This time Zhu Gaoxu was wronged, and hope was just ignited in his heart, and he was slapped on the head again, which is really ...... Uncomfortable.

"Father, my son wants to accompany you again."

"No, you don't." Zhu Di said undoubtedly, "Pack up your things, let's leave tomorrow, learn more from the third child, isn't it good to be a free king?" ”

Zhu Gaoxu's expression was gloomy, and he smiled helplessly, "Erchen understands." ”

~

The next day, King Han was gone.

And Ji Gang also went to the execution ground, Ling Chi was executed, and his family was exiled!

The occurrence of two major events in succession was beneficial to the civil official group, the court calmed down again, and the previous turmoil gradually disappeared.

Zhu Zhanji was confined by his father, which was no different from squatting in prison, and this pass was never released.

……

Time flies by like a white horse, fleeting.

In the blink of an eye, it is the cold winter wax moon, and another year is about to pass.

The situation is stable, the national policy of spreading the land into the mu has been fully implemented, the trial planting of corn has been successful, and the imperial court has issued an edict to the next year in the mountain. East, River. South, River. North...... The promotion of wheat in these provinces can be described as a good situation.

The end of the year is approaching, and everyone is working overtime to deal with government affairs and prepare for annual leave, but Sanbao is about to set off.

At the end of the fourteenth year of Yongle, his fifth trip to the West officially began.

On the day of departure, Li Qing went out of the city to see him off.

"Sambo, if that thing is really a potato, you must bring more back." Li Qing said, "There are also corn seeds, and we should bring back as many as possible." ”

After a pause, "There are also sweet potatoes, you have to put away the drawings, and let them take a good look at them when the time comes, maybe the Franc machine is already there." ”

Sanbao nodded with a smile: "Don't worry, sir, it's about the rations of tens of millions of people, Sanbao will naturally not slack off, you have said it several times." ”

"Uh-hehe-he......" Li Qing's face turned hot and said seriously, "Have a good trip." ”

"Hmm." Sanbao smiled and nodded, after a thousand sails, it was still the same as before, and arched his hand, "Sir, take care." ”

"Take care." Li Qing returned the salute.

Seeing the treasure boat go away, Li Qing stood on the bank of the Yangtze River for a long time before he exhaled a breath, this farewell will be more than two loads, he can afford it, but the old man can't afford it.

"Time flies!" Li Qing sighed.

~

Time flies so fast, without mercy, and it has been the fifteenth year of Yongle in a blink of an eye.

When Jianwen cut the domain, when the three brothers followed him to Beijing, the scene of the little fat on the road comparing a foot-long little Zhanji was vivid, and in a blink of an eye, he also grew up and reached the age of marrying a wife.

married the daughter of Hu Rong, the Qing of Guanglu Temple, the Hu family.

The wedding of the grandson marks that the position of the crown prince is completely secured, and there will be no more accidents.

The civil officials were overjoyed, and the military generals were happy to accept it, although the prince couldn't play with them, but the grandson could play!

On the day of the wedding, Zhu Di held a feast, and the specifications were as high as the return of the Northern Expedition, and it was quite lively.

Zhu Zhanji is blessed with good fortune, which makes him even more heroic, closed for so long, and read so many books, so that this grandson has grown up a lot, and he will never be more sharp.

The temperament is introverted, but also heroic.

Zhu Di's face was full of joy, he believed that in the future, his grandson would definitely be a promising monarch.

He doesn't look down on his son, and despite his ability, he still doesn't look down on him.

But the grandson is different, how much he dislikes his son, how much he treasures his grandson, in a sense, his next generation is much more serious than Lao Zhu.

Looking at the heroic and introverted grandson, Zhu Di smiled and sighed softly: "It's good to have suffered a little in exchange for such growth; He will be the king every day, and I will be relieved. ”

Li Qing nodded with a smile, he was also quite satisfied with Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji is talented and resolute, and has the hand-in-hand teaching of Zhu Di's father and son, as well as the experience of going on expeditions, which can be described as an all-round talent in civil and military affairs.

He chuckled and said, "In the future, the Ming Dynasty can have such an emperor, the country is very lucky, and the people are very lucky!" ”

"Haha......" Zhu Di laughed loudly, "It's not easy to hear a good obedient sentence from your mouth!" ”

Li Qing said with a smile: "If the emperor wants to hear it, the minister can say three days and three nights, as long as you are more meaningful." ”

"It's just that you have a lot of witty words." Zhu Di glanced at him, "By the way, the old monk's body is not good, you can go and see more." ”

For Dao Yan, he is grateful from the bottom of his heart.

Most of the emperors are lonely, especially the promising emperors, there are not many people who can be regarded as friends by Zhu Di, Li Qing is counted as one, Daoyan is counted as one, and there are only these two in total.

"Obey." Li Qing agreed.

When his grandson got married, Zhu Di, a grandfather, was very happy, and after a wine banquet, he was so drunk that he blushed and his neck was thick, and he couldn't walk straight.

Li Qing also drank a lot, but he was still sober.

~

In the main hall of the temple, Dao Yan sat on the futon, his body was stiff, knocking on the wooden fish at once, and the rhythm was still very good.

Li Qing sat across from him and waited quietly.

A quarter of an hour later, Dao Yan stopped and looked at Li Qing, "I'm not sick, I'm just old, so I don't have to worry about it." ”

"If you can stop your schoolwork, you can live a little longer." Li Qingdao.

Dao Yan shook his head lightly and only said, "Get used to it." ”

Li Qing didn't persuade him again, but chatted with him about family life.

This knowledgeable and scheming old monk is really old, more than eighty years old, even in the next generation, it can be regarded as a long life, and it is not easy for him to walk with a crutch.

"The happiest time in my life was the years of martyrdom." Dao Yan sighed with such an emotion.

Li Qing teased: "I hope that people like you will never appear again in the future." ”

"Hehe......" Dao Yan nodded with a smile, and then said seriously, "Even if there is no Yongqing Marquis in the Battle of Jingjing, I can still help the emperor win the great treasure!" ”

"Well, the master's ability, Li admires it very much." People are dying, and Li Qing is not easy to lift the bar, besides, in history, this person has indeed done it.

People like Dao Yan should be born in troubled times, otherwise, it will be a big disaster.

~

After saying goodbye to Daoyan, Li Qing went to the Liang Guogong Mansion again.

Lan Yu is also old, her physical condition has seriously declined, she is not much better than Dao Yan, her hair is full of white, and even her eyebrows have become gray.

The burly figure of the past has also become rickety, and even a little thin.

The two sat under the tree and tasted tea, reminiscing about the past and feeling a lot of emotion.

Later, Li Jinglong also came, this poisonous snake, within a few words, Lan Yu was so angry that he jumped like thunder, and he hugged his head with a cane.

Li Jinglong shouted as he ran: "Aren't you quite able to jump, don't take a crutch and lean on the old and sell the old." ”

The two of them are making a fuss, and time seems to have returned to the past.

……

Fifteenth year of Yongle, June.

After the wheat is harvested, the Yongle rice, which has been planted on a trial basis, is planted in several places in the two provinces of Shanhe.

Due to the lack of seeds, the total number of hundreds of thousands of acres was planted, but the planting of Yongle rice is undoubtedly a good omen, giving the people in the two places a hope.

Because the imperial court has released a word, within three years, everyone can plant Yongle rice.

~

Time continues to pass, and Hongyan will inevitably gradually get older, with more wrinkles, and white hair on her red sleeves, which was discovered by Li Qing when she secretly pulled it out.

After some psychological counseling by emotional master Li Qing, Red Sleeves gradually accepted the reality, calmed down, and no longer pulled out his hair.

……

In the sixteenth year of Yongle, in May, Daoyan became seriously ill.

Zhu Di and Li Qing went to visit, but Dao Yan was already lying on the bed and couldn't go down to the ground to salute.

"Old monk, what are your wishes?" Zhu Di knew that this old friend's time was short, and promised: "I have nothing to disagree." ”

Dao Yan pleaded: "Monk Pu Qia, he has been locked up in prison for a long time, and I hope to pardon him." ”

This person is the chief monk of Jianwen, because he went to the West and built a new capital, the official gentry in order to disgust Zhu Di, spread the news that Emperor Jianwen did not die, and some of them said that Emperor Jianwen turned into a monk and was sent out by Boqia.

So Zhu Di found an excuse and locked up this person.

"Yes, I promise you." Zhu Di didn't hesitate at all, "Is there anything else?" ”

"I hope the emperor can release Tie Xuan." Dao Yan said seriously, "He is a loyal minister. ”

Zhu Di hesitated slightly, nodded and agreed: "Okay, is there anything else?" ”

"No, Emperor Xie is complete." Dao Yan stood up and kowtowed: "The emperor is shengming!" ”

…

Seven days later, Dao Yan passed away.

On the second day of Zhu Di's abolition of the dynasty, he buried Daoyan with the ritual system of a monk, and posthumously presented him as the Xuanli Wenchen, the special Ronglu doctor, the Shangzhu country, and the Rongguo Gong;

He personally wrote a Shinto inscription for him.