During the Northern Expedition in February of the 25th year of Hongwu's reign, Prince Zhu Biao was still there.
"The boss is still here, and these brothers are starting to communicate in secret?"
Holding on to the doorframe, the old man squeezed his fingers tightly to prevent his body from shaking.
"You are really our good sons, you are all our good sons. We enfeoffed you for the sake of the important border areas of the Ming Dynasty. But you"
The old man said silently in his heart and walked slowly inside.
There was no one in the empty hall, and the dragon chair was particularly eye-catching.
"Back then, I should have listened to Liu Bowen!" The old man sat down on the stool and looked at the dragon chair in trance.
When the vassal kings were first enfeoffed, Liu Bowen was the first among the officials to oppose it. He kept reminding the old man of the rebellion between the Han and Jin Dynasties.
I even said something to the old man in private: The most difficult thing in the world to level is not the ravine, but the human heart!
"The boss is still here, and these little ones are just talking together!"
"The boss is gone, these little ones are even more lawless!" Remember the website address: m.wxsy.
The eldest brother is gone, and the second child is also poisoned to death. Seeing that the other little ones are getting older day by day, he is getting older day by day!
The old man suddenly understood why there were always many things hidden behind his eldest grandson's smile.
That is a kind of worry about the future!
Behind that smile was a kind of entanglement, a kind of sigh that his father used to make every night.
"But, what to do?"
For the first time in his life, the old man felt powerless.
If other people were like this, they would be nothing more than a murderer. Killing until heads are rolling, corpses strewn across the fields, and killing until the world is pure.
But these are all my own sons!
The sons he has high hopes for!
He first hoped that these sons would protect the crown prince and safeguard the Ming Dynasty. Later, he hoped that these sons would protect the crown prince and sit firmly on the throne.
But it backfired!
The old man is an emperor with a background of killing. He has seen as many conspiracies and tricks as dead people in his life.
Although the sons didn't do anything, they already showed their feelings.
Exchange what you have, come and go often!
The same spirit connects the branches, advancing and retreating together!
"Father!" Prince Ning called weakly and softly outside the palace.
The old man didn't move, "Look back, write it down for us!"
"My son obeys the decree!" The heavy stone in Prince Ning's heart slowly relaxed a little.
Judging from the old man's tone, it's probably because the matter can be slowed down and the public will not be held accountable. If I tell the truth about my brothers, it will be difficult for the old man to be held accountable.
"Let's find a place for you to write! Pu Bucheng!" the old man shouted.
"The slave is here!" Pu Bucheng appeared in the shadows.
"Find a place for this bastard. Don't let him see anyone, and don't let anyone see him, including the emperor's grandson!" the old man said weakly.
Prince Ning was very anxious, "Father!"
He suddenly became scared again. He had no idea what the old man meant by what he said. Where was he going to be imprisoned?
But after shouting once, he didn't dare to shout again.
Beside him, several warriors in black appeared silently, looking at him coldly.
"Father, please take care of yourself. I will leave first!" King Ning kowtowed and followed a few warriors down.
"Take care of yourself!"
In the palace, the old man sneered, "If we can prevent you from being mad to death, we are lucky!"
King Ning left, and the surroundings fell into silence again.
On the imperial desk, the hourglass recording the passage of time made a faint sound.
The old man was still sitting on the stool, and the light coming in from the window stretched his figure very long.
He was the only one in the hall, with his equally lonely shadow.
Slowly, there were footsteps. Pu Bucheng quietly came to the old man's side and stood in silence.
"You old dog! Why are you so talkative when we discipline our son?" The old man looked at his own shadow and cursed.
Pu Bucheng knelt down and whispered, "Slave, I don't want Your Majesty to be infamous!"
"Don't we have enough reputations? One more is nothing?" The old man laughed at himself, "It's just that we can be ruthless to others, but we can't be ruthless to our own son. Hey, one thing is worth another.
, tit for tat!"
As he said this, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "Today, I can no longer hit or scold. If I had known this, I should have beaten and taken care of it earlier!"
The old man really neglected to discipline these young sons. Different from being strict with the adult princes, as long as the twenty-year-old princes showed some talent and learning ability since childhood, the old man would like to praise them to heaven.
As a father, don’t you just hope that your son will have a bright future?
"This slave has something to say. Even if the emperor kills this slave, I will still say it!" Pu Bucheng said.
The old man looked at him and said, "You are so bold today? Are you willing to speak even if you risk your life?"
"My slaves are like pigs and dogs, and I have no place in speaking about military and state affairs. But I have served you for decades and watched these princes and grandsons grow up. Therefore, I want to say some common things!"
"Homely cooking?" The old man smiled and said, "Okay, you can tell me!"
"Your Majesty!" Pu Bucheng raised his head with a sincere look, "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings, let them do it! At your age, you can't control that much."
"How long can you take care of it? Besides, when the children are older, they all have their own thoughts. It is impossible to follow the path given by the old man and walk peacefully."
The old man looked at him, his eyes softened, "You know nothing, and you have never been a father!"
"Although I am not blessed to be a father in this life, I know that I have a headache when I have too many sons. Even if ordinary people's families seem to be harmonious, in fact, they are all little ninety-nine in their hearts! The sons compete for the family property, and they are submissive on the surface, but in fact they do everything they want behind the scenes.
pole!"
"Take the slaves as an example. At the beginning, the four brothers in the family were all strong laborers. Logically speaking, they should have a share of food and drink. But they still sent the slaves to the government, purified themselves, offered them to the purchasers of the Dayuan Palace, and worked as slaves in the palace!
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"Why? Because by doing this, my three brothers will have one less person to share the family's small property with them in the future, and there will be one less mouth in the family, so their wives and children can eat more!"
"Besides, there is still money left after selling the slave, and the three of them can still share some!"
"This is especially true for rich families. Whoever the elders favor will be hated by the brothers. For those from a wealthy family, if the legitimate sons are superior, the bastards will get together!"
"That's what people's hearts are like!"
"We also know this!" the old man said slowly, "sometimes brothers are worse than friends. If the family division is uneven, there are not a few brothers who become enemies."
Pu Bucheng smiled slightly and continued, "Besides, although I am not a Han, I have heard the old saying of the Han people. It is not up to you to control the child when it is old. When the child is old, you cannot control it!"
As he spoke, he lowered his head and said, "You have been sick several times this year, and you can see how miserable your body is. If you don't care about this anymore, how can your body bear it?"
"You have left all the state affairs to His Highness, why not leave all the household affairs to him as well. He is your chosen successor, there are always some things that he has to do!"
"It's an annoying thing. How about pretending to be ignorant and teasing the emperor's great-grandson and the little princess every day to take care of yourself as long as you can?"
Yes, the old man sighed in his heart.
In fact, some things will go away if you just turn a blind eye. At my age, half of my neck is buried in loess, so why do I care about so many things?
but
"What you said makes sense!" The old man put his hands on his knees, stood up and said, "But our family belongs to the Ming Dynasty."
"Housework in the Ming Dynasty was not about dividing the wealth among wealthy families!"
"We can let them have sons first and ministers later. But for the new king, they must be ministers and cannot have two minds!"
"If we pretend to be confused, we will harm them!"
As he said that, the old man walked hard to the imperial desk. The shadow on the ground was at a right angle to his body, as if the shadow had fallen to the ground.
"We have a will for you! It seems that it needs to be changed!"
At this time, the old man walked to the imperial desk and was about to sit down, but his body suddenly went limp.
"Your Majesty!"
While Pu Bucheng exclaimed, the old man fell directly next to the dragon chair.
"Don't make a sound!" The old man said stubbornly, holding on to the dragon chair with all his strength, slowly getting up and sitting down.
Pu Bucheng kowtowed and cried, "Your Majesty, please send the imperial doctor!"
"Don't tell it!" The old man covered his mouth, "Don't tell it, don't let our eldest grandson know!"
This chapter has been completed!