Chapter 277 It’s not that easy to leave

The next day.

Early in the morning, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Zhanhe, father and son, were waiting at the entrance of Qianqing Palace. They waited until three o'clock in the morning before they were able to enter the palace.

The old man's health is getting worse day by day. In the past two days, because he knew the news about Zhu Zhanhe's visit to Beijing, the old man's energy has improved a lot.

However, after meeting Zhu Zhanhe yesterday, the old man let go of his worries and expectations and returned to his previous self.

Even, not as good as before...

After having a meal with the old man who didn't know whether it was breakfast or lunch, Zhu Zhanhe accompanied the old man to Long Live Mountain.

Long live mountain is actually not a mountain, or should be said not to be a natural peak, but a man-made one.

When Suncheon Palace was built, according to the sayings of Blue Dragon, White Tiger, Suzaku, and Hyunmoo, there must be a mountain at the location of Hyunmoo in the north, but what if there is no natural peak? As a result, the soil from the Tongja River and Taeyeo Pond was accumulated here. , and this is how the Long Live Mountain came into existence.

As a royal garden, ordinary people cannot enter here. But today, the emperor Zhu Di is here, and the surrounding area has been cleared out early.

Not to mention the idlers, even the gardeners were kicked out.

"Have you made your decision?"

On the top of the Long Live Mountain, Zhu Di was sitting on a chair, overlooking the palace below the mountain. He seemed to be unintentional, but in fact he said to Zhu Zhanhe behind him.

"It's been done a long time ago." Zhu Zhanhe smiled.

"How many years has it been? Didn't grandson tell you a long time ago that without your edict, grandson would only come to Beijing when the Ming Dynasty is in crisis of survival?"

"That thing is of no use to my grandson."

"I don't like being an emperor, and I haven't thought about it. In comparison, my grandson still prefers to be an absurd prince."

"Speaking of which, you don't think that your grandson went to great lengths to attack the Timur Empire and start the slave trade just for that position, do you?"

"You..." Zhu Di heard the self-mockery in his grandson's mouth and smiled helplessly.

"If you really are what you say... no, half of it will be enough. Your father won't be unable to have a grandson by now, and I won't be unable to have a great-grandson by now."

"Not to mention the great-grandson, when will grandpa see you get married?"

"Getting married..." Zhu Zhanhe smiled.

"Actually, it doesn't make sense to me, because my grandson is destined not to stay in one place for too long unless I'm tired."

"But since you said it, my grandson will get married after he returns."

…

Zhu Di was silent when he heard this.

Zhu Zhanhe's words stirred up the wound in his heart that he least wanted to face.

Once upon a time, when Zhu Zhanhe repeatedly performed extraordinary feats, Zhu Di had thought about arranging a marriage for his grandson and watched him get married with his own eyes, but...

Today, Zhu Zhanhe is already twenty-two years old. In this era when one can start a family at the age of thirteen, Zhu Zhanhe is already an out-and-out old man.

Let's put it this way, if Zhu Zhanhe was not a member of the royal family, but an ordinary citizen who faced the earth and turned his back to the sky every day, he might not be able to marry a wife at his age.

But now when I raise this question again, the answer I get is that after I go back...

go back……

The word "hui" deeply hurt Zhu Di's heart.

"Don't bear grudges, grandpa..." Zhu Di took his grandson's hand and patted it gently.

"No." Zhu Zhanhe smiled.

Some things are destined by nature. Even though Zhu Zhanhe has never believed in fate, some things are indeed like this.

However, some things are different. What is lost is not necessarily lost. Maybe, at a certain corner, that thing that once belonged to you will return to your hands.

…

Qingshou Temple.

The matter of returning to the fiefdom has been approved by the old man and submitted to the Ministry of Rites. As long as the Ministry of Rites is ready, Zhu Gaoxu and his son can return.

During this period of time, Zhu Zhanhe did not stay in the nondescript Han Palace, but left the Han Palace and came to Qingshou Temple.

"Old monk..."

Stroking the monk's robes, wooden fish, jianzhi, and Buddhist beads displayed on the table...

Zhu Zhanhe was a little emotional.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in Yingtian, he once liked to go to Tianjie Temple and knock wooden fish in front of the old monk, which made him upset.

Zhu Zhanhe had never paid attention to it before, but today, when he suddenly thought of the name Yao Guangxiao, he realized that the old monk had always been his best emotional trash can.

But now, things have changed and people have changed. Qingshou Temple is no longer the Tianjie Temple it used to be. The old monk has already left, leaving only these monks' robes and other items.

He picked up the wooden fish on the table, took the jianzhi and the Buddhist beads, and used his feet to pull the futon used for worship on the side. Zhu Zhanhe sat down, holding the beads in his left hand and the jianzhi in his right hand, tapping slowly.

Yao Guangxiao has always been a taciturn person. Even in times of crisis, he would not say anything unless necessary.

Just like people, the wooden fish knocked by the old monk was also very dull, as if it was telling the world what kind of person its former owner was.

"well……"

After hitting it no more than a hundred times, Zhu Zhanhe sighed softly, put down the Buddhist beads and Qianzhi in his hands, and looked at the portrait on the wall.

"Old monk, I'm really not used to your cynicism..."

"It's easy for you to leave now. Grandpa also had people build the Young Master's Shadow Hall for you, leaving portraits and relics for people to admire, but I can't do that."

"According to what you said, old monk, even if I smash all the wooden fish in the world in my lifetime, I'm afraid I will inevitably end up in the eighteenth level of hell."

Looking at the portrait on the wall, Zhu Zhanhe placed the wooden fish and other objects back on the table, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Old monk, if you really have a spirit in heaven and don't want the great achievements created by your dragon-slaying skills to decline, then I'll bless you."

"Bless me...never come here again!"

After saying that, Zhu Zhanhe glanced at the window imperceptibly, turned and left.

…

People's thoughts will cause deviations in people's decisions. When a person's thoughts are distorted, most of the decisions made are not correct.

Qingning Palace, Wenhua Palace.

Zhu Gaochi looked at the folds in front of him, sighed unconsciously, leaned on the back of the chair and kept rubbing his temples.

Reports came from the north, and Oara evacuated the entire line to the north of the Onan River without touching a single inch.

The small actions of the northern grasslands are no longer a secret. In the past two years, the Ming Dynasty has been dealing with the Jianzhou Rebellion, which gave Wala an opportunity to take advantage of. Coupled with the emptiness of the grassland, Wala once again entered the territory of the Ming Dynasty to graze.

At that time, Ming Dynasty had no intention of paying attention to them and only sent people to warn them. However, Wala was sure that Ming Dynasty would not take action, so he had no scruples at all.

But now, Zhu Zhanhe came to Shuntian Mansion alone, and Wala behaved like an old cow with a ring on his nose, and returned to the north of the Onan River.

This gave Zhu Gaochi a headache, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

The current overall trend of the Ming Dynasty is good, but this does not conform to Zhu Gaochi's ideas. Although the internal affairs of the Ming Dynasty have been very good and the finances are very abundant in recent years, they are far from meeting Zhu Gaochi's standards.

If we push the time forward seven or eight years, all he wants is to feed everyone in the world. But with the new food, although this problem has not yet been realized, it is not difficult anymore.

Zhu Gaochi didn't want to go to war like his father, who would be either at war or on the road to war all his life, but he urgently needed someone who could calm the situation.

Judging from the current situation, the only person who can achieve this effect is Zhu Zhanhe.

This is not only the prestige that Zhu Zhanhe accumulated in the past few years, but also because the Timurid Empire fell under Zhu Zhanhe's saber, which put Oara in crisis.

"Dad..." Zhu Zhanji looked at his father and his eyes twitched.

"The Ministry of Rites sent word that preparations have been made for the return of my second uncle and his companions..."
Chapter completed!