Ying Tianfu, Fengtian Temple.

The rooster was still sleeping, and when the East was not white, Zhu Di had already gotten up to deal with government affairs.

Zhu Di, who didn't sleep well last night, was behind the mountain of cases, methodically reviewing the recitals sent from all over the country.

This Yongle Emperor, after a four-year battle that can be called a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, successfully took over this huge empire, and has begun to gradually become familiar with the emperor's job.

Zhu Di, who was at the peak of the Spring and Autumn Period, desperately hoped to let his courtiers see that he was not just a famous general in the world, but had some rich and experienced governing ability.

Of course, even if the Yongle Emperor handled government affairs with his father Zhu Yuanzhang's work and rest standards, after a period of time, he had to admit that an average of more than 200 copies a day and more than 400 state affairs were a big challenge to the emperor's patience and health.

Zhu Di thought to himself, maybe he needed the assistance of a team of close servants......

"Dad, are you tired?"

Seeing Zhu Di's hand holding the brush like a knife and gun, moving more and more slowly, Zhu Gaosui, the third prince in the shadow of the golden pillar, walked out with a food plate that had been waiting for a long time.

Zhu Gaosui did not wear the Yan Ben crown dress that the prince should wear, but a bullfighting suit, and only a golden gourd hammer was tied around his waist.

He walked briskly up the jade steps and put the food plate on Zhu Di's bookcase, which contained a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of pickles.

Zhu Di put down the fold and said without raising his head.

"The porridge is left, and the people are beheaded."

There is an allusion here, which is inseparable from Ming Taizu's diligence, hearing this, Zhu Gaosui did not panic at all, but said with a hippie smile.

"Dad, I care about you, don't learn from grandpa and exhaust yourself."

"Don't be courteous in me."

Zhu Di poured the pickles directly into the rice porridge, took a few sips and put them on the side, looked up and asked.

"Third brother, I ask you, is there any movement in your second brother?"

"I was about to tell my dad about it." The third prince, Zhu Gaosui, narrowed his slender eyes, which were also a positive report. "Dad, look at this fold, it was handed over by the second brother."

After that, the third prince, Zhu Gaosui, bent down and took out a fold from the page of his boots and handed it to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di nodded expressionlessly and flipped through the folds.

At the beginning of the recital, Zhu Gaoxu described that he was meditating hard in prison, and one day he dreamed that his imperial grandfather, Zhu Yuanzhang, entrusted him with a dream, saying that the vassal system is the three lifelines left by our family to future generations of children and grandchildren, and it must not be touched lightly.

Zhu Gaoxu's presumptuous behavior did not surprise Zhu Di at all, after all, his second son is a martial artist, and he always likes to brag about how much credit he has.

However, as the couplet continued to be read, Zhu Di's brows furrowed tightly.

At the end of the reading, I angrily threw the song on the bookcase, and the force was so great that a small pile of small mountains on the edge of the song almost landslided.

"Ridiculous!"

"As long as I hand over the three battalions of soldiers and horses to him, he will be able to flatten the feudal domains and save me countless expenses for future generations?"

"Does he want to lead troops to cut down the domain, or does he want to do another Xuanwumen change?!"

Zhu Gaosui, the third prince next to him, hurriedly knelt down and said.

"My father is angry, although the second brother has a strong personality, he is loyal to his father, and he won't do this......"

Zhu Di interrupted him angrily: "He just wants to rebel!" ”

As soon as these words were finished, the originally quiet hall suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

After a long time, Zhu Di regained his composure and took a deep breath.

"Third brother, I know that you have always been close to your second brother, what do you think, what should I do?"

Zhu Gaosui's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and he hesitated for a moment before saying, "The child suggested that the second brother be put under house arrest in the edict prison first." In addition, a team of armor soldiers was sent to take care of it, and no one was allowed to visit the second brother. ”

Zhu Di shook his head and slowly exhaled turbidity.

"You step back first, go to the harem to see your queen mother, and greet her."

"Yes!"

Zhu Di didn't even tell Dao Yanming that the vassal king system of "peacefully cutting the domain and supporting the clan" he set actually had his own selfish intentions.

That is, Zhu Di, as a father, wants to compensate for his second and third sons who are destined to not inherit the throne!

If someone else dared to tell Zhu Di to give him the three major battalions, Zhu Di's butcher's knife would have been hungry and thirsty.

But not to mention that the tiger poison does not eat children, Zhu Di still tries his best to protect his own people compared with his father Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, and at this point, Zhu Di does feel guilty about his second son Zhu Gaoxu, who tried his best to help him ascend to the throne.

In the four years of appeasement, Zhu Gaoxu has made great contributions.

In the Battle of Baigou River, Zhu Gaoxu beheaded Qu Neng, the general of the Southern Army, in the middle of the million army, and took the head of his father and son; In a desperate situation in Dongchang, Zhang Yu died in battle, and Zhu Gaoxu led the cavalry to rescue Zhu Di, who was almost captured alive; Jiahe meat grinder, when the battle situation was scorching, Zhu Gaoxu led the army to break the formation; In the bloody battle of Gaocheng, Zhu Gaoxu took the lead in resisting, and Yan Wang Daxu and his double armor were shot into hedgehogs; In the decisive battle of Lingbi, he defeated the rear of the Southern Army with a decisive blow with heavy cavalry, which determined the ownership of the world.

After fighting one battle after another, if it were not for Zhu Gaoxu, who was recognized as the "reincarnation of King Xiang", the peerless fierce general with the world's first military value, who repeatedly led the Yan army to charge fiercely and fearlessly at critical moments to break the deadlock, Zhu Di would not have been able to reach this position.

Therefore, in the final analysis, Zhu Di set such a strategy to cut the domain.

It is also for the sake of his two sons that he will be crowned vassal kings in the future, so that he can have better treatment with his descendants.

But now, Jiang Xinghuo only needs a chessboard to tell him clearly.

He was wrong!

If calculated according to the current clan fortune, it will only take two hundred years, and the Ming Dynasty's finances will be completely crushed!

Unable to feed the army, unable to pay the officials, unable to deal with any famine or rebellion!

If there is no unexpected prompt from Jiang Xinghuo, I am afraid that at this time today, the decree of his peaceful reduction of the feudal domain has already been promulgated, and at that time, it means that the national fortune of the Ming Dynasty has been shortened by his own hands for decades!

Zhu Di will never allow this to happen!

But in any case, he could not think of a better solution to the problem of the feudal domains.

It is impossible for Zhu Di to raise a butcher's knife against the feudal clans like Zhu Yunwen did.

Fengtian was difficult to appease, and forcing his nephew to seize the throne had already made him bear the same stain as Tang Taizong killing his brother and prisoner father.

If all the brothers and nephews are slaughtered again, then he Zhu Di will not only have no shame to see Zhu Yuanzhang.

I'm afraid that in the history books, it will also become a thief who is not easy to come!

Become a tyrant even more ferocious than the Tyrant!

"What the hell am I going to do?"

Zhu Di looked at the portrait of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang hanging in the empty and solemn Fengtian Palace, and muttered to himself.

"Everything in the world is actually in one 'man-made', isn't it, Dad?"

The slightly drunken warm breeze passed through the hall, and the portrait of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty, fluttered gently.

And at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps came.

A tall, beardless scarlet-robed eunuch appeared at the entrance of the main hall.

"Your Majesty, Master Dao Yan has a performance."