The first year of Xuande, the first day of March.

On the issue of the era name, Zhu Zhanyan hesitated for a long time, but finally used his cousin's Xuande year name.

Of course, it was not because he took his cousin's era name as his own, firstly because he did not ascend the throne, and secondly, because the era name of Xuande had been set a long time ago.

Zhu Zhanji is still the emperor on the surface of the Ming Dynasty, Xuande is still his year name, all this has not changed, the only thing that has changed is the power in the hands of this emperor.

Changling, the Hall of Grace.

Zhu Zhanyan inserted the incense into the incense burner and slowly knelt on the ground.

"How about it, old man, let's just say that you chose the wrong person......"

"Don't tell me anything because of me, cousin, he became what he is now, you started from Jingnan, you should know that the so-called unfavorable situation is not because of anything else, or because of lack of ability."

"Let me ask, under your restriction and under the suppression of the prince's lineage, how much strength did the original Han Wang lineage have? Haven't I developed the same way? ”

"Alas......"

After taking the wine jar on the side, Zhu Zhanyan kicked the futon aside, sat directly under the niche where the spiritual seat was enshrined, and leaned against the niche tightly.

"Old man, let me tell you, if I take the Grand Duchy of Mosk this time, Europe will be in my pocket in the future."

"However, I have to say that those white pigs are really smart, although they are powerless to stop the expansion of potato cultivation, but they can find the best response, using the power of the ruler and the merchant, both at the same time."

"It's a pity, I'm still too anxious, if I can wait a little longer, and then start when I can import potatoes into the Timurid Empire and the whole of Europe at one time, I'm afraid that Europe will also be in the disaster of a dead harvest."

"But it doesn't matter, it's all a small thing."

"In life, no one is a saint, neither a saint, but who can be without fault?"

"Actually, I can imagine that if you knew that I would say this, I would definitely say that my cousin was also at fault for a while, let me give him another chance."

"But, old man, do you think that the relationship between me and my cousin is much better now than the relationship between you and Jianwen at the beginning?"

"I'm not going to give him a chance, at least as long as I live, he won't be able to regain control of power."

"Because I know that giving the enemy a second chance is equivalent to giving him another bullet, so as to make up for the last time between Liangzhou Wei and Ningxia Zhongwei, Wara's people failed to kill me as he requested."

"So, if there really is something to know, then you should take a good look at it, see how I, an outlier in the eyes of people, manage the Ming Dynasty, and see how I, the person who opened up the largest territory of the Han family, further expanded the territory of the Ming Dynasty."

"Today is the first day of the third month, and it is the death day of your old man."

"It's been two years, I couldn't carry your coffin when you entered the mausoleum, I couldn't worship you when I was the first seven, and I couldn't worship you on the anniversary."

"It's been two years now, and it's the first time I've worshiped you seriously, don't mind your old man."

Zhu Zhanyan was talking to himself, while raising his head and drinking wildly, and finally put the wine jar aside and staggered to his feet.

looked at the spiritual position on the altar, and looked down at the pure white filial piety clothes on his body.

Turning his head staggeringly, he staggered towards the door, and even the words in his mouth were intermittent.

"It's been two years......"

"What a pity...... In my vision...... You should have watched me get to where I am today......"

"I don't know if it's down there...... Did Emperor Taizu Gao scold you...... No, you don't have to worry...... Soon, someone will come down to keep you company......"

……

The so-called memorial to the ancestors is not really a memorial to the ancestors, but a memorial to the memorials themselves, reminding the memorials not to forget them.

Of course, an emperor like Ming Taizong, even if there is no one to pay tribute to, he will not disappear in the long river of history, just by virtue of a battle of martyrdom and the northern expedition to the grassland, he will be talked about by future generations.

It has been said that a person has to go through three deaths in his life.

The first is physiological death, when breathing stops, the heart stops, and all physiological functions are lost.

The second is social death, which refers to the relics, relationships and other appendages left behind by people after death, and when the value of those appendages disappears, social relations also die.

The third time was when the last person who remembered him forgot about him, and only then did he really die.

But Zhu Zhanyan believes that there is a fourth kind of death for people like the old man, that is, spiritual death.

Because according to the traditional definition of death, the old man will never reach the point of the third type of death, and there will always be people who will remember him and mention him, but these people can only say that they are looking at him from the perspective of a bystander.

In other words, they are not looking at the old man, but the things that the old man has done.

The Battle of Jingyan, the Northern Expedition to the Grassland, the Western Ocean, and the Yongle Ceremony......

At this point, it can actually be said that he has died for the third time, because the person who remembers him actually has nothing to do with the old man, but what he has done and his spirit has been circulating.

But the so-called third, or even the second, death should not happen at this time.

"Are you completely shameless?"

In Qingning Palace, Zhu Zhanji, who had drunk wine, was flushed, looking at Zhu Zhanji, who had also drunk but was already drunk.

"In Xiangzhou Mansion, no matter how much I think my grandfather is unfair, there is still a place for his old man in the palace of Xiangzhou Mansion, and there is still his spiritual position."

"But what about you? Do you know what day it is? ”

"Before the filial piety period has passed, you take off your filial piety clothes and put on a dragon robe, I have already told you once, I am too lazy to say the second time, but today is grandpa's death day, don't you plan to take a look?"

"Huh...... Scold. Zhu Zhanji didn't smile, moved his body with some effort, and leaned himself on the dragon bed.

"Yes...... Hiccup......"

"Does it make a difference?"

"I'd like to go to worship, but, my good cousin, will you let me out?"

"Don't talk about Changling, I can't even get out of this Qingning Palace!"

As he spoke, Zhu Zhanji struggled to prop himself up and leaned in front of Zhu Zhanji.

"Don't pretend to be a good person here...... You're a! Utter rotten! ”

"Like my grandfather, it's obviously a rebellion, but it has to be said that it's hard to be in the sky...... Hehe......"

Syllable!

A loud slap sounded, and the tribute maids and chamberlains who were waiting on the side trembled with fright, and then lowered their heads and pretended not to see anything.

Only Sun Ruowei rushed in front of Zhu Zhanyan, as if he wanted to resist, but he didn't have the courage.

"Don't want your husband to be humiliated? You'd better save it......"

"Besides, now instead of worrying about him, you should worry about the child in your womb......"

"With the way he looks now, it won't be long before his body collapses, and when the time comes, I'm afraid I won't have any more ...... if I want to have children."

(End of chapter)