From His Majesty's words, Zhang Yu understood what His Majesty meant, and also knew how powerful His Majesty was.

After all, no emperor has ever stipulated why scholars should study. Everyone has his or her own opinions, and most of them are based on my proposal.

Why should I study?

What will I become after reading this book?

But the current emperor is obviously not like that. His point is: "Why do you want to study? Tell me. If you say that you study for yourself, then you seem too low-class; you should study for the rise of the Ming Dynasty."

These are two different realms, so Zhang Yu also knew what His Majesty was thinking about him doing.

Although he had not yet thought about unifying thoughts, Zhang Yu also knew that His Majesty did not want scholars to have too many wild thoughts and wanted them to convert.

Of course this is a Buddhist view, but this is roughly what it means.

"Your Majesty is wise," Zhang Yu said hurriedly, bowing, his face beaming with joy. "Your Majesty's words have relieved the difficulties faced by scholars throughout the Ming Dynasty. Their profound wisdom has moved us, both ancient and modern! I truly admire your majesty's intellectual attainments, comparable to those of a great scholar."

Zhu Youxiao looked at Zhang Yu, feeling somewhat helpless.

Zhang Yu's flattery really made Zhu Youxiao a little uncomfortable. It was not because the flattery was too direct, but because Zhu Youxiao was not used to flattery and would just talk about the matter at hand.

Perhaps because he was a person who traveled from the future, Zhu Youxiao had long been tired of this kind of false politeness. Beneath this polite face, there was a heart that was unknown to others.

Therefore, Zhu Youxiao would rather his ministers be more sincere. In the words of later generations, that is, more sincerity and less routine.

Looking at Zhang Yu's expression, Zhu Youxiao couldn't help but marvel at it. It was rare that Zhang Yu could flatter someone so sincerely.

Feng Congwu on the side looked at Zhang Yu helplessly, and he felt a little regretful in his heart.

Originally, Feng Congwu thought that Zhang Yu was a talented person, and he should be the best in both knowledge and strategy; but what he lacked was strategy, so he could cooperate with him, which was nothing, and they could work together to achieve great things.

But now Feng Congwu felt that he seemed to have seen it wrong.

The reason is very simple. Zhang Yu has no integrity at all. He does whatever the emperor says and can say anything to flatter him. It's obvious that he is a flatterer who speaks sweet words and flatters the emperor!

If that were all, it would be fine, but Zhang Yu is actually a capable person.

Shameless, capable, and able to flatter superiors.

This is definitely the appearance of a lucky minister. And he is likely to become a favored minister, and even more likely to become a powerful minister!

Of course, the last point depends on whether you have the talent.

But Zhang Yu has this talent. This is what a powerful official looks like.

If I have to make a metaphor, Feng Congwu feels that Zhang Yu is very similar to Yan Song, and is even more resourceful than Yan Song.

If I had known what Zhang Yu would say, I would not have come with him. The reason is very simple, that is, such ministers basically do not have a good ending.

No matter what official position they hold or how much favor they have from His Majesty, it will be of no use. When the time comes for reckoning, these people will be ruined and may even lose their lives.

Feng Congwu felt extremely regretful. What was the point of getting involved with Zhang Yu now?

I am already so old, and although I still want to do something in my heart, what I want more is to leave my name in history and have a good reputation.

If I get involved with Zhang Yu, my reputation will be ruined in the future, and it will be hard not to regret it!

But at this point, it seemed too late to regret. So Feng Congwu looked up at his Majesty, hoping that he would reject Zhang Yu or rebuke his behavior.

But Feng Congwu was disappointed. Zhu Youxiao laughed, and laughed very happily. He looked at Zhang Yu with admiration, as if he was very pleased with his flattery.

This made Feng Congwu's heart turn upside down.

No, don’t take Zhang Yu seriously!

"Although I have just ascended the throne, I am very busy every day. I start correcting papers in the morning and don't rest until late at night. But even so, I never put down my book and dare not forget to study."

"After such a long time, I have gained some experience. I dare not admit that you are comparable to a great scholar, but I am not unlearned either."

Zhu Youxiao smiled again, turned to look at Feng Congwu and said, "You have a good student."

Feng Congwu was stunned for a moment. This Zhang Yu was not his student!

He quickly said, "Your Majesty, although I also wanted to take Zhang Yu as my student, I didn't have the opportunity. Because I acted too late, Zhang Yu has already accepted the cabinet's Han Gelao as his teacher."

As he spoke, Feng Congwu's face showed a very annoyed expression.

When Zhu Youxiao saw this scene, a sneer appeared on his lips.

You old fox, are you trying to play this trick on me?

Zhu Youxiao smiled and said, "Who says that one can only have one teacher in this world? When it comes to learning, it's natural to have a teacher who is truly accomplished. It's always beneficial to have more teachers."

"For example, I invite people to the palace to teach me every day, and they are always changing. The late emperor found more than one or two teachers for me. Since you, my dear minister, are willing to accept a disciple, I naturally cannot sit idly by. This is what I like."

Zhu Youxiao turned to Zhang Yu and asked, "Would you like to take Lord Feng as your teacher?"

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