On the high seat, Zhu Biao was stunned by the archmage's sentence.

For a while, it was impossible to refute.

Because what Zhu Xiongying said was not wrong, it was not Zhu Xiongying who took the initiative to do the prison of the country, but Biao Dad did it for him, and even added a holy decree that 'the appointment and dismissal of officials above the fourth grade and the military conquest can be decided by the grandson'.

On the surface, he is the grandson of the prison country, but in fact he is the grandson of the regent.

Master Zhu thought to himself, what can I do? I'm also helpless!

"You, you still don't know what is wrong?!"

Zhu Biao took a deep breath, angrily threw the objects in front of the case off the hall, and then gasped heavily.

It's a pity that Ah Biao's health is too poor, and although he threw it out with all his might, this object is still more than a foot away from Zhu Xiongying.

And at this moment, the archmage was extremely unhappy in his heart.

Released Ru Yu, knelt down to punish hundreds of officials, and blamed the two kings, in Zhu Xiongying's opinion, he did not do anything wrong.

Ru Yu fanned hundreds of officials, such courtiers, even if they were loyal and talented, they couldn't stay by their side, now they are fanning hundreds of officials, and in the future, they will rely on the old and sell the old to shamelessly.

Kneeling to punish hundreds of officials is Liwei, Zhu Xiongying is in charge of the country as the grandson, if there is no reward and punishment, who will act in accordance with the orders of the grandson in the future.

As for blaming Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Shangbing, Lao Tzu is the eldest son of the third generation of the Ming Dynasty, and the eldest brother is the father, do you still need a reason to beat these two unfilial sons with improper intentions?

Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Biao with a calm expression.

"Father, my son only asks you one question."

"When the court is in the situation, if you and the emperor's grandfather are funeral, what kind of son of heaven does this Ming need."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Xiongying didn't care about Zhu Biao's answer, and got up directly.

"Erchen still has government affairs to deal with, so he will retire first."

From the perspective of father and son, Zhu Xiongying naturally wants to listen to Zhu Biao.

But from the perspective of the country, Zhu Xiongying is now in prison, and in addition to the emperor in the world, even if it is his own father and crown prince, he can also be a deaf ear.

When he turned around, he glanced coldly at Lu Shi on Zhu Biao's side from the corner of his eye, and Lu Shi's heart was shocked.

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Xiongying's departing back, and his brows tightened.

"What kind of Son of Heaven does Daming need?"

Murmuring.

At this moment, he didn't get angry again.

Instead, I was awakened by this sentence, as if I understood something.

Zhu Biao can be called the first real prince of the Ming Dynasty by later generations, can assist Lao Zhu to make the Hongwu Dynasty prosperous, and can control the ministers, and is by no means a foolish person.

The reason why he summoned Zhu Xiongying here today was because he heard what happened in Taisun Mansion, and he was angry for a while, in essence, it was just out of father and son discipline, and he wanted to admonish and suppress Zhu Xiongying's arrogance, hoping that Zhu Xiongying would become a sympathetic minister and a good future son of the clan.

But does the future Ming Dynasty really need such a son of heaven?

Zhu Biao's eyes were deep, and he thought of his younger brothers, if he was alive, these people would not dare to mess around, but if he and his father were both dead, what would be the situation.

The temperament of his younger brothers, Zhu Biao couldn't understand it anymore.

'Xiongying, who has raised you for twenty-four years for your father, has discovered that he has never really understood you. ’

At this moment, Zhu Biao felt a deep guilt rise in his heart.

He is a qualified prince, a qualified son, but not a qualified father.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness is too arrogant..."

Before Lu finished speaking, Zhu Biao's eyes were like knives, and Lu's face changed dramatically, and he didn't dare to say another word.

Out of the East Palace.

Zhu Xiongying had a gloomy face, if it weren't for the fact that the Lu mother and son took care of the seriously ill Ah Biao, Zhu Xiongying wouldn't mind giving them two one-way sightseeing tickets to the prefecture.

On the route from the East Palace back to Taisun Mansion, you must pass by Fengtianmen.

"Huh?"

Through the car window, a white-haired old man figure came into view in the distance.

"Stop."

Zhu Xiongying spoke lightly, and the sedan chair stopped.

"Bring him to Lonely."

At this time, Liu Bowen, who was full of worries and was thinking about it while walking, was suddenly blocked by two standard-bearers wearing armor.

The Standard-Bearer Guard is one of the twelve guards on the pro-army, and in terms of duties, it belongs to the escort and guard the pro-army, and there are only three people in the world who can be guarded by the Standard-bearer, the emperor, the prince, and the grandson.

I just met the emperor, and the prince was recuperating in the East Palace again, so there was only that immortal.

The world calls Liu Bowen a god, but in Liu Bowen's opinion, since his Royal Highness the grandson, that is the real immortal.

For example, when Ganlin fell from the sky, others, including Lao Zhu and Ah Biao, thought that Zhu Xiongying was just lucky, but Liu Bowen really believed that the rain was summoned by Zhu Xiongying.

Coming to the Taisun sedan chair with the flag bearer, Lao Liu got into Master Zhu's luxury car with a familiar car, and it was not the first time he had done this kind of thing.

And Zhu Xiongying's sedan chair is really comfortable.

There is a space of 20 square meters, and there are 16 people in the sedan chair alone, in order to facilitate the occasional whim exercise, Zhu Xiongying also put a homemade goose down bed inside.

However, Zhu Xiongying was not very satisfied.

He thought of Zhang Juzheng's 50-square-meter sedan chair with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom carried by 32 people more than 100 years later, and he was not happy, thinking that he would make one when he would come out.

"Old man, here you are."

Zhu Xiongying leaned on the goose down bed, smiled at Liu Bowen who entered the sedan chair, Liu Bowen followed and smiled, and he didn't need Zhu Xiongying to greet him, he sat on a chair on the left.

'The grandson will definitely ask me about entering the palace to face the saint, and I have to think of an excuse to cover up the past. ’

Liu Ji smiled on the surface, thinking about the wording for a while.

Zhu Xiongying smiled even more happily, and the moment Liu Bowen got into the sedan chair, he used his mind reading to see through what Lao Liu was thinking.

You still want to hide it from me.

Oops, the old man is very bad!

"Old man Liu, how about treating you alone."

Zhu Xiongying asked.

"His Royal Highness treats the old minister as kind as a mountain, if there is no His Royal Highness to take care of him, the old minister will never live today, His Royal Highness's kindness, the old minister is grateful, and there is no way to express it."

Liu Ji got up and bowed deeply to the young man in front of him, who was sixty-four years younger than him.

He said this from the heart.

Originally, in the eighth year of Hongwu, he had a premonition that his limit was approaching, but for some reason, his sick body was forced to survive until the fifteenth year of Hongwu.

That year was also a turning point.

At that time, he was only eight years old, and Zhu Xiongying, who had just recovered from a serious illness, had not yet been canonized as his grandson, so he sent people to send some strange pills to his house every once in a while.

The liver disease that has plagued him for decades has miraculously recovered, and the whole person is becoming more and more energetic.

And in the year when Zhu Xiongying was canonized as the grandson at the age of ten, he was also invited by Zhu Xiongying to be named the young master of the grandson, and the old and the young began to meditate and fish all day long, cultivating immortals and refining pills.

"Even so, still hiding?"

Zhu Xiongying glanced at Liu Ji's sleeve, where there was a wooden box.