"Get up!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand and said with a smile, "Partner, my pencil drawing is not bad, right?"
As soon as this question came out, Feng Bao naturally flattered him. Zhu Yijun's face was full of smiles when he heard it. He nodded and looked at Feng Bao with a very satisfied expression.
After a long while, Zhu Yijun said, "Then in a few days, I will also draw a painting for my mother."
It didn't take long before Feng Bao ran to Lee's place with the painting in his arms at night.
She directly told Madam Li the news that she was the Emperor's pencil and drew a picture. She flattered Madam Li like a tide, saying that the Emperor was excellent, that his drawing skills were peerless, and that whatever she heard was good, which made Madam Li extremely happy.
The next morning, Zhu Yijun asked someone to bring a drawing board to the Palace of Compassionate and Peaceful. Lee Myung-bak and Miss Chen each drew a painting.
Naturally, the palace was full of praise. Zhu Yijun also went to draw a painting for Zhang Juzheng. Then, this matter spread in the capital.
Countless people knew that the emperor had invented a new type of pen. The paintings drawn with this pen had a unique charm.
Even so, there was no pencil drawing. After all, no one knew how to draw.
For this matter, Zhu Yijun was not in a hurry. He was going to wait until the school opened and teach the people who studied with him how to draw.
If it spread through these people, it would definitely be popular. When this kind of painting was sought after, his name would spread.
There was a lack of entertainment in the palace. Zhu Yijun was bored all day, so he was going to do something.
What was the way to do it?
That was to find a hobby for his mother. As the daughter of a mason, his mother was not interested in poetry, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
Zhu Yijun was going to do Peking Opera. Zhu Yijun felt that his mother would definitely like it.
There were all kinds of stories and songs. Moreover, Zhu Yijun felt that this was a propaganda position.
Whether it was the Daming Dynasty or later generations, propaganda was very important. The current situation was that the propaganda was in the hands of the scholar-officials, and he had to think of a way to snatch it.
He definitely couldn't rob it openly, but he could do it secretly.
Opera was definitely a good method. Moreover, after the development of the Song and Yuan dynasties, opera and zaju had great potential.
For example, Zhu Yijun knew that Wei Liangfu, who was known as the Sage of Song, was currently hiding in Jiangsu Province, performing Kunqu Opera.
Kun Opera was considered a very old type of opera. Later, when the Hui opera came to the capital, it evolved into Peking Opera. Zhu Yijun felt that he could create it now.
Wei Liangfu should also stop doing Kunqu and come to Beijing to do Peking Opera!
How nice would it be to sing the Generals of the Yang Family and Lord Bao?
Zhu Yijun felt that his mother would definitely like it. Empress Dowager Cixi loved to watch dramas.
Coupled with his mother's background, opera would definitely win her favor.
That way, he wouldn't have to keep staring at him.
"Feng Bao, go to Jiangsu Province and recruit Wei Liangfu to the capital for me!"
Zhu Yijun held a small bowl in his hand and fed the carp in the lotus pond as he spoke to Feng Bao.
Feng Bao was stunned. Look for Wei Liangfu?
Who was this guy?
Although Wei Liangfu had also been an official and even became a minister, there were too many of them nowadays. Feng Bao really couldn't remember.
His heart couldn't help but tighten. Could it be that someone was gossiping in front of the Emperor again?
Glancing at Feng Bao, Zhu Yijun narrowed his eyes and became more and more annoyed in his heart.
Originally, he didn't think that it was a big deal to keep Feng Bao, but now, Zhu Yijun felt more and more restricted.
Feng Bao's power was too great. The entire palace was his people. If he wanted to do something, he couldn't avoid him at all.
"What?
Do you feel embarrassed? "Zhu Yijun looked at Feng Bao with a sullen face and asked expressionlessly.
Feng Bao was stunned. What's wrong with the little Emperor?
His tone is obviously wrong!
"Your Majesty, of course, no problem!" Feng Bao said quickly, "It's just that Old Slave doesn't know who this Wei Liangfu is!
Why does Your Majesty look for him?
He doesn't know anything. Old Slave doesn't know where to look for him! "
Zhu Yijun sighed. Feng Bao didn't change because of his time travel!
As the Emperor's slave, Feng Bao had forgotten his duty as a slave. How could you ask about the Emperor's orders?
You didn't do it, and you even questioned the Emperor. Zhu Yijun finally understood why the Wanli Emperor used a sword to chop Feng Bao in history.
"Then forget it. No need to look for him!" Zhu Yijun waved his hand. He seemed to feel that it was troublesome and didn't mention this matter anymore.
Feng Bao's eyes flashed fiercely. He couldn't ask anything from the Emperor, but Feng Bao knew that someone must be playing tricks again.
After thinking for a long time, Feng Bao felt that this matter couldn't be let go.
Zhu Yijun handed the fish food to the palace maid beside him and turned back to the Palace of Heavenly Purity.
Here, Zhu Yijun went back, and on the other side, Feng Bao ran to the Palace of Compassionate Peace.
"Your Highness, His Majesty asked me to find Wei Liangfu today. The Old Slave feels that someone is gossiping in front of His Majesty again."
Feng Bao stood respectfully behind Lee. He looked at Lee carefully and said.
"Wei Liangfu?
Who is he? "Hearing this, Lee's face suddenly darkened.
At this time, Feng Bao had naturally found Wei Liangfu's information, so he said directly, "Wei Liangfu was a Jinshi in the fifth year of Jiajing. He served in the Ministry of Works, the Ministry of Revenue, the Ministry of Justice, and the Deputy Inspector of Guangxi.
In the 31st year of Jiajing, he was promoted to the Left State Secretary of Shandong and retired three years later. "
Hearing Feng Bao's words, Lee's face darkened. Obviously, someone was influencing his son and wanted to achieve a certain goal through his son.
"Go, call His Majesty here for me!" Lee Bao's face darkened. Last time, he didn't pursue the matter, but this time, he couldn't.
Although he deeply hated those who gossiped in front of His Majesty, Lee also felt that it was time to discipline his son.
Feeling proud, Feng Bao ran out happily. At the same time, he swore in his heart, "This time, no matter who wants to make trouble, I'll kill them."
As for the ten-year-old Emperor Zhu Yijun, Feng Bao didn't care at all. In the Imperial Palace, the Empress had the final say.
Zhu Yijun sat in the Palace of Heavenly Purity, looking outside expressionlessly. He was waiting, waiting for Feng Bao.
This was a test. If Feng Bao went to complain and didn't say anything good, Zhu Yijun felt that he should do something.
It was not a problem for his mother to send someone to learn about his situation. But if he didn't tell the truth and made trouble, he couldn't tolerate it.
He was ten years old, so it was understandable that his mother wanted to know what he was doing and wanted to discipline and educate him.
As the saying goes, "Don't be afraid of bad things, but be afraid of bad people." If Feng Bao really dared to make trouble, Zhu Yijun felt that Feng Bao should be killed.