The prince's east palace is dyed with vegetarian.

The breath of death and oppression enveloped every piece of bright yellow glazed tile.

The spring rain fell on the tiles, as if it was soaked in the breath of sadness, turning into tears on the faces of the palace people.

The sound of crying permeated the East Palace, as if it was a ghost wail, and all the palace people were dressed in plain white with sad expressions.

Zhu Yuanzhang had no sorrow or joy, his face was indifferent, and he came to the mourning hall.

"Long live the saint, long live, long live!"

Before Zhu Yuanzhang stepped into the mourning hall, all the ministers knelt on the ground and chanted long live.

Afterwards, the entire mourning hall was as silent as death, and no one dared to make noise at this time.

The flying crow tilted its head, its beak pecked its wings, and looked curiously at the people kneeling on the ground.

Starting from the mourning hall, everywhere in sight, countless people trembled and did not dare to say anything.

Zhu Yuanzhang approached the coffin, looked at the somewhat familiar pale face in the coffin, and couldn't help but mourn in his heart, and his old body shook slightly.

He came to this life, and he didn't completely gain the memory of this body, but he had some bloodline instincts that couldn't be stopped.

The old man's fingers lightly pressed on the edge of the coffin, Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath, and his cloudy eyes swept over the kneeling ministers in the mourning hall without a trace.

Immediately, his gaze lingered on a few younger children, from which he felt a bit of blood connection, as well as a trace of national fortune.

The older child was about fourteen or fifteen years old, with red and swollen eyes, and a woman in the prime of life kneeling beside her.

The other person knelt timidly with his head down, slightly behind, as if he noticed Zhu Yuanzhang's gaze and subconsciously dodged.

In addition, there are other children, who are younger, and also share in the small fortunes of the country.

Among the ministers kneeling on the ground, there were several people who were obviously generals who fought on the battlefield, and they were full of evil energy, even if they were dressed in plain clothes, they were a little fierce.

In them, Zhu Yuanzhang also saw traces of national fortune.

It's just not much, obviously this is a dynasty in the world, and the fortune of a country is tied to one person's shoulders.

If this person is wise and powerful, and he governs well, the country's fortunes will be thriving, and the people will be rich and the country will be strong.

Once there is a strange one in it, even if it is a thick family, it can be defeated in one day.

Skate on thin ice!

Zhu Yuanzhang made a simple analysis and came to a conclusion.

National Fortune ......

He murmured slowly in his heart, brushed his sleeves away, leaving a group of kneeling ministers on the ground, at a loss.

The crown prince Zhu Biao, who was in the prime of life, died of illness, and the entire Ming Dynasty fell into sadness.

Many courtiers were terrified and trembling in their hearts, lest they anger the master on the dragon chair, and their heads fell to the ground with a click.

The legs standing in the Jinluan Hall were like the empty boy after seven times in one night, and his legs and stomach were cramping.

The key is that the master above, who has never been single-minded in killing, basically cuts wheat and harvests stubble.

When Empress Xiaoci died of illness, the ministers collectively wept for it, which was more sad than the death of her parents.

But fortunately, there is still the gentle and generous prince Zhu Biao, and the courtiers are still a little bit old, and they are trembling and living with trepidation, but they are not worried about the butcher's knife falling.

Now that the crown prince Zhu Biao is dying, the hearts of all the courtiers have fallen to the bottom, and they are in the three provinces all the time, if they can not speak, then they will not speak.

lest something go wrong in the words, he will be caught by the mad dogs of Jinyiwei, and the nine clans will directly dissipate the fun.

It's just that the one above seems to be immersed in the pain of the prince's death, and he only hastily copes with state affairs every day, and does not kill him.

The situation has been silent, as if it was a pool of stagnant water, until the second day after the burial of Prince Zhu Biao.

Forbidden City, Fengtian Temple, back garden.

The commander of the Jinyi guard made Mao Xiang kneel on the ground tremblingly, and presented the notebook in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this is the Jinyi Guard's collection of the ministers' words and deeds in recent days, and the ministers will sift through the useless information in it, please ask Your Majesty to judge."

As an old minister beside Zhu Yuanzhang, Mao Xiang has a very thorough understanding of the temperament of the superior, and the simple summary is unfathomable and moody.

In the early years, when Empress Xiaoci was here, His Majesty was not like this, and there was still a context to follow.

After the death of Empress Xiaoci, there was His Royal Highness the Prince's moderation, and His Majesty was quite normal, and there were still traces to follow.

But now that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has died of illness, His Majesty has never shown half of his color, and Mao Xiang has no idea what the superior is thinking.

Every time he met his superiors, Mao Xiang even thought about the color of the coffin board at home, although it was likely that no one would collect the body......

When his thoughts were flying, Mao Xiang heard the voice of his superiors, and immediately froze, with more cold sweat on his forehead, and he raised his ears, not daring to slack off.

"Second Tiger, the Crown Prince's ......"

Mao Xiang, the commander of the dignified Jinyi Guard, the most trusted confidant of Emperor Hongwu, and the eagle dog that the ministers hated so much that they wanted to get rid of it.

At this moment, he only felt that his ears were roaring, his eyes were dizzy, cold sweat was like mercury, his knees seemed to be sore, and he couldn't hear the words behind him.

It's over, it's really over this time, I'm afraid that the three tribes of Yi are all less, at least this has to be the rhythm of the nine clans.

Don't say that the wife in the family is small, even if it is a mouse who visits the door, I am afraid that he will have to cut off his head.

As soon as he thought of this, Mao Xiang came from sorrow, grabbed the ground with his head, and said in a mournful voice: "Your Majesty, Weichen...... Weichen is a martial artist, he doesn't dare to say anything, he has no such heart. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at Mao Xiang indifferently, and said in his heart I didn't ask you, why are you so nervous?

However, he didn't explain, only waved his hand and said, "Go down and call Liu Sanwu to come." ”

Mao Xiang shouted long live as if he was amnesty, and limped down.

Soon, Liu Sanwu, a bachelor from Hanlin, came to the back garden, and after the ceremony, Zhu Yuanzhang gave him a seat.

Looking at the eighty-year-old man in front of him, Zhu Yuanzhang had to sigh that he could live to such an age in such a world with thin aura, and his foundation was really tough.

These days, he has made many ideas in order to transfer the fortunes of the country, and he feels more and more that he should pass on this throne.

It's just that as an emperor, he must act in line with his identity, and he is really not familiar with this family, so he can't rashly ask the people around him.

In his previous life, as a major repair, he naturally knew that every word of the superior would be carefully considered, and he asked the eunuchs around him today, and the news would probably spread all over Yingtian tomorrow.

Therefore, he hibernate for a long time, and only after the crown prince was buried did he begin to inquire about the position of the crown prince.

Liu Sanwu is eighty years old, but he has a clear mind, and when he heard Zhu Yuanzhang ask, he suddenly chuckled in his heart and almost fell off the stool.

This question is extremely difficult to answer, Liu Sanwu knows that His Majesty has a candidate in his heart, but he is still hesitating and needs to be a courtier.

Liu Sanwu got up from the stool, knelt on the ground, and said, "Your Majesty, according to the law of etiquette, the emperor and grandson should be appointed as the prince." ”

The emperor's grandson?

Zhu Yuanzhang remembered the children he saw in the mourning hall that day, and recently listened to the palace people secretly talking about it, saying that the emperor's grandson Zhu Yunwen was filial piety and kind, and he guarded his father's spirit every day, which moved the heavens and the earth.

It's just that there is a sense of truth in it, or is it hypocrisy......

After a moment's deep groaning, he asked, "The emperor's grandson is young, and I still have a few sons, why not?" ”

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