"The matter of Concubine Jing, this palace has heard a little, Your Majesty's holy order, and the concubines dare not speculate."

"Then the matter of the palace, the concubines can judge by themselves, Concubine Jing, as the concubine of His Majesty, does not restrain her relatives, causing the Lu family to make a big mistake, and there is a mistake of teaching."

"If you don't order Concubine Jing to copy the laws of the Ming Dynasty, and you can't leave Jingning Palace without permission if the transcription is not complete, what does Your Majesty think."

Queen Ma sat on the queen's throne and dealt with it decisively.

She shouldn't have appeared at the Fengtian Palace court meeting today, except for Concubine Jing's matter, she didn't want to ask more about other things at all.

Lao Zhu nodded, but did not speak.

Zhu Biao hurriedly said below: "Father Emperor Shengming, Queen Mother Shengming." ”

Seeing this, the ministers echoed: "Your Majesty Shengming, Queen Shengming." ”

Everyone was already hanging a sword on the desk because of the empty seal.

Zhu Di came over again to make trouble with the threat of self-extermination.

The queen came to deal with Zhu Di's matter, and finally solved it.

Although Lao Zhu has not spoken yet.

But looking at that attitude, I am also ready to handle it gently.

"Then let's deal with it like this!" Lao Zhu Mian waved his hand in embarrassment.

"Son, thank you for your father, the queen mother, and Longen." Zhu Di shook his voice and was grateful.

He believes that after this trouble, the concubine will no longer have any worries in the harem.

But.

It's for him personally.

But it's the beginning.

"Father, mother, the ninth brother is still young, the northwest is bitter cold, Lanxian is the place of four wars, can you ......" Seeing that Concubine Jing's matter had been settled, the prince Zhu Biao interceded for Zhu Di, if he could solve Zhu Di's matter together while the iron was hot, he didn't have to go to the Ministry of Rites to test the pressure.

The prince is a vassal, as long as the Ministry of Rites does not jump out to accuse, the imperial envoy will not say anything.

The ministers couldn't take it easy and breathed a sigh of relief, but they were so embarrassed by Zhu Biao's words that they didn't dare to come out.

"Your Majesty, it is normal for the prince to care about brotherhood, but the king of Lancheng took up the fief, which is related to the laws of the dynasty, the country and the country, and the minister suggests that the king of Lancheng should be a vassal immediately." No one dared to speak out in vain, but Song Lian, the Hanlin scholar, took the lead in standing up and interrupting the prince's plea.

The Hanlin Bachelor Cheng Zhi is not a petty official, but the leader of the Hanlin Bachelor, not simply drafting an edict, but holding secrets in the ban, the same position as the prime minister, known as the "internal minister".

And Song Lian, as the prince's master, must stand up at this time to prevent the prince from continuing to make mistakes.

Zhu Di's appointment as the vassal king is of great significance, and it is categorically unstoppable.

At this time, smart people like Hu Weiyong and Liu Bowen had no intention of expressing their attitudes at all.

In a word, the stakes are too big to be easy to talk about.

Although Lan County is a county, it is an important place in Lintao, which is under the jurisdiction of Shaanxi, the northwest gateway of Shaanxi, and the key guard of the Hexi Corridor.

Speaking for Zhu Di, it is obvious that His Majesty wants to show his determination to the court, not to destroy the Northern Yuan, and to vow not to give up, except for the prince, whoever persuades him is to cause trouble for himself.

Urge Zhu Di to become a vassal, not to mention anything else, the Northern Yuan went south to plunder, if Zhu Di died.

Whoever opens his mouth today to let the nine-year-old Zhu Di become a feudal domain is the culprit.

This kind of thing, even if His Majesty orders the punishment, if something happens, it will definitely not be in his own hands.

And if you choose not to speak, at most you will not be able to persuade them effectively, and you will be scolded by Your Majesty, and you can't do anything about them.

In the court, the courtiers all looked at the chubby Zhu Di's back and sighed silently, as if they had seen Zhu Di's ending.

After Queen Ma solved Concubine Jing's matter, she stopped interjecting.

Lao Zhu was silent, according to his original meaning, Zhu Di was already on his way to the fiefdom at this time.

If you want to swear to the death to defeat the Northern Yuan, you need the blood of the prince.

It is not his old Zhu who is ruthless, expelling the Tatars, restoring China, and unifying China is his necessary responsibility as the lord of China.

He didn't speak at this time because Zhu Di's performance today made him strange, so there was a slight pause.

Facing the stares of the ministers, Zhu Biao was worried, Lao Zhu observed, and the queen ignored it.

Zhu Di said resolutely: "Father, it is the responsibility and obligation of the sons to destroy the Northern Yuan Dynasty and defend the country, and the sons are willing to go." ”

"Here, Erchen has only one request."

Lao Zhu nodded, and asked a little calmly: "You have this awareness, I am very pleased, what request, let's hear it." ”

Zhu Di said in a shocking voice: "Please ask my father to give his son a golden coffin, go here, do not destroy the North Court, and swear not to return to Beijing." ”

"If Erchen dies in Mobei, a golden coffin is enough."

Zhu Di's voice was not enough to explode like an adult man, and he was even immature, not half rude and domineering.

But at the moment.

Fengtian Temple is like thunder rolling in the sky, and thunder covers the sea.

The ministers were shaken, and their eyes were shocked!

Please ask your father to give his son a golden coffin, go here, not destroy the North Court, and swear not to return to Beijing. ”

If Erchen dies in Mobei, a golden coffin is enough.

Such words appeared in the mouth of twenty-one-year-old Zhu Wei and nineteen-year-old Zhu Li, and they did not feel strange.

But Zhu Di.

But nine years old.

I have already realized this.

Horse leather shroud, defending the country and guarding the north.

What ambition and grandeur.

"The king of the blue city has a strong heart, and we are ashamed of ourselves."

"In ancient times, there was a champion, now there is the king of the blue city, and the golden coffin of a hundred battles in the yellow sand, if it is not broken, the Northern Yuan will not be returned."

"The King of the Blue City has the style of His Majesty back then!"

"Okay, good, good, this is my good son of the Ming Dynasty, the Northern Yuan Dynasty will not be destroyed, and the battle will not stop."

Above the court, the ministers admired and admired Zhu Di.

Staring at Zhu Di's back, it was like seeing a vast world and monstrous ambitions.

Who can have such courage?

On the heroic boy, who can compare with the king of the blue city.

Thundered.

Lao Zhu's body tensed instantly, and his eyes stared straight at Zhu Di, who was kneeling below and straightening his chest.

Moment.

Staring at Zhu Di's resolute face, a trace of hesitation flashed in Lao Zhu's heart.

If Zhu Di is allowed to take up the fief a few years later, he may be able to set up another prince to deter Saibei for the Great Tomorrow.

Can!

Time waits for no one.

"Good, good, good, a good immortal Beiting, vowing not to return to Beijing, worthy of being my son."

Lao Zhu took the case, the hesitation in his heart disappeared, and he said in a shocking voice:

"Since my son asked, I have agreed to this matter."

"Someone, bring up my golden coffin!"

The Ministry of Rites Shangshu hurriedly stopped: "Your Majesty, that's you!" ”

Lao Zhu Zhen said: "If my son has this ambition, then he will use it." ”

It was in Lao Zhu's order.

A giant golden coffin with a number of thirty-nine appeared at the gate of the Fengtian Hall with dazzling golden light in the sun.

In particular, the golden coffin was shining with lifelike dragons.

This is the golden coffin that Zhu Yuanzhang prepared for himself.

Right now.

was carried out.

Old Zhu Dama walked down the steps, walked next to Zhu Di, held Zhu Biao with one hand, and Zhu Di with the other, and came to the golden coffin:

"Son, this is a golden coffin prepared for Father for himself, and now, I will give it to you."

"I am a Ming dynasty, I don't cut the land, I don't make peace, I don't have a coin, the Son of Heaven guards the country, the prince guards the frontier, and I will never compromise with any barbarians."

"If you die in battle, I will bury you in the golden coffin of the Ninety-Five Supreme!"