According to the Daming etiquette, the princes came to the capital, and when they were in the temple of the temple, they also gave a banquet at the temple.

But since the king of Yan Zhu Xi entered Beijing, there was no intention in the palace.

When the emperor Taishang was the emperor, the princes of the world were the sons of his old man. And now it is Yongchang Xinjun in the world. The princes are his uncle.

Sniff some differences.

Therefore, Wang Zhu Xi, who was cultivated in the van daily, was cultivated every day. He had nothing to take a few sons to hang out in Beijing.

Until this morning, the people came from the palace to pass on, and the emperor gave the king of Yan Yan.

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"The emperor has the purpose, the king of the king of Yan in Chunhe Palace!"

In the back hall of the Yanwang Mansion, the Demonstrate Extravagant finished Zhu Yunzheng's mouth and laughed, "Yan Wang Chitose, you are ready, the slaves are waiting for you outside the house!"

Zhu Xi Xie En got up, his face was full of a kind smile, "I have the father -in -law!"

"Slave dare not!" The eunuch of the presence was in his forties, and he was wearing a red robe. He wanted to come in the palace.

At this time, Zhu Gaochi stepped forward, and he tried slightly.

"Can't be able to do it! The slave dare not dare!" The eunuch seemed to be hotly resigned, and panicked, "The reward of Shizi, the slave's heart received. This thing, the slaves really dare not accept it!"

"It's just a little scattered!" Zhu Gaochi laughed, "It's not a big deal!"

Whenever the eunuchs in the palace go to the place, no matter who you take, you must prepare some leg money for the eunuchs. This is the case.

The eunuch looked back and saw that the people who came with him were outside the door, and they couldn't smell lowly.

Zhu Gaochi nodded, smiled at the eunuch, and then said loudly, "Come, send to the father -in -law!"

Later, Zhu Gaochi walked to the side of Zhu Xi, who stood up with his back.

Zhu Xi can't see his anger on his face, "What clothes? Isn't my body pretty good?"

"Gao clothing!" Zhu Gaochi puzzled, "The emperor gave you a banquet to let you enter the palace, you can't wear this common clothes, right?"

"Huh!" Zhu Xi sneered. "If you give a banquet in the temple, your father and I will naturally wear the robe of the Daming Dynasty.

! ""

It seems that Zhu Gaochi understood what, whispered, "Spring and palace, the first place of the prince!"

Zhu Xi nodded silently, his expression was complicated.

Later, he slowly spoke, with a bit of anger, "Today's age is not big, such means of people's hearts are beyond extraordinary!"

Giving the banquet Chunhe Gong and Jin Temple are completely two concepts.

The palace is the most grand place of etiquette.

Spring and palace, there is no meaning.

The palace is the hall, and you can get along with the monarchs and ministers.

The Chunhe Palace is the East Palace, but Chu Jun can live, and Zhu Xi has never lived in the Chunhe Palace.

When Zhu Biao was in, every time Zhu Xi entered Beijing, he saw Chu Jun in Chunhe Palace.

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The sun is refracted from the bright yellow glazed tiles, and the tree shadow in front of the window is even more bustling.

There is a slight wind, passing by in the hall.

Zhu Xi, who is often served, came out of the red road under the guidance of the palace people and came to the front of Chunhe Palace.

Fengtian Temple, Guan Park, did not come out of the palace, and saluted, "Slaves have seen King Yan Qianliu!"

Zhu Di raised his hand slightly, "Manager Park, no need to be polite!"

"Your Majesty ordered that when you come, you should go inside first. Your Majesty is busy and will be here in a moment!" As he said that, Pu Wuyong stepped aside and made way for Zhu Di to lead to Chunhe Palace.

Zhu Di was alone, walking slowly forward.

For some reason, the moment his legs crossed the threshold of Chunhe Palace, he felt a little uneasy, as if he was a little far-flung.

I don’t know why, but memories come to mind one after another.

In his early years, every time he returned to Beijing, he would come here to see the Crown Prince Zhu Biao. Every time, when he walked out of the aisle and crossed the threshold, he would see Zhu Biao standing at the palace gate with a smile on his face.

"Fourth brother is back!"

Chunhe Palace is still the same, as if it has not changed since Zhu Biao died, and every scene and thing inside is so familiar.

As soon as Zhu Di entered, the throne of the Prince of the East Palace came into view. On the bright yellow throne, the brocade cushions embroidered with dragon patterns must have been a bit old, so the dragon patterns on it did not look so majestic and domineering.

Before, when I met him, Zhu Biao would sit there and talk to him.

A long time ago, he could act like a good brother and listen respectfully. But later, gradually, when he looked at Zhu Biao there, he had some different emotions in his heart. Why was he sitting there?

Not me.

That chair, what does it feel like to sit on it?

When I heard about the death of Prince Zhu Biao, I was probably more happy than sad at the time, right?

Suddenly, Zhu Di shook his head hard to get rid of these emotions.

This chair was obviously very close to him, but yet it was so far away.

Moreover, now that he was facing this chair, his heart was beating very fast. It was not the same speed that was caused by longing before, but it was as fast as heart palpitations.

He walked forward slowly and passed through the front hall.

As soon as I entered the back hall, I suddenly felt eyes on my spine.

Stop slowly and turn around.

For a moment, Zhu Di's eyes widened.

"Brother!"

There seemed to be a familiar shadow sitting on the throne, looking at him with a smile.

That smile was full of kindness, but also a little distant, and vaguely proud and proud.

Zhu Di rubbed his eyes hard, shook his head violently, and the shadow in front of him disappeared again.

He looked out the window at the bright sunshine, and then at the old-looking throne.

Just now, it was his hallucination.

But in that moment of hallucination, the smile on Zhu Biao's face made his heart feel uncomfortable.

That smile seemed to say, "Fourth brother, you will never get this chair. I was the one who sat on it before, then it was my son, and he will be my grandson in the future. You will never be able to sit on it, even

I can’t even think about it anymore!”

For a time, a kind of powerlessness began to spread in Zhu Di's heart.

He continued walking forward and sat down at a tea table.

"What's wrong with me, just because I'm not the old lady's biological child?"

"Over the years, I have worked hard to prove myself!"

"I am the best among the princes. I have the most military exploits and the people under my rule are the happiest! I am not arrogant and extravagant, I am not greedy for enjoyment, and I do not accept many concubines."

"I have not fallen into disgrace with the Zhu family, I am praised by the world!"

"While the second and third sons were enjoying themselves in the countryside, I was killing the Tatars in Mobei!"

"While other vassals were prosperous and wealthy, I went deep into Monan alone!"

"Others' red sleeves add beauty, but I only have a murderous sword in my hand!"

"I........"

"Until now, you are gone, your son still crosses me like a mountain!"

"Why? Why?"

Suddenly, there was a slight footsteps outside.

Zhu Xi hurriedly condensed, and wiped his eyes fiercely.
Chapter completed!