Zhu Yuanzhang was confused. This was too inappropriate.

Seeing that Lao Zhu remained silent, Zhu Jun said: "Dad, my eldest nephew has put a shackle on his heart. This shackle was given by you. If you don't break it, it will only increase his boredom in the future.

What would a person do if he was tired of this kind of life and couldn't resist?

Either go to extremes or give up on yourself!"

"You fart, your elder brother was taught very well by us!"

"But you were often away at that time, and it was my mother who took us. At that time, we were either fighting here or there. How could you have the time to catch up on your homework?"

Hearing this, Zhu Yuanzhang was speechless, "That's all, Dasun, tell me, what do you want to play?"

"Don't ask him, he feels guilty when he sees you now." Zhu Jun waved his hand and said to the guard on the side: "Go and call the two brothers Zhu Gaozhi, and the fourteenth brother too! "

The guard was stunned and couldn't help but look at Zhu Yuanzhang.

"Look what we are doing, go quickly!" Zhu Yuanzhang was hit twice by Zhu Jun. He had nowhere to vent his anger and kicked the guard.

The guard secretly complained and scolded Zhu Jun countless times in his heart.

Damn Madman Zhu, it’s okay to go crazy outside the palace, but he actually went crazy inside the palace, and even His Majesty went crazy with him.

It’s crazy!

Soon, Little Fatty came over with Zhu Gaoxu, their fourteenth uncle, and Zhu Dui, who still had snot bubbles on his nose.

Zhu Dun is the same age as Xiaopangdun. Apart from eating, he has no hobbies.

"My grandson has met Grandpa Huang!" Xiao Pangdun saw Lao Zhu and hurriedly greeted him.

Zhu Gaoxu was also like a mouse when it saw a cat, very well-behaved.

"Father, did you ask me to come here? Is there anything delicious to eat?" Zhu Dun sniffed and asked.

Zhu Yuanzhang was a little embarrassed, "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat, aren't you eating right now?"

Zhu Dun scratched his head, "No!"

Zhu Jun smiled and said, "Come on, let's play Cuju. Dad, how about we compete?"

Cuju?

This is not a low-level game.

However, Zhu Yuanzhang hated Cuju very much.

In the past when he was fighting for world hegemony, Zhang Xin, the younger brother of the Emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, would always carry acanthus (a kind of gambling tool), play Cuju, and feast with women, regardless of military matters.

So at that time, Zhu Yuanzhang believed that Cuju was a plaything to lose one's ambition, so he ordered that Cuju be banned in the army, and violators would be severely punished.

However, in recent years, after the world was divided into three parts, the game became popular again in Daye.

Loved by men, women, old and young.

"You lose your mind by playing with things, don't you know that what we hate most is Cuju?" Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Zhu Jun.

"Dad, look at your big belly. If you continue like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get on the horse!" Zhu Jun pointed at Lao Zhu's general's belly and said.

"You know nothing, this means we are blessed people!"

Zhu Yuanzhang had no requirements for this piece of food. Basically, whatever he liked to eat, the imperial dining room would make it according to his taste.

Lao Zhu doesn't eat luxuriously, but he loves salty and spicy food.

And being fat is a sign of good fortune. If an emperor is fat, it is also a blessing to the country. If he is very thin, wouldn't it be embarrassing to receive foreign guests?

This traditional concept is deeply rooted in Lao Zhu’s soul.

Zhu Jun shook his head and said, "You are blessed if you are blessed, but too much blessing can also cause harm. If you continue to gain weight, various diseases will come."

Take the Ming Dynasty as an example. All the emperors were fat, especially Ming Renzong, who weighed two to three hundred pounds. If he were not so fat, he would not only be the emperor in October.

Maybe Daming will turn a corner in his hands.

Then there would be no Ming God of War.

"You fart!" Zhu Yuanzhang was furious, "Stop cursing me here!"

"My son doesn't dare. He is just worried about his father's health. In the early years, his father was fighting in the north and south, and his health was naturally good. But now there has been no war for seven or eight years.

You hang around the palace every day looking for documents. Do you still remember the last time you hunted a few years ago?"

Zhu Jun said: "Your body is your capital. Look at Gao Zhi. At the age of seven, he is out of breath even when walking. If there is a war in the future, will he be able to mount a horse and kill the enemy?"

"He is only seven years old. Wouldn't it be better to wait until he grows up?" Zhu Yuanzhang was stubborn and impatient. He did not think being fat was a bad thing.

Zhu Jun said no more, "Okay, let's compete. If you win, I will eat fatter in the future.

If you lose, just listen to me and control your weight."

"You bastard, bet, bet, bet, you just can't change it!" Zhu Yuanzhang was furious, but then he thought about it, this kid was doing it for his own good.

After people gain weight, they are no longer as flexible as before.

Thinking of this, the way he looked at Zhu Jun became much gentler, "Originally, we hate Cuju the most, but for the sake of our eldest grandson, I will play with you once."

"Long live Grandpa Huang!" Zhu Yingxiong was extremely excited.

He dreamed of playing Cuju in the palace. It would be a pity not to play Cuju in such a big venue.

"Gao Xu, you guard the door, Fourteen, you cooperate with us!" Zhu Yuanzhang said.

Zhu Jun asked Zhu Gaozhi to guard the door, then took off his clothes and took Zhu Yingxiong to the side to warm up, "Move your joints and you won't sprain your muscles and bones!"

Zhu Yingxiong also followed suit and found it quite interesting.

Zhu Yuanzhang also performed a set of punches.

However, after a set of punches, I was exhausted and out of breath, and my physical strength dropped a lot.

"Are you ready?" Zhu Yuanzhang urged his uncle and nephew hurriedly when he saw that they were still twisting around.

"Coming!"

Zhu Jun ran over with Zhu Yingxiong, who had a slightly red face, and the guard brought a ball over.

This ball is so well made that there is even a special handicraft workshop in Daye selling all kinds of Ju (called "Jianse" at the time).

There are twenty-four kinds of "healthy color names" recorded in "Cuju Atlas".

There are also various jargons that are widely circulated, and it is a well-deserved first national movement.

Wang Gouer and the imperial doctor, who had just arrived, looked at each other in confusion.

Who doesn’t know that the emperor hates Cuju the most? Today he not only played Cuju, but also dragged Madman Zhu, the Emperor Taisun and others to play Cuju in the palace.

Simply unbelievable.

Wang Gouer rubbed his eyes, "What on earth is going on?"

The imperial doctor gave a wry smile and said, "My lord, didn't you say that my grandson is unwell? Look at how vigorous and vigorous my grandson is, how can he feel any discomfort at all?"

At this time, several people on the field kicked away completely. Zhu Yuanzhang was so hot that he was sweating all over. He had not felt this hearty and hearty for a long time.

Just at this time, a ball came to his feet. He looked at Zhu Jun who was rushing towards him and said, "You brat, let me show you what is ginger or spicy when you are old!"

Bang!

He took out his kick and the ball flew through the air, hitting Zhu Gaoxu squarely in the face.

Ouch!

Zhu Gaoxu's nose was bleeding at that time, and he cried loudly: "Grandpa Huang, my grandson is with you, how come you scored an own goal!"
Chapter completed!