King Zhao was in a good mood. With his intelligence, he could certainly see that his father's promotion of his eldest brother was actually putting His Royal Highness on the fire. With an attitude of not being helpful to others and only seeking to benefit himself, he didn't mind going further.
Adding a spoonful of oil to the fire. "It seems that the emperor's brother agreed to move the capital, which makes the father very happy!"
"Yes, yes!" All the princes had different thoughts. Some sighed secretly. Even His Highness the Crown Prince had given in. The matter of moving the capital seemed to be a foregone conclusion. Others secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and could finally obey the emperor with peace of mind.
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Zhu Zhanji looked at King Zhao's performance with cold eyes. He knew that this was a trap for his father. But His Highness the Grand Sun did not say anything for the prince, because in all fairness, if his father could obey the emperor's grandfather, he would no longer have to be splinted.
Angry.
At half past noon, the prince's boat appeared at the Datong River pier. On the pier, trumpets sounded and salutes were fired. His Royal Highness Taisun and King Zhao led the ministers to kneel down to greet the prince.
The prince was dressed in court uniform and had a stern face, seemingly unmoved by the grand welcoming scene.
Wang Xianshi stood behind the prince, looking at the grandson, His Royal Highness King Zhao, and a group of civil and military ministers who came to greet him. He smiled bitterly in his heart: "The emperor's move is so amazing. Now His Royal Highness the prince can't argue."
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The ship docked, and His Royal Highness the Prince got off the ship. After some complicated etiquette, he boarded the Prince's car. Zhu Zhanji and Wang Xian also boarded the car to accompany him. King Zhao and others also got into the car and followed the Prince's majestic drive.
Drive into Beijing city.
Three years ago, Wang Xian came to Beijing once when he followed the Northern Expedition. At that time, it was still a large and messy construction site. Looking out from the prince's car now, he was completely unable to connect the scene in front of him with three years ago.
I saw a wide royal road that could accommodate more than a dozen horses running in parallel. It was paved with bluestones of the same size. The road surface was as flat as a mirror. Along the straight royal road, in the rows of streets, the shops were bustling and the people were bustling. The brand-new
Zhumen courtyards abound...
"This is Qipantian Street." Zhu Zhanji, who had been alone in the capital for more than half a year, finally looked forward to Wang Xian's visit. Naturally, he was extra affectionate and introduced him personally: "Further along the imperial road, you will reach the Daming Gate. Go past the Daming Gate.
The Daming Gate is the Imperial City of Beijing! Therefore, ordinary people who want to go from the East City to the West City, or from the West City to the East City, have to take a detour and pass through Qipan Street. It is logical that this place has become the most prosperous place in Beijing."
Zhu Zhanji was very eloquent and introduced the capital eloquently, but both Wang Xian and the prince were a little absent-minded... Wang Xian was thinking about the decline of people's livelihood along the way, the misery of bankruptcy of all industries, and the cannons connected end to end on the Grand Canal.
, couldn't help but disapprove of Emperor Yongle's move to support the city of Beijing with the blood of the world... He didn't know whether such a heavy burden would make the Ming Dynasty unable to lift its head again?
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince did not care about these many things. He was preoccupied with how to deal with the meeting... Father and son have been together for many years. How could he not know that his father praised him so much because he must have expected that he would recognize him. If he did not know,
I don’t know what kind of thunderous wrath it will cause if I lift it up?!
Unknowingly, the car passed through the Daming Gate, leaving the noisy downtown and entering the majestic and solemn Imperial City!
Although they were prepared, the prince and Wang Xian were still shocked by the grandeur of the imperial city...Chengtian Gate, Meridian Gate, Fengtian Gate, tall vermilion palace gates, each one more than a mile apart, empty.
The square is full of oppression, making everyone who enters this imperial city feel even more insignificant!
"This... is much grander than the palace in the capital." The prince couldn't help but marvel. The capital he was referring to was of course Nanjing. The palace in Nanjing was simply shabby compared to the one in front of him.
To the extreme.
Zhu Zhanji was very satisfied with his father's attitude. Just as he was about to say something, the prince changed the subject and said, "How much money will this cost?!"
"Father!" Zhu Zhanji's heart skipped a beat. He was about to arrive at Fengtian Palace. He didn't have time to talk to the prince in detail, so he could only say in a deep voice: "Grandpa Huang's temperament has become more and more unpredictable recently. Don't go against him anymore."
Done!"
The prince looked at Zhu Zhanji but said nothing.
Zhu Zhanji looked at Wang Xian with some despair, and Wang Xian smiled helplessly...
The emperor met the prince who had come from afar in the newly built Fengtian Palace, which had not yet been officially opened.
This super palace, located on a three-story white marble platform, is magnificent and magnificent, symbolizing the supreme power of the Emperor of Heaven!
Wang Xian accompanied his grandson and his son up the white marble steps to the Golden Palace, and then stopped at the door. At this point, his mission of escorting the prince was completely completed...
The prince nodded to Wang Xian, and with the support of Zhu Zhanji, he walked into the golden palace paved with gold bricks!
Wang Xian stands on the left side of the door, and Zhao Ying, who also stands on the right side of the door, is like a pair of door gods, guarding the three real dragons in the hall.
Seeing Zhao Ying looking at him with a half-smile, Wang Xian bared his teeth and whispered, "What are you doing? Miss me?"
"Hmph!" Zhao Ying snorted, turned away, and after a while he turned back and sneered: "I heard that you and the prince almost lost their lives in Yuncheng?"
"Why do you care about me so much?" Wang Xian chuckled and said, "I have a wife."
"Huh!" Zhao Ying turned away in anger again. If this was not the Jinluan Palace, he really wanted to kill this little brat with one palm...
In the Jinluan Hall, there are seventy-two large pillars that support the entire weight of the hall. These four-foot-tall trees are all made of extremely precious nanmu! These nanmu come from the deep mountains and old forests of Yunnan, Guizhou and other places. In order to preserve these
When the big wood was transported out of Yunnan and Guizhou, the casualties among officials and people were extremely heavy. It is said that "a thousand people enter the mountain, and five hundred come out". It is no exaggeration to say that every pillar in this golden palace is soaked with the blood of the dead people...
Although the palace has not yet been officially opened, all the furnishings are ready. In front of the Kowloon gold lacquer throne, there are six giant pillars covered with gold cloud and dragon patterns. On both sides are precious elephants, lanterns, cranes and incense pavilions, symbolizing the stability of the country.
, the stability of the country. In the middle of the ceiling above the throne is a caisson shaped like an umbrella cover that bulges upward. In the middle of the caisson, there is a sculpture of a giant dragon lying down, with its head reaching down and holding a pearl in its mouth.
Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty sat in the hall made of blood and gold, looking at the prince with a smile as he walked into the hall step by step.
"My son, Zhu Gaochi, pays homage to my father. Long live my father! Long live my father!" Zhu Gaochi respectfully knelt in front of the dragon chair and paid homage to his father.
"Prince, you have worked hard all the way. Come and watch." Zhu Di was obviously in a good mood, and he said to the prince in a rare and kind manner: "Zhan Ji, help your father up quickly."
"Thank you, father." After Zhu Gaochi thanked him, he stood up with the help of his son. Huang Yan moved the Jindun for the prince. After the prince sat upright, his grandson stood behind him.
"How many years has it been since the prince left Beijing?" Zhu Di asked with a smile.
"In the thirty-fifth year of Hongwu, my son left Peiping and went south, and never returned." The prince replied softly. Zhu Yuanzhang actually only reigned for thirty-one years, so the Hongwu reign should have ended in the thirty-first year. However,
After Zhu Di usurped the throne, in order to erase the traces of his nephew's existence, he refused to recognize the Jianwen Dynasty title, so the original Jianwen fourth year was changed to Hongwu thirty-five years.
"So, it's been fifteen years," Zhu Di sighed, and then said proudly: "Do you think the city of Beijing has changed a lot?"
"It's earth-shaking." The prince said sincerely: "It's completely unrecognizable to what it was like before."
"Of course!" Zhu Di's voice rose slightly and he said passionately: "This is the new capital that I have built for more than ten years!" He raised his hands and said with a heroic voice: "Look at this Forbidden City, although it originated from the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty
It’s a capital city, but it’s grand and magnificent, ten times that of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty!” The emperor became more and more excited as he spoke, and paused: “It’s not just the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty, but how does it compare to the palace of Emperor Taizu?”
The emperor said, looking at the prince, obviously wanting him to answer.
Zhu Gaochi was in a daze. Zhu Zhanji behind him poked him before he came back to his senses and looked at his father in confusion.
"How is my palace better than Taizu's palace?" Zhu Di had to ask again patiently.
"This..." Zhu Gaochi pondered for a moment and said: "My son thinks that Taizu's palace is my father's palace. How can we distinguish between them?"
"Humph!" Zhu Di showed an impatient expression and said in a cold voice: "Don't play word games with me!" He said word by word: "What I'm asking is, the imperial palace in Beijing and the imperial palace in Nanjing?
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"The palace in Beijing is indeed much better than the Imperial Palace in Nanjing." Zhu Gaochi said softly.
"It's the imperial palace..." Zhu Di's expression softened slightly, but he heard the prince continue to say:
"But I think that the imperial palace in Nanjing is enough. Building such an imperial city in Beijing seems to be a waste of people and money and of little use." Zhu Gaochi remained calm and said something that was sure to offend Long Yan.
"Father!" Zhu Zhanji was so frightened that he took a step back, his face full of horror: "Are you too tired, are you talking nonsense?"
"Shut up!" Zhu Di did not react immediately. He glanced at Zhu Zhanji coldly, and then turned to the prince, his eyes full of indifference and self-deprecation.
The prince couldn't sit still anymore and knelt down on the stool, but his head was still held high.
"People say that parents give their hearts to their children," Zhu Di stared at the prince's face, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt disgusted.
Throw it to the ground and step on it a few times!" As he spoke, he couldn't help but point his finger at the prince's nose, and said with a disappointed look on his face: "How considerate and uplifting I am to you! Do you want to hurt me like this?!
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"My father's love is deeply felt by me!" The prince took a deep breath and said solemnly: "But along the way, my son, I saw and heard the tragic situation of the people dying and struggling! There is no rooster crow in the entire Shandong.
!Father, by building this capital city, you have drained the bones of the people! It has greatly damaged the vitality of the country! The Ming Dynasty is on the verge of collapse, how can we maintain such a capital city for a long time?!"