In front of Zhu Di's mausoleum, Zhu Zhanyi knelt down and worshiped devoutly. For this emperor of all ages, and for his grandfather, Zhu Zhanyi had great respect in his heart.
The Changling Mausoleum built by Zhu Di was magnificent, and the great emperor Yongle was buried underground.
Zhu Zhanzhen was alone at the sacrificial place and said: "Grandpa Huang, my grandson suppressed Zhu Yunzhen's affairs. My grandson doesn't know whether you think what I did was right or wrong. If you think it is wrong, just come out and scold me."
Two sentences, if you think it’s right, then continue to lie in the tomb.”
After a while, there was no movement. Zhu Zhanchen finally felt at ease. Zhu Di probably thought that what he was doing was okay.
"Grandfather, my uncle and my father are having a big fight now, and the Tatars in the north are dishonest again. My grandson understands that you don't want to see your children and grandchildren fighting, but ordinary farmers will fight for an acre of fertile land.
Come on, there is no indisputable truth in the Ming Dynasty. Although my second uncle can fight, he is definitely no match for my father. I have to help my second uncle."
If Zhu Zhanzhen's words were heard by others, they would definitely cause an uproar.
Of course, he didn't want to help the King of Han conquer the world. He was not stupid. He helped the King of Han but ended up not doing well in the end. Moreover, the fat father was his biological father, so it was impossible to help outsiders deal with him.
What he meant was that he was afraid that the King of Han would be miserable in the future, so he had to help him, at least to save his life.
The fat father promised in front of Zhu Di not to kill his brothers, but now that the King of Han is forcing him again and again, it is very possible for a fight to happen if something goes wrong. When the time comes, the sword has no eyes, who can guarantee what will happen.
Anyway, Zhu Zhanzhen knew that his good brother would definitely kill him.
"Grandpa Emperor, my grandson is unfilial. He came back to pay homage after such a long time. Don't be surprised that his grandson developed Japan just to protect himself."
Zhu Zhanzhen stayed in front of Zhu Di's mausoleum for a long time before rushing back to the imperial city overnight. He did not have time to go home to change clothes and take a bath, so he went straight to the palace.
Zhu Gaochi was already waiting impatiently, and issued edicts on the way asking Zhu Zhan to return quickly.
Zhu Zhanchen strode into Zhu Gaochi's study and shouted: "Dad, dad."
The eunuch hurriedly said: "Your Highness, you have to change your words."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes, I will bow to my father."
The fat father rolled his eyes and saw that his son was becoming more and more handsome as he grew older. He was handsome and powerful. Although his face was fair and handsome, he still had a lot of masculinity. His youthful enthusiasm was on the surface. This is what a young man should look like.
Zhu Gaochi stretched out his hand to signal the eunuchs to retreat, and then he spoke to the father and son.
"Zhan Zhan, I read your secret report and did a good job. It would be better not to be mentioned about that person. What reward do you want for this matter?"
Zhu Zhanchen thought for a while and thought that he really didn't have anything to reward him now. He wanted money, power, and women. Whether he wanted a reward or not was a taboo.
It shows that the gong is too high.
Zhu Zhanzhen said with a smile: "Father, why don't you reward me with a princess, but a good-looking one?"
Zhu Gaochi said with a smile: "You, you, still don't look like you. You are so old, and you will be a father in two years."
"Father, I haven't thought about it yet."
The two chatted about household matters, and Zhu Gaochi turned the conversation to business matters.
"Zhan Zhan, please go to Yingtian Mansion in two days. Go and help Zhan Ji and advise your second uncle. The country is dragging its feet now, and there is no intention of the Northern Expedition. The Tatars in the north are making trouble, and we cannot let them go.
If this continues," Zhu Gaochi said with a headache.
You can't fight, let alone condone it. The best outcome is for Zhu Gaoxu to surrender himself, but even thinking about it, it seems impossible.
At this time, Zhu Zhanzhen took out a dozen secret letters from his clothes and handed them to Zhu Gaochi.
"This is?" Zhu Gaochi looked at the secret message in front of him in confusion.
Zhu Zhanchen scratched his head and said, "These are all letters from my second uncle. Father, please read them yourself."
Zhu Gaochi opened the letter and glanced at it a few times. He was a little angry at first, but then turned into a look of laughter.
"This is Gao Xu." Zhu Gaochi smiled bitterly and shook his head.
The letters on the table are all written by Zhu Gaoxu to win over Zhu Zhanzhen.
"Zhan Zhan, come back to the Ming Dynasty and come to Ningbo Port, hang out with your second uncle, and your second uncle will give you the title of King Side by Side."
"Help my second uncle to conquer the world, and we, uncle and nephew, will share the world."
"Cross the river to rule, you are in the south and I am in the north."
"My second uncle's eldest son died young, and my second son's conduct was not good. I will be the emperor first, and then pass the throne to you. The Ming Dynasty will surely prosper for another fifty or sixty years in the hands of our uncle and nephew. It will be recorded in the history books as an eternal legend."
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There was no cover in the large number of letters, and they were all very straightforward. Zhu Gaoxu spoke truthfully to Zhu Zhanzhen, and the conditions he gave were much better than those of Zhu Gaochi.
Although Zhu Gaoxu's words are like love at a nightclub and are never trustworthy, Zhu Gaochi is also afraid that Zhu Zhanchang will believe one of them.
But after Zhu Zhanzhen took out all these letters, he felt relieved that his son's mind was still very clear.
"Father, my second uncle is ambitious and everyone knows it. I'm afraid it will be difficult to resolve this matter."
"Sigh." Zhu Gaochi sighed: "I don't know. It's just that he and I are still brothers from the same mother. Although our relationship has not been harmonious since childhood, I can never treat him because of the affection between my mother and my queen.
Dead hand."
Zhu Gaochi was named Renzong by later generations. His generosity and kindness were obvious to everyone.
"Procrastination will only worsen the situation in the country and intensify conflicts. The Tatars in the north will have more opportunities to take advantage of them. My father is not willing to kill each other, but he must also take into account the current situation of the Ming Dynasty. Now the two vassals of Zhejiang and Fujian are isolated from other places.
The trade has been blocked, and the people's livelihood is miserable. Zhejiang is already rich and has many merchants, but now that the canal and the sea are cut off, the merchants and people among them must also be complaining. "
Zhu Zhanzhen reminded Zhu Gaochi that he could start from the common people.
Since ancient times, the last thing people want to fight is the common people. No matter who wins or loses, the people will suffer after all. And now when the Ming Dynasty is so prosperous and the people are strong, who wants to start a domestic war?
If the people are unwilling to fight, will the soldiers be willing to fight?
Fighting against foreign countries is a matter of meritorious deeds, but fighting within one's own country, and with the huge disparity in strength between the enemy and ours, the soldiers of the two vassals in Zhejiang and Fujian were also thoughtless.
"In the Zhejiang vassal, industry is developed and commerce is prosperous. The tax revenue contribution in the past two years has been extremely outstanding. However, it is too difficult to influence Gao Xu's behavior according to the wishes of the business people." Zhu Gaochi does not think that Zhu Gaojiu will be influenced by others.
Walk on your nose.
Zhu Zhanzhen held a different opinion: "Father, what we are fighting in the war now is not people, but money. Without sufficient financial support, it is impossible to maintain a war state. Guns and guns require money, and personnel require money. If my second uncle has
It may be enough to make money by taking down Yingtian Mansion and looting it, but it is obvious that he is not sure."
"I just said that Zhejiang and Fujian are both places with prosperous maritime trade and abundant tax revenue." Zhu Gaochi emphasized again.
"It's true that the tax revenue is abundant, but my second uncle is different from my father. My father is used to splitting a penny into two parts, and Xia Shangshu helps my father manage finances. The Ming Central Bank also operates smoothly. But what about my second uncle?
The second uncle is a military commander, and he has always spent money lavishly. Most of the people under him are also profligate like the second uncle. Today, he spends tomorrow's money, which sounds unrestrained, but when the time comes to spend money, he is really tight. "
When Zhu Gaochi thought about it, it seemed to be the truth. Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Di were the same, they were both lavish spenders who never knew how to save money, and everyone who followed him also made a lot of money.
But Zhu Di's money was saved little by little by Zhu Gaochi and officials from the Ministry of Household Affairs. There were people around Zhu Di to help him, but no one around Zhu Gaoxu helped him save money, and no one helped him plan carefully. He couldn't find it even if he looked for it temporarily. Now his finances are
Very tight.
As usual, taxes must be raised at this time, and raising taxes will build up public resentment. But now that the Zhejiang and Fujian vassals have stopped trading with the outside world, there is no progress, and public resentment is backlogged. Zhu Gaoxu cannot hold on for long.
But Zhu Zhanzhen's procrastination method, I don't know how long Zhu Gaoxu can last. It is not what Zhu Gaochi wants. After all, he has to resolve this matter as soon as possible so that he can fully deal with the rebellion in Oara in the north.
"Zhan Zhan, go and persuade your second uncle to surrender." Zhu Gaochi still hoped that Zhu Zhan would be able to directly persuade Zhu Gaoxu to surrender. At least he could give it a try.
This is also a commonly used method in ancient wars. Subduing the enemy's troops without fighting is the best strategy.
Zhu Zhanchen sighed, but now the Ming Dynasty has gradually transitioned from the cold weapon era. Now if you want to conquer others without fighting, you should use trade war and economic war.
Moreover, Zhu Zhanxu did not think that he had the sharp tongue to persuade Zhu Gaoxu to surrender.
Seeing that Zhu Gaochi seemed to have made up his mind, Zhu Zhanchen said: "Father, I can go, but father, please prepare your chips. It is not easy to get your second uncle to surrender. I can do anything with my mouth alone."
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"The cabinet has been ordered to take care of it. It is really difficult to persuade Gao Xu to surrender. You have a good relationship with him, so I have to go. Thank you for your hard work."
Zhu Zhanzhen looked at Zhu Gaochi with a little helplessness in his eyes. Perhaps the emperor in the hall couldn't help himself. He asked softly: "Father, what will happen if my son fails to persuade me to surrender this time?"
Zhu Gaochi sighed: "Let's try it first and then talk about it."
Obviously Zhu Gaochi did not learn Zhu Di's skill in deceiving his son into painting cakes, and he probably felt that he could not deceive Zhu Zhanyi.
Zhu Zhanzhen understood that Zhu Gaochi's insistence on asking him to persuade him to surrender should be the ultimatum given by the court to Zhu Gaoxu. He did not want to delay, which meant that the situation in the northern Wala was worse than expected. Zhu Gaochi must resolve Zhu Gaoxu's matter as soon as possible and then separate.
Go deal with Wala.
Although Zhu Gaochi was not a person who advocated conquest, after all, he made a promise at the last moment of Zhu Di's life. He would not give up any territory in the Ming Dynasty. If he has only been in power for a long time now, if the country's territory is divided, he will have no face to face his ancestors.
"Father, let the cabinet discuss the results as soon as possible so that I can set off."
"You should go back to your house to have a rest and wash up. You haven't been back for a long time. You should take a rest in the next two days."
"My son, please take your leave first."
Zhu Gaochi looked at Zhu Zhanyi's leaving figure and sighed. He always felt sorry for his son, and was even more afraid that Zhu Zhanyi would think he was unfair and feel resentful.
He and Zhu Gaoxu have not had a good relationship since childhood, and he was mentally prepared for this to happen. However, Zhu Zhanzhen and Zhu Zhanji have had a very good relationship since childhood. If the brothers are at odds with each other in the future, he will not be happy as a father, but now he
There is really no way to balance the relationship between the two, so I can only go with the flow.
Zhu Zhanchen walked out and returned to his house.
Chen Xinyue and others had returned to Shuntian Mansion years ago, and they were all waiting for Zhu Zhanyi's return.
When she saw Zhu Zhanxi's carriage arriving at the door, Chen Xinyue went up to it, picked up Zhu Zhanxi's carriage and immediately said: "Your Highness, please go inside first, it's cold outside."
There was no words this night, the ice and snow melted.
Early the next morning, someone came to visit.
Zhu Zhanzhen stood up sleepily: "Who is it, arriving so early?"
Chen Xinyue had already tidied up nicely. She smiled slightly and said, "Sister Ruowei is here with your eldest nephew, Your Highness."
Zhu Zhanzhen was shocked. He didn't expect the Ming God of War to come to his door. This guy was a key figure.
Sun Ruowei gave birth to the current emperor's eldest grandson and took him to the palace frequently. It has only been four months now. The queen is very fond of it, and Sun Ruowei's own favorability has also increased rapidly. Mother is more valuable than son, and this is the emperor's eldest grandson.
Although she was not a royal concubine, Zhu Qizhen could only be regarded as the eldest son of a concubine, but with Zhu Zhanji's favor, she was confident.
Now Zhu Qizhen is like a treasure that is shown off everywhere in her hands.
Hu Shanwei only had two daughters and never had a son. Her belly had been quiet for so many years and she had lost Zhu Zhanji's favor. This made her feel confident that she had no legitimate son. She, the eldest son of a concubine, was the first heir.
He even expressed to the empress that he wanted Zhu Qizhen to be called the grandson like Zhu Zhanji back then, but he was declined.
Chen Xinyue hurried to the front hall and saw Sun Ruowei sitting and teasing her son. She hurriedly ordered her servants: "You blind person, go and add more stoves to make the room warmer. The emperor and grandson are still a few months old."
Xiao, what should I do if I catch a cold?"
The servants nodded and went to do it.
Sun Ruowei smiled slightly. Her appearance had matured a lot in the past two years, and she had lost the innocence and cuteness she had when she was a girl.
"Sister, don't panic, look at this boy, he is so lively and energetic, he is just like his father. He will be a good horseman and archer in the future. He is very strong."
Chen Xinyue looked at the chubby little boy in her infancy, and had to say that he looked really cute, with a tiger-like head and a tough brain. Who doesn't like chubby little kids?
"Qi Zhen really has a happy look on his face, he's so smiling."
The two of them were laughing.
At this time, Zhu Zhanzhen had already dressed and walked over. He tried his best to hide his displeasure with Zhu Qizhen. After all, Zhu Qizhen in history was called the Son of Heaven and the God of War of the Ming Dynasty. Now Zhu Qizhen here is just a
The future of a swaddling child is completely different.
History has long since changed, and the probability that Zhu Qizhen will not be able to defeat Wala in the future is almost negligible.
As long as the Ming Dynasty's combat power does not reduce to the situation like that of Italy during World War I, there will be no chance of being called the emperor in history.
Seeing Zhu Zhanxun coming, Sun Ruowei came forward with her child in her arms: "Zhanxun, come and give your nephew a hug."
Zhu Zhanyi suppressed the disgust in his heart and reached out to take the infant Zhu Qizhen. He looked at the white, tender and chubby child in his arms before he could speak.
The child started crying and pooped.
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