In the world of bone china, as Zhu Di's aide, Sang has always stayed in the Buddhist temple and has never interfered with the imperial court.
For Sang, time does not have much concept.
But day after day, Sang sat alone in the Zen courtyard, reading Buddhist scriptures from time to time, smiling from ear to ear.
suddenly:
"Dong dong dong dong..."
The knock on the door seemed a little urgent.
Sang stood up slowly, opened the door, bowed and said:
"His Majesty!"
At this time, Zhu Di, already gray-haired, waved his hand casually:
"Sir, please don't be so polite in front of me. Three naughty children have given me enough headaches. It will be a lot more peaceful when you come here."
Sang smiled dumbly and closed the door:
"The prince and the two princes are not young anymore. Your Majesty, please stop joking."
Zhu Di sat down casually:
"Sir, don't you feel bored if you stay in this room every day?"
"I heard from the monks in the monastery that you almost never come out on weekdays?"
Sang explained with a smile:
"Of course it's to read the scriptures and study the Dharma."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Di picked up the scripture in front of him with a strange look on his face.
"Sir, I have never seen any movie called "The Great Compassion Mantra"...it contains erotic pictures..."
"Ahem!" Sang coughed twice in embarrassment: "I just took a look, just took a look..."
Zhu Di smiled helplessly:
"After all these years, my husband's appearance has not aged, but his temper is still so out-of-the-box."
"Oh... I'm really envious..."
Sang Que said:
"Your Majesty, only in life and death can you be at ease."
Zhu Di waved his hand:
"Don't worry, I've seen the difference between life and death over the years."
"In addition...the prince has done a good job in supervising the country, and the emperor and grandson are also virtuous. I am very relieved."
With that said, Zhu Di looked at Sang:
"Sir, I am going to attack Mongolia again."
Sang was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly:
"This is the fifth time."
"Your Majesty, you are not young anymore, please take care of your health..."
Zhu Di said:
"Sir, you are very good at predicting things. Please help me see if I can get what I want this time."
"This..." Sang hesitated a little.
He has lived for such a long time, practicing Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism, and there are some things where divination is no longer necessary.
At this time, Zhu Di's dragon luck was already very thin.
This is enough to explain the problem.
Seeing that Sang didn't speak, Zhu Di seemed to understand something.
"I must fight this war!"
"We must give it to our children and grandchildren, and conquer all the territory! Until the Mongols are conquered!"
"Sir, you and I agreed that if I leave, your mission will be over."
At this moment, Zhu Di suddenly sat upright and bowed his hands towards Sang:
"But... please sir, protect me for a while longer!"
"This..." Sang felt helpless: "Your Majesty, the Ming Dynasty has a long-term destiny. If I interfere completely, it will not only harm myself, but... it will also cause the Ming Dynasty to be turbulent!"
"My most important mission in this life is to assist you in completing the battle of Jingnan. If I intervene rashly, I'm afraid..."
"It doesn't matter!" Zhu Di said bluntly: "Now that Buddhism is booming, sir, just use Yao Guangxiao's name to live here in seclusion!"
"When the prince becomes emperor, if we encounter something that cannot be solved, sir, I just need to give you a little advice."
At this time, Zhu Di's eyes were burning.
Sangben wanted to refuse.
However... after so many years of getting along, even though they were involved because of missions at the beginning, we still have a sense of friendship as old friends.
Immediately:
"That's all, I promise."
Zhu Di immediately smiled, as if relieved, and left.
And this time, just as Sang expected, Zhu Di failed to come back.
…
July 18, 1424.
On this day, the tea cup Sang picked up unexpectedly broke into pieces, which made him startled.
Immediately, as if he thought of something, Sang sighed and smiled helplessly:
"Finally...has this day come?"
In an instant, Sang disappeared into the Buddhist temple.
In the tent where the master was returning to court, Zhu Di was lying on the dragon bed as angry as a silk thread.
At this moment, he groaned in pain because of the injuries all over his body.
"A generation of Emperor Yongle."
"You, in the end, are also an old man..."
The slightly teasing laughter made Zhu Di open his eyes with difficulty.
Beside the bed in front of you, Sang, dressed in white, smiled slightly.
"Sir is here..." Zhu Di grinned, as if he was suddenly relieved: "The fact that you are here means that... you finally... really... agreed!"
Sang sighed helplessly:
"If you don't fight this battle, you can still live for a while."
"I told you earlier that during the Battle of Jingnan, you were following the weather."
"We have conquered Mongolia several times, but they have brought disasters to some extent, and we have our own karma!"
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Zhu Di coughed several times with difficulty, smiled and shook his head:
"It's not your character to be so serious."
"hehe……"
"Sir... I only have... one request..."
"Protect the prince...to succeed to the throne, and don't let...don't let my two sons...rebellion..."
Sang patted Zhu Di's hand gently:
"Don't worry."
"The general trend is that your eldest son will be the emperor. This is destiny."
Zhu Di explained painfully:
"No……"
"If...if we can stop them..."
"At least... they can have a... good death..."
Sang said helplessly:
"Okay, you old man, take a rest."
"I promise you, if it doesn't harm Daming's luck, I will help."
Zhu Di finally showed a smile without any regrets, and fell asleep like an ordinary old man.
After Sang placed the Bodhisattva Pendant that he had prepared on Zhu Di:
"You little old man, you want to plot against me before you die."
"It's a pity... Man is not as good as God, even if you are the emperor..."
"After all...you can't understand what the number of days is."
"It is inevitable that the King of Han will rebel. It is also inevitable that he will die because of it."
"If he had not died, the Ming Dynasty would not have reached the peak of prosperity."
"You...just have a good rest..."
After patting Zhu Di's hand gently, Sang disappeared into the tent.
From beginning to end, he never fulfilled Zhu Di's last wish.
In the temple, Sang soon learned the news.
Prince Zhu Gaochi succeeded to the throne in Beijing and became Emperor Renzong of the Ming Dynasty.
The King of Han, Zhu Gaoxu, sent his cronies into Beijing in an attempt to rebel for the first time.
However, it was solved directly by Zhu Gaoxu.
In the temple, Sang, who had seen all this, couldn't help but smile:
"Ming Renzong is indeed a rare emperor."
"It's just...it's a pity that I don't have longevity."
In just ten months, Zhu Gaoxu worked hard every day.
On this day, when the sky was still a little chilly, the door of the temple was knocked open.
The moment he turned around, Sang looked at Ming Renzong in front of him and smiled immediately.
Instead of trying to show off from the standpoint of a senior, Sang still bowed respectfully.
Ming Renzong did not stop it.
In fact, both of them knew that the friendship left behind by the Battle of Jingnan had gradually disappeared the moment Yongle Emperor Zhu Di passed away. This was something that no one could stop.
"Sir." Ming Renzong said with a hint of distant respect, "Sir, I came here today just to ask you to do the math."
Sang casually picked up the wine bottle placed in front of Tathagata Buddha and threw it to Ming Renzong.
"Take a sip!" As he said this, Sang picked up the offering fruit and started eating it.
Ming Renzong felt a little embarrassed: "Sir...sir, the imperial doctor said that I cannot drink alcohol."
However, Sang acted as if he had not heard anything, and sat down directly on the incense table next to Buddha Jin, tilting his head slightly:
"You don't have a few days left to live, so just indulge as much as you want."
Ming Renzong was not afraid or shocked, but instead squeezed out a wry smile.
"It turns out that sir has already figured it out."
Sang shook his head, but there was not much sadness in his eyebrows facing Zhu Di. He took a bite of the apple and said:
"I didn't calculate it, but it's a fact that your energy is getting less and less."
"You are not in good health. God has destined you to be a wise king, but you are also a king who can only pave the way for your own son."
Ming Renzong was also a smart man.
Why didn't he understand Sang's hint?
Immediately, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking at the wine bottle in his hand, he drank it all in one gulp.
"Ahem!"
As the strong alcohol entered his throat, Ming Renzong Zhu Gaochi coughed and his face turned red.
But his expression was unprecedentedly cheerful.
"I understand!"
"Thank you sir!"
Sang raised his eyebrows, then said with a smile:
"I didn't say anything."
Ming Renzong shook his head:
"Sir, I said that I am a king destined to pave the way for my son."
"This shows that my son Zhu Zhanji can successfully succeed to the throne."
Sang took another bite of the apple and suddenly frowned.
"Bah, bah, bah! There are actually bad ones!"
Looking at the rotten apple, Sang threw it away.
The rotten section happened to be seen by Ming Renzong.
Ming Renzong was silent for a moment, and then said:
"As far as the Ming Dynasty is concerned, my second and third brothers are just like the rotten part of this fruit?"
Sang had a weird smile:
"At the beginning, I promised your father to help you stabilize the situation in the court."
"I did it."
"He asked me to help convince your two younger brothers not to rebel, but I didn't do it."
"In fact, their rebellion lasted for days."
"This won't be their first rebellion."
Ming Renzong smiled bitterly and said:
"Seriously... there is no way to have both?"
Sang curled his lips:
"In this regard, you are so similar to that little old man. You are obviously the emperor, but you are still so naive."
"But don't worry, Long Wei, they are not qualified to do it."
"After all... they are just the whetstones for your son to achieve the throne of Emperor."
"Of course, whether to kill or not will have a great impact on your son."
"If they die, the strength of the Ming Dynasty can continue for at least hundreds of years."
Ming Renzong nodded:
"I understand."
"I'm afraid I'm going to see you sir for the last time today."
"Please sir..."
Sang smacked his lips:
"Okay, I know what you want to say, little fat guy."
"I'll help you take care of your son. Don't worry, I'll take care of it."
Ming Renzong smiled and left immediately.
After the temple door closed, Sang shook his head:
"It's all infatuation."
"What a pity...if your two brothers don't die, the Ming Dynasty will be in chaos."
"But... once you kill your uncle, your son... I'm afraid he won't be able to carry this blood debt..."