Chapter 383: Son, You've Grown Up

"Okay, I see." Zhu Zhanji nodded solemnly.

Even if the old man doesn't say it, Zhu Zhanji will do it.

After all, it was his own grandmother and the imperial grandmother.

When he lost himself, the emperor's grandmother died in depression, how could Zhu Zhanji not have this friendship.

Although doing so will tie your hands and let the Han King take advantage, there is no other way, isn't it?

"Okay, go ahead, don't rush to the forefront in everything, learn more from Xie Jin."

Sun Tzu is about to go to the battlefield, although Zhu Di is not worried about his military talent, but he is inevitably worried about Sun Tzu, so he can't help but say a few more words.

He patted Zhu Zhanji on the shoulder, and reluctantly showed a smile: "Although Xie Jin has a stubborn temper, he is indeed talented, and he listens to his opinions more when fighting." ”

Zhu Zhanji nodded solemnly: "Understood." ”

Zhu Di bowed his head, waved his hand and said, "Go, let your father give you a ride, and leave after lunch or what?" ”

Zhu Zhanji shook his head: "Let's go now." ”

Zhu Di nodded and said no more.

Zhu Zhanji took the initiative to retire.

After his grandson left, Zhu Di couldn't help but turn around and look at the back of his grandson leaving.

So much has happened in this time.

Zhu Di will always be the Yongle Emperor, he is not afraid of foreign races, let alone Tatars, Warats, and Uliangha, he can educate barbarians to be men in minutes.

But, there is only one thing, no one can escape.

That's family affection!

Especially the love between father and son, mother and daughter, grandfather and grandson.

The old man has been ruthless to everyone in his life, and he has punished Fang Xiaoru and the ten clans, but he is the only one who is ruthless to his family.

Every time I want to raise the butcher knife, I can't help but soften.

This time, King Han's every move really hurt the old man.

first wanted to poison his father, then rebelled, killed 100,000 people in Qingzhou, cooked more than a few Xuekui, dug up the Ming Changling, and let the dead Queen Xu not rest in peace......

This pile, one by one, hit even the old man a little unbearable.

He is not afraid of open guns and hidden arrows, but he is most afraid of the betrayal of family affection.

And, just yesterday, a secret report came from the north.

Warat, Tatar heard that the king of Han had rebelled and had taken the entire territory of Shandong, and wanted to take advantage of the time when the court was in a hurry, and also came to get a piece of the pie.

They had the idea of plundering the Ming frontier again.

Moreover, the Taiping, the army of the two Balpola tribes, stationed outside the Great Wall, seemed to be about to start plundering at any moment.

Central Plains, they don't dare to break in.

However, the Ming Dynasty extorted them fiercely last time, so that they had to hand over a large number of cattle and sheep, causing these nomads to be unable to survive.

In desperation, they could only plunder the Ming border.

But will the Yongle Emperor let them plunder?

Even if the Jingying army does not move, the old man plans to sit in Datong City by himself.

As long as the Yongle Emperor sits in Datong City, those Mongolian Tatars don't dare to have the slightest idea about the Ming Dynasty!

If you were another emperor, there would be rebellion inside and strong enemies outside, so I am afraid that you would have been burned out for a long time.

But for Zhu Di, all this is nothing.

After giving an order, he called a eunuch to come over, and Zhu Di said: "Pass the decree, I will go to Datong City tomorrow, let the prince supervise the country, and guard the imperial capital." ”

When the eunuch heard this, he didn't dare to ask more, and hurriedly said, "Yes." ”

Zhu Di waved his hand, and the eunuch retreated.

Raising his head and looking at the spring in the garden, Zhu Di stood up, unconsciously crossed his hands on his waist, took a deep breath, and muttered: "Daming is here, and I can't turn the sky upside down." ”

"How can the wrong thing that my son did be blamed on Lao Tzu's head, isn't this the reason?"

"I have fought for the Ming Dynasty for decades, I have created a prosperous era of Yongle, and the fault of my descendants cannot be counted on me alone."

……

At the same time.

Zhu Zhanji came out of the palace and walked on the palace road.

The palace road is long and narrow, and the high walls on both sides stand majestically, making people only feel the endless majesty rushing to the face.

A horse, with a brisk pace, walks under the walls of this palace.

On the horse, there was a young man in black, the young man was heroic, and his eyes were sharp, quite the heroic spirit of the old man when he was young.

And in front of the horses, there is a big fat man.

The big fat man is leading a horse to his son.

The reins were pulled in his hand, and the big fat man pulled the horse forward.

It didn't go fast, but between father and son, it was unusually warm.

"Today, Dad will lead the horse for you, so that you can enjoy it too, okay?" The prince laughed.

Zhu Zhanji's face was strange, and he looked at the prince and said, "Dad, isn't this okay?" If the old man sees that we are not respectful, he will beat me. ”

"The old man is not here, it's okay, no one sees it." The prince continued to laugh.

Zhu Zhanji, who was sitting restless on the horse, also calmed down when he heard this.

With peace of mind, the prince pulled the little mare and walked outside the palace gate.

"Zhanji, Dad told you, think twice before doing anything."

"Be patient, think, use your brains, don't rush forward with brute force."

"It's useless to be brave, listen more to Xie Jin, ah? Did you know? "The prince is verbose.

Zhu Zhanji rarely experienced this feeling.

It's what it's like to be cared for.

And the person who cares about him is still the noble prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhanji suddenly felt a little happy, and said with his head bowed: "Got it, Dad." ”

"Hmm." The prince bowed solemnly.

"Dad is over there, and he also has a lot of henchmen, go over there, just give me orders."

"For example, this Xuzhou general sentence is old, Xuzhou Dianyin ......"

The prince said, Zhu Zhanji was surprised.

"Dad, your henchman everywhere is hidden deeply." Zhu Zhanji said.

The prince smiled and kept silent.

Zhu Zhanji nodded: "But it's normal." ”

"The second uncle is so strong, he is crushed to death by you, if you don't have the ability, this prince position is estimated to have been snatched away by the second uncle, right?"

"You pretend to be weaker than anyone else, but in fact you are stronger than anyone else."

The prince, who was leading the horse, trembled, and hurriedly turned his head to look at his son: "Stinky boy, what are you talking about." ”

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Dad just wants the people of the world to live a good life, and he thinks that our Daming can get better day by day, and don't have the heart to rebel."

The prince said, his expression was a little emotional, and he seemed to be deliberately covering it up.

Zhu Zhanji smiled knowingly.

"This time you go to Xuzhou, I don't dare to tell your mother, according to your mother's temper, you have to make a big fuss." The prince sighed, pulled the reins, and walked out.

Gradually, I was able to see the palace gate.

The crown prince sent Zhu Zhanji to the gate of the palace, and Zhu Zhanji smiled: "Dad, you don't have to send it, it's just here." ”

The crown prince bowed his head and nodded.

Zhu Zhanji tightened the reins, and a look flashed in his eyes.

In his mouth, he muttered, "King Han, we can have a good fight." ”

It is said that the King of Han is the god of war, and Zhu Zhanji can't wait to fight with the King of Han.

The competitive heart made Zhu Zhanji want to win the second uncle, and wanted the second uncle to know that his father should sit on the throne!

"Drive!" Zhu Zhanji shouted, and the little mare shot out of Ying Tianfu.

All around, the guards arranged by the old man, Cuihua, Qiuxiang and others quickly caught up and followed the grandson.

The crown prince stood at the gate of the palace, looking at this scene, and smiled: "Son, you have grown up." ”