Chapter VIII The Emperor's Grandson of the Ming Dynasty
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"Dad, something big happened!"
A loud roar sounded in a cluster of luxurious residences not far from the west side of the Yingtian City Imperial City.
A young man dressed in blue satin with patterns of flowers and birds, his left hand resting on the handle of a knife hanging at his waist, ran like the wind and rushed into the main hall of the nave.
Although the young man ran very fast, his face could not hide the joy, as if a big happy event was coming.
In the main hall, I saw a burly, round-faced military general wearing a unicorn patch, holding a cup of tea and squinting his eyes, enjoying the pressure of two delicate-looking maids behind him.
Seeing the young man rushing in impatiently, he couldn't help but frown, and slowly opened his eyes. Just a glance made the young man who rushed in tremble, and he quickly stood on the spot with his hands and feet tied, his head lowered.
Dare to make a sound.
"Lan Chun, the general of an army and the commander of all armies, should be as stable as Mount Tai even if the sky falls apart and the earth falls apart. Have you forgotten the lesson?"
At the end of his speech, Lan Yu waved his hand to the two maids behind him to retreat, and then slapped the table next to him heavily.
Today's Lan Yu is already the Duke of Liang Kingdom of the Ming Dynasty. After the death of the two kings of Zhongshan and Kaiping, he almost became the number one man in the army, but he has a violent temper and does not know how to restrain himself.
This is true even at home.
The young man named Lan Chun by Lan Yu is his eldest son and is currently on errands in the Fifth Army Commander's Mansion.
Lan Chun saw that his father was already angry, but today he didn't take it seriously. He looked at the two maids who just retreated to the corner and said in a deep voice: "You all get out!"
When the maids left, Lan Yu looked at Lan Chun impatiently: "What happened? Could it be that Yuan Ren broke into the pass again?"
When he said this, Lan Yu's eyes flashed with excitement.
Among the generals in the army of several countries, he felt that it was difficult for anyone to compare with him.
If he hadn't done something wrong, as early as the 21st year of Hongwu, when he went north to conquer the Yuan people and returned to the court with his troops, he should have been named Liang Guogong instead of the Liangzi he is today!
At this time, Lan Chun became more and more impatient. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said in a suppressed voice: "Dad, your Majesty went to the East Palace Academy today and praised your nephew Yunxi for being the son of Qilin!"
Lan Yu is the brother-in-law of King Chang Yuchun of Kaiping, who is also the father-in-law of Prince Zhu Biao. From here on, Lan Yu can be regarded as Zhu Biao's uncle and Zhu Yunxi's uncle.
Lan Yu's son Lan Chun should be called Zhu Yunxi's nephew according to his seniority.
At this time, when Lan Yu heard that Lan Chun suddenly said this, her hand that was originally pressed on the table couldn't help but tremble, and her whole body swayed slightly.
Immediately, he looked at Lan Chun with joy and asked: "Is this true? When did it happen? Why? What happened in the East Palace today?"
Lan Yu asked several questions on her face, clearly showing the urgency in her heart.
Lan Chun raised the corner of his mouth and smiled. It was precisely because he had grasped his father's nature that he dared to be so reckless today.
After taking a moment to breathe, Lan Chun said: "Yesterday, Yunxi fell into the water in the East Palace and was rescued. As you know, there have been a lot of big events in the court these days, and neither His Majesty nor the Crown Prince went to check on the situation. The two of them went to the East Palace today.
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"Then it came out that His Majesty's praise of Yunxi was a matter of Qilinzi."
After explaining, Lan Chun picked up the tea on the side and poured it into his stomach. Then he said with excitement on his face: "Dad! We have the grandson of the Ming Dynasty emperor!"
When Lan Yu heard this, she couldn't help but trembled in her heart.
In recent years, although Lan Yu regarded herself as a princeling, because of the untimely death of Zhu Xiongying, the true eldest son and eldest grandson of the Ming Dynasty in the fifteenth year of Hongwu, her heart has been hanging and she has not been able to settle down for a long time.
It was no longer possible for him to conceal the excitement in his heart: "Tell me clearly, what exactly happened in the palace today, and why did your majesty say so?"
After finishing speaking, Lan Yu stared at Lan Chun with excitement, expecting to get more detailed information.
Lan Chun shook his head: "But what happened after the previous morning court. At this time, only a few words were leaked, but your Majesty did say that Yunxi was the son of Qilin of the Ming Dynasty."
With a sudden sound, Lan Yu stood up from the chair.
He put his hands on his hips, held his head high, and paced back and forth in the main hall.
If it had been Hongwu fifteen years ago, in his heart, the prince would be the future emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and after the prince, he would be his eldest nephew Zhu Xiongying.
As long as it is done properly and the Lan family always sides with the prince, they can gain glory for three dynasties in vain, and even retire with the country in the future!
However, Zhu Xiongying died young, and his nephew Zhu Yunxi grew up in the hands of the palace woman, and was weak and incompetent by nature.
On the contrary, Zhu Yunwen, the eldest son of the concubine, studied since he was a child and developed a pure, filial and benevolent character.
After Zhu Xiongying died at an early age, it attracted countless people's secret thoughts for a while.
Now His Majesty actually praises Yunxi as a son of Qilin, which is almost as good as the words of a good saint-grandson!
The more Lan Yu thought about it, the harder it became to suppress the depression in her heart.
Immediately, he stood in the hall with his hands on his hips and roared a few times to vent the turbulent emotions in his heart.
The opportunity for the Lan family to reunite with the country is back!
Lan Yu was very excited at this time.
With a smile on his face, Lan Chun suddenly thought of another thing and said, "It's just that... I heard that King Yan went to speak to His Majesty and the Crown Prince. Starting tomorrow, Yunxi can leave the palace and go to Duke Cao Guo.
Mansion, learn military skills from Li Jiujiang..."
As he spoke, Lan Chun raised his head and glanced at his father.
really.
After hearing Lan Chun's words, Lan Yu's eyes suddenly widened, like an evil tiger and a lone wolf, and said coldly and disdainfully: "Li Jiujiang, a kid, relies on his father, how can he show his true military ability! Today..."
At this point, Lan Yu suddenly paused and turned his eyes: "No! The commander will go and rescue Yunxi tomorrow, so as not to learn some useless kung fu!"
Lan Chun, who had known that his father would dare to do such a thing, could only smile bitterly and whispered: "Father, aren't you afraid that Your Majesty will be angry and blame you?"
Lan Yu's eyes narrowed at first, and then she stiffened her neck and raised her head and said: "I am a princeling, a man of the prince. The prince's legitimate son is learning military affairs, how can I hide my clumsiness!"
Lan Chun smiled more and more bitterly.
In the Ming Dynasty, only his father dared to show that he was a princeling without any scruples.
If it were a different king, I'm afraid not only his own family, but also the prince would have been suppressed and warned.
However, Lan Yu didn't care about this, and started pacing again, just thinking about how she could teach her nephew, whom His Majesty called Qilinzi, in the future.
At night.
What happened in the palace is still spreading slowly, and the detailed inside story has not been completely exposed.
However, some people who know the whole story have already begun to take action.
The Prince's Bedroom in the East Palace.
There are servants on duty outside the hall, but there is no one around in the hall. Under the light of the lamp, only two figures are printed on the tent.
Even though he had been at the Zhongji Hall during the day, handling countless memorials from officials of the DPRK and Central Government together with Zhu Yuanzhang, after returning to the East Palace, Zhu Biao was still at his desk reviewing state affairs that seemed to never decrease.
The prince's step-concubine, Lu, had already washed herself and was dressed in a light and smooth silk lining. She was sitting on the couch opposite Zhu Biao with her hips bent, her tight and round figure stretched into sharp edges.
With a smile on her face, Mrs. Lu pushed the bowl of soup she had cooked with her own hands in front of Zhu Biao.