I, Zhu Youjian: the first prodigal son of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 85 If you want to die, you should die first...

Kill a small group, imprison a small group, and exile a small group.

The rest will be made into barbecue for me.

This is Zhu Youjian's strategy.

Wei Zhongxian was well versed in this way, and in a few words, he handled a 'shocking case' properly.

After wiping Cui Chengxiu, Xue Zhen and other chief culprits on their necks, before the emperor could speak, he cast a thunderbolt method and quickly put a group of officials who "didn't eat well" into death row.

Similarly, there are both eunuchs and civil servants.

This group of people has one of the biggest characteristics, that is, they still have a certain bottom line in life, and their family backgrounds are quite strong, so it is easy to cause trouble if they are killed;

But after entering the death row, the family forces always left some dignity and opportunities, so they had to do everything possible to come to the rescue.

As for the exiled group of people... Wei Zhongxian did not dare to specialize.

Because Zhu Youjian wanted to exile all the royal family members, not the emperor's uncle, but the emperor's brother and grandfather, which belonged to the "housework" of the idiot emperor.

"What's the matter, isn't Long Live Lord's barbecue delicious?" Wei Zhongxian asked calmly, standing with his hands behind his back.

The rest remained silent.

In front of the Emperor Palace, there was a chewing sound of 'guji guji'.

Zhu Youjian's face finally softened, and he frequently raised his glass to invite: "Uncle Fu Wanghuang, come, come, I will toast you!"

"Oh, isn't this the emperor's brother Zhu Yousong? Come on, let's drink this cup together!"

"Which Aiqing is quick and quick, and compose a poem for us on the spot?"

……

Zhu Youjian thought over and over again, hesitating whether to grill a batch first or exile a batch first.

In the end, I decided to go into exile first.

It is best to leave the bad things like roasting, tormenting, and oil extraction to the great eunuch Wei Zhongxian to keep those officials and businessmen with rich family backgrounds and industries everywhere.

The emperor is the face of the imperial court, how could he argue with ministers and wealthy businessmen for a mere tens of millions of acres of land, for a little scattered money and grain?
In that case, the impact is not very good.

"Third Emperor Uncle, just Grandpa Emperor, Brother Seventh Emperor... You guys, come to me to have some skewers."

"We're all one family, crimes are crimes, and it's so far away to eat a meal, it seems a bit born."

Zhu Youjian beckoned, and asked seven or eight "royal family members" including Zhu Changxun, the King of Fu, and Zhu Yousong, the son of the King of Fu, to come over and sit beside him, trying to put on a friendly appearance.

Fu Wang Zhu Changxun sat opposite Zhu Youjian, bowed his head in silence, with a trace of shame on his brows.

The idiot emperor carefully looked at the "uncle emperor" in front of him, and murmured in his heart: "Our uncle is not as fat as a pig and ugly as described by later literati, on the contrary, he is also extremely handsome!" '

Just kidding, even if the Emperor Taizu's appearance is mediocre, the harem of the past dynasties is full of stunning beauties. After more than 200 years, no matter how strong the genes of the old Zhu family are, they should have been evolved long ago.

What's more, this Uncle Zhu Changxun, who won the favor of the emperor's grandfather back then, almost replaced his father Zhu Changluo and inherited the great line, so it's okay if he doesn't have any good looks?

The so-called royal weather, appearance is still very important.

After all, no matter which era, it depends on the face.

It seems that after the fall of the Ming Dynasty, the so-called "History of the Ming Dynasty" and "Secret History" written by many later literati were nothing more than a weak woman who had lost her parents, dressed up casually, teased casually, and tricked out to deceive others.

"The hatred of subjugation, why is this..."

Zhu Youjian sighed secretly, filled a glass of wine for King Fu himself, and invited him warmly: "Uncle Emperor, I have to do this for the sake of our Ming Dynasty. Please forgive me, Uncle Emperor!"

Having said that, do it yourself first.

Fu Wang Zhu Changxun took a glass of wine, with a look of shame on his sharp-edged face, took a sip, and said, "Thank you...Your Majesty."

Zhu Youjian refilled the emperor's uncle with wine, and said seriously: "I hate you and want to kill you thousands of times, but I still can't do it after all."

"Uncle Huang, you and I are both descendants of the old Zhu family, no matter how big the fault is, I don't want our Ming Dynasty's knife and ax to chop on the neck of any one of our old Zhu family."

"This kind of mood, the emperor may understand?"

Zhu Changxun nodded slightly, and said: "Put yourself in the same place, if this king is His Majesty, you will definitely kill them all."

Zhu Youjian was taken aback for a moment, and thought: "This King of Fortune is not simple..."

"Uncle Huang, I was originally an idle king with little ability. I wanted to read books, listen to music, and live the life of a rich man all my life. The mess is stuffed in one brain;

To be honest, I, it's too difficult! "

When saying these words, Zhu Youjian didn't even need to activate the 'fudge technique' at all, just revealing his true feelings.

"In the north and south of the river, there are continuous famines for years. The common people can't survive, so they have to rebel and become thieves and bandits. In fact, it's just for a good meal. I don't blame them for this."

"It's not a capital offense for ordinary people to have a bite to eat."

"On the contrary, it is our imperial court, our royal family members, civil servants and military generals who are supported by the people, and those scholars who have achieved fame."

"I, I really hate it."

"I can't wait to chop myself up and throw it out for the people of Ming Dynasty to share and eat. As long as they can survive, they can continue to support the court!"

"For our Daming, I have worked hard day and night, and I dare not slack off."

"But, look at you... I really can't bear to do it, because you are all from our old Zhu family, and your blood flows in the blood of the great grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang!"

"The great grandfather was so brave that he started with a bowl and ended with a country, but what about us unworthy descendants?"

"Start with a country, end with a tree!"

"If it really comes to the day when bandits are everywhere, slaves are built and customs are broken, northern barbarians are rampant, and Japanese pirates are rampant, and those foreign men from overseas take advantage of the vacancy, you, the descendants of the old Zhu family, may not even have a tree hanging from the southeast branch. You can't grab a tree with a crooked neck!"

"Because, I will kill myself first!"

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It's rare for the idiot emperor to have such a long speech, and he doesn't bother to waste energy talking so much nonsense, but when he talks, he gets a little hot.

Why did the Ming Dynasty want to subjugate the country?

Why should I become the king of subjugation!

If you don't fool you pigheads to Mobei, Liaodong or overseas, I will... I will continue to fool you!
The Ming Dynasty belongs to the big guys, and it’s not mine alone. Why do you bullshit relatives of the emperor, civil servants and military generals, and so-called Qingliu scholars, after Jiannu cavalry entered the pass, you turned into "second ministers"? Do you want Zhu Youjian to 'death to the king' and 'hang the southeast branch' by himself?
It's not fair.

If you want to die, you should die first...

"Uncle Emperor, do you know that I shed tears when I heard that you sold firearms, salt and iron, and grain to the northern barbarians, Jiannu, and Japanese pirates."

"I went to the Taimiao alone, knelt in front of the portrait of the great grandfather, wept bitterly, hated our old Zhu's descendants for being unfilial, and turned into a national traitor for mere petty profit!"

"Uncle Huang, Brother Huang, and you my grandpas and uncles Huang, do you still have the face to live in this world?"

……

After another great acting, Zhu Youjian finally made Fu Wang Zhu Changxun, his son Zhu Yousong and others cry.

Sobbing and sobbing, a group of elders were crying like wild boars roaring, so Zhu Youjian couldn't help but wipe his eye sockets.

Cough, I choked on the smoke from the barbecue grill.

It doesn't matter to Zhu Youjian whether these people are really crying or fake crying.

What he wants is this kind of tragic atmosphere.

"Okay, okay, everyone, don't cry and wipe your tears, let the ministers see the joke." Seeing that the emotions were almost brewing, Zhu Youjian stared at Zhu Yousong, the son of King Fu, and asked in a shy voice: "Brother Huang , would you like to help me?"

"Would you like to revive our Great Ming's national prestige and demonstrate the strength of our old Zhu family's blood?"

When Zhu Youjian asked, not only Zhu Yousong was stunned.

Even Fu Wang Zhu Changxun and others were puzzled.

"Your Majesty... what does this mean?" Zhu Yousong asked.

"I want to form a Zhu family army, with horses on the Helan Mountains, soldiers pointing to the vast desert, and grazing horses along the Volga River!"

"Brother, would you like to help me?"

This Zhu Yousong, in the original script, can be regarded as a character, quite a bit of an emperor.

After the fall of the Ming Dynasty, this kid ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor in Jinling, established Nanming, and was known as Emperor Hongguang in history.

After the Emperor Hongguang ascended the throne, he was addicted to wine and sex, neglected government affairs, appointed traitors, and insisted on resisting Jiannu for less than eight months. He was captured by Jiannu's iron cavalry and was executed soon after being imprisoned.

How to put it, he is also a prodigal little expert.

It would be a pity if such a talent was pushed out to cut off his head?

Keep his pig's head and help me prodigal.

"If the emperor is willing to be my right-hand man, I will make you the king of Zhenbei, lead our Zhu family army, kill the northern barbarians, and drink horses by the Volga River!"

"You, are you willing?"

(End of this chapter)