Chapter 85 The real self

Zhu Gaoxu, who did not get a satisfactory answer from his son, stayed with his son to read the entire story, but Zhu Zhanhe was not interested and did not say a few more words.

He still holds the same view that his father's political sense is not very good and he is not suitable for competing for the throne.

It would be fine if the opponent's strength was equal to his, but obviously not.

Political struggle is actually like a war. Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaoxu are like the commanders of both sides. Civil servants are equivalent to counselors and generals who command, and military generals...

They are just pawns charging into battle.

This is not meant to be disparaging, because many military generals are actually like this, with a relatively simple way of thinking. Charge into battle and gain military merit is their most accustomed and favorite way of promotion.

From Zhu Zhanhe's point of view, his father now seemed to have a large number of troops, but no one to command them. The opponent's army was full of advisers and he did not have many soldiers under his command, but he was still capable of fighting.

Both sides have their strengths and weaknesses, and the situation seems to be balanced.

In fact, this is nothing, and Zhu Gaoxu's choice is not necessarily weak, because if things really get out of hand in the end, having heavy troops is the best choice.

But reality is often more complicated than planned.

This is like a moba game. Zhu Gaochi chose an early-stage lineup and focused on operations and public resource acquisition.

Zhu Gaoxu, on the other hand, chose a late-game lineup, focusing on deciding the outcome in one battle, either not playing in a group, or just pushing the base when fighting in a group.

But the problem is that the opponents are all star players, and you are under the pressure of public opinion all the time during the game. You even have to bear the referee team's partiality and critical moments such as cutting off the power supply.

Yes, this is actually an unfair competition.

Zhu Zhanhe originally thought that since his father was unwilling to quit, he would work hard to make this competition relatively fair.

However, what he did not expect was that his participation made this already unfair competition even more unfair.

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It's night in the Han Dynasty Palace.

He usually goes to the city less frequently, but this time he went to the city and met his father. Zhu Zhanhe followed his father back home.

He is not a busy man, and he is not Dayu, so there is no need for him to pass through the house without entering.

After dinner, Zhu Zhanhe leaned on the railing of the backyard garden and looked at the still bright candlelight in his father's study, thinking deeply.

Suddenly, there was a big cloak on my shoulders.

Looking down at the hand that was buttoning his buttons, Zhu Zhanhe turned his head and realized that it was his mother.

"Mom, have you finished reciting the sutra?"

"It's over a long time ago." Princess Han smiled softly.

"My son did nothing wrong. I just hope that the rumors in this world will not affect the judges' decision and let my son bear the punishment he should not have to bear."

"Thank you, mother." Zhu Zhanhe felt his throat was blocked.

"Why are you so polite to me?" Princess Han touched her son's forehead and stood side by side with her son with a smile.

"You are just a piece of flesh that fell off my mother's body. If my mother doesn't care about you, who will care about you?"

Mother and son are now in the yard. The moon that has passed its fifteenth day is getting more and more incomplete, but it still does not affect its efforts to send the afterglow of the sun to all things in the world that cannot see the sun for the time being.

"Mom, do you think we can go to Yunnan?"

Zhu Zhanhe suddenly spoke, leaving Princess Han stunned.

"What's wrong? Don't want to argue anymore?" Princess Han touched her son's head with a gentle smile on her face.

"Mom originally thought that you, like your father, were unwilling to be subordinated to others, and the words you used to persuade your father were just excuses. That's why you said you would not fight, but in fact you spared no effort."

"If you think clearly, then make your own decision. Mom will always support you, no matter what decision you make."

"Mom still understands the child." Zhu Zhanhe also smiled when he heard this.

Before that, he had been telling himself that it would be impossible for him to be reborn as the son of King Zhu Gaoxu of Han in the fight for the throne, because he was familiar with history and knew the situation in the early years of Yongle and the old man's favoritism towards the prince's lineage.

However, he said no fighting, no fighting, but his actions were exactly the opposite.

Just as my mother said, if you are born as a human being, who would be willing to succumb to others?

What's more, the historical and scientific knowledge in his mind that others didn't know gave him a sense of superiority that comes with rebirth.

He has always felt that if he doesn't understand tactics, he can learn how to lead soldiers to fight. He has a father who can lead soldiers to fight. How can he be weaker than this group of old antiques who have to pay for their graves?

Until now, his mother's brief words made him understand his heart and the situation clearly.

He, Zhu Zhanhe, said that he had no desires and no demands, but he never achieved it; he said that he hated political struggle, but he got deeper and deeper into it; he said that because

The old man is partial and the prince cannot change it, but he has been working hard.

He, Zhu Zhanhe, seemed to be open to everything on the surface, but in fact he had never looked away; on the surface he said he was going to mess it up, but he never did it; he told himself time and time again that this was the last time.

, but still had hope, thinking that the old man would find that he was better than his cousin.

He, Zhu Zhanhe, is a fool who has been deceiving himself.

He warned his father again and again that the general trend was unavoidable, but he himself was deeply involved in it and could not extricate himself.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanhe raised his head and looked at his mother, smiling.

"Thank you, mother."

"It's okay." Princess Han's smile was as gentle as ever, she touched her son's head, patted his shoulder, and said.

"Go ahead."

"Yes." Zhu Zhanhe nodded, took off the cloak from his shoulders, and put it on his mother with some difficulty.

"The weather is cold and my mother is weak. Don't catch the cold."

After saying that, he walked towards the study room which was always brightly lit.

Princess Han touched the cloak on her shoulders, looked at her son's still young figure, and smiled silently.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"What's the matter?" Hearing the knock on the door, Zhu Gaoxu frowned in displeasure.

Generally speaking, few people would disturb him when he was meeting others, because this was a taboo in the Han Palace.

After all, what he, the King of Han, was doing was fighting for the throne, and there were a lot of things that not just anyone could listen to.

"Dad, it's me."

"Come in." Hearing his son's voice, Zhu Gaoxu frowned slightly.

"Xu Heng has met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Seeing Zhu Zhanhe pushing open the door and entering, Xing'an Bo Xu Heng hurriedly greeted him.

"Yeah." Zhu Zhanhe nodded, but said nothing and just stood there.

Seeing this, Zhu Gaoxu said: "Xu Heng, you go back first, I will go find you tomorrow."

"yes."

Upon hearing this, Xu Heng saluted Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Zhanhe respectively, then exited the study, closing the door behind him.

"Dad, just go and join the feudal clan."

As soon as Xu Heng left, Zhu Zhanhe spoke.

Zhu Gaoxu was stunned when he opened his mouth.

I am coming again!

Let me explain, I usually update today and tomorrow, so that I can be prepared if something happens, so I usually update on Sundays and Mondays on weekends. Today is the first day of work after the yang turns to yin, so I can feel it.

Baby, I took the time to code up a chapter.
Chapter completed!