But when he saw the writings of the emperor when he was just over two years old, he lowered his head and dared not speak. These things had to be kept secret; some things didn't matter even if the rumors spread like wildfire. As long as the royal family didn't acknowledge them, it didn't matter.
But once some of the evidence becomes known to certain people, it's not a good thing; such a servant will suffer.
After all, it's a good thing for the emperor to be smart, but it might not be a good thing if the emperor is a true child prodigy.
Little Zhu lay on the table, looking at Zhu Yunying's writing with a grin, "Great-grandfather, my father's handwriting is not good."
"Your father's handwriting isn't good?" Old Zhu said unhappily to Little Zhu, "Look, this is the handwriting your father wrote when he was your age. Isn't it better than your few characters?!"
Little Zhu immediately grinned; he just felt that his father's handwriting wasn't as good as his great-grandfather's.
Old Zhu didn't want his grandson to be misunderstood, so he pulled out some characters and said, "Your father's calligraphy was quite good when he was young, and it got even better as he grew up. But we're going to be emperors, so we don't make a living by writing calligraphy and painting. Look at your father, his calligraphy has a sharp and vigorous quality, just like your father's personality."
Little Zhu lay on the table. He couldn't understand these things, but he felt that his father had grown up and his handwriting had become better.
Old Zhu seemed to remember something and said to Shuangquan, "Have someone find some of Zhao Ji's calligraphy. This slender gold style is beautiful, but what use is it when the capital is gone! His calligraphy will probably be as infamous as that of his relatives and ministers, becoming a laughing stock for all eternity."
When Zhu Yunying arrived at the Qianqing Palace, he gave the old Zhu a complete shock, as the old Zhu was telling the young Zhu a history lesson.
We've probably finished talking about the Jingkang Incident, the fall of the Northern Song Dynasty, and the fall of the Southern Song Dynasty. Now we're talking about Emperor Lizong of Song.
"In his later years, Zhao Yun indulged in women and heavily relied on treacherous officials, leading to the court falling into the hands of corrupt ministers such as Ding Daquan and Jia Sidao, and the country's power rapidly declined. He was buried in Yongmu Mausoleum, but a Tibetan monk, with the support of his prime minister, plundered the tombs of the Southern Song emperors and empresses. Emperor Lizong's body was dragged out and hung upside down on a tree, the luminous pearl in his mouth was pried out, and the mercury in his stomach was drained. Emperor Lizong's head was also cut off and made into a drinking vessel."
Old Zhu earnestly said to Little Zhu, "It was only after we conquered Dadu that we found his head and buried it in Yongmu Mausoleum."
Zhu Yunying said to his grandfather with some helplessness, "Grandfather, isn't it a bit too early to tell Yin'er all this now?"
"Early?" Old Zhu paused for a moment, then said, "I don't think it's early. Yin'er is the Crown Prince; he should know these things. By learning from history, we can understand our gains and losses..."
Zhu Yunying then began to object, expressing a different opinion: "Yin'er is still young and doesn't know many things yet. He wouldn't understand if we talked to him about these things now. Grandfather, it's probably not good to teach him these things before he has a solid foundation. We think Yin'er should start learning now and build a solid foundation. Most importantly, we still think we should pay attention to Yin'er's character."
These are indeed things that Zhu Yunying cares about very much. A person's character development should be taken into account in early childhood.
Old Zhu was clearly somewhat skeptical, and he obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with his teaching methods. He felt that this was how it should be taught, and that it was the most correct approach.
However, Old Zhu was clearly giving his grandson face and didn't say much about it. The child was too young to say too much, and it was a bit overwhelming, which was not a good thing.
Old Zhu sighed and looked at Little Zhu, saying, "If only your father were still here, our three or four generations of emperors would be here. You and your father could handle affairs and govern the country, and we could even help you teach Yin'er well. If your grandmother were here, things would be even easier for us. She could teach Yin'er well, and we wouldn't have anything to worry about."
Zhu Yunying looked at his grandfather and said earnestly, "Grandfather, we are both teaching Yin'er now, and it's quite a strain on us. I am currently busy handling state affairs and don't have much free time to teach Yin'er. If Grandfather is no longer here, I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it. At the very least, Grandfather will have to live for another ten years before Yin'er can be let go."
Old Zhu couldn't help but laugh immediately and said, "If I live another ten years, I'll be eighty. That won't do, I'll be too old!"
Little Zhu disagreed, clamoring, "Great-grandfather, you should live to be ten thousand years old! My father too, we should both live to be ten thousand years old!"
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