Chapter 32: The Land of the Han Dynasty is Thousands of Miles
The war genes of the clan kings were ignited!
Zhu Yunxi breathed a sigh of relief. He first deliberately quarreled with his thirteenth uncle, then told fairy tales to his twenty-third uncle, and argued with his seventeenth uncle Zhu Quan.
The purpose is to enable them to look beyond the Central Plains.
Rather than leaving these people and their descendants to carve up the entire Ming Dynasty, relying on the blood of the Zhu family, and defeating the entire Ming Dynasty, it is better to let them go out and fight for the country.
Even if they... sacrifice their lives for the country!
Little Twenty-three Zhu Song, who had previously teased Little Twenty-three Zhu Huang, was anxious when he saw that several of his elder brothers were going to lead the troops in person.
He himself is only in his teens this year, and even if he leaves the palace, he has to get his father's permission.
However, he also wanted to regain his homeland for the Ming Dynasty!
Involuntarily, Zhu Song waved his hands anxiously and shouted: "I want grandpa to take me on an expedition!"
Twenty-one Zhu Mo on the side quickly echoed: "I also want my grandpa to take me back to my hometown!"
At this moment, Little Twenty-two and Little Twenty-three widened their eyes anxiously.
The two of them almost said in unison: "I, I, I... I want my uncle to take me to rob it!"
While talking, the two youngest looked at the two brothers Zhu Song and Zhu Mo with arrogant expressions.
snort!
You two have your grandfather leading the army, and we also have our uncle leading the army!
When Zhu Quan saw that his clan brothers, no matter how big or small, all had the will to fight for the Ming Dynasty, something strange flashed in his heart.
He turned to look at Zhu Gui: "Brother Thirteen, if Yun Xi hadn't read as many books as he did, I'm afraid we wouldn't even know now that there are still places in this world where crops are harvested three times a year, and there are countless places with rich products out there.
And these places are actually my hometown in the Central Plains!"
At this time, Zhu Gui also retracted his previous dissatisfaction with Zhu Yunxi, but he pretended to be calm and said: "Seventeen, you said earlier that you would ask your father to change the title. Then call us together."
Zhu Yunxi interrupted at the right time and said loudly: "Uncles, our Han Dynasty is thousands of miles wide, and there are countless territories outside the Central Plains. It is still vacant outside the territory. Our Ming Dynasty clan is based between heaven and earth, and it should be the national social plan.
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"What a beautiful place!"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a heroic response from the distance.
Zhu Yunxi has not yet reacted.
All the uncles present, including the thirteenth uncle Zhu Gui, all trembled.
Seeing that several younger uncles, including the twenty-third uncle Zhu Huan, had already hid behind the older brothers.
Zhu Yunxi slowly looked over there, but his heart skipped a beat.
I don't know when Zhu Yuanzhang came over with a group of people.
Behind him is Fang Xiaoru, who just agreed yesterday to enter the palace to teach today. Next to him is Zhu Yunwen with an ambiguous expression, glancing at Zhu Yunxi from time to time.
Zhu Biao was not present, and he was probably left by the old man to handle state affairs in the Zhongji Hall.
Behind them are several civil servants wearing bird patches.
Zhu Yunxi glanced at the uncles behind him. Even his thirteenth uncle Zhu Gui, who used to have the most violent temper, had already lowered his head, respectfully, and carefully bowed and clasped his fists in salute.
"My sons and ministers see my father."
The old man is still scary!
Zhu Yunxi bowed respectfully, crossed his hands and clasped his fists: "My grandson, please see Grandpa. Grandpa is in good health."
Zhu Yuanzhang, who had already walked over, had a smile on his face, his face was radiant, and he waved his hands energetically: "We are very good! But Yunxi, you said that our country is thousands of miles away?"
Zhu Yunxi nodded and whispered: "My grandson entered the main hall today with all my uncles. I had a few casual chats while waiting for my husband to be free."
Zhu Yuanzhang smiled broadly: "What did you say? Tell us too."
These children in front of him are all his descendants, Zhu Chongba.
Zhu Yuanzhang was happy from the bottom of his heart to see these children enjoying themselves and being harmonious.
Especially in these years, after Queen Ma passed away, there was no one close to her, and the women in the harem were just competing for favor.
Zhu Yuanzhang was both a father and a mother, working hard and hard.
In addition to the Ming Dynasty, the country, and the billions of people, the rest of what he did was not just for the children in front of him.
Zhu Yunwen also stared at Zhu Yunxi silently with a complicated expression. He had always been wary of Zhu Yunxi and secretly hated him. But he was very satisfied with the news told by Zhu Yunxi.
After returning to the palace yesterday, late into the night, he still had endless aftertaste, almost eating it to the core. He wished he could perform another feat and go to the Jiaofang Division to have fun with that damned maid, Sister Yan.
Seeing that Zhu Yuanzhang actually asked about the previous incident, Zhu Yunxi glanced at the officials behind the old man, but it was difficult to explain for a while.
Could he say in front of these Confucian elites that he wanted to encourage Ming Dynasty to embark on the path of colonizing the world?
I'm afraid that as soon as he said these words, he would be scolded by these Confucian elites for being militaristic.
However, reality always backfires.
The twenty-third uncle Zhu Huang, who was supposed to be the most responsible, immediately poked his head out from behind the seventeenth brother Zhu Quan, and said cautiously: "Father, Yunxi said that there is someone south of the Guangxi Chief Envoy Division.
The place where the year is ripe is our homeland in the Central Plains. Should our family be taken back?"
Uncle Twenty-Third is cheating his nephew!
Zhu Yunxi shouted in his heart that something was wrong.
Sure enough, before he could even open his mouth to explain.
Zhu Yuanzhang immediately glared, clearly aiming at Zhu Yunxi.
But Little Twenty-Three Zhu Huang, who poked his head out from behind Zhu Quan, trembled all over and hurriedly grabbed Zhu Quan's clothes, retracted and hid behind him.
At this time, Zhu Yunwen, who had deliberately waited for Grandpa Huang and the gentlemen to come to the main hall today and followed him, couldn't help but sneer in his heart.
Well, Zhu Yunxi, you are finally exposed!
You are just a reckless and militaristic man!
If you succeed in the future, I'm afraid the Ming Dynasty will be dragged into the quagmire by you!
Zhu Yuanzhang had a sullen face and glanced at Zhu Yunxi.
Ever since this sweet grandson fell into the water in the East Palace Lotus Pond that day, everything has been in line with his own ideas, and he looks exactly like himself in every aspect.
But his head seemed to be filled with countless fantastic ideas.
To ordinary people, this would not be a bad thing. But to the royal family members of the Ming Dynasty, it was like a hidden thunder that could cause catastrophic disasters at any time.
Behind him, an old man in his eighties walked out directly.
"The emperor's grandson said that the land south of Guangxi is my homeland in the Central Plains. I don't know where this statement came from."
Zhu Yunxi raised his head and looked over.
He had the impression that this old man was Liu Sanwu, who called himself Tan Tan Weng, and was now an official in the imperial court.
This is an old scholar who is more prestigious than Fang Xiaoru among Confucian scholars.
Zhu Yunxi was not afraid.
Especially on the political issue of the future direction of the Ming lord and his contribution to the empire, he was determined not to give in.
"Master Liu, the south of Guangxi has been my homeland in the Central Plains since ancient times. I am not wrong in what I said!"