Chapter 1190

"Meng Ying regretted it."

Zhang Fu came to Fang's house and talked about Meng Ying.

"He was supposed to be your Majesty's confidant when he was in charge of the governor's house of the five armies, but he hesitated on this matter and made a big taboo. Jin Zhong was very happy. He dared to drink in the military headquarters at noon and shouted that he deserved it. Being short-sighted is not enough to trust big things."

A touch of bitterness floated on Zhang Fu's face, "Your Majesty has been dissatisfied with Wu Xun for a long time. He wants Wu Xun to form a balance with civil servants, but..."

"But you think it will be the world of civil servants in the future, so you unconsciously softened your position!"

Fang Xing felt that Zhang Fuzhen had miscalculated Zhu Di and Zhu gaochi.

"The prince will not treat Wu Xun like his majesty. If you soften yourself first, that's a good opportunity. If people don't suppress you, who will they suppress?"

Fang Xing said, "gentle and elegant, elder brother, do you think this is a martial arts man? In my heart, a martial arts man should be heroic. Even a military general with many tricks should be vigorous and resolute, not gentle and elegant. He is envious of literati!"

The confluence of civil and military affairs is just a dream, and most of it will be a nightmare!

As long as the martial arts begin to move closer to the civil service, don't want to turn over in the future!

Zhang Fu said helplessly, "but martial arts people can't be ignorant. What else do you want to learn except Confucianism?"

Yes! This man forgot Science in an instant.

However, this is normal. Many people in the court hated science at the beginning, but now they have forgotten science.

Fang Xing thinks this is success. In his plan, the academy is only a leader, and more importantly, those self scholars.

"Xun Qi is passed down from generation to generation. Who knows whether the next generation is good or bad? If he is worthless and has no power at that time, he will be a short title and can't compare with a five grade official."

"So learning Confucianism and changing family style is just everyone's plan for the future."

"The king of Chu has a thin waist. How hungry the palace is! Hey!"

Fang woke up and said, "I think everyone is staring at your majesty. Your majesty prints a batch of Confucian books every few years, so everyone flocks to it. After all, your majesty is old! You have to see the Prince later."

Zhang Fu did not refute this remark, but acquiesced.

Once the son of heaven and a courtier, Zhu Di was in his early 60s. In this age of low longevity, he was almost a birthday star.

But the longevity will eventually return to the dust, but the next generation of Kings love Confucianism and civil servants.

Wu Xun was worried. They were worried from inside to outside, so whether they understood it or not, everyone held a book. It was spectacular all day.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside, followed by mother Qin's cry: "young master, run slowly!"

As the footsteps faded away, Zhang Fu's face showed a soft color and said, "it's a potato? The boy is very wild! Good!"

Fang Xing said with a smile, "this boy has strong legs and feet. When other people's children are still stumbling, he can toss all over the yard."

They went out of the study and stood outside the door looking at the distant potatoes. Zhang Fu was in the twilight and said somewhat disheartened: "I have fought for my brother for many years, and there is no one in my family who can inherit the title. In the end, who is it for?"

"There will be, brother. Trust me, you will have a son."

They wandered to the inner yard and just saw potatoes fishing with peace on the edge of the big jar in the yard.

"Brother, why don't you have lunch at home?"

With potatoes and titles at home, Zhang Shuhui's attitude towards Zhang Fu became more and more casual.

Zhang Fu looked at potatoes and Ping'an and said casually, "OK, it's cold. Just get a hot pot."

The knife is also at Du's house at this time.

Du Hailin didn't go out today. The whole family is waiting for Xiaodao and Chunmei to come back.

The gifts offered by the knife are all practical, especially a hardcover Science Series, which makes Duchamp a little jealous, but he is frightened by Du Hailin and dare not ask for them.

Chun Mei's face was red and looked very good. Feng took her to the bedroom to talk.

"How are you treated by my uncle? How do the xinghebo family treat you?"

Feng took his daughter's hand and wanted to ask. Finally, he jumped out these two sentences.

Chunmei hung her head in shame and said, "well, xinghebo's family is also easy-going. My wife often asks me to go in and talk about miscellaneous things. It's all the housekeeper's way."

Feng's eyes flashed and asked, "who is in charge of the money at home?"

Women don't care about money, that's servants and baby machines!

Chunmei said, "Mom," if that upright son talks big, I will shut him up for a year! "

Then Zhu Di called a group of civil and military officials, and they went to Jubao mountain guard.