In the second year of Yongle, August 4th, evening. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The sky was starry and silent.

The streets are lit up with lights and people.

Today is the annual flower-viewing conference, and at this time, the banks of the Qinhuai River in Nanjing City are also full of people.

The young girls who are difficult to leave the house on weekdays have finally found the joy of the day, and they can go out to play and find the so-called favorite person.

The story of the noble lady of the palace in the commentary, who fell in love with the scholar in cloth above the flower party, is rare, but it is also common.

Because after all, there are not a few celebrity women in Nanjing.

Therefore, no one can guarantee that they will not meet their favorite object on this lively day.

On both sides of the Qinhuai River, there are already three or five tourists standing next to the stalls covered with red paper and red lights.

The colorful lanterns, the puzzled anagrams, and the twinkling emotions in the eyes of the boys and girls are all adding joy to such a meaningful night.

But if some rejoice, then some grieve.

Compared with the lively scene outside the imperial city, there is a person in the Zongren Mansion in this imperial city.

A person who doesn't look very happy.

And he was drinking tea unhappily.

The Zongren Mansion is the institution in charge of the affairs of the royal clan. There was never one in the previous dynasty, but it was a new institution established by Emperor Hongwu, Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, the father of the current Shengshang.

Therefore, this person who can drink tea in the Zongren Mansion is naturally noble.

And this person is the person who was attacked by 3,000 Yan Wei for 800 miles a few months ago and captured by the army.

He is the seventeenth son of Emperor Taizu and the seventeenth brother of the current saint.

His name is Zhu Quan, the king of Ning who was crowned in the twenty-fourth year of Hongwu.

He has been in the Zongren Mansion for almost two months.

It's not so much about staying here, it's about being imprisoned here.

He didn't understand why the palace ladies of every dynasty and generation liked to write some poems about deep palace grievances.

But after two months of experience, he finally had a little understanding.

Just ask, in such a high-walled and deep courtyard, in such a day when no one is accompanied. Who can speak of joy?

However, after all, he is still King Ning, after all, he is still the emperor's younger brother of the current saint, and he is still a meritorious person in this martyrdom after all.

Therefore, his food, clothing and living are much better than those of the prisoners in the prison of the Criminal Department.

Three meals a day, all fish and meat. There are also melons, fruits, and pastries, which are often supplied.

If an ordinary person is allowed to live such a life, he must also feel that it is a kind of luck.

But for this King Ning, who has enjoyed countless glory and wealth, how could he still want these lives of fine clothes and fine food.

And all he wants is a free second son.

Just when King Ning put a piece of green mung bean cake like jade into his mouth, the gate of the courtyard he was in was pushed open.

Then he saw a man, at least not very repulsive, walk in.

This man's body is fat, and it's not because he tastes good that he becomes so fat.

Rather, it was because of a serious illness at a young age, so much so that he had to rely on food to relieve the pain in his body.

Although it took him two years to heal his body.

But the load of these two years also made his right leg a disease.

So much so that to this day, when he walks, he still limps.

The obese man was just wearing a very ordinary cyan gauze today.

The round belly and the cute face are all showing the world that this is a very kind fat man.

But who would have thought that such a fat man would be favored by the current saint and his father, so as to pass the position of the East Palace to him.

"Uncle Huang, you have lost a lot of weight recently." Today, the crown prince, who is above 10,000 people under one person, is extremely respectful after seeing this somewhat down-and-out royal clansman, and salutes the other party without losing a penny of courtesy, and greets.

"Hehe, did the imperial brother ask you to come to see me?". Seeing that this prince and nephew of his own was still as respectful to him as ever, King Ning could only say self-deprecatingly.

"Father, he has always cared about Uncle Huang." The prince did not answer the other party's question directly.

He didn't deny it, he didn't make sure. Because denial will displease the other party, and certainty is deception. So, he chose to avoid it.

"Hehe, yes. If you don't care about me, how can you let Duo Yanwei catch me back? ”。 Again, he remembered the three thousand. Those were the three thousand men who belonged to him.

"Uncle Huang, my father wants you to choose a fief." He still didn't answer the other party's question directly.

Maybe he was too kind, or maybe he was sorry for some of his father's actions.

That's why he had no choice but to say that.

"I was supposed to divide the world equally, but now I am only allowed to take one land?" He remembered that night five years ago, and remembered that the imperial brother who was only King Yan at the beginning, entered his city with only one person and one horse.

He also remembered the promise his royal brother had made to him.

The prince did not speak.

Because he knew that his imperial uncle was just complaining at this time.

So, he waited, waiting for the other party to speak.

"Suzhou, or Qiantang. I want one of these." Since he already knew in his heart that it was impossible to divide the world equally, he only hoped that he could seek a rich land and spend his old age in peace.

When the prince saw that the imperial uncle opened his mouth to ask for these two places, his brows furrowed slightly.

Because he knew that his father would never allow any of these places to be handed over to others. But he didn't want to cruelly reject himself, who was already a very down-and-out imperial uncle.

Therefore, he had no choice but to say "Uncle Huang, I will convey your request to my father."

After saying this, the prince dragged his fat body and saluted the other party again before saying, "Uncle Huang, rest better." Gao Chi still has something to do, so he retired first."

King Ning was also a little surprised to see that his nephew was not displeased with his request.

Because he also knew that it was impossible for him to get Suzhou and Qiantang.

In fact, he just wanted to see what the difference was between the current crown prince, and what was the place that could make his thoughtful imperial brother choose him.

"You're too merciful, so merciful that you don't want the royal brother at all. I really can't figure out why the royal brother chose you."

He just took a slight sip of tea and didn't look at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was standing.

He had heard some stories, and he knew that the second prince who was still in the capital was actually the one who was most in tune with his father.

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