Zhu Biao has been in a bad mood during this break.
Since the last time he gave Han Du's ghost-drawing talisman to Anqing, all the letters exchanged between Anqing and Han Du had turned into such ghost-drawing talismans.
There must be some secret that I don't know about, and Zhu Biao expressed his indignation.
He wanted to find out something, but Han Du cleverly ignored him and pushed him away. He thought that if his sister was more friendly to him, she would tell him the secret inside.
But when Zhu Biao asked Anqing, Anqing answered more simply.
"Is there a secret in this? Brother Prince, have you had too many things and are too tired recently, so you have all these whimsical ideas? These are some random things I drew when I was free, and wanted to show Han Du.
Just look. It's that simple, it's really not as complicated as you think."
Drawn casually? If you hadn't held back the smile in your eyes when you said this, my dear brother, I might have believed it.
And how do you and Han Du manage to draw so neatly and uniformly at random? Is it possible that you two can still be in tune with each other?
Zhu Biao did not ask this question, because he knew that asking would be in vain. An Qing would squint his eyes, nod his head and tell him, "Brother Prince is right, we just have the same understanding."
Zhu Biao lost a lot of his hair and was helpless about the letters between Han Du and An Qing.
Unwilling to give up, Zhu Biao later ran to An Qing and stayed by his side. He also threatened An Qing, "Didn't you say that you were just doodling at will? Then just do it in front of the emperor, otherwise the emperor will never leave again."
I won’t bring you any more letters.”
With a smile in his eyes, An Qing picked up the brush and wrote a series of numbers on the paper casually. After writing, he blew it dry gently, folded it, and handed it to Zhu Biao.
"Brother Prince, look, isn't this just a random drawing by the imperial sister? You still don't believe it after I told you."
Lao Zhu attaches great importance to the education of his children. Not only is he strict with the prince, but he does not relax at all because of his busy government affairs. He also takes his daughter's education seriously. He allows the prince and princess to go to school together, and also specially invites famous scholars to teach him.
, Lao Zhu even personally takes care of each of his children’s schoolwork.
Therefore, Princess Anqing's own knowledge and insight are far beyond ordinary people. In addition, she is extremely intelligent. The Analects of Confucius annotated by Zhu Xi has been firmly remembered in her heart these days.
Therefore, Anqing can easily write what he wants to say using Arabic numerals without flipping through the book.
Zhu Biao was choked by An Qing and became speechless, and left angrily.
Zhu Biao's troubles are not limited to Anqing.
The imperial court was about to launch another Northern Expedition. Although this time it was because Nai'er refused to go south, there was absolutely no reason for the Ming Dynasty to give in.
If you don’t accept it, do it!
Since Nai'er Buhua dared to go south, Ming Dynasty would naturally go north to fight.
The soldiers and horses went ahead before the food and grass were moved. Tang He could still stay at home and lie leisurely. But Zhu Biao was so busy that he was going crazy. He was the prince of the country, recruiting civilians, raising food and grass, preparing ordnance, etc.
Everything needs to be arranged by him.
Therefore, whenever these days come, Zhu Biao always gets up before dawn.
Today, Zhu Biao started handling government affairs early.
At this time, a eunuch came over in a panic.
"What's the matter?" Zhu Biao glanced at it and continued to deal with government affairs at his desk.
The eunuch collapsed and knelt on the ground, and said in despair: "Go back to Your Highness, Your Highness Taisun, he..."
Zhu Biao frowned when he saw the eunuch speaking hesitantly, and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with Xiongying?"
The eldest son Zhu Xiongying was extremely intelligent since childhood, and he was obedient and sensible, like a little adult, which made Zhu Biao worry a lot. Not only was he deeply loved by his father, but Zhu Biao himself also loved this eldest son very much. When he saw him, he felt like
I see myself as a child.
"Your Highness Taisun, you are so angry..."
Wow!
When Zhu Biao suddenly heard the bad news, he was so confused that he accidentally knocked over the pen holder. The brush fell everywhere, and the ink was smeared on the memorial and the brocade robe.
But now Zhu Biao couldn't care about this anymore. He stared at the eunuch with a ferocious face and asked sternly: "What did you say?"
Unfortunately, the eunuch was already trembling on the ground at this time, fearing that the prince's anger would be vented on him.
Zhu Biao suddenly stood up and walked out in a hurry. As he walked, he asked the eunuch: "Have you informed the emperor?"
"Someone has already gone to report to the emperor."
Zhu Biao and Lao Zhu arrived almost one after the other.
Not only Zhu Biao and Lao Zhu were present, but Zhu Biao's concubines, imperial doctors, palace maids and eunuchs were all present.
As soon as Lao Zhu came with Mao Xiang, he ordered: "Mao Xiang, watch everyone. No one is allowed to leave, let alone move around."
Seeing that Zhu Biao was about to lead the concubine to salute, he waved to stop.
"Where is my grandson?"
Zhu Biao looked sad and stretched out his hand to signal.
Lao Zhu came to the bed, tears welling up in his eyes. The hand that held the power of life and death for millions of creatures was trembling at the moment when it was stretched out.
A child of seven or eight years old was lying quietly on the bed, as if he was asleep. His eyes were closed, but his immature face was twisted into a look of horror.
I don’t know what kind of crime my grandson suffered.
Lao Zhu put his fingers under the child's breath and probed again and again. There was only a cold feeling, no breath at all, and no miracle happened.
Get up and look back.
The sadness on Lao Zhu's face had faded away, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness on his face.
"What on earth is going on? Why is my grandson gone?"
Facing the furious emperor, everyone knelt on the ground.
At this time, only Zhu Biao dared to speak. He forced himself to stay strong and said: "A palace maid serving Xiongying found it this morning. When she found it, Xiongying was already gone."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
....”
Lao Zhu did not go to comfort Zhu Biao, but glanced coldly at the palace maid who was kneeling on the ground.
"Who discovered it this morning?"
A palace maid who kept trembling replied in a low voice: "Hui, back to the emperor, I am a slave..."
"Drag her out and kill her." There was no movement in Lao Zhu's eyes. Killing a palace maid was like killing an ant.
Lao Zhu gave the order, and guards from both sides immediately came forward, grabbed the palace maid's arms from left to right, and dragged her away.
When the palace maid heard that she was about to beheaded, her face instantly turned pale, and she kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, spare my life, Your Majesty, spare my life."