Zhu Laosi was still angry and glanced at his three sons and a good grandson.
"Sit down, I called you here today to discuss the matter of Arutai."
The three brothers, Zhu Gaochi (big fat man), Zhu Gaoxu (big beard), and Zhu Gaosui (skinny monkey), sat down at the table. The big fat man was on the left, the big beard and the thin monkey were on the right, and Zhu Zhanji was an honest man.
He stood behind his father and waited obediently.
"Boss, you speak first."
Old Zhu Di was wearing a red dragon robe. He had one foot on the chair and leaned sideways on the wide chair. He glanced at the fat Zhu Gaochi with drooped eyelids.
"Yes."
Big Fatty Zhu held his belt and straightened his body. This chair was really a bit cramped for him.
"What I mean is that we should continue to live in peace with all the grassland tribes and share peace and tranquility. After all, Arutai just robbed something and did not raise a flag to rebel. He only needs to strengthen the preparation of the border troops and then write a letter to let Arutai
Lu Tai just asks for forgiveness."
When Big Fat was talking, both Big Beard and Skinny Monkey had disdain on their faces. Before Big Fat finished speaking, Big Beard had already spoken.
"Boss, what you said is wrong. Arutai is just a small fight, but Nawala Tuohuan has unified all the tribes of Wala. I also heard that his son was born first, and his name is Ying Gu Lang Shi.
There are rumors on the grassland, the fortune teller said that this one also has the appearance of an emperor first."
Zhu Gaosui immediately took over and gave professional advice.
"The appearance of an emperor? This is incredible!"
"On this basis, we have to send troops to defeat him."
"It's definitely going to end!"
Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui sang together.
Big Fatty Zhu waved his hand.
"Fortune telling is not trustworthy. It's just rumors. It's just a child, so what can it mean?"
Zhu Gaoxu slapped his thigh and looked at Zhu Di who was watching the excitement.
"What does it mean? Father, this shows that Wala has a disobedient heart!"
"Yes!"
"This time we not only want to fight against the Tatars' Arutai, but also take away the Oala's pleasure!"
Zhu Gaosui next to him patted his thigh.
Zhu Gaochi also looked at Zhu Di.
"Father, if you want all the grassland tribes to surrender, you must have a heart of benevolence and obey others with kindness."
"Benevolence and benevolence, boss, you talk about benevolence all day long. Benevolence is of no use. Benevolence can keep those Tatars from disturbing us?!"
Zhu Gaoxu interrupted.
"It's useless."
Zhu Gaosui followed.
Zhu Gaochi stopped talking and put his hands into his sleeves. Zhu Zhanji next to him was looking back and forth. It was not his turn to speak here.
"Say, keep talking."
Old Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Gaoxu.
"Second brother, come here."
At this roll call, Zhu Gaoxu immediately became energetic.
"Father, I think we can send troops from Hebei this time, leave Zhangjiakou, and lead the army directly to the home of Arutai. Now I will send a letter to Wu Liangha and ask this old boy to send troops to join the army. It depends on whether he comes or not.
Come and bring him down together."
"That's right, I beat that son of a bitch."
Zhu Gaosui also shouted.
Then he didn't say anything, waiting for Zhu Di to express his position.
"Continue."
Zhu Di glanced at the three sons and finally settled on Zhu Dapang.
"No money, Dad."
Zhu Dapang spread his hands and his face looked the color of bitter melon.
"We are going to fight to the banks of the Onan River this time!"
"Yes!"
"No money."
Three brothers, one sentence per person.
"Sweep Liping!"
"Yes!"
"No money."
"Seal the wolf to live in Xu!"
"Hey, yes!"
"No money."
With a 'bang' sound, Zhu Gaoxu slapped the table and stood up.
"Boss, what do you mean, don't let anyone talk? Just these two words back and forth, no money, no money, no money, go home and eat as soon as possible!
"No money."
“You don’t have enough money to eat?!”
This is what Zhu Gaochi was waiting for.
"You think they're all like you, brother. One golden bean you gave me is enough to feed me hundreds of people in the East Palace for several days."
He chuckled and took out a bag from his pocket. Just as he was about to pull it open, Zhu Gaoxu pressed Zhu Gaochi's hand and laughed softly, his back molars almost shattered.
"Boss, I don't take care of such a shady person."
Big Fatty Zhu just smiled, as if he didn't know anything.
Old Zhu Si, who was sitting like a domineering king, glanced at his three sons and became angry.
"Get lost."
One word export.
Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui were the quickest to respond. They both knew their father's temperament and should not be provoked when he got angry. They had to keep quiet.
"My son, please retire."
The two of them saluted quickly, turned around, and ran out, fearing that they would be beaten if they were too late.
But Zhu Gaochi was different. He was the prince and had supervised the country for many years. Most of the civil servants in the court came from his sect. He could not just sit back and watch Zhongliang suffer in prison.
Big Fatty Zhu stood up and knelt down respectfully in front of Old Zhu Si.
"Your Majesty, since Xia Yuanji took charge of the Ministry of Household Affairs, the national fiscal revenue has been getting richer year by year. The money for repairing the "Yongle Dadian", the money for conquering Annan, and the money for cutting grasslands are all Xia Yuanji's hard work and burden for the country.
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"Without Xia Yuanji, there would be no great governance in the Yongle Dynasty today. This is the backbone of this country and the pillar of the imperial court. You cannot jail him, let alone confiscate his home. This will chill the hearts of all officials." p>
"What's more, Xia Yuanji is admonishing you to give up the Northern Expedition. This is what the people want and what all officials want!"
Old Zhu was already angry. Seeing his eldest son criticizing him like this, he stood up suddenly, raised his finger and pointed at Zhu Dapang's big head, nodded for a long time, then turned and looked at Zhu Zhanji aside.
"Tell me, should this battle be fought?"
"Think clearly before you speak. The future of the country depends on you."
"I have high hopes for you."
"You have to be worthy of grandpa's painstaking efforts on you, understand?"
This implies that Zhu Zhanji’s intention to support his Northern Expedition should not be too obvious.
Zhu Zhanji was stunned for a moment, thinking that it’s none of my damn business, I’ll just join in the fun.
One side is dad and the other side is grandpa, what’s your answer?
But since he asked, he had to bite the bullet and speak. Zhu Zhanji walked to his father Zhu Gaochi and knelt down.
"Military conquests are a matter of state and should not be influenced by personal likes and dislikes. The emperor has a great reputation throughout his life. If he is neglected, it will not be good for the country or himself."
The fat man kneeling next to him nodded repeatedly.
"Yeah, yeah."
Zhu Di was so angry that his lungs almost exploded and he glared at Zhu Zhanji.
"Take your dad and get out."
"Okay!"
Zhu Zhanji answered happily, got up, dragged his father and ran out.
"Dad, you can't raid Xia Yuanji's house, you can't..."
After the father and son left the palace door, Zhu Gaochi's voice continued to be heard.
Lao Zhu angrily kicked the table over and then sat back down.
And at this moment.
"Brother, why is the fourth child of this day acting like a fool? We really want to whip him."
A familiar voice fell into Zhu Di's ears, and two figures appeared in his eyes in the palace, one of whom he had not seen for decades.
For a moment, the Yongle Emperor, who rose to prominence in rebellion and sat on the throne for nineteen years, thought he was living a daydream.
‘Dad?’
‘Has my time come...’
The anger in his heart dissipated instantly, and for a moment Lao Zhu Si was filled with emotions.
He had heard some rumors among the people that relatives would come to pick up people before they died.
‘It turns out the rumors are true…’
‘That’s okay, I’m tired.’
At this moment, the emperors, generals, ministers, and supreme beings all turned into clouds in Lao Zhu Si's eyes. His love for his father, which had been buried deep in his heart and had been dusty for decades, flooded his heart, and his eyes suddenly turned red.<