Will the rebellious vassal king die? This scores the situation.

After all, they are of the same clan and have blood relatives, if they are not particularly excessive, or if they touch something that cannot be touched, then there is a high probability that they will not die.

For example, Zhu Gaoxu in history, even if he rebelled, and the emperor personally drove to solve it, didn't he die?

Of course, this is not the end, and in the end it was suffocated into a clay pot chicken, which was what Zhu Gaoxu did too much after the defeat.

Generally speaking, for a rebellious vassal king, there is a high probability that his title will be revoked, demoted to a concubine, and imprisoned until death.

However, this is only on the surface, and it is difficult to say what the actual situation was, when he died, and what he died for.

Therefore, although Zhu Gaosui rebelled, he was not killed on the spot, firstly because Zhang Fu did not have that right, and secondly, because even if he rebelled, Zhu Gaosui would not be killed on the spot.

Death, although it will not die, but the result, it is not much better.

This is like making the dynasty suddenly become someone else's slave, in the past, he always shouted five drinks and six to enslave others, but now he has become someone else enslaves himself.

It's as if a wealthy businessman suddenly became a beggar, and the things that he didn't lack in the past have become his current luxury.

Shuntianfu, edict prison.

Sincere...... Sincere...... Sincere......

Zhu Zhanji gently knocked on the wooden fence of the edict, as if to confirm whether the fence was strong.

"Don't knock." A human voice suddenly sounded, mixed with the rustling of straw, and Zhu Gaosui walked out of the dark corner.

"Why, your third uncle has reached this point now, and you won't let me sleep well?"

"Where does my nephew dare to disturb the third uncle's dream?" Zhu Zhanji laughed, with a hint of ...... on his face

Pleased?

"It's just that my nephew got a jar of good wine today, which was paid by the Usizang Dusi, so he specially sent it to the third uncle to taste."

Zhu Gaosui leaned against the wall, looking at his eldest nephew who was now the Ninth Five-Year Honor, but he personally bent down to pour himself wine, his face was full of gloomy expression.

Kind? Zhu Gaosui doesn't think so.

Zhu Gaosui doesn't know much about this eldest nephew, at least not as much as the second nephew, but he also knows that his eldest nephew is not a good man.

Will he risk discrediting his deceased father by publishing the edict?

So far, he has not figured out the purpose of Zhu Zhanji's announcement of the edict, but he knows that there must be a reason.

"What? Doesn't the third uncle try it? Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Gaosui across the column, picked up the wine glass by himself, and took a sip.

……

Zhu Gaosui didn't speak, nor did he move, just quietly looked at Zhu Zhanji, who was drinking by himself.

I don't know how long it took, Zhu Gaosui suddenly spoke.

"You...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

"I can't make it, in fact, I don't have to say that it's you, even I know that I won't succeed, but why did you publish that edict?"

"You should know what kind of criticism your father will suffer after this edict is announced."

"Why?" Zhu Zhanji squatted on the ground and asked rhetorically without raising his head.

"Why does it affect my father's reputation? The edict is hidden and not issued, this is not what my father did, why does it affect my father? ”

Zhu Gaosui's eyes narrowed.

Although he didn't know what preparations his eldest nephew had made, from the tone of the eldest nephew, he smelled something not very good.

"By the way, speaking of which......" Zhu Zhanji saw that his good third uncle didn't drink either, so he stood up and beckoned.

"There's an old friend, the third uncle hasn't seen it yet."

With Zhu Zhanji's movements, the new commander of the Jinyi Guard, Sai Hazhi, led his men and escorted a person over.

When he saw this person, Zhu Gaosui's eyes suddenly lost their brilliance, and he finally understood why Zhu Zhanji dared to announce the edict in a grand manner.

Eunuch, Huang Yan.

……

Lake Balkhash.

Let Jian Xiao stay in the Syr Darya, Zhu Zhan Yan took Mu Ang and Zhu Sanfeng, as well as his two princes, to this Balkhash Lake.

Lake Balkhash is beautiful, especially at night, sitting by the water and watching the sky reflected in the water, there is a very unique natural beauty.

"Your Highness...... Seems to be in good spirits? ”

Mu Ang stood at the gate of the temporary camp and looked at Zhu Zhanyan's back with Zhu Sanfeng.

"Not really." Zhu Sanfeng shook his head slightly.

"His Highness is different from ordinary people, his mind is difficult to guess, Jian Xiao and I have been with His Highness for so long, and we can only guess through His Highness's previous performance, and a ...... like today"

Zhu Sanfeng paused, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ang was slightly stunned, and looked at Zhu Sanfeng who suddenly stopped for some reason.

"I don't know." Zhu Sanfeng shook his head slightly.

"Your Highness has never behaved like this before, but my feelings tell me that Your Highness is not happy, on the contrary, ......"

Mu Ang was stunned when he heard this, turned his head to look at Zhu Zhanyan's back, thought for a long time, and finally walked over.

"Your Highness......"

"Third Uncle Mu, sit." Zhu Zhanyan looked up when he heard the sound and saw that it was Mu Ang, so he patted the grass beside him.

"What's the matter?"

"It's nothing ......" Mu Ang shook his head, although he had already decided to ask, he was still a little hesitant when facing Zhu Zhanyan.

"What are you thinking?"

"I'm ......" Zhu Zhanyan smiled when he heard this, and raised his hand to point to the calm lake in front of him.

"Third Uncle Mu, do you think Li Bai should be classified as Waiyi? Or should I be classified as a literati and ink artist in my Central Plains? ”

Mu Ang was stunned when he heard this.

He knew what Zhu Zhanyan wanted to say, but he didn't know how to answer.

Who is Li Bai? is a bright star in poetry and culture, how many chapters has he left behind? Mu Ang couldn't remember, because he had never counted, but one thing he knew very well.

Li Bai has a great influence on the Central Plains.

But for Nakahara, he is his own person? Or is it a foreigner?

To say that he is a foreigner, he obviously lived in the Central Plains, and even in the capital of the Tang Dynasty at that time, and left so many chapters that have been handed down to the world.

But if you say he's your own person, it doesn't seem to count.

Li Bai's ancestral home is Longxi, but his ancestors moved to the Western Regions very early, which is now the area of Lake Balkhash in front of them, Li Bai was also born here, and later fled back to the Tang Dynasty with his father.

If Li Bai is his own person, then when Zhu Zhan was burning Jiaozhi before, were those who moved to North Vietnam with their ancestors in the early years also their own people?

After being confused for a long time, Mu Ang suddenly came to his senses.

He suddenly found that what Zhu Zhanyan wanted to say didn't seem to be this.

"It seems that Uncle Mu has figured it out." Feeling Mu Ang's gaze on him, Zhu Zhanyan stood up with a smile.

"I'll give you a mission."

"Your Highness, please say that I will do my best to complete it!" Mu Ang's expression instantly became serious, he stood up, bowed down, and waited for Zhu Zhanyan to speak.

"Previously, the Kingdom of Naples had given me the daughter of their king, and wanted me to send troops from the sea to assist them in attacking the Kingdom of Sicily after the Suez Canal was opened, so as to complete their unification."

"However, Third Uncle Mu, you also know that in my eyes, they are all enemies."

"So, if you think of a way, it doesn't matter if you help them or not, but the result must be to get them into internal friction."

"And...... And not just the Kingdom of Naples and the Kingdom of Sicily. ”

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanyan patted Mu Ang's shoulder.

"This time back to Daming, it will take about a year to go back and forth, and I hope that after coming back, they have already begun internal friction."

After speaking, Zhu Zhanyan turned around and left, leaving Mu Ang alone standing on the grass by Lake Balkhash, distressed alone.

At this time of year, the night can no longer be described as cold as water, but Mu Ang seems to be unconscious.

(End of chapter)