"This child can be with someone!"

This is what Monk Daoyan said to Zhu Di. Who is this boy? Naturally, it refers to Hu Ye.

Zhu Di looked at Monk Daoyan in surprise, and he knew Monk Yan's spirit very well.

At that time, Yao Guangxiao was a talented man from Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but his luck was not good. He became a monk in anger and also became a monk. He also became a Taoist Xi Yingzhen as his teacher and learned the yin and yang technique.

His talent and knowledge are definitely not inferior to those of the Hanlinyuan Grand Secretary. Zhu Di was very glad to choose Monk Daoyan as his main monk, although this person has been instigating himself to rebel behind his back.

Monk Daoyan was very talented and naturally had a high spirit. Zhu Di recruited many strategists in Beijing, and there were also some well-educated people. However, whenever Zhu Di introduced them to Daoyan, Daoyan was perfunctory and said to Zhu Di only one sentence afterwards, "But Is that."

Now Daoyan's evaluation of Hu Ye is "This son can be with someone", which surprised Zhu Di very much. Although Zhu Di also valued Hu Ye's courage, he definitely did not have such a high evaluation given by Daoyan.

"Stao's evaluation is like this?" Zhu Di asked Daoyan solemnly.

Si Dao is the name of Monk Daoyan before he became a monk. Now few people call him, only Zhu Di calls him that.

"It's even better than it is." Daoyan replied.

"So good." As an important counselor of Zhu Di, Zhu Di attaches great importance to his opinions. Now that Daoyan has given Hu Ye such a high evaluation, Zhu Di naturally takes Hu Ye even more.

"Hu Ye, let me ask you, there are so many people in the world, why do you want to give me this white hat? Is it just because you want to use this white hat to exchange for the lives of dozens of women?" Zhu Di asked Hu Ye.

Hu Ye rolled his eyes. Zhu Di really wanted to be a bitch and also set up a archway. There were only a few dozen princes in the world. Except for you, the King of Yan, who dared to wear this hat?

Of course, Hu Ye didn't dare to say these words, but cursed in his heart, and then said, "When I went down the mountain, my master once told me a poem. The white hat came out of Shushan. In order to save the world, I found a wise ruler to benefit all nations. At that time, I didn't know what the master said meant. It was not until I saw the group of women who suffered because of me that I remembered what the master said. "

Hu Ye began to make a fuss about his non-existent master, otherwise all this would happen to a twelve-year-old child, which would be too shocking.

So Hu Ye pushed all this onto his master, and he was just his spokesperson.

Isn’t that poem very good? Hu Ye was very satisfied with his talent and was able to write such a poem in such a short time.

"Oh, how can I explain this poem?" Zhu Di pretended not to understand, and asked Hu Ye as if he was eager to learn.

Hu Ye’s understanding of Zhu Di has been subverted again. What are the records in history wrong? Zhu Di in history is not so shameless. Even a little baby can understand this poem he compiled randomly. Will you, a well-educated prince, not understand? Still, he is shameless and ask for an explanation?

Hu Ye felt that he should have written a thick book to write down the words and deeds of these people in the Ming Dynasty.

For example, Monk Daoyan lay on the ground looking for the lost bead, and Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, shamelessly asked a poem that children could understand.

But Hu Ye knew that he was not a historian, and the biggest possibility of these things was to become unofficial history and become jokes for later generations after dinner.

Perhaps it also includes her girlfriend in her previous life, or perhaps she will lie in the arms of her current boyfriend and look at her ex-boyfriend, who wrote a story six hundred years ago.

After getting far away, Hu Ye quickly pulled back his mind. There was a future emperor waiting for him to explain vernacular poetry to him.

"Return to His Highness, before you go down the mountain, the master gave me the weaving method of the white hat, and told me to wear this white hat on the head of a wise master in exchange for the lives of the people of the world. This is the white hat coming out of Shushan. In order to save the people of the world, the women who suffered from suffering outside the camp are the meaning of the latter sentence to ask me to give you this hat."

Hu Ye didn't want to explain anymore. It seemed that explaining like this would make him look idiotic, but the people in the tent didn't think so.

Most of them are Zhu Di's loyal subordinates, and many of them support the remarks of Monk Daoyan, and even fan the flames in Zhu Di's ears. They also want Zhu Di to wear a white hat as soon as possible.

"Good poem! Good poem!" A general wearing armor stood up and said.

Hu Ye turned his head and saw that the man was only twenty-five or six years old, about the same age as before he traveled through time. However, his bravery was unscrupulous, even more than Zhang Fu, and he was definitely a powerful general.

"It seems that Master Ling's talent has reached its peak. He has published such a wonderful poem. He is really a paradise who has predicted the future. In the future, he will definitely find some time to meet him. He will also ask his friend Hu Ye to recommend him." The general punched Hu Ye and said sincerely.

"It's easy to say, I don't know if the general is..." Hu Ye had great doubts about the IQ of the Ming Dynasty people. How could a poem he broke has become a wonderful poem?

"Zhu Neng, whose courtesy name is Shihong, is currently the Qianhu of Yanshan Wei." Zhu Neng reported his name.

When Hu Ye heard Zhu Neng's name, he suddenly realized that this guy was the future Duke Cheng Guo. After his death, he was posthumously named King Dongping. He was one of the three kings of different surnames that Zhu Di only named. It can be seen that his status in Zhu Di's army. But he was a real illiterate, and he didn't even know that a person could appreciate poetry if he even had a shoulder pole.

Hu Ye believed that if Zhu Neng could appreciate the poem, the sun would come out from the west tomorrow. He now stood up and said that the poem made by Master Hu Ye was a good poem, and there was only one explanation.

"It turned out to be Zhu Qianhu, the boy was disrespectful." Hu Ye said to Zhu Neng.

With the first to come forward, there will naturally be a second one. Zhang Fu is a strategic person like this. He will not be the first to eat crabs, but he will not fall too far behind. Because the first to eat crabs may be poisoned, and only the slag will be left behind.

"It's indeed a good poem. I believe that the master's poetry attainment is superb, and it's not an exaggeration to compare with the poetic immortals." Zhang Fu said.

"Zhang Baihu has been awarded the award, how dare the master compare with the poet Li Taibai?" Hu Ye said modestly.

Although Hu Ye admired his literary talent very much, it was just like that. If he really competed with Li Bai, he would probably be able to use only one finger to keep him from losing everything he had in seconds.

"Hey, Xiaoyou Hu is humble, right? Everyone can see the master's literary talent. Everyone says yes?" Another general echoed.

Although this place is not a court, Hu Ye has already felt the atmosphere of the court. Who said that military generals are not as resourceful as civil officials? None of these military generals are fools. Since Zhu Neng and Zhang Fu, they all came out to praise the poem Hu Ye made.

Ergou looked down on those who praised this poem, including his elder brother and Zhang Fu. "Isn't it just a broken poem? I can do such a poem, and I guarantee it will not be worse than that boy's." Ergou muttered, but it attracted Gao Ren's thunder and Ergou barked in pain.

"I told you not to speak today, so don't talk, otherwise don't blame me if I lose my life." Gao Ren said to Ergou who was touching his head.

Ergou felt very wronged. He just told the truth, why was he beaten by his elder brother? Did he say it wrong? That was really a broken poem!

"A good poem is indeed a good poem!" Zhu Di said so.

Ergou was messy again, why did even King Yan praise this poem? Is it really a good poem?

Zhu Di was very smart. He just had to wait for his subordinates to come down to praise this poem. In this way, he could use this poem openly. Although this poem was indeed very bad, it was very useful.

Zhu Di's words worked very well. As soon as he spoke, the generals below kept silent. They knew that their work had been done, so it was up to Zhu Di's now.

Sure enough, Zhu Di summarized and praised Hu Ye's poem, stood up and said,

"Since a master has written this poem, it has come true now. So Hu Ye, I want this hat."

Hu Ye suddenly felt that Zhu Di was really shameless. Could it be that if you don’t say this poem, you don’t want this hat?

Now Hu Ye feels that perhaps a notebook is not enough to record his experiences in the Ming Dynasty, because Zhu Di alone would use a notebook.

"The person who came, Hong Ling was in a hurry to report to Nanjing. I lived up to the emperor's trust and led my troops to defeat the remnants of the Beiyuan in Chuyuerhai, captured the general of the Northern Yuan, killed tens of thousands of enemies, and drove the remaining troops to the north of the Mo. There would be no more worry about the border within a few years." Zhu Di announced.

Hu Ye really couldn't think of any words to describe Zhu Di as a shameless way. He could only sigh to the sky, "The emperors are indeed excellent performers."
Chapter completed!