‘There was a loud noise in the sky, and I made a shining appearance.’

Ji Boying listened to the remaining rumbling sound in his ears, which was the incidental BGM of the time-travel arrival.

Somewhat helpless, he just wants to be a low-key macho.

‘Huh? Who is this guy?’

With his legs crossed and half leaning on Lao Zhu's dragon chair, Ji Boying looked at the stranger in the hall. This young man who looked slightly stupid... looked a bit like Zhu Laosi.

Ji Boying has never seen young Zhu Di, but he only thinks that this young man is very similar to Zhu Laosi from Jianwen Time and Space.

After the thunder, a slightly embarrassing sound of dry coughing sounded in the hall.

Abiao patted Zhu Laosi on the shoulder again.

Suddenly, the dragon chair in the Emperor's Palace flashed across the corner of his eyes, and he saw Ji Boying sitting on the dragon chair, and his expression suddenly changed.

"Bold!"

Zhu Si also saw Ji Boying and shouted loudly.

"Bold!"

And at the next moment, another bold voice sounded in the Fengtian Hall.

Just when Zhu Di was confused, he felt his butt being kicked hard and he was thrown forward. Just when he was about to turn around and fight back, Lao Zhu's fierce face came into his eyes.

Plop.

Zhu Si knelt down instantly.

"Holy Father, be in peace!"

Zhu Biao on the side looked surprised. Zhu Si scolded Ji Boying because he was sitting on the dragon chair, but his father was angry because the fourth scolded Ji Boying.

This means that my father agrees that Ji Boying is qualified to sit on the dragon throne.

Zhu Biao's heart was in turmoil.

This is the supreme dragon chair that only the emperor can sit on. Even if Zhu Biao is the prince, as long as he has not ascended the throne for a day, anyone who comes near this dragon chair will be guilty of treason.

‘What exactly happened the hour after my father and Ji Boying left?’

Zhu Biao was surprised and confused. It was clear that an hour ago, his father wanted to kill Ji Boying, and he was still thinking of ways to save Ji Boying's life. How could it happen like this?

Could it be possible that he really went to the Jianwen Dynasty?!

In fact, Zhu Biao was skeptical about going to Jianwen Dynasty, and he was more inclined to think that this was Zhu Di's trick of transforming people into a living person.

"Father."

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Yuanzhang before he could ask.

"Mr. Ji is our sworn brother, your imperial uncle, and our immortal master of the Ming Dynasty. Mr. Ji's words are our words, and Mr. Ji's orders are equal to our will. What do you think of Mr. Ji?"

, respect me more than you do!"

‘Uncle Imperial?’

Zhu Biao and Zhu Di were confused when they heard this. All of Lao Zhu's brothers had died long ago. Why did a sworn brother suddenly appear?

I saw Lao Zhu talking as he walked up the palace steps, came to the dragon chair, and sat down on the right side.

In fact, the dragon chair is 1.6 meters wide, so it is not crowded at all for two people.

"It's not that I want to sit in your chair, it's just that there's something wrong with the operation."

After all, this was the first time Ji Boying took someone through time. When he took Lao Zhu from Jianwen back to Hongwu, he accidentally reversed the two people's landing points.

However, this dragon chair is really uncomfortable to sit on. It is too tight on the buttocks and is not as good as a sofa.

"It's just a chair. If brother likes it, I'll find someone to make another one that's exactly the same tomorrow."

Lao Zhu didn't mind at all, and then looked at Xiao Zhu Si kneeling in the hall, his eyes instantly turned cold.

I just came back from the Jianwen Dynasty and saw with my own eyes that Zhu Laosi of the Jianwen Dynasty successfully rebelled. Although between Zhu Yunwen and Zhu Di, Lao Zhu finally chose Zhu Di.

But that is based on the fact that Zhu Yunwen is a waste who cannot hold the throne, and Zhu Di has used his own ability to prove that he is more suitable for the throne.

As far as Lao Zhu is concerned, it’s still the same sentence.

Everything in heaven and earth is yours if we give it to you. If we don’t give it to you, you can’t take it away.

Lao Zhu felt somewhat unhappy about Zhu Di's rebellion to seize the throne.

Zhu Si, who was kneeling on his knees, suddenly felt a thump in his heart. He immediately went through the things he had done in the past few months in his head. He thought to himself that he had been very honest recently, neither stealing chickens nor walking dogs.

I originally wanted to ask for an imperial edict to grant vassal status, but I didn't dare to open my mouth to say a word.

"If you fart, hurry up and get out of here."

Lao Zhu said coldly, and Zhu Di was so frightened that he broke into cold sweat on his forehead. He thought that he was unlucky today, and his mind was in a mess, and he didn't know what to say.

"Father, in a few months the fourth child will be turning 20. According to the rules, he should go to Peking to join the feudal clan. I also ask for permission from my father."

Zhu Biao said.

In his opinion, this is a normal thing. After all, applying for a vassal status is just a formality. The second and third sons who obtained vassal status in the past two years followed this process.

"Just a vassal state?"

"Just shit!"

Lao Zhu patted the dragon chair and glared at the kneeling Zhu Di. When he thought that Zhu Laosi would raise troops from Peking in the future to rebel, even though it was not his own rebellion, he became very angry.

In addition, Lao Zhu also has a little idea.

‘Whether things can be changed in the future, Master Immortal Cai did not say directly just now. In other words, it is possible that they cannot be changed.’

Lao Zhu is a father, but he is also an emperor. In Lao Zhu’s eyes, the Ming Dynasty’s foundation is the first priority.

If the future cannot be changed, his eldest son Zhu Biao is destined to die, and his eldest grandson Zhu Xiongying is destined to die young, then Lao Zhu will have to think in advance about his successor.

The Jingnan dynasty of Jianwen Dynasty has proved that Zhu Yunwen is a waste.

As for his fourth son, he was the most outstanding among the princes both in literature and martial arts, so Lao Zhu did not plan to let Zhu Di go to the vassal, but kept him by his side to train him as a backup for the prince.

Zhu Si didn’t know what Lao Zhu was thinking.

‘Dad, what do you mean?!’

At this time, Zhu Si was both scared and angry. The second and third sons had all gone to the feudal land to live freely, so why not let him become a feudal lord?

"Speaking of Fan, I suddenly remembered something."

A calm voice sounded from the other side of the dragon chair.

"Chongba, have you set up a system for the inheritance of titles for future generations?"

‘Double Eight?!’

Zhu Biao and Zhu Di's eyes trembled again when they heard this. In the whole world, only their father's wife, Queen Ma, dared to call them double eight, and that only when there was no one else around.

The two brothers subconsciously looked at Lao Zhu and were even more stunned.

Because Lao Zhu showed no signs of being angry at all, instead he was grinning.

"Yes!"

Lao Zhu smiled like an emperor weighing more than a hundred pounds. He seemed very satisfied with his system.

"Biao'er, come and tell your uncle the grandmaster title system we have established."

As the only founding emperor in history who came from a grass-roots background, Lao Zhu was a farmer at heart, just like what tens of millions of farmers in this land said.

What do you want to live for in this life? Not for your children and grandchildren.

Precisely because he has suffered too much, Lao Zhu hopes that his children and grandchildren can enjoy happiness.

"Yes."

Zhu Biao took a deep breath, looked at Ji Boying, who was holding a cigarette in his mouth, and opened his mouth with some embarrassment.

"Uncle Huang."

"My father has set a total of eight levels of titles for his descendants: prince, county king, general of Zhenguo, general of auxiliary state, general of Fengguo, lieutenant of Zhenguo, lieutenant of auxiliary state, lieutenant of Fengguo. From the time of lieutenant of Fengguo, there will be no more titles.

After being demoted, all future generations will be enthroned as lieutenants of the country."

As Lao Zhu listened to the idea of ​​a title system that he had spent more than a dozen nights thinking about, the smile on his face grew wider and wider as he listened, and his proud expression was clearly visible.

In his opinion, this is simply a genius design.

"Among the many reasons for the fall of the Ming Dynasty, this title inheritance system should be the first crime."
Chapter completed!