But the time is so close that Zhu Xi's descendants are still alive and the genealogy is recorded. Once the news is leaked, it will inevitably make the world laugh.

Secondly, Lao Zhu still feels a little uncomfortable with misidentifying his ancestors.

In the end I had to give up.

But the thorn in Zhu Yuanzhang's heart was always there.

Therefore, I was so happy when I heard Zhu Yunxuan read a poem before.

"We are talking, did you hear me?"

Seeing that he did not agree, Lao Zhu asked again.

"Grandpa Huang, I..."

Zhu Yunzhen’s smile was uglier than crying.

When he thought about having to attend classes with those great scholars every day in the future, he felt that the future would be bleak.

If I had known earlier, I would not have let Feng Dazhuang do this.

Does this count as self-imposed cocooning?

His eyes moved to the bronze mirror and found that Lao Zhu was staring at himself in the mirror.

"Actually, there is another way."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his lost look and didn't want to study. He was angry and wanted to laugh at the same time, and said: "If you can write another poem as good as before, the rumors will naturally be broken and disappear."

Zhu Yunwen was stunned for a moment.

This was indeed a way, and he immediately started thinking hard.

It's a pity that the time traveled is not right.

The Tang and Song Dynasties were the pinnacle of poetry.

Although there are many poems in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there are only a few that can be called high-level masterpieces.

"That's all, the article is made by nature, and it comes by chance. How could you write it in such a short time?" Seeing his sad face, Lao Zhu comforted him.

Zhu Yunxuan was facing the mirror, and when he saw Lao Zhu's white hair in the mirror, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Yes!"

"Grandpa Huang, I just thought of two more poems."

"Oh?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked: "This time I thought of it myself, didn't I hear it from the monk?"

He is still worried about what happened last time.

Zhu Yunxuan thought about it. If he hadn't taken up the identity of the emperor's grandson and relied on Lao Zhu's habitual love for his children and grandchildren, if he had been an outsider, he would have been beaten to death by Lao Zhu.

I finally found an opportunity to stand up and brag. Not all of our Lao Zhu family are poor people. There are also literati who can write poems, but he stood up and slapped him in the face. This made Lao Zhu very angry.

Well, if you don’t do it well, it’s possible that your family will be confiscated and your entire family will be exterminated.

"The grandson came up with it himself, but there are only two sentences, not a whole song."

In fact, he remembered the entire song, but the content was not appropriate.

Just excerpt two sentences and it will be good.

"Read it out first and listen." After hearing only two sentences, Lao Zhu's enthusiasm suddenly waned by half.

Zhu Yunxuan looked at the bronze mirror again, looking at the two figures of an old man and a young man reflected in it, looking at the white hair of old Zhu Yan, and said slowly: "The most difficult thing to keep in the world is Zhu Yan Cijing.

Flower Ci Tree."

……

"Pa!"

The memorial in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand fell.

His body froze and trembled slightly.

"The most... is that the world can't keep... Zhuyan Ci Jing Hua Ci Shu."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the gray figure in the mirror and murmured to himself.

He slowly closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!