Zhu Gaosui's brows knitted tightly together again.
This old man's words are becoming more and more mysterious. If you don't ask in detail, you will never know what he is talking about.
"Has the King of Han thought about it for me? He has already arranged for me how to secretly add fuel to the flames?"
"Yes." Mr. Zhang nodded, "The King of Han has thought very carefully. He knows that Your Majesty has no people and no power at your disposal. Therefore, the King of Han wants His Majesty to participate in this matter in a certain way."
"Although the prince cannot participate in the government affairs, he can still do it if he wants to see the emperor. The king of Han just wants the prince to say a few words in front of the emperor."
Zhu Gaosui stood up, put his hands behind his back, lowered his head, looked at his toes, and walked slowly in the study.
Ever since his father took back his imperial uniform and prepared to depose him as a commoner, although his father had forgiven him after the prince's pleading, he had only summoned him a handful of times since then, as if he didn't want to see him at all.
Now, if he wanted to say a word in front of his father, especially on the topic of the situation between the DPRK and China, Zhu Gaosui didn't have the slightest bit of confidence.
Not to mention whether his father will adopt his opinion, or whether his father will doubt him again, is still unknown.
Turning around and looking at Mr. Zhang, Zhu Gaosui's eyes flashed with a trace of disappointment: "Does the King of Han think too highly of me? In the eyes of the emperor, I am now a guilty person, and I rashly entered the palace to meet the saint.
If you still express opinions on the situation between North Korea and China, you are just asking for your own death."
Listening to Zhu Gaosui's words, Mr. Zhang smiled faintly, shook his head slightly, and said slowly: "Your Majesty's words are wrong. Although you have followed the Emperor for many years, your understanding of the Emperor is still not as thorough as that of the King of Han. In the eyes of outsiders,
, the emperor is a majestic, sacred, and formidable supreme ruler of the Ming Dynasty. But the prince has underestimated family ties and the true weight of blood in the emperor's mind."
"No matter how big a mistake the prince has made, in the emperor's mind, you, the King of Han, and the prince are all the same. They are all the emperor's sons. The emperor can raise a sharp knife against the people of the world, but every time he slaps you, he feels heartbroken.
"
"In the emperor's heart, he hopes that you and the King of Han will loyally assist the prince and govern the world together. What he hopes to see is that you brothers will be in harmony and jointly protect the Zhu family's country."
Mr. Zhang's eyes were so deep that it was difficult to see clearly what was contained in them.
"What does Mr. Zhang mean? Although he ignores us, in fact, the emperor is still eager to see us?" Zhu Gaosui stopped and looked at Mr. Zhang with a look of hope. His wide eyes seemed to see him again.
A glimmer of hope.
Mr. Zhang smiled, with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a custom-made guard uniform. His fat body made his smile look very funny and extremely sincere.
"The emperor is now an old man. Although he still controls the government, he is just an ordinary person. In his heart, he will always think of you, his children and grandchildren. If the prince can take the initiative to enter the palace at this moment, accompany him
If he talks, it may have unexpected effects."
Mr. Zhang said confidently.
"So, can I really help my second brother and secretly add fuel to the flames?" Zhu Gaosui's face showed a little uncontrollable excitement.
"No, no, no." Mr. Zhang shook his head, "The prince came to the palace just to talk to the emperor about the relationship between father and son. Regarding important matters in the court, in front of the emperor, he still has to do not talk, ask, complain, complain, or listen.
The prince must always regard himself as an outsider to the court."
"Even if the emperor asks, you must pretend to know nothing about the affairs of the DPRK and China. Only by increasing the emperor's trust one by one can you have a chance to make a comeback in the future."
Zhu Gaosui was stunned. Ever since he was completely deprived of the opportunity to go to court, he really couldn't find any other feelings for his father except fear and endless hatred. If he couldn't help his second brother, he wouldn't be able to help his second brother.
It’s okay not to mention the palace matters. At most, I want to be a prince and just want to live in peace.
"If we are just talking about the relationship between father and son, we should stop here." Zhu Gaosui's words were full of resentment.
"The most important thing for a building is its foundation. Only when the foundation is solid can a magnificent building be built. The prince's foundation was completely destroyed by himself a few years ago. If he still has the will to compete, he can only build it bit by bit.
Come on, lay your own foundation first."
"If you want to move freely and have the opportunity to build a foundation, the emperor will never be able to avoid it. Those who want to achieve great things will not stick to trivial matters and play the emotional card with the emperor again. What's more, the emperor is not someone else, but his own
Father."
Boss Zhang had a straight face and stared at Zhu Gaosui seriously. His firm gaze made it impossible to refute.
Listening to Mr. Zhang's words, Zhu Gaosui showed a trace of shame on his face.
Ask yourself, do you really want to be such a mediocre King Zhao without any rights for the rest of your life? No! Seeing that my father has entered an old age, if he doesn't take action, he may really have no chance in this life.
"However, I can't do anything about what my second brother said about secretly adding fuel to the flames. Wouldn't it mean that he would be left alone?" Zhu Gaosui said a little unwillingly.
Mr. Zhang did not answer, but changed the topic.
"My lord, have you ever guessed what the King of Han's real purpose was in causing trouble in the court this time?" Staring at Zhu Gaosui, Mr. Zhang's words were always so profound that no one could guess what he was actually expressing.
With one hand on the desk, Zhu Gaosui stared at the letter from King Han and asked softly: "What is it?"
Mr. Zhang was not in a hurry to answer, but walked to the window. His deep gaze suddenly became extremely sharp, like lightning, detecting the distance within a hundred feet outside the window.
It seemed that nothing suspicious was found, so he slowly walked back.
"My lord, do you know who this purple-robed captain is?" Mr. Zhang asked softly.
"I don't know, I just know that he is an ordinary school lieutenant in Dongchang who is very capable in handling cases." Zhu Gaosui replied.
"He is just an ordinary school captain. How could the King of Han be interested in him? Even if the emperor agrees to take back the imperial purple robe and execute the school captain, it will not do any good to the King of Han."
Zhu Gaosui frowned slightly, with a trace of inquiry in his eyes: "What does Mr. Zhang mean? Does the second brother have other plans?"
Zhang Lao smiled faintly, then raised his left hand and touched the short beard on his chin: "The only thing that the King of Han cares about is Datong. Everything that happens in the court revolves around this theme. Nothing.
Whether the chaos was caused by uniting hundreds of officials or by blaming the purple-robed captain, this was just a method used by the King of Han. The reason why the King of Han was able to stir up trouble in the court without people guessing that it was his own doing was also the King of Han's excellence.
"
"Mr. Zhang, what on earth are you going to say?" Zhu Gaosui became more and more confused as he listened.
"The King of Han's goal this time is the crown prince!" Boss Zhang said with an extremely serious look on his face.
