In fact, Ye Chunqiu likes this feeling of being a city. He watches someone beats a child, someone squatting by the well to clean his clothes, and the peddlers who are hawking along the way. The various aspects of the world are microcosms of these neighbors. Behind every person who may be inconspicuous has a story, but these stories are some wonderful, some are as plain as water.

When you enter the inner city, you look completely different. The defense here has obviously been strengthened. The streets are becoming more and more cold, and there is almost no population. There are only those neighboring mansions. Each mansion seems to be carefully repaired. The streets are paved with blue bricks. The official boots creaked when they step on top. Each porch seems to be comparing with each other. Various plaques and lanterns are hung. The Minister Liu, Shangshu Zhou, and Jizhou Hou...

Different names represent the different identities of the owner and tell their own distinctions.

As he experienced different things along the way, Ye Chunqiu felt a feeling of being a dog. Suddenly, he felt the noisy in the city and neighbors, experienced the various aspects of life, and liked the feeling of being integrated into it. But suddenly, he couldn't help but admire the owners of these Chinese houses, as if he felt that he should be someone like them, so that he could not come to this world in vain.

Human nature is really complicated, but I am the most complicated.

Ye Chunqiu had arrived at the Hanlin Academy. Because it was a lecture, many people had already come in court clothes. When everyone saw Ye Chunqiu, they seemed to have learned something.

Their attitude is no longer as cold as before. Everyone greeted Ye Chunqiu as cautiously as their colleagues. This is the difference between the elites and ordinary people among scholars. Anything they do, the slightest behavior will be full of profound meaning. For example, when they meet Ye Chunqiu today, they will not appear too enthusiastic, because although this young Hanlin may have a high chance of being on the rise, if he acts too enthusiastically, it will give people a bad impression of being flattered. If he acts too cold, he will be afraid of forming an enemy that is difficult to mess with in the future.

So they pretended to be dull and kept a distance, but they never showed any disgust.

All are routines.

Ye Chunqiu sighed in his heart that he suddenly missed Dai Dabin and Deng Jian. Although Dai Dabin was straightforward, he finally maintained his true nature. Uh... Lord Deng is also very good. In addition to his bad luck, he said that, I don’t know if his injury has healed, and where he is recovering from it. He should go and see him when he has time.

Ye Chunqiu thought this way, and when he arrived at Mao's house, he followed the Hanlin people to the Chongwen Gate.

With the first experience, Ye Chunqiu is no longer an ignorant little Hanlin. He stood on the periphery properly, looking at the tall city tower, the majesty of the imperial city, although he could only see a corner, he still gave people a shock that was so overwhelming.

Mr. Zhu stood in the back and chatted with several servants and lecturers. When he saw Ye Chunqiu coming, he glanced at him from the corner of his eyes and his smile remained on his face. He looked at He Mao on the side deeply and said to He Mao: "Speaker He, I heard that Ye Chunqiu is also half of your disciple, and the younger generation is terrifying."

He Mao seemed to know some hidden feelings inside. In the past, he felt that he was particularly able to fight. With a letter from Liu Jin, he took advantage of Ye Chunqiu and was very glorious. As a result, he encountered an accident in Nanjing and gradually became restrained. Who knew that Ye Chunqiu was the object of his own use in the past. In the blink of an eye, he became a fighting cock among hens. Since he entered the Hanlin Academy, he has never stopped.

He Mao just smiled bitterly in his heart and shook his head. Okay, I'd better bury my head and continue to be an ostrich. I have a bad heart and are old, so I really can't afford to play.

He couldn't say much about being flattered to Mr. Zhu, but he still said: "Chunqiu... is indeed a young hero, rare and precious."

Zhu Xueshi stroked his beard without any intention of scolding He Mao.

If he had a harsh voice before, he didn't take Ye Chunqiu seriously at all, so he just regarded him as an inconspicuous character, so he could laugh and scold him unscrupulously, but when he came back, he finally found that this little editor had such energy, he would no longer take it lightly.

In other words, Zhu Xueshi began to treat Ye Chunqiu as an opponent. Instead, at this time, he no longer mocked or sneered, and would not be furious at any time. Instead, he became deeper, and his words and deeds restored the appearance that the minister should have.

The Chongwen Gate was wide open, and everyone entered the Chongwen Hall through the corridor. When these hundred Hanlins entered the Chongwen Hall, they realized that the standard of the rituals today was very high, because not only did the emperor wear a crown on his head, but he had already sat high in the imperial case in the crown garment, and even the four cabinet ministers came early. Their treatment was different and they had already given a seat. Each of them was even holding a cup of tea in their hands. Some were thinking, some had a smile in their eyes, and some had a solemn expression, which was another appearance of sentient beings.

The Hanlins saluted the emperor, but Zhu Houzhao seemed to have not woken up. He did not sleep much last night. After listening to his mother's words, he thought carefully and suddenly realized that why did he get Zhu Dehai's words?

Although he has been stabbed by open and secret arrows countless times since he entered the Forbidden City, he still has a high opinion of himself. He feels that his IQ is much higher than others, at least he can't play with all the masters and can always trample other people to death.

As a result... he had insomnia, and no one who had read books had a good thing.

He was worried about Ye Chunqiu and indignant about Zhu Dehai's behavior. He was not like his father. He was more willing to imitate his ancestor, Emperor Hongwu. The reason why he did not carry a kitchen knife to do a big deal was definitely not because of his conscience, but because he did not dare.

Alas... Zhu Houzhao glanced at Ye Chunqiu, who was inconspicuous in the crowd, and just said lazyly; "Flat."

Zhu Dehai smiled and bowed and said, "Your Majesty, today I will talk, what do you want to hear?"

Zhu Houzhao beat him up and said, "Let's talk about Guan Zhong."

It’s Guan Zhong’s theory again.

The Hanlins couldn't smile bitterly. I don't know how many times this was, but I always felt that the emperor was playing with monkeys.
Chapter completed!