At seven or eight o'clock on the evening of June 16, the 12th year of Yongle.
At this time, the daytime noise in Nanjing has faded away. Even the royal palace seems to be exhausted in its dim candlelight.
The East Palace was supposed to be very quiet, but suddenly there was a noise.
"Son of a bitch, stop! Stop..."
A round and big face is covered with meat. When the face is covered with meat, it "slips" to the neck, which looks short and thick. The meat on the neck is covered layer by layer, just like a folded wave. And the belly and chest, like the woman who was pregnant in October, ran in waves.
Although it was already night, the man's forehead was covered with sweat, his face was pale, and he ran panting, looking a bit embarrassed.
At this time, a handsome young man running in front leaned out half of his body holding the arch.
Seeing the latter chasing so hard, he couldn't help feeling distressed and said, "Dad, if you don't hit me, I won't run away."
The fat man who was running a little out of breath immediately became angry, bent down and put his hands on his knees, scolded: "Don't you know how difficult the situation is now for your father and me? Why do you still make trouble at this time?"
"I'm not in trouble!"
"How dare you admit that you blew up the war game today? Don't you know the task of the war game when the emperor is out on the battlefield? If you don't help, you are still dragging your feet!"
"Dad, I'm helping you."
"You... you helped me, that is, you blew up the war bureau?"
When I just ran, I didn't feel so tired.
Now he stopped. On the contrary, the fat man felt that he could not speak.
"Dad, I didn't control the dosage for a while, so I made a big noise. Besides, I just blew up a yard, not the whole battle."
"What? You... you want to blow up the whole war?"
"No, Dad, I'm really helping you. As long as new gunpowder is produced, the battle effectiveness of Shenji Camp will be doubled immediately."
"Hum! How old are you? Do you play with gunpowder? Reading well is the greatest help to me."
The speaker is the current prince Zhu Gaochi.
The escaped teenager is his second son Zhu Zhanyong.
At the beginning of this year, Zhu Di led Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han Dynasty, Zhu Gaosui, the king of Zhao, and Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the emperor, to the northern expedition of Mongolia.
Over the years, Zhu Di is either fighting or preparing for war.
In fact, people in the Ming Dynasty are not living very well.
The Ministry of Household is also short of money and food, which is very difficult.
It happened that this year, there were droughts or floods all over Daming, which made life very difficult.
As a result, Zhu Gaochi, the crown prince of the prison, immediately suffered.
Zhu Di didn't like him at first, and Zhu Gaoxu, the king of the Han Dynasty, always wanted to rob him of the crown prince.
If there is no way to supply all kinds of logistical support when the army goes out, can he have good fruit to eat?
If he can't raise money and food for disaster relief in all parts of the Ming Dynasty, can he have good fruit?
It can be said that Zhu Gaochi would like to spend a penny in two.
Now the war situation is so bombed by Zhu Zhanyong, which not only delays the production of gunpowder, but also costs more money. No wonder Zhu Gaochi is so angry.
"Dad, are you all right?"
Although it was less than a month ago, Zhu Zhanyong still had feelings for Zhu Gaochi, integrating the memory of his predecessor.
"Die... not die!"
Zhu Gaochi gave Zhu Zhanyong a dissatisfied look.
He has always been satisfied with his sons, but today Zhu Zhanyong, who is usually the most honest, is in great trouble.
At that time, he was dealing with government affairs in the Eastern Palace. He could hear the loud explosion of the military battle bureau.
He was always good tempered and was going to scold the people in the war bureau. As a result
Honest people become dishonest.
Is this still my good son?
"Dad, I didn't say you had to lose weight."
Looking at Zhu Gaochi's weight of no less than 200 jin, Zhu Zhanyong was a little glad that he did not inherit this.
"Forget it, it's useless. I have eaten very little every day, but my body is still getting fatter."
After a little delay, Zhu Gaochi felt alive.
At this time, he was in no mood to hit his son again.
Just now, he just pretended to play. He was reluctant to let him play.
After all, Zhu Zhanyong was absolutely a good son, a filial son praised by the government and the public, and an honest man.
Today's explosion may really be an accident.
"You should move more. If you can lie down every day, you can't sit down. If you can sit down, you can't stand up. Dad, from tomorrow, we both should pay attention to health care!"
Zhu Zhanyong is a talented person with a full range of civil and military skills. He is handsome, handsome and has a jade tree facing the wind.
Of course, the predecessor is very satisfactory.
However, the thought that Zhu Zhanyong died in his thirties and had no children in history immediately made him unhappy.
Reluctant to stretch his hand into his crotch to check whether his function is normal, Zhu Zhanyong felt that he should pay attention to health preservation.
It is necessary to develop the industrial and medical level of Daming.
"Am I your father or are you my father?"
Zhu Gaochi glared at Zhu Zhanyong with dissatisfaction.
He felt that his son seemed a bit strange recently.
But I can't say why.
"Dad, you are my dad! Come on, you have just sweated all over. Hurry to take a bath, or you will have a bad cold."
Zhu Zhanyong stepped forward to hold Zhu Gaochi's arm and walked into the palace.
"Zhanyong, although your father is the crown prince and your eldest brother is already the emperor's grandson, my father has never been satisfied with me. That is, my father likes your eldest brother better, otherwise..."
Zhu Zhanyong, who is familiar with the history of the Ming Dynasty, immediately understood the meaning of Zhu Gaochi's words.
Of Zhu Di's three legitimate sons, Zhu Gaochi is the most unlike him.
Zhu Gaoxu, the second son, is his favorite. He also saved Zhu Di's life in the battle of Jingnan.
Even Zhu Di once expressed his intention to pass the crown prince to Zhu Gaoxu.
After Zhu Di ascended the throne, it took several years to set up the crown prince, which made Zhu Gaoxu have some different ideas.
It was clear that the fiefdom was in Yunnan, but Zhu Gaoxu never went to the vassal state, and Zhu Di finally acquiesced.
Fortunately, Zhu Zhanyong also knew that Zhu Gaochi's position looked dangerous, but in fact it was very stable.
Zhu Di, who was wrongly won the throne, absolutely didn't want to see several sons fighting for the throne.
Just like Li Shimin in those days, in fact, as long as Chengqian doesn't bother, even if Li Shimin doesn't like him anymore, he will never destroy him.
Understanding this situation, Zhu Zhanyong can better understand Zhu Gaochi's mood at this time.
So he immediately said, "Don't worry, Dad! I do things in a proper way! Today is really just an accident!"
"Well, Zhan Yong, your father is still at ease. But it will cost a lot of money to renovate the military battle bureau, and the Imperial Court has no money now."
Zhu Gaochi's face was covered with flesh waves, showing a touch of sadness.
"Dad, isn't it money? Don't worry, I'm here!"
Zhu Zhanyong slapped his chest with a thump, but Zhu Gaochi just smiled, apparently not seriously.
