Zhongdu.

Song State Mansion.

In the Nuoda Guogong Mansion, everyone did not dare to come out, and people looked worriedly at the residence of Zhao Si, the grandfather of the country.

Outside the residence.

There were a lot of doctors and professors from the Zhongdu Royal Hospital, but everyone was dignified.

Right now.

There was a sound of horses' hooves.

Zhu Daohua turned over and dismounted, and came in a hurry, his face was quite solemn.

He originally planned to wait for the prince to go south, so he went directly north to the northern capital, to go to the Monan steppe to meet the Mongolian tribes, and to preside over the division of grasslands and the laying of the foundation stone of the newly built temple next year.

However, as soon as he was about to leave, he received the news that his old buddy Zhao Si was critically ill.

"The emperor is here, the emperor is here."

Someone shouted.

Everyone turned around and bowed in a hurry.

Zhu Daohua just waved his hand and hurriedly walked into the room.

Even more than twenty years have passed.

He's still the best doctor in the world – a modern medical master, after all.

"Your Majesty."

When Zhao Si saw Emperor Zhu coming, he barely opened his eyes and struggled to get up.

"No courtesy."

Emperor Zhu hurriedly trotted over.

This original subordinate of himself is now dying.

However, Zhao Si is actually not very old.

Not yet sixty.

But there are many physical problems.

High blood pressure, coronary heart disease, diabetes.

In addition, the injuries he suffered when he was fighting in North Africa when he was young were actually not good.

When I got older, these problems broke out en masse.

When Emperor Zhu saw Zhao Si's appearance, he sighed in his heart.

"Don't worry, the emperor doesn't worry, it's worth it for the old minister to follow the emperor to achieve great things in this life, and people will always die." Zhao Si leaned on the head of the bed and said with a smile.

His complexion gradually became rosy.

Emperor Zhu's face froze slightly.

"Lao Zhao, what do you want?"

Zhao Si shook his head: "Your Majesty, the old ministers are all the princes of the Song Kingdom, and they have been the deputy marshal of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies for so many years, what can they wish for." ”

Emperor Zhu looked at his old fellow.

If it weren't for Lao Zhao's desperate efforts to save himself from Guangzhou, the Ming Empire in front of him would not exist.

Of course, he knew Lao Zhao's regrets.

Merely.

It's a pity that he can't help - Lao Zhao was injured when he was young, and although he has had many wives and concubines over the years, he has only one daughter.

Emperor Zhu's eyes looked at the family members of the Song State Mansion who were kneeling beside him.

"Zhao Min."

A young woman with a delicate face and a little worry on her face hurriedly got up.

"Yes."

Emperor Zhu nodded slightly.

"Do you like fat boys?"

Zhao Min's face turned slightly red.

Then he nodded.

"That's good. I am in charge, you will be the crown princess in the future, and the queen of the Ming Dynasty in the future. ”

Emperor Zhu turned his head to look at Zhao Si and said.

Zhao Min is now studying at Daohua University School of Medicine and is a well-known scholar.

There is nothing wrong with IQ.

And Zhao Si is a well-known lonely minister in the court.

It has nothing to do with the Guangdong Party, the Xianghu faction, and the Guangfu Alumni Association.

The selection of the crown princess is naturally a very crucial political decision.

In general.

The queen candidates of the former Ming Dynasty all chose small families, just to avoid the power of the descendants.

But in the current Ming Dynasty.

The candidate of the descendant clan can neither be a small family with no power at all, nor can it break the balance of the court.

Therefore.

Ministers like Gu Song and Zhao Si are still quite suitable.

Song Guogong has an industry in his family, and there are also many protégés.

Let Zhao Min be the crown princess, which is quite suitable in all aspects.

"In addition, according to the ceremony, Zhao Min will inherit the Duke of Song, and he can choose a son to inherit the title in the future!"

Zhao Si was stunned and stunned.

If the title of Duke of Song is not inherited by his own daughter.

It is very likely that one of his relatives will be chosen to inherit - for Zhao Si, of course, his daughter and grandson are closer.

Emperor Zhu's arrangement can be said to be the most in line with Zhao Si's own expectations.

The first is that the daughter is the crown princess, the future queen.

Then the Song State Mansion is the descendant.

Secondly.

His title was inherited by his daughter.

In the future, it will be his grandson who will inherit his title - no, it cannot be regarded as a grandson, but a grandson.

After all.

Inheriting the Duke of Song means changing the surname to Zhao.

And.

In the future, Song Guogong will have a lineage, but he will have royal blood.

In other words, the Zhu and Zhao families are truly sharing weal and woe.

"Thank you for your kindness"

Lao Zhao's face became more and more ruddy.

There was also a smile on his face.

Then, he closed his eyes.

Zhu Daohua held Lao Zhao's hand, and he could feel that these hands gradually lost any strength.

He sighed.

The mood is extremely heavy.

Seven days later.

Zhao Si, the Duke of Song, was buried in the Purple Mountain Cemetery.

This is the side of the imperial mausoleum of Emperor Zhu a hundred years later.

In the future, it can be said that it will be extremely sad to be accompanied by the Emperor of Guangfu.

Now the Ming Dynasty is also compiling the biography of thirty-six meritorious heroes.

Most of the nobles who have recovered meritorious services can enjoy the treatment of Zhao Si and be buried in the emperor's mausoleum.

In the middle of April, it was rainy and rainy.

It made Emperor Zhu's mood even more depressed.

"Be quiet, the emperor is in a bad mood these days."

Outside the imperial study, there was the voice of Guan Tianpei, who was walking in the imperial study.

However, even if this little Guan Gong, who looks like his father, lowered his voice, it was not much lower than the voice of ordinary people.

"There's an urgent news from North America"

The voice of another man rang out.

"Tao Shu, come in."

Emperor Zhu, who was in front of the bookcase, raised his head and said.

The door to the study was gently opened.

"Chen Taoshu, long live my emperor."

"No courtesy."

Emperor Zhu waved his hand and said.

"Your Majesty, North America is in a hurry, Mexico is independent!"

Tao Shu, the head of the North American Department of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, handed over the urgent mail sent by ship from North America.

Emperor Zhu took it and took a closer look.

His brow furrowed.

"Ignoring Mexico"

Emperor Zhu said in a low voice.

After all.

In later generations, Mexico's presence was not very high.

When you think of Mexico, the first image that comes to mind is gangsters, drugs

But even in later generations, Mexico was considered a big country.

The population is more than 100 million.

The territory covers an area of almost two million square kilometers.

And now Mexico is even more incredible.

If only they could fully get the Spanish Viceroyalty of New Spain.

That Mexico included California, New Mexico, and Texas, which were later occupied by the United States.

And this is only in the north.

In the south.

Now this Mexico also has Guatemala, Honduras, El Salvador, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Panama, and the islands of the Caribbean Gulf.

It is possible that even the Gran Colombia region of South America will become the territory of the newly independent American state.

The total area is close to six million square kilometers.

The population is over 30 million!

A real big country. (End of chapter)