Fortunately, Zhu Qi remained calm in the face of danger and continued:

"The father misunderstood, and the son was about to say it. We went to Yingtian Mansion and wanted to take care of the people's sentiments. Seeing that many people were coming in and out of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, the fourth brother suggested going in and seeing. The fourth brother was also unintentional. He was young and didn't know where the Xiaoxiang Pavilion was. Of course, I didn't know where it was. I didn't want to go, but I was seriously ill for a long time and could be said to have escaped death. I had a different understanding of family affection. I couldn't bear to refuse the fourth brother, so I followed him in, but we really didn't do anything, so we drank some wine and came back."

Zhu Qi wasn't all talking nonsense. They really didn't do it and just drank.

Zhu Yuanzhang slapped the table:

"Dare you still dare to say nothing?"

Zhu Qi started to sweat on his forehead. Mom, could it be that he ordered a girl when he was drunk?

Zhu Qi's heartbeat was already 28 years old, but Zhu Yuanzhang's expression was "Brother Hei Smile.gif", and he said:

"Didn't you also write a poem? I think it's very well written, but this poem doesn't seem to have a name. I came here today to ask what the name of the poem is."

Zhu Qi was stunned, and the fragmented memories gradually got together... Drinking, drinking made a mistake! Why did I pretend to be like drinking and copy Tang Bohu's "Song of Drinking Under Flowers"?!

Zhu Qi knew how much he was, and he never dared to bear the title of a talented man. At this time, he hurriedly said:

"My son just got drunk and suddenly got inspired. He never thought about the title of the poem. If the father did not dislike him, please ask the father to write the title of the poem."

When Zhu Qi saw Zhu Yuanzhang smiling happily, he knew that he had flattered the right place. Since Zhu Yuanzhang came to ask about the poem, it was naturally because Tang Bohu's poems were good. Poetry and lyrics could be passed down to future generations.

Tang Bohu has already used his strength to prove that his poems are not inferior to those of the ancients and can be passed down to future generations. At this time, the most correct choice is to quickly give the title to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang said with a smile:

"Since you are writing a poem in Xiaoxiang Pavilion, it's called "Song of Drinking Under Flowers".

"I am worthy of being my father, this name is really good."

Zhu Qi quickly praised him and sighed in his heart that he copied Tang Bohu's poems. Fortunately, his name was not changed, and it was a close end to the historical line.

After hearing Zhu Qi's praise, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally smiled happily. He encouraged Zhu Qi to work hard and study hard. The future of the Ming Dynasty is in yours.

After his father's teaching, Zhu Qi nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. He thought Zhu Yuanzhang had nothing else to do, but he didn't expect that when Zhu Yuanzhang stood up and prepared to leave, he also said:

"I have read the book "Mingshanhe" and it is well drawn, but it seems that the second chapter on my hand is right? Xiao Si gave you the first chapter. You can send it to me later and I'll leave first."

After saying that, he lifted his feet and left.

Zhu Qisil is still there, good guy, Zhu Di likes to read comic books. You, Zhu Yuanzhang, are you too old, and you also read comic books? Isn't it suitable.

But this was the emperor's order, and there was no way. Fortunately, the "Mingshanhe" he drew did not slander Zhu Yuanzhang in any way. Instead, he praised it from beginning to end, otherwise it would be troublesome.

After watching Zhu Yuanzhang leave, Zhu Qicai breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the chair and took a sip of tea. When he returned to the room, he planned to take out the first episode of "Mingshanhe" from his backpack and sent it to Zhu Yuanzhang, but he saw an invitation on the bed.

I picked it up and looked at it, wrote a few lines of words, and invited myself to attend the Xiaoxiang Pavilion. The pen was [Courtess Shi Xuaner].

Zhu Qi was stunned, what's this thing?

Zhu Qi asked Gao Jin carefully, and then he realized that the invitation was a piece of clothing invitation given to him by the courtesan Shi Xuaner of Xiaoxiang Pavilion after he wrote a poem drunk.

Of course, as the courtesan of Xiaoxiang Pavilion, Shi Xuan'er is famous, but in fact she has no choice but to decide by herself. Most of the time, she was the madam of Xiaoxiang Pavilion. Seeing Zhu Qi's poem, she was shocked by the skills of Zhu Qi, and she was rich and talented, so she was really rich and noble, so she sent a wardrobe invitation in the name of Shi Xuan'er.

On the day when the courtesan Shi Xuan'er was selected as the guest of the curtain, the more big names, the better. It is famous and beneficial, so why not do it?

What a good guy, I didn’t expect this madam to be so good at doing things!

But Xiaoxiang Pavilion is a raft and a place of love and love. How could it be like a young and promising Ming prince go to that kind of place again!

Zhu Qi immediately shook his sleeves and said:

"The madam in this Xiaoxiang Pavilion is good at doing business, and he even wants to bring me to support her Shi Xuan'er. I'm afraid I want me to pay some money to support Shi Xuan'er. I'm just going to Xiaoxiang Pavilion to collect folks. This madam actually plots against me like this. On the day when Shi Xuan'er hangs her clothes, I must give her a deep lesson in person!"

Zhu Qi said angrily, while putting the invitation in his close pocket.

Then he handed over the first episode of "Mingshanhe" to the inner official waiting outside and asked him to send it to Zhu Yuanzhang.

As soon as the inner official left the house, Zhu Di ran over in a hurry. Seeing Zhu Qi sitting and drinking tea with a serious expression, Zhu Di hesitated for a moment and still approached and said:

"Third brother, did your father beat you up?"

"You have the nerve to ask?" Zhu Qi smiled angrily:

"What did you say when you went there yesterday? You and my brothers share the benefits of losing money. You won't tell me if you can't kill me, let alone if you can't kill me."

Zhu Di was a little embarrassed and explained:

"Third brother, I really can't blame me. Don't you know what kind of our father's level? We came out of the hook, and my father knew it. I took the rattan to see how I was studying at home early this morning. I didn't say I was going to give my life."

Looking at Zhu Di's face with a bitter look, considering that he would be the man of Emperor Yongle in the future, Zhu Qi thought about it and endured it. But listening to Zhu Di's words, Zhu Qi became a little worried and frowned:

"You mean there is an insider around us?"

"This shouldn't be said by the inner magistrate of the custody gate." Zhu Di approached and said:

"Brother Third, next time we change our clothes, don't go to the main entrance, go out with the small entrance, it should be much safer."

When Zhu Qi heard this, his eyes lit up and thought it was a good idea. Zhu Di stretched out his hand again, pointed his thumb outside, and whispered:

"Can we leave now? I have brought all the guard clothes. Let's change into the door and sneak out of the small door."

“Where to go?”

"Tsk."

Zhu Di's eyes hinted, and Zhu Qi showed a hesitant look:

"I'm still here today, but I didn't know the style of the field yesterday. I've only been drinking."

Zhu Di said with a "this is it" expression on his face:

"Yes, so this time we go to make tea and not drink wine. Just sit in the hall to watch the stage. Third brother, you are more convenient for collecting folks. If you don't collect folks, you can't draw the folks. Where can I draw the "Mingshanhe" well?"

As a cartoonist, Zhu Qi was moved by Zhu Di's awareness. In order to draw a good comic and his readers, he now has no moral and ethical constraints. He abandoned his concerns and decided to move towards a vision full of positive energy.

"Change clothes!"

Zhu Qi took the guard clothes handed over by Zhu Di, and Zhu Di also spoke very quickly:

"Third brother, I heard that there are white-skinned erotic women in Xiaoxiang Pavilion today to perform!"

"Really? Let's go, hurry up!"

…………

In the palace, there are things like daily records.

Although the daily records mainly record the emperor's words and deeds, the princes who had not yet settled in the palace would also record them together. The daily records were operated by special institutions, and even the emperor had no right to come and watch them, and they didn't even know who was recording these things.

Because of this, daily records can leave many important historical materials.

So in the first month of the seventh year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty, there was a precious daily record about Zhu Qi, the young Liao king, who had added such a precious daily record.

On the 20th day of the first lunar month, King Zhu Qi of Liao had just recovered from serious illness and took King Zhu Di of Yan to the brothel.

On the 21st day of the first lunar month of Hongwu, King Zhu Qi of Liao took King Yan Zhu Di to the brothel.

On the 22nd day of the first lunar month, King Zhu Qi of Liao took King Yan Zhu Di to the brothel.

On the 23rd day of the first lunar month of Hongwu, King of Yan Zhu Di was scolded by King of Liao Zhu Qi: "Zhu Di, Zhu Di! How could you be so degenerate! The bright future of the Ming Dynasty is on your and my shoulders. Have you forgotten your father's teachings and ardent hopes for us? The Master said: I examine myself three times a day. We brothers must not fall like this again!"

On the 24th day of the first lunar month, King Zhu Qi of Liao took King Yan Zhu Di to the brothel.

On the 25th day of the first lunar month, King Zhu Qi of Liao took King Yan Zhu Di to the brothel.

...

On the seventh year of Hongwu, on the first day of the second month, they went again.

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Chapter completed!