My father Yong Le Emperor, you let me keep a low profile

Chapter 50 Does the sage know what the Confucian family did?

"Your Highness, you are finally back, but you are so anxious to death."

Zhu Gaoyu had just arrived at the palace, and hadn't had time to change his clothes yet.

Lu Zhen, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, came up with a group of people and handed a document to Zhu Gaoyu.

"Your Highness, this is the regulation of our Ministry of Etiquette for the Great Ceremony of All Nations. Can you see if it is suitable?"

Just as Zhu Gaoyu was about to greet him with a smile, he inadvertently left among the people who came up to meet him. Two of them didn't salute.

Reaching out to take the document, after letting everyone sit down and ordering the servants to serve tea, Zhu Gaoyu looked through it carefully.

But looking at it, his brows frowned.

The ritual arrangement was very grand, but it was not the same as his idea.

"Snapped!"

Throwing the documents on the table, Zhu Gaoyu knocked on the table while looking at the etiquette staff present.

After everyone noticed, Zhu Gaoyu said slowly: "Your ideas are good."

Smiles appeared on the faces of everyone, and the chins of the two people who did not salute even slightly raised their chins.

This is a major event that must be remembered in the annals of history. After receiving the order, the Ministry of Rites paid special attention to it.

The whole department discussed for a long time, even if Jin Yiwei came to arrest people from time to time, it didn't interrupt their passion for discussion.

"However, you have overlooked one point..."

Zhu Gaoyu's words immediately froze the smiles on the faces of the Ministry of Rites and the others, and the eyes of the two people who raised their chins and looked contented were even more unhappy.

Lu Zhen stood up and cupped his hands, "Your Highness, please advise?"

Lu Zhen was a deep person, he didn't show anything on his face, he put on an attitude of humbly asking for advice.

However, other people don't have a good face.

For this charter, they have tried their best.

It was just a process to come here to report, but I didn't expect this young man to really treat himself like a green onion.

That is to say, the other party is the prince. If it were someone else, they would have opened their mouths and started to spray.

You must know that they are the Ministry of Rites, in charge of national education and scientific examinations, as well as rites and sacrifices, and exchanges between countries.

The power is not as great as the Ministry of Officials and the Ministry of Households, but in terms of status, it surpasses the other five ministries, and is respected wherever it goes.

What they said was etiquette, and no one but the emperor would dare to raise objections to the results they determined.

In Daming, they are etiquette and authority.

In their eyes, only the Confucian family in Qufu can be compared with their Ministry of Rites, and the emperor is not even ranked high.

Of course, this emperor does not represent everyone, but only for the old Zhu family.

In their minds, they looked down on the mud-legged son from the bottom of their hearts, and only knew about beating and killing Lao Zhu and the old man.

That is to say, Lao Zhu's family holds the knife to kill people, otherwise they don't know what they will be programmed into.

Glancing at the two people with unhappy faces, Zhu Gaoyu didn't bother to talk to him.

These old pedants have been used to making mistakes, and if they care about these things, it is purely asking for trouble.

Raising his hand and knocking on the document, Zhu Gaoyu said to Lu Zhen: "There is nothing wrong with the reception of the banquet, but we need to change the reception."

Lu Zhen frowned slightly, cupped his hands again and said, "Please make it clear, Your Highness."

Zhu Gaoyu looked at him and said: "They are here to pay tribute, not to be guests. Let the prince and the six important ministers go to greet them. You haven't figured out the affiliation relationship."

When Lu Zhen heard it, it turned out that it was because of this, so he quickly explained: "Your Highness, our thinking is this, I am in the Ming Dynasty, it is etiquette..."

Lu Zhen wanted to say that Daming is a country of etiquette, so it would be impolite to do so.

But Zhu Gaoyu didn't give him a chance to speak, and interrupted directly: "I don't care if you are a business or a master, you follow..."

"Forget it, you don't have to worry about this matter, you just need to be responsible for arranging their accommodation and dinner."

"As for the gift reception, I will handle it myself."

After finishing speaking, he took the teacup next to him.

The faces of everyone in the Ministry of Rites turned dark. This is stealing their rights.

He wanted to argue, but Zhu Gaoyu had already served tea to see off the guests, and if they started arguing again, the Ministry of Rites would lose face.

The two old pedants snorted coldly with ugly faces, turned around and left without saluting.

"stop!"

Their faces were ugly, and Zhu Gaoyu's expression was even more ugly.

Who is this throwing face at?

Can't tell the difference between big and small kings, can you?
Do you know that my surname is Zhu, and this world is also surnamed Zhu, who gave you the courage to kick me?

"This is the Ministry of Rites?"

Zhu Gaoyu looked at Lu Zhen, and said coldly: "The gang of big bosses in the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies knew how to salute me and leave after seeing me leave. I didn't expect that the Ritual Department, which manages etiquette, doesn't even understand this rule."

"If this is really the case, I should suggest that the royal father check the Ministry of Rites to see if there are any bedbugs mixed in."

"Bastard!"

As soon as Zhu Gaoyu said this, the two old scholars who got up first, like cats whose tails had been stepped on, pointed at Zhu Gaoyu and angrily said:
"After I am a saint, how dare Er Huangkou dare to humiliate you, it's really presumptuous."

"Come on!"

Zhu Gaoyu narrowed his eyes, slapped the table heavily with his hand, and shouted to the outside of the hall.

A few guards rushed in, Zhu Gaoyu ignored Lu Zhen who was anxious to stop him, and pointed at the old guy who claimed to be a saint.

"Contempt the royal family, behave irregularly, and broke his hands."

"As ordered!"

The guards don't care what level of boss this is, since His Highness has ordered, then follow it directly, no matter what kind of monster he is.

"Stop...stop, Your Highness, this is a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding..."

Cold sweat dripped down Lu Zhen's forehead, and he anxiously stood between the two sides, trying to keep them calm.

At the same time, he was filled with remorse.

Why did he have a mental twitch and brought these two great gods along.

If he had known this would happen, it would have saved him a lot of trouble coming alone.

"Ha, you are worthy of breaking the old man's hand..."

However, the old guy who spoke didn't care about Lu Zhen who was begging.

Hearing that Zhu Gaoyu wanted someone to break his hand, instead of being afraid, his eyes were full of disdain.

"presumptuous!"

Seeing that this guy was so arrogant, Zhu Gaoyu's eyes flashed coldly, he grabbed the tea bowl next to him, and threw it at the arrogant old guy.

With a "huh", the teacup flew across at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and hit the old man's arm heavily.

"Oh!"

"Crack..."

"Whoa!"

The tea bowl hit the old guy's wrist like a cannonball.

The powerful impact made the old man's wrist twist irregularly, and several people around him could vaguely hear the sound of bone cracking.

"what…"

As the tea cup fell to the ground and shattered, the old guy who was hit fell to the ground with his twisted wrist in his arms, howling in pain.

"Your Highness, you... oh..."

The sudden scene made Lu Zhen feel helpless.

He wanted to say a few words, but seeing Zhu Gaoyu's ugly expression, he sighed helplessly, and waved for others to help the old man to leave first.

After the rest of the Ministry of Rites left, Lu Zhen cupped his hands with a wry smile and said, "Your Highness, he is a member of the Confucian family. After the saint, what you did today may have completely offended him."

Zhu Gaoyu glanced at him, "Tell me, the Kong family is so ignorant of etiquette, what would the saint know, what would he think?"

"Ugh…"

Seeing that Zhu Gaoyu was angry, Lu Zhen sighed again, and shook his head helplessly.

"Your Highness, I will try my best to help you make a deal, so please be careful."

After speaking, he saluted, shook his head and left the palace.

Looking at the distant figure, Zhu Gaoyu chuckled lightly.

"Be careful, I think he is the one who is careful."

He waved to a guard next to him, and said in his ear: "I suspect that the two old men in the Ministry of Rites are related to Ji Gang's rebellion. Tell Zuo Jun that I want to hear the news of their arrest before dinner."

After the guards left, Zhu Gaoyu turned around and walked towards the back hall.

While walking, he sighed faintly: "I am a kind person, and I never hold grudges!"

Old Zhang, the housekeeper who witnessed all this, twitched his mouth fiercely when he heard Zhu Gaoyu's shameless words.

My Highness, you don't hold grudges, but you don't take revenge overnight, so you have to have a chance to hold grudges.

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