Emperor Hongwen was so impressed that he heard these remarks.
The 800,000 people, if you want to kill them, you can catch them all in one go?
After killing them all, who will farm for them? Who will work hard for them?
He was so angry that he even wanted to curse a fool.
With a wave of his hand, he stopped the argument of the ministers, and was justified: "Since such a big thing happened, we cannot be helpless in Pingcheng. In the past, many of the key strategies that the ancestors of the late emperors and ancestors went to war were decided in Beiwudang.
You might as well go to Beiwudang to have a look, maybe you will have some inspiration. Moreover, the terrain and supply there are easy to set off…”
The ministers felt that something was wrong and they wanted to object, but they could not find a more appropriate reason.
The King of Jingzhao saw the opportunity and saw it: "Your Majesty, in Beiwudang for eight or nine months in a year, wouldn't it be very incompatible with the ancestral system?"
Emperor Hongwen calmly said: "Old Prince, if you think of a plan to retreat to the enemy now, of course I can't go."
No one dares to answer again.
Emperor Hongwen came to Beiwudang early with justification.
Last year, today, the peach blossoms on the face of the human face were red; this year, today, the peach blossoms on the face of the human face were very different.
Outside the Cining Palace, flowers and branches were shaking, and Emperor Hongwen almost disappeared due to his worries about war.
Oh, look at that little guy, under the flower tree, raised his small head, looked at the sky lark running in the sky, giggled for a while, then lowered his head to look at the lazy cat. Then, he reached out to catch it: "
Oh...help me...the queen mother...help..."
At this time, the little prince was almost one year old. The little guy was very strong and could stagger around. He followed his mother like a little tail, giggling and shouting as he walked: "The Queen Mother...
…The Queen Mother…”
It was like a chicken pecking at rice.
My legs tilted and I almost fell down.
Fangfei's eyes were clear and quick-witted, and reached out to hug the child. Seeing that he had puffed his mouth and was about to cry, he hugged him high and almost put his nose on the branches of the peach tree: "Hong'er, look, are peach blossoms good?
?”
If peach blossoms are not good, the birds flying over are better.