-Drinking Sword for the first time, he, who had rich life experience, immediately realized that the King of Jing might have consumed a lot of pig iron to forge the sword, but was it really so exaggerated as 600,000 kilograms? Sacrificing blood to the sword might be true, but was the situation so urgent at the time? There must be some water in it! He had seen many similar tricks in his decades of politics! Yu Chunlai was still a little naive in front of him.

"Moreover, the King of Jing is thousands of miles away from Your Majesty. Before this, Your Majesty had very little interaction with the King of Jing, or even no interaction at all. And this time, the King of Jing presented such a valuable gift, which is ten or even dozens of times more valuable than the gifts presented by other royal palaces. He must have some ulterior motive. This is an act of flattery! I hope Your Majesty can see clearly!"

The older you get, the wiser you get. The two points Yang Tinghe made go straight to the heart of the matter.

Li Dongyang and Liu Jin nodded repeatedly after hearing this.

But when Zhu Houzhao heard these words, it felt different. Yang Tinghe thought he had figured out everything, but he had been away from his youth for decades, and the youthful spirit and passion were too far away from him.

At this time, the role of Zhu Houxuan's character setting became prominent.

Zhu Houzhao cursed in his heart: Yang Tinghe, you bastard, you are scheming and plotting every day, your heart is black, how can you understand the minds of us middle school boys? You may not understand the behavior of Prince Jing, but I, who grew up in a similar environment and am still in the middle school period, can see it clearly!

"Prince of Jing Zhu Houxuan is only fifteen years old this year. He is young and full of vigor and blood. He often does things based on his passion. When he gets stubborn, even ten oxen can't pull him back. How could he have so many complicated thoughts? He forged this sword for me out of a pure heart. This is an act of youthful vigor. How can it be regarded as an act of flattery?" Zhu Houzhao directly retorted, but still saved some dignity for Yang Tinghe.

Yang Tinghe was speechless, and laughed in his heart: Your Majesty, are you sure that what you just said was not about yourself? Aren't you often doing things with passion, and when you are stubborn, even ten cows can't pull you back?
After refuting Yang Tinghe, Zhu Houzhao suddenly realized something new. He suddenly understood why Zhu Houxuan's memorial gave him such a strange feeling.

Zhu Houzhao had been on the throne for four or five years. He had seen too many memorials that flattered him as soon as they came to power. He was very fed up with the overt and covert flattery. He wanted to pull that person over immediately and ask him: You flatter him so enthusiastically, but are we really that familiar with each other?
In contrast, the words in the memorial of King Jing are very fresh and refined, with a very clear sense of the boundaries of communication. There is basically no flattery in his memorial, but he only recalls the most glorious time of the Ming Dynasty; expresses his resentment about the current unrest in the country and the frequent southward advance of the Mongols; and frankly states his regret for not being able to revive the Ming Dynasty. Finally, he expressed the motivation for forging the sword - I agree with and support your ambition to revive the Ming Dynasty, so I place my hope of reviving the Ming Dynasty on you, and therefore forged this sword for you to make up for my regret that I cannot revive the Ming Dynasty.

He was full of youthful spirit, and his tone was neither humble nor arrogant. He did not lower his posture, and even looked at him as if he was an equal. This made Zhu Houzhao feel that Prince of Jing Zhu Houyan only regarded him as a comrade-in-arms who was fighting for the same goal.

If it were any other emperor, he would definitely be furious about this, but for Zhu Houzhao, a middle school boy, this feeling was extremely novel and extremely useful.

At this time, Zhang Yong also finished reading Zhu Houxuan's memorial and said, "Master Yang is wrong!"

Everyone present looked at Zhang Yong.

However, Zhang Yong calmly held up Shi Lu's accusation memorial, "Today's events all originated from this memorial. If there had not been this memorial from Shi Lu accusing the King of Jing, we would not have gathered here, and the envoys of the King of Jing's mansion would not have had the opportunity to meet Your Majesty after sending the gifts, and we would naturally not have heard of his words about spending 600,000 kilograms of pig iron and sacrificing blood for the sword." Then Zhang Yong held up Zhu Houxuan's memorial, "According to the normal process, we would only marvel at the exquisiteness of the sword forged by His Royal Highness the King of Jing, but would not know how much effort the King of Jing put in behind the scenes. Because in the King of Jing's memorial, the description of the process of forging the sword is only one word..."

Zhang Yong opened the memorial and pointed at the word and said, "Dedicate yourself!"

"His Royal Highness the King of Jing used the word 'put all his efforts' to describe the forging process in a very bland way. Could this word be His Royal Highness the King of Jing's way of inviting favor?"

Now everyone in the hall was really shocked - King Jing, you spent so much effort to forge such a good sword but you didn't even say a word to take credit for it. If you had mentioned it secretly, we wouldn't have said much, but you didn't even mention it and just used a very inconspicuous word to describe it. Are you stupid?

Now the image of King Jing became clear in everyone's mind - a noble and passionate young man who was overwhelmed by patriotic enthusiasm.

Only such a person would do such a cost-free thing and such a stupid thing.

With this turning point, Zhu Houxuan's character was completely established.

Yang Tinghe's face darkened. There were so many twists and turns today that he actually neglected such an important logical relationship! As a result, he had no way to refute it now. He was now tongue-tied and couldn't say a word.

Zhang Yong's words helped everyone sort out the logic of today's events and also evoked Zhu Houzhao's memories.

He recalled how angry he felt when he first heard about this. How angry he was at that time, how guilty he felt now. The King of Jing was such a good man, but he almost sent troops to attack him, and almost made a big mistake.

To be honest, guilt was a very rare emotion for Zhu Houzhao. It was the first time in his life that he felt such a strong sense of guilt towards someone other than his father.

Immersed in guilt, he suddenly thought of what Yu Chunlai had just said about Zhu Houxun sacrificing his sword with blood - the flames suddenly surged up and rushed straight to the roof, and no one could enter within ten feet. Everyone was terrified and fled in all directions. The prince went up against the flow, cut his hand with a knife, and sprinkled the blood on the forge, and the flames were extinguished.
"Only a passionate young man can do such a thing!" Zhu Houzhao murmured.

Everyone present was confused when they heard this, but they also knew that they were talking about King Jing.

"Next time you encounter something like this, don't go up there, just run away quickly." Zhu Houzhao was already immersed in his own world.

"Oh! My stupidity!" Zhu Houzhao wanted to say silly child, but when he thought that he was only twenty years old this year and Zhu Houxun was only fifteen, it was not appropriate to say that.

"Oh! My silly brother!"

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