Daming: Let you supervise the country according to the order, and you go to cultivate immortals?

Chapter 26 Still Hiding? (Please follow up!)

On the high seat, Zhu Biao was stunned by the words of the archmage.

It was impossible to refute for a while.

Because what Zhu Xiongying said was not wrong, it was not Zhu Xiongying who took the initiative to do the supervision of the country, but Biao Daqiang did it for him, and even added a sentence that "the appointment and dismissal of officials above the fourth rank and the conquest of the army can be decided by the grandson 'The imperial decree.

On the surface, he is the grandson of the supervisor, but in fact he is the grandson of the regent.

Master Zhu thought to himself, what can I do?I am also very helpless!

"You, you don't know what's wrong?!"

Zhu Biao took a deep breath, angrily threw the objects in front of the case down the hall, and then panted heavily.

It's a pity that Ah Biao's health is too poor, even though he threw it with all his strength, the object is still more than ten feet away from Zhu Xiongying.

At this moment, the archmage was extremely upset.

In Zhu Xiongying's opinion, he didn't do anything wrong in releasing Ru Yu outside, kneeling and punishing all the officials, and taking responsibility for the two kings.

Ru Yu fanned all the officials, no matter how loyal and talented these courtiers are, they can't stay with them, now they are fanning all the officials, and in the future they will rely on the old to sell the old to shameless.

Kneeling and punishing hundreds of officials is to establish prestige. Zhu Xiongying supervises the country as a grandson. If there is no reward or punishment, no one will follow the orders of the grandson in the future.

As for blaming Zhu Yunqi and Zhu Shangbing, Lao Tzu is the eldest son of the third generation of Ming Dynasty, and his elder brother is his father. Do we still need a reason to beat these two unfilial sons with evil intentions?
Zhu Xiongying looked at Zhu Biao calmly.

"Father, I just want to ask you a question."

"When the court is in charge, if you and the emperor's grandfather are buried in heaven, what kind of emperor does the Ming Dynasty need?"

After finishing speaking, Zhu Xiongying got up directly regardless of Zhu Biao's answer.

"The minister still has government affairs to deal with, so I will retire first."

From the perspective of father and son, Zhu Xiongying naturally wants to listen to Zhu Biao.

But from the perspective of the country, Zhu Xiongying is now the supervisor of the country. Apart from the emperor, even the words of his own father, the crown prince, can be ignored.

When he turned around, he glanced coldly at Lu Shi who was beside Zhu Biao from the corner of his eyes, and Lu Shi's heart skipped a beat in shock.

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Xiongying's leaving back, his brows became tighter and tighter.

"What kind of emperor does Ming need?"

murmured.

At this moment, he was no longer angry.

Instead, he was awakened by this sentence, as if he wanted to understand something.

Zhu Biao can be called the first prince with real power in Ming Dynasty by later generations, he can help Lao Zhu make the Hongwu Dynasty flourish, and he can control the officials. He is by no means a fool.

The reason why he summoned Zhu Xiongying here today was because he heard what happened in the Taisun's mansion, and he got angry for a while. In essence, it was only out of father and son discipline. In the future, Xiongying can become a son of heaven who is sympathetic to his ministers and treats his clan well.

But does the future Ming Dynasty really need such an emperor?

Zhu Biao's eyes were deep, and he thought of his younger brothers. If he was alive, these people would not dare to mess around, but if he and his father died, what a situation it would be.

Zhu Biao couldn't understand the temperament of his younger brothers.

"Xiong Ying, raised you as a father for 24 years, but I discovered that I never really understood you. '

At this moment, Zhu Biao felt deep guilt rising in his heart.

He is a qualified prince and a qualified son, but he is not a qualified father.

"Your Highness, Your Highness Grandson is too arrogant..."

Before Lu's words were finished, Zhu Biao's eyes were like knives, and Lu's face changed drastically in shock, and he didn't dare to say another word.

Out of the East Palace.

Zhu Xiongying's face was gloomy, if it wasn't for the sake of Lu's mother and son taking good care of the seriously ill A Biao, Zhu Xiongying would not mind giving them two one-way sightseeing tickets to the prefecture.

On the route from the East Palace back to Taisun Mansion, one must pass Fengtian Gate.

"Ok?"

Through the car window, a white-haired old man in the distance came into view.

"stop."

Zhu Xiongying spoke lightly, and the sedan chair stopped.

"Bring him here alone."

At this time, Liu Bowen, who was full of thoughts and carrying a will, was walking and thinking, when he was suddenly stopped by two standard-bearer guards in armor. Liu Bowen knew who was looking for him when he saw the armor worn by the guards.

The banner-bearer guard is one of the twelve guards of the pro-army. From the duty point of view, it belongs to the escort guard of the pro-army, and there are only three people who can be guarded by the banner-bearer, the emperor, the prince, and the grandson.

I have just met the emperor, and the prince is recovering from illness in the East Palace, so there is only that fairy.

Everyone in the world calls Liu Bowen a god, but in Liu Bowen's view, His Royal Highness, the grandson, is the real god.

For example, when the rain fell from the sky, others, including Lao Zhu and A Biao, thought that Zhu Xiongying was just lucky, but Liu Bowen really believed that the rain was called by Zhu Xiongying.

Following the standard-bearer guards to Taisun's sedan chair, Old Liu got into Master Zhu's luxury car with ease, and it wasn't the first time he had done such a thing.

And Zhu Xiongying's sedan chair is really comfortable.

There is a space of 16 square meters, and there are [-] bearers alone. In order to facilitate occasional exercise on a whim, Zhu Xiongying also put a homemade goose down bed inside.

But Zhu Xiongying was not very satisfied.

He thought of Zhang Juzheng's 100-square-meter sedan chair with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom carried by 32 people more than [-] years later, and he felt uncomfortable, thinking that he would make one at any time.

"Old man, here we come."

Zhu Xiongying lay on the velvet bed, smiled and looked at Liu Bowen who entered the sedan chair, and Liu Bowen followed suit with a smile, and sat on a chair on the left by himself without Zhu Xiongying's greeting.

'The grandson will definitely ask me about entering the palace to face the saint, so I have to think of an excuse to cover it up. '

Liu Ji smiled on the surface, thinking about the wording for a while.

Zhu Xiongying smiled even more happily. The moment Liu Bowen got on the sedan chair, he used his mind reading skills to see what was going on in Liu Bowen's mind.

Still trying to hide from me.

Bad old man is very bad!

"Old man Liu, how can I treat you alone."

Zhu Xiongying asked.

"His Royal Highness treats the old minister with as much kindness as a mountain. Without His Highness taking care of him, the old minister would not be able to live until today. The old minister is so grateful for His Highness's kindness that there are no words to express it."

Liu Ji got up and bowed deeply to the young man who was 64 years younger than him.

He said these words from the heart.

Originally, in the eighth year of Hongwu, he had a premonition that his end was approaching, but for some reason, his illness persisted until the fifteenth year of Hongwu.

That year was also a turning point.

At that time, Zhu Xiongying was only eight years old and recovering from a serious illness. He had not yet been registered as a great-grandson, and sent people to send some strange pills to his house every now and then. Liu Ji didn't take it seriously at first, but since his After trying to eat it once, it was out of control.

The liver disease that had plagued him for decades was miraculously recovered, and his whole body became more energetic.

And in the year when Zhu Xiongying was registered as a grandson at the age of ten, he was also invited by Zhu Xiongying to be named a grandson and young master. The old and the young began to meditate and fish all day long, cultivating immortals and alchemy.

"Since that's the case, are you still hiding it?"

Zhu Xiongying glanced at Liu Ji's sleeve, there was a wooden box inside.

(End of this chapter)