Now it was Zhu Gaoxu who felt aggrieved. He had just ignited hope in his heart and was hit in the head again. It was really... uncomfortable.
"Father, I would like to accompany you again."
"No need." Zhu Di said without doubt, "Pack your things and leave tomorrow. Wouldn't it be better to learn more from the third child and become a free king?"
Zhu Gaoxu looked sad and smiled helplessly, "I understand."
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The next day, the king of Han left.
And Ji Gang also went to the execution ground, executed at Lingchi, and his family was exiled!
Two major events happened in succession, both of which were beneficial to the civil service group. The court became calm again, and the previous turmoil gradually subsided.
Zhu Zhanji was imprisoned by his father, which was no different from being in prison. He was never released from this period.
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Time flies by like a fleeting moment.
In the blink of an eye, it's the twelfth lunar month of winter, and another year is about to pass.
The situation in the DPRK was stable, and the national policy of planting crops into acres was fully implemented. The trial planting of corn was a great success. The imperial court issued an edict to promote it in Shandong, Henan, Hebei...these provinces where wheat is grown next year. It can be said that it is
The situation is excellent.
The New Year is approaching, and everyone is working overtime to deal with government affairs and prepare for the annual vacation, but Sambo is about to set off.
At the end of the 14th year of Yongle's reign, his fifth voyage to the West officially began.
On the day of departure, Li Qing went out of the city to see him off.
"Sambo, if those things are really potatoes, you must bring back more of them." Li Qing said, "There are also corn seeds, and you must bring back as many as possible."
After a pause, he said, "There are also sweet potatoes. You have to keep the blueprints and let them take a good look at it. Maybe they already have the Folang machine."
Sanbao nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, sir, it's about the food rations of millions of people, and Sanbao will naturally not slack off. You've said it several times."
"Uh-huh..." Li Qing's face heated up and he said seriously, "Have a nice trip."
"Yes." Sanbao smiled and nodded. After thousands of sails, he still held his hands and said, "Sir, take care."
"Take care." Li Qing returned the greeting.
Watching the treasure ship sail away, Li Qing stood on the bank of the Yangtze River for a long time before exhaling. This farewell would last more than two years. He could afford it, but his old friend couldn't afford it.
"Time flies so fast!" Li Qing sighed.
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Time flies by so fast without any mercy, and in a blink of an eye it is already the fifteenth year of Yongle.
When Jianwen abolished the vassal state and the three brothers followed him to the capital, the scene of the little fat man gesturing to the one-foot-long little Zhanji on the road was still vivid in his mind. In the blink of an eye, he had grown up and reached the age of marrying a wife.
She married the Hu family, the daughter of Hu Rong, the minister of Guanglu Temple.
The grandson's wedding marks that the crown prince's position is completely secure, and there will be no more surprises.
The civil officials were overjoyed, and the generals were happy to accept it. Although the prince couldn't play with them, the grandson could play with them!
On the day of the wedding, Zhu Di held a grand banquet. The standard was as high as that after returning from the Northern Expedition. The banquet was quite lively.
Zhu Zhanji's good fortune made him even more heroic and heroic. After being shut up for so long and reading so many books, this great grandson has grown a lot and will no longer be able to shine in the forefront.
He has a restrained temperament without losing his heroic spirit.
Zhu Di's face was full of joy. He believed that his grandson would definitely be a promising and wise king when he takes power in the future.
He looks down upon his son. Even though his son is capable, he still looks down upon him.
But his grandson is different. As much as he despises his son, he treasures his grandson. In a sense, his second-generation relative is much more serious than Lao Zhu.
Looking at his heroic and restrained grandson, Zhu Di smiled from ear to ear and sighed softly: "It's great that I have experienced some hardships and grown up like this. I can rest assured that he will be your king one day."
Li Qing smiled and nodded, he was also quite satisfied with Zhu Zhanji.
Zhu Zhanji was talented and courageous, and with the guidance of Zhu Di and his son, as well as his experience in expeditions, he could be said to be an all-rounder in both civil and military affairs.
He chuckled and said, "It will be a great blessing for the country and the people to have such an emperor in the future!"
"Haha..." Zhu Di laughed loudly, "It's not easy to hear a nice word from you!"
Li Qing smiled and said: "If your Majesty wants to hear it, I can talk to you for three days and three nights, as long as you show more interest."
"You are the only one who has many witty words." Zhu Di rolled his eyes at him, "By the way, the old monk's health is failing. You should go and see more."
He was grateful from the bottom of his heart for Dao Yan.
Most of the emperors were lonely, especially the promising ones. Zhu Di didn't have many friends, Li Qing was one, Dao Yan was one, and these were the only two in total.
"I obey the decree." Li Qing agreed.
When his grandson got married, Zhu Di was very happy as a grandfather. After a banquet, he was so drunk that his face turned red and his neck became thick, and he could not walk straight.
Li Qing also drank a lot, but he was still sober.
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In the main hall of the temple, Daoyan was sitting on a futon, his body hunched over, and he was tapping the wooden fish, but he still had a good grasp of the rhythm.
Li Qing sat opposite him, waiting quietly.
A quarter of an hour later, Dao Yan stopped and looked at Li Qing, "I'm not sick, I'm just old, so there's no need to bother."
"If you can stop your homework, you can live a little longer." Li Qing said.
Dao Yan shook his head slightly and just said: "I'm used to it."
Li Qing didn't try to persuade him any more, and instead chatted with him about his family affairs.
This knowledgeable and scheming old monk is really old. He is over eighty years old. Even in future generations, he will be considered to have lived a long life. It is already very difficult for him to be able to walk on crutches.
"The happiest years of my life were the years of Jingnan." Dao Yan said with emotion.
Li Qing teased: "I hope people like you will never appear again in the Ming Dynasty."
"Haha..." Dao Yan nodded with a smile, and then said seriously, "Even if we don't have Marquis Yongqing in the battle of Jingnan, I can still help the emperor win the great treasure!"
"Well, Li admires the master's ability very much." People are about to die, and it's hard for Li Qing to make excuses. Moreover, in history, this man did it.
People like Dao Yan should be born in troubled times, otherwise it will be a big disaster.
~
After bidding farewell to Dao Yan, Li Qing went to Liang Guogong's Mansion again.
Lan Yu is also old, and her physical condition has seriously declined. She is no better than Dao Yan. Her head is full of white hair, and even her eyebrows have turned gray.
The formerly tall and burly figure has become stooped and even a little thin.
The two of them sat under the tree, sipping tea, reminiscing about the past, and feeling filled with emotion.
Later, Li Jinglong also came. This venomous snake made Lan Yu furious after just a few words. He hit him with a cane and ran away with his head in his arms.
Li Jinglong yelled as he ran: "You can't jump very well. Stop using a crutch and relying on yourself."
The two of them were making a fuss, and time seemed to have returned to the past.
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Yongle fifteenth year, June.
After the wheat was harvested, Yongle rice, which had been planted on trial basis, was planted in several places in Shanhe and Shanhe provinces.
Due to the lack of seeds, less than a few hundred thousand acres were planted in total, but the planting of Yongle rice is undoubtedly a good sign and gives hope to the people in both places.
Because the imperial court has announced that within three years, everyone can grow Yongle rice.
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As time went on, Hongyan inevitably grew older, with more wrinkles and white hair on Hongxiu. She was discovered by Li Qing when she secretly pulled out her hair.
After some psychological counseling by emotional master Li Qing, Hongxiu gradually accepted the reality, became calm, and stopped pulling out her hair.
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In May of the 16th year of Yongle, Dao Yan became seriously ill.
Zhu Di and Li Qing went to visit, but Dao Yan was already lying on the bed and could not get down to the ground to salute.
"Old monk, what is your wish?" Zhu Di knew that this old friend's time was running out, so he promised: "I will grant you everything."
Dao Yan requested: "Monk Puqia has been imprisoned for a long time. I hope he can be pardoned."
This man was the chief recording monk of Jianwen. Back then, because of his voyages to the West and the establishment of a new capital, the officials and gentry spread the news that Emperor Jianwen was not dead in order to disgust Zhu Di. Some of them said that Emperor Jianwen had turned into a monk and was captured by Bo Qia.
Sent out.
So Zhu Di found an excuse and locked up this man.
"Okay, I promise you." Zhu Di said without any hesitation, "Is there anything else?"
"I hope the emperor can release Tie Xuan." Dao Yan said seriously, "He is a loyal minister."
Zhu Di hesitated for a moment and nodded in agreement: "Okay, is there anything else?"
"No more. Thank you, Your Majesty." Dao Yan stood up and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"
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Seven days later, Daoyan passed away.
Two days after Zhu Di abolished the throne, he buried Daoyan with the rites of a monk, and posthumously awarded him the posthumous title of "Tui Cheng Fu Guo Guo Xuan Li Wen Chen", "Rong Lu Da Fu", "Shang Zhu Guo", "Rong Guo Gong";
He was given the posthumous title Gongjing and personally wrote a Shinto inscription for him.