Secretly calming down, Xu no longer thought about the future of the Xu family.

She looked at the platform in front of Zhu Di, and there was only the last piece of paper left on it.

Yao Guangxiao!

This gentleman is the one that makes it hard for their family to decide the most.

"His contribution is hard to determine." Zhu Di said what Xu thought, and then said, "He is not a serious monk! But I cannot help but... According to what I thought before, one is also a royal prince, but the court officials may have some criticism. The second is to raise the monk's sect, but the monk's sect... it is useless to the people..."

Zhu Di's eyes flashed.

It is not wrong for him to say that Yao Guangxiao is not a serious monk. Who would have a serious monk coming to persuade a vassal king to rebel?

Do you really think that rebellion is as simple as knocking on wooden fish?

But Yao Guangxiao did this, and Zhu Di really succeeded.

For a moment, Zhu Di fell into a dilemma.

"Didn't the monk recite scriptures..."

The bedroom was silent for a moment until a child's words rang out.

Zhu Di immediately turned around when he heard the sound. Xu, who was holding Zhu Zhanji, hurriedly covered his beloved grandson's mouth. So Zhu Zhanji had a pair of big eyes left and blinked at Zhu Di.

So cute!

Zhu Di muttered in his heart, then pretended to be angry and glared at Zhu Zhanji: "Good grandson, do you know what the monk does?"

"Reciting scriptures!"

Zhu Zhanji answered without thinking, then seemed to have thought of something again, and then said: "I also want to be a monk, so I don't have to recite poems or work..."

Xu was angry and happy, and repeatedly patted Zhu Zhanji on the back of his head: "Bao, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, bah, can't be a monk, my good grandson will be a majestic man in the future!"

Royal men naturally cannot go to the temple.

It’s Ming Dynasty now!

It was not the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties hundreds of years ago!

Zhu Di pointed at Zhu Zhanji and was anxious for a moment: "You don't want to recite poetry! Now that I'm here in Nanjing, you see, grandpa has to find a few teachers for you! I can't recite books well and spank you!"

Spanking...

This is probably the most threatening thing that all adults say to their children.

Zhu Zhanji could only pretend to behave and shrank his head.

But Zhu Di has been deeply thought.

The relationship between the Zhu family and the monk sect is quite good. At least Emperor Taizu was also related to the monk sect and relied on a broken bowl to build the current Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Di glanced at his dear grandson Zhu Zhanji.

I couldn't help but think that what my dear grandson said was right.

Monks are just chanting scriptures and do nothing, but there are countless land under the name of the temple.

That's not taxable!

No matter what, Yao Guangxiao said, he is now considered a representative of the monk's sect.

The monk's sect cannot be big!

In just a moment, Zhu Di had already taken a certain attention in his heart and said, "I will discuss this matter again."

There is no more discussion. Tomorrow will be his throne ceremony. All the meritorious ministers will be rewarded, but Yao Guangxiao does not.

After saying that, Zhu Di turned his gaze directly forward.

There were already a piece of note on the three shelves.

Now that the Jingnan crisis is over, it is about to go from conquering the world to governing the world. Which of these people can be used again and what should be released on the Nanshan Mountain?

Unconsciously, Zhu Di frowned.

Xu couldn't help feeling distressed, but he didn't say anything. This was what the emperor should bear. It could only be the emperor, and it could bear it.

Later, Xu sent someone out of the palace to find Zhu Gaochi and Zhang, and talked about the young prince being left in the palace and reunited after tomorrow's ceremony.

Zhu Gaochi felt a little reluctant. He hadn't seen his own baby for a while. However, Zhang responded happily. She was not a descendant of a famous family and focused on her husband and son. Now that she saw Zhu Zhanji loved by her grandfather and grandmother, she was naturally so happy.

When the weather came, Zhu Zhanji, who was staying in the palace, persuaded him and rolled around, and then he avoided being overwhelmed again.

It was hot in June and July. After dinner, Zhu Zhanji ran to a place where there was windy at the entrance of the hall. He asked someone to move a recliner and then add a cold sour plum soup. He drank it sipped and thoughts were in his mind.

Today, he shouldn't have spoken in his bedroom, but he said something indirectly based on the reason why he said childlessly.

This was a test, but fortunately he succeeded.

Zhu Zhanji felt this experience for the first time because of a sentence.

It was late at night, but he couldn't sleep. Naturally, there was a lot of pursuit in his small body.

...

This night is destined to be sleepless.

The lights are brightly lit in the Forbidden City, and the people in the palace are still busy with tomorrow's ceremony, and no one dares to take it lightly. There are too many people who have died these days, and there are too many to count. No one can guarantee that their heads will remain in their original position.

Outside the imperial city, civil and military officials of the Ming Dynasty also found it difficult to fall asleep.

Some people commemorate the glory of the Jianwen Dynasty on this last night, while others are looking forward to the majesty of the future.

Only the people in the city turned off the lights early, and the adults drove half-aged children to the next house, and the men and women hurried in bed, and selflessly exerted their sweat and enthusiasm for the construction of the Ming Dynasty.

In a villa not far from the imperial city, the officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were patrolling everywhere. There were figures shaking in the attic of the neighboring water.

Those who can be protected by the imperial guards are naturally not ordinary people.

In the attic, Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui were sitting opposite each other, and the dishes and wine in front of them had never been moved.

Because he was facing the lights, the third brother Zhu Gaosui's face was hidden in the shadow.

After a long quiet, Zhu Gaoxu patted the table lightly, attracting Zhu Gaosui's gaze: "Dad will ascend the throne tomorrow!"

Zhu Gaosui: "I know..."

Zhu Gaoxu glanced at Zhu Gaosui, and after confirming that the third brother understood what he meant, he asked again: "On the Jinchuan Gate today..."

Zhu Gaosui looked up and said, "I didn't do it. I also want to know who it was, so bold that he dared to assassinate the family of the Prince of Yan's Mansion."

As he spoke, Zhu Gaosui's eyes stared at his dick quietly.

Zhu Gaoxu looked unhappy: "Do you think it was me? Who do you think I am!"

The table was innocent and was shot again.

Zhu Gaosui shook his head indifferently: "Isn't the second brother thinking about that seat?"

Zhu Gaoxu's hand, which had just been raised, was stunned.

His eyes contracted several times, and Zhu Gaoxu sighed and hummed, "I think, what's wrong? Who doesn't want it? You don't want it? The boss doesn't want it? But I can't do such a thing! We are a family, and no matter how quarrels, we won't do anything!"

Zhu Gaosui still shook his head: "I don't want to... This is the second brother, you and the boss..."

Zhu Gaoxu didn't say anything else and glanced at the third brother indifferently. This kid has been so gloomy since he was a child. How could he not know what the third brother was thinking?

Zhu Gaoxu raised his glass, drank it all in one go, and the mouth of the cup was turned upside down.

This is going to see off guests.

Zhu Gaosui did not stay, stood up and stood still, but did not take a step, but said, "Second brother, you have to know that Dad has fought so many battles. Now the Ming Dynasty belongs to our family. From now on, it is time for the horse to release the horses in the south mountain and sort out the world..."

snort!

Zhu Gaoxu snorted coldly, turned his back and looked out the window.

There is the Forbidden City!

Zhu Gaosui still shook his head, and no longer spoke, and slowly walked away.

Thirty miles southwest of Nanjing City, the town is not big, and there is an inn.

In the chaotic era, no one's business is good. However, inns around Nanjing City have been very good in the past two days.

As the only inn in the town, the business is even more booming, so even the firewood room in the backyard is arranged for guests.

The boss collected the money and hid it quietly in the gap under the earth wall. But his heart was hot, thinking about Widow Zhang at the east end of the town, Miss Sun at the west end of the town, Grandma Wang in the middle of the town...

There are two guests in the inn's firewood room.

A middle-aged man is carrying a young girl of eight or nine years old.

At this time, the little girl was holding a wooden sword in her hand, stretching her arms and holding the sword straight ahead. The wooden sword was not heavy, but the little girl had been in such a position for two hours.

Sweat slid down from the cheeks and dripped beside the embroidered shoes.

"If you want to do what you want, you can only do this." The man said lightly.

The little girl gritted her teeth: "I miss my sister..."

The man's eyes locked: "The King of Yan is cruel, you have to remember that there are only you and me in this world!"

The little girl trembled slightly, and two tears slid down where the man couldn't see it.
Chapter completed!