The Portuguese probably didn't have a deep understanding of the Ming Dynasty at this time. After all, they had just taken root in Malacca, and many plans clearly knew the geography of the Ming Dynasty and the ecology of the court, so Ye Chunqiu was very clear that the root was Wang Hanzhong.

Ye Chunqiu sat in the cabinet for a while, and then an eunuch came and said, "Duke Zhenguo, Your Majesty is here to invite you."

Since he had seen Franji's envoy, it was reasonable for His Majesty to summon him to ask. Ye Chunqiu was not surprised and set out to go to the warm pavilion.

When he walked into the warm pavilion, Zhu Houzhao was standing in front of the windowsill with his hands behind his back, staring blankly at the Qiong Tower outside the window, as if he was thinking about everything.

When he heard Ye Chunqiu's slight footsteps coming from behind, Zhu Houzhao still had no intention of moving his footsteps. At this time, his mood was obviously not very good, and he even felt that his ambition was unfulfilled.

The tiny steps behind him, Zhu Houzhao still looked out the window, but sighed, saying, "The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is inevitable that it will become bad when encountering many things. Chunqiu, do you think so?"

Uh, your majesty is sentimental again?

However, Ye Chunqiu still understood that Zhu Houzhao was in a bad mood, but it was because of Folang Jiren's affairs.

Ye Chunqiu said, "Yes, it's getting hotter, but Your Majesty shouldn't just wear a cool shirt. Now at the turn of spring and summer, the weather is changing. Your Majesty should still pay attention to your health, so that good things will be possible in the future."

Zhu Houzhao smiled bitterly when facing the window, and said, "I won't say this anymore. I just want to ask you, are I a little stupid?"

"ah……"

Hearing Ye Chunqiu's surprised voice came from behind, Zhu Houzhao's heart was heavy. He took a deep breath and continued: "Tell the truth, don't say anything like my holy and wise to deceive me."

Ye Chunqiu said without hesitation: "But Your Majesty is indeed wise."

Zhu Houzhao's thick eyebrows frowned deeply, and he was very displeased. He was sad. He had already said nonsense like saints, but this guy still had to say it.

Zhu Houzhao then turned around and said angrily: "Ye...chun...qiu...I said, no saint is allowed."

Who knew that Ye Chunqiu also had a bad temper at this time, and his expression was a common serious look, and he said seriously: "Your Majesty is really wise."

Zhu Houzhao suddenly felt a sense of helplessness, and sneered, "Okay, then tell me, how can I be so wise? Are I a wise man in the governance of the country or a wise martial arts? Did I do something amazing, or do I love the people as my son? If you say, tell me, I can't say it, I will... I will..."

Before Zhu Houzhao finished speaking, Ye Chunqiu said without hesitation: "Your Majesty can recognize his stupidity, isn't it still wise?"

"..." Zhu Houzhao was shocked and couldn't say it for a moment.

It actually makes sense. It seems that a person can recognize his own mistakes, which seems to be considered a wise mind...at least... most people in this world cannot recognize their own misalignment.

But...why is it strange? Is this praise or scolding?
Chapter completed!