Prince Zhao poured a pot of old roast into his mouth: "tons, tons, tons..."
Bitter wine enters the throat and causes pain in the heart.
"Third brother, why bother?" Zhu Gaojie sighed, "I fought so hard that my family was so bloody that others saw it as a joke."
Prince Zhao said with serious eyes: "Fourth brother, we two brothers have the best relationship. You and your brother can tell you, do you have any ideas about that position?"
That position is naturally the throne.
Zhu Gaojie raised his brows: "Third brother, what nonsense are you talking about? Among our brothers and fourth brother, I am the youngest and the least powerful. What bad intentions can I have?"
Damn it, if you want to set a trap for me, there is no way!
"What you said was fine two years ago, but it is pure nonsense now." King Zhao shook his head and said, "If my guess is correct, the power you have now is second only to the prince.
Even the King of Han is not as good as you."
Zhu Gaojie blinked: "What is the third brother talking about? I don't quite understand."
"Stop pretending to be confused, Fourth Brother." King Zhao said in a deep voice, "You have a very high prestige in the Southwest Army. I am afraid that within a few years, the old man will ask you to take over the 100,000 Southwest Army and guard the border in Annan. Now.
Beizhen Fusi is at your disposal, and half of the hawks and dogs in Jinling City and Shuntian Mansion are your eyes. Now you have taken over more than half of my power in Shuntian Mansion. Once the old man moves the capital, your power in Shuntian Mansion will be gone.
Like a carp leaping over a dragon's gate and soaring into the sky, the Crown Prince will probably be surprised to find that his biggest opponent is Prince Qi's Mansion."
Although Prince Zhao is prone to confusion when it comes to big things, he is never vague in normal times and is the best in the world in assessing the situation.
In less than a year, Zhu Gaojie has transformed from an idle prince into a behemoth capable of competing with the prince against the party.
Zhu Gaojie smiled and said: "Third brother, you are such a smart person, how come you are so stupid on a matter of life and death?"
King Zhao frowned slightly: "What do you mean?"
"You want to fight the boss, but you can't fight the boss, so you have no choice but to board the King of Han's pirate ship. You talk about the King of Han's Party. The King of Han's Party has changed so many royal advisers every year. Changing the soup does not change the medicine.
Ah. Ji Gang also has a reason to say, who are the people I am leading? The royal guards I am leading, who are you people? You asked me to lead them."
Zhu Gaojie said helplessly, "Who are the princelings? What is the current level of the Hanwang Party? There are only a few people. Wang Ning, the Marquis of Yongchun, and others are working on the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion. Can he do it? He can't do it! He doesn't have the ability to know.
?
"After pulling so many people, I was pinned to the ground by the princelings. I can only say that I feel shameless. I guess at this rate, I will lose to the emperor's grandson next, and then to the officials of the East Palace. In the end, no one will lose."
"It's so embarrassing even in Jinling City."
King Zhao scratched his head: "On the other hand, the Hanwang Party was the first party to prepare for war and move its capital to Shuntian Prefecture..."
"Ouch! Thank God!" Zhu Gaojie spread his hands and said, "I have already said that a party like yours has not laid a good foundation. Can you promise me that he can win after moving the capital to Shuntian? Be pragmatic, I advise
You guys, please understand the concept of your own city strategy and party struggle first. Duke Qiu Fu of Qi State has led him very well. Why do you have to let him go to the north to conquer the Tatars? Tell me, he lost a hundred thousand troops in Mobei, but tell me
No matter how I explain it, I won’t even lose face!”
King Zhao: "Ah this..."
What you said makes so much sense, I can't even refute it!
"If you really hope that the King of Han will lead you to victory, I will tell you a probability. The probability of the prince defeating the King of Han." Zhu Gaojie raised a finger, "Nine to nine odds."
King Zhao was a little puzzled: "What are you talking about?"
Zhu Gaojie said seriously, "What I said is that the probability of the crown prince winning is ninety-nine, and the probability of the King of Han is one. That's why I saved some face for the second son, and didn't directly say that he has no chance of winning."
"..."
After hesitating for a moment, King Zhao argued again, "Over the years, we have fought against Prince Ying a lot. Let's talk about Jie Jin. He was one of the most powerful confidants of the Prince back then. Why is he still being imprisoned in Zhao Prison in Jinyiwei?
In?"
"Ha, do you really think it was the King of Han who defeated the Crown Prince?" Zhu Gaojie smiled disdainfully, "That's because the old man was deliberately balancing the power of the East Palace, and that gave you a chance. The Crown Prince didn't lose to you, he lost to
Emperor. If he didn’t have the old man’s balancing skills and allowed the prince to do things freely, he would have made the King of Han look like a fool!”
Speaking of this, Zhu Gaojie added another fire: "The prince has been supervising the country since the seventh year of Yongle. This year the emperor's northern tour has asked the prince to supervise the country again. Don't you understand what supervising the country means? Why didn't the old man let the King of Han supervise the country?"
country? Isn’t it because the old man feels from the bottom of his heart that the King of Han does not have the ability to be the emperor!"
After hearing this, King Zhao became increasingly melancholy and picked up the wine pot: "Tons, tons, tons..."
He regrets it very much.
Because of a secret letter from the south, he got carried away and went to assassinate Zhu Di.
As a result, the assassination failed, and most of the power he had worked hard to cultivate over the years in Shuntian Prefecture was lost, all of which was given to Zhu Gaojie at a cheap price.
If it weren't for that secret letter, he wouldn't have been eliminated directly if he didn't choose to assassinate the king.
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Shandong Jinan
Zhu Yuanzhang, the great emperor of Taizu, once wrote a poem: "Killing all the millions of soldiers in the south of the Yangtze River, the sword on the waist is still bloody."
A fierce aura of fighting rushed towards him, and the sound of fighting and iron horses seemed to directly resonate in the depths of his mind, making people tremble all over and make the hairs stand on end.
At this time, the current situation in front of the temporary government office of Beizhen Fusi in Shandong was exactly like this.
The disheveled human heads were piled up next to the main entrance, forming a mountain of six heads. The stench and evil spirit were nauseating. The bluestone slab was now dark black with blood red in it. There were dried blood stains on the ground that could not be washed away, and there were rust stains on the beheading guillotine.
It's mottled, even the plaque hanging on the main entrance is full of blood. This is not a yamen, it's clearly a hell!
In the past, people still came to applaud and applaud, but now people within a few miles of the Yamen have moved, and the yin energy in this place has become too strong. Who wants to be neighbors with the Lord of Hell, because they feel that they have had it for too long?
Lu Chaoyang was wearing a thin green shirt and stood proudly against the wind. His face was as cold as ice and showed no emotion at all, as if he was a cold killing machine.
"Lord Lu, this is an invitation from Bian Yuanbo, the chief envoy of Shandong Province. Please come to the inn to talk about it. It seems that he is scared out of his wits and wants to talk to you for peace." Qian Huguan from Fusi in Beizhen held it.
The red invitation was handed to Lu Chaoyang.
The Qianhu official glanced at the "Human Head Mountain" on the side and felt terrified in his heart, becoming more and more afraid of Lu Chaoyang.
This is simply a butcher!
Thousands of people were killed like grass in the cold wind, until the sky was dark and the earth was dark, and blood flowed into rivers!
No matter who the big shot is behind you, our Beizhen Fusi has the backing of Prince Qi’s Mansion and the backing of the Emperor, no one dares to kill him!
Nowadays, Lu Chaoyang is not only praised by the people as "Lu Qingtian", but also has the reputation of "Lu Rentu" by Lu officials.
These people cursed Lu Chaoyang for his serious sins and deserving of a good death, but this undoubtedly exposed their weakness. These people were afraid of Lu Chaoyang.
Lu Chaoyang took the invitation from Shandong Chief Envoy Bian Yuanbo. Without even looking at it, he tore it into pieces, threw it out, and let it scatter in the wind.
"Talk about peace? Talk about shit!"
"Yuan Bo here is really old and confused. This time Mr. Lu came to Shandong with the purpose of fighting to the death. He is so naive that he wants to negotiate peace with me."
"If he is really sincere, let him send his head over!"