Zhu Cilang really lived like a year in Zhongcui Palace. Chongzhen's imperial edict was by no means a joke. Outside Zhongcui Palace, the palace guards were guarded by the palace guards.

The worst thing is that every day, teachers will teach Zhu Cilang. After all, the prince is young and cannot be missed.

After becoming a Jinshi, Hu Shouheng was appointed as the chief official of Huzhou Prefecture. In the seventh year of Chongzhen, he was elected as the first in the national election of integrity officials and was renamed the editor of the Hanlin Academy. In the eighth year of Chongzhen, Emperor Chongzhen's crown prince Zhu Cilang was eight years old. Emperor Chongzhen began to choose a lecturer for the crown prince's Eastern Palace. Hu Shouheng was selected as the proofreader of the Eastern Palace for his full prayer wheels and loyalty and filial character.

At this time, Hu Shouheng was holding a political and theoretical history book "The Essence of Zhenguan Zhi" written by the Tang Dynasty historian Wu Jing, who was teaching Zhu Cixuan.

But after a few words, Zhu Cilang stood up and said, "Mr. Hu, are you a bit of putting the cart before the horse? But now the Ming Dynasty is at a time when internal and external troubles. What we should learn is not a strategy of governing the country, but a strategy of defending the enemy."

Hu Shouheng was stunned. Unexpectedly, the little prince actually asked him a question. He bowed to the prince: "I wonder what is your opinion on the strategy of defending the enemy?"

"It's very simple, come down." As he said that, Zhu Cilang actually went to the lecture by himself and asked Hu Shouheng to go down to listen to the lecture.

At this moment, I don’t know who puts the cart before the horse. But when the prince ordered, Hu Shouheng didn’t dare to refuse to respond, he sat obediently at the desk.

Zhu Cilang was not polite and directly put away the books on the lectern: "I don't read books because I talk about the strategy of defending the enemy. The Ming Dynasty, after more than 200 years of baptism, the military was slack, and the soldiers were not fighting enough. In addition, the frequent natural disasters and the national treasury were empty. To deal with Jiannu outside the pass, guards should be the main focus. To fight against foreign enemies, the internal security must be settled first. Jiannu is still the second priority, and domestic thieves are the first priority. As for how to deal with the thieves, the palace believes that there are the following points..."

Zhu Cilang talked freely, and directly stunned Hu Shouheng. From politics, economy, to military preparation, training of soldiers, selection of generals, to resettlement of refugees, to water conservancy, irrigation, tax reform...

Hu Shouheng was confused when he heard many words, but some were shocked. This was not what a little prince said. It was simply the reincarnation of a saint, who guided the country on this small podium, and only made Hu Shouheng feel ashamed.

The reason why he was ashamed was that Hu Shouheng felt that he could not teach the prince anymore. Because the prince knew much more than himself.

Hu Shouheng, who was like a tingling on his back and a thorn in his throat, listened to the lesson taught by Zhu Cilang and was sweating profusely. Zhu Cilang was still afraid that he would not understand, so he tried to say it simple: "...In short, taxes are the foundation of soldiers, and taxes are also the source of thieves. Only by fundamentally solving the problem of taxation for the people, can we start with commercial taxes. However, commercial taxes will inevitably arouse opposition from the court, which requires the ability of the ruling, that is, my father. Mr. Hu, what this palace said, I wonder if you understand? Time, that is, the most important thing left to the Ming Dynasty is the time issue."

Hu Shouheng took out his handkerchief to wipe his sweat, then stood up and bowed to Zhu Cixuan, went over to pick up the books on the podium, and left as if he ran away.

Zhu Cilang was shocked: "Oh, I'll say Mr. Hu."

Then, the next one to teach Zhu Cilang was the manager of Zhending Prefecture, editor of Hanlin Academy, lecturer of the East Palace, lecturer of the lecturer, and deputy examiner of the Ministry of Rites Examination.

This Liu Zhengzong is really authentic enough. He gave Zhu Cilang a collection of poems and lyrics in the collection of classics, history and essays.

"Your Highness, the imperial chef prepared sweet and sour carp for Youth. When I passed by Shangshenjian, I had already asked about the fragrance of fish. Now I will not talk about anything else, but I will tell you how the poems with fish as the title?"

Zhu Cilang nodded: "Okay, Mr. Liu is here to go."

In Liu Zhengzong's eyes, Zhu Cilang was just a teenager. At this moment, he chanted Zhu Cilang a song "Jiang Xue" by Liu Zongyuan of the Tang Dynasty.

"Birds fly across thousands of mountains, and people die in thousands of paths. The old man in a boat, the straw hat, fishes alone in the snow in the cold river. This poem tells..."

"Okay, okay," Zhu Cixuan reached out to interrupt him: "Good poems, good poems, sir, don't talk about them anymore. This poem has been memorized by me for a long time."

Liu Zhengzong was delicious. Today, he came to teach the prince. When he smelled the sweet and sour fish made by Shangshenjian, he couldn't help but move his index finger. He heard Zhu Cilang say this, and now he stroked his beard: "Okay, I'll change it to you: The child with a velvet head learns to fish, and sits on the side of the berry moss and grass. Passers-by waves to the distance, afraid that the fish will be shocked and unstoppable."

Zhu Cilang was so angry that he heard it. His mother was full of modern scientific and technological knowledge. When the national crisis was in trouble, he didn’t have the time to listen to you recite poems and write them together.

"Okay, stop chanting. Mr. Liu, since you talk about fish, although these famous works left by the previous dynasty are good, they are always artificial, so what does it mean to chant? Let's do this? I will chant a few improvisations for you, so how do you listen?"

The prince asked to write his own poem, and Liu Zhengzong was immediately overjoyed: "I listen carefully, the poems of His Highness the prince must be excellent."

Good, your sister, I can write poetry in a nonsense. However, I can’t write poetry, but I can recite poetry. I think about how many poems there are in the future that I can write poetry. I will recite them later. You don’t know anyway.

Zhu Cilang cleared his throat and thought of a poem from the Qing Dynasty: "A straw raincoat, a hat, a small boat, a silk meter, a hook, a song, a bottle of wine, and a person fishing alone in the autumn of the river."

The author of this poem is Wang Shizhen. At this time, Wang Shizhen was just a six-year-old child. This poem will not be written decades later. I will borrow it first and fool this old scholar.

Sure enough, after Zhu Cilang chanted, Liu Zhengzong's face changed drastically: "Okay, good, good poetry!"

Haha, he was indeed scared by this old sour scholar. Zhu Cilang was proud: "What's new about this poem? The poems of Li and Du are passed down from thousands of words, but I still feel that they are not new. There are talented people in the country who have been leading the way for hundreds of years."

Zhu Cilang's casual chant was actually a masterpiece that was full of eloquence. Only when Liu Zhengzong was stunned, this prince, a god!

A few days later, in the warm cabinet of the Qianqing Palace, there were two resignation statements on Chongzhen’s imperial table. One was Hu Shouheng, the lecturer of the Eastern Palace, and the other was Liu Zhengzong, the lecturer of the Eastern Palace.

At this moment, the two of them stood down with their hands down.

When Chongzhen saw these two resignations, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry: "What's going on? Is this rebellious son doing something so traitorous? He even made two gentlemen hand over the resignation one after another! The person who came, call me this rebellious son over!"

Chongzhen felt that it must be Zhu Cilang who caused trouble again. It wouldn't be that he urinated on the inkstone and twitched on the podium. This rebellious man was becoming more and more unspeakable, and it seemed that he was not ruthless enough to deal with him.

Who knew that when Hu Shouheng and Liu Zhengzong heard this, they both knelt down together. Hu Shouheng said with shame: "Long live, I am really a little talented and knowledgeable, so I can't teach Your Highness."

Liu Zhengzong also said, "That's why your highness has long been better than me. If you wait for them to continue teaching, it will only delay the future of His Highness the Crown Prince. Please ask the emperor to be kind to you, and the two of them will resign from the position of lecturer in the East Palace."
Chapter completed!