You should know that the materials needed for the pavilion are various water-squirting stone dragons, and the cost of this is very high. Even if Emperor Hongwen can tolerate it, then, the cost of enduring the method is too high, right?
Fangfei was really stunned and frightened, not knowing that it was for Luo Jia, for the prince, or even the treasury of the northern country. She couldn't help but regard the current Hongwen Emperor as the prince of the past, so she always
Holding such strong expectations.
But, Emperor Hongwen, is he really the prince of the past?
Is it still the Prince of the Crown Prince who tried to work hard to govern, not be good at women, not be good at sensuality, and did not advocate luxury?
Hong!
Is he still that Hong?
Further away, Yi Hun walked by with a proud look. Behind him, a minister followed him with a stick, as if he was the local emperor in this world.
Fangfei felt a stern. Looking around, there was only a group of gray-clad men on the hillside blocking everyone from walking towards Luo Jia's tomb.
And Yi Hun would never take the initiative to approach the tomb of the late emperor. For him, it was a psychological suppression that he could not avoid.
The sun was getting more and more tilted, and Fangfei leaned blankly against the tombstone.
There was silence around, and many things flashed through my mind. Yihun, Emperor Hongwen, and the northern country, how should we deal with this?
What are the people you can rely on?
Wang Su, Li Yi, King Dongyang? But is that all alone enough?
You should know that Wang Su and Li Yi have been marginalized and cannot get close to the core regime at all; and the King of Dongyang has been deprived of all his official titles.
If you have to rely on these people to fight Yi Hun, wouldn’t you hit the stone with an egg?
The most important thing is Emperor Hongwen. What is his thought?
By this time, she had not yet figured out all his intentions. She was as tired as looking at flowers in the fog.
She was tired of thinking, and her mind was drowsy. In the summer evening, the evening breeze was filled with heat. She simply lay on the kneeling mat beside her, pillowing her hands, staring straight at Luo Jia's grave.
After lying down, I fell into a daze without realizing it.