Smart people never put all their eggs in one basket.
The old man will never have only one way to monitor the world's eyes and ears.
Although he now ignores government affairs and teases his great-grandson in the palace every day, he is still very aware of the major events in the world.
In this life, he neither trusts nor trusts anyone.
The most dangerous thing in his life was not the countless times he climbed out of the dead, but the hidden arrows from his back. When he first showed his talents, how many people were so jealous that they wanted to kill him!
After he made his own decision and became the leader of the army, all the people under his command also secretly harbored ulterior motives, and they were convinced and wanted to usurp the throne.
In his life, he has seen too much darkness in the world. He finally got an answer. Only darkness can cure darkness. And those noble-sounding and upright gentlemen, officials, and nobles who they say are against darkness are nothing more than
Afraid of other people's darkness and exposing their darkness.
Some people, standing in the light, have darkness hidden in their bodies.
Some people stood in the darkness, their whole bodies covered, watching indifferently.
But the old man never thought that one day, his darkness would be used on the sons he gave birth to.
Hey! After the man with green eyes retreated, the old man leaned on his chair and sighed. It’s not that we are cruel, after all, we are not dividing the wealth among the rich. It’s as simple as two more acres of land for you, and a few more coins for him!
We can't let future generations learn from you, everyone will fight, and in the end everyone will die! We care about you because we are afraid that you will die!
As he spoke, he rubbed his eyes hard with his big hands.
At some point, the fat cat returned to his feet. The moment he stood up, the fat cat lazily rubbed against his feet, and then followed him.
At this time, the sunlight gradually deviated, and the old man stood at the door, just covered by the shadow of the eaves.
When people are shrouded in sunlight, they only see the darkness in front of them. But when they are shrouded in darkness, they see the entire sun.
He clasped his hands behind his back and walked westward along the eaves. The fat cat followed nimbly behind him.
He walked out of the palace, passed through the second door, and when he was about to enter the Imperial Garden, his steps stopped slightly. He looked at Lezhizhai in the Imperial Garden, leaning against the lake, and was quietly lost in thought.
Our eldest grandson, what are you doing?
Pu Bucheng came up from behind. His Highness had just summoned He Guangyi, and now he also summoned several bachelors and cabinet ministers from the Six Ministries. They should be talking about farming in Henan this year. He asked people from the Ministry of Household Affairs to count the population of the Central Plains this year.
There are also grain products!
The old man nodded and smiled slightly. He was able to keep his composure, which is good! After saying that, he put his hands behind his back and walked around the corridor of the imperial garden. To do big things, he must be able to keep his composure and not change before the mountain collapses.
.You can’t follow other people’s footsteps, let alone let others affect your mood!
Pu Bucheng smiled and said nothing.
The corridor passes by the lake, where koi carps roam leisurely in the clear water.
Did that person deal with it? The old man asked again.
He knows what's appropriate, so the slave girl lets him go with dignity! Pu Bucheng replied.
The old man keeps walking, there are too many old people in the palace, and people like to talk too much when they get old. You know, we are most annoyed by those people who can't hide things in their hearts, and we hate those people who know something and have to speak out.
people.
Pu Bucheng bowed slightly, "I know this, and I will do it now!"
Well! The old man responded and still walked forward.
After leaving the Imperial Garden, I passed through the Zhenshun Gate. There was a green soft sedan outside the gate, as if I had been waiting for a long time.
Pu Bucheng opened the curtain, and the old man bent down and went in. The fat cat following him also wanted to go in, but was kicked out by him. It broke at the root of the wall with some confusion. After meowing twice, it lowered its head and licked its own hair.
Let's go! Pu Bucheng ordered, then held on to the sedan chair and followed the sedan forward slowly.
You are too old! The old man said in the sedan chair, let them carry another one, and you can follow in the sedan chair!
How can a slave sit in a sedan chair in front of the master? Pu Bucheng said with a smile outside.
The old man snorted inside, "We're afraid you'll be exhausted and have no one to help you!"
The sedan left the palace and was replaced by a carriage. The carriage went straight out of the city gate and headed east of Yingtian Mansion.
When the sun gradually faded and the clouds became more numerous, and the heat was no longer there and there was a breeze, the carriage stopped in front of the huge archway in Dongling.
Dongling is located to the east of Queen Ma's Xiaoling Mausoleum. According to human etiquette, if parents are in the west, the eldest son will be in the east. Dongling is Zhu Biao's mausoleum.
The old man got out of the carriage and didn't even look at the eunuch guarding the mausoleum and the commander of the army who were kneeling on the roadside. He still walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.
I walked past the tall stone statues, the Shinto, the Jinshui Bridge, and the gate tower.
The sun was in the west, and his figure was stretched very long.
Slowly, he stopped in front of the main hall, looked at the side halls on the left and right, seemed a little dissatisfied, and said, it was still a little shabby! Then, he suddenly laughed again.
As shabby as he is, he was a prince when he died, so he should follow the prince's etiquette. When his son becomes the emperor in the future, he is the emperor's father, so his son will naturally worry about him!
With that said, he continued to walk forward. When I am alive, I have to worry about my son. When I am dead, my son has to worry about me! Damn it, this is unfair!
Just talking like this, the old man walked to the main hall and looked in front of the memorial tablet. Then he sat on a chair, crossed his legs comfortably, and kept patting the armrest with one hand.
Logically speaking, there is no reason for me to come to see my son. It is the son who wants to pay homage to me. But we are old and have some things in our hearts. I don’t know who to talk to except you!
You can't tell your mother either. You know she is very soft-hearted. She will cry and cry at everything we say. She can't let go of this and can't let go of that. As a woman, you know that!
So after much thought, I can only find you. Who makes you the boss? The eldest brother is like the father, and you are the eldest son!
After chatting for a long time, the smile on the old man's face turned depressed.
Boss, tell us the truth. Have you ever thought about how you would take care of your younger brothers one day when we are gone?
After saying that, the old man looked straight at the tablet.
You should have this intention, but you have a lot of eyes. You may not start so directly, and you will take your time.
Hi, actually. We know more or less what you are thinking. How can you allow others to sleep soundly under the bed? If they all go along with your wishes, you are willing to give them some money. If they are not willing, you have plenty of means!
But your son, our grandson, is different from what you think!
What he wants is for the cadres to be arbitrary and the authority to be unified. Fundamentally, he doesn’t agree with our enfeoffment! As he said that, the old man laughed again, and he didn’t blame him. Who knew that your younger brothers were so unsatisfactory and caused so much trouble?
Out of shape!
Their generation has started to behave like this, and their children and grandchildren will not be much better! In a few decades, the vassal kings of the Ming Dynasty will no longer be princes on the horse, but will be the moths of the Ming Dynasty!
As he said that, the old man's smile faded again. Boss, tell me, are we too indulgent of them when we get older?
Tell me, should we kill one or two of them?
After all, it’s our son, we can’t bear it. We can’t start it, otherwise in the future, when the Zhu family kills their own people, there will be a precedent to follow! Just like the Li family, oh my dear, father and son, brothers
, killed for several lifetimes!
At this point, the old man sighed again, but we are too soft-hearted and have given the problem to your son. If we are too soft-hearted, we will become the support of your younger brothers!
Hey! We were thinking a few days ago that we might as well just give in.
We are tired of being an emperor. The child has grown up and will be his sooner or later. Let him toss it around!