Holding an ordinary script, pretending to be a god in various worlds

Prince Xiang got goosebumps all over his body because of those strange looks. How could he run naked and burn himself to death?

So he looked at the "Xiang Wang Zong" with its triangular head held high in the flames with a resentful look in his eyes, and he wanted to eat it all in one bite.

At this time, Zhu Di came over and patted his brother on the shoulder to comfort him:

"You were forced into this... um, way to express your dissatisfaction with the court."

Zhu Di was embarrassed to say those two words and saved face for his brother.

The corners of the eyes of the comforted Prince of Xiang kept twitching, and his breath was stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down.

Similarly, Crown Prince Zhu Biao sighed inwardly. What this second son would do in the future was revealed by Liu Xian. Although his younger brothers did not say anything, they must have resentment towards the Eastern Palace in their hearts.

After all, Zhu Yunwen is his son. Who knows if the son takes after his father?

It was really an unprovoked disaster. Zhu Biao had never thought of reducing the power of the vassal states during his reign. It was totally unnecessary.

The princes of the Ming Dynasty were not like those of the Han Dynasty. They did not have as much power, and most of them were stationed at the border or in key locations, mainly to guard against the Mongols and other foreign invaders.

Since Zhu Biao was able to suppress his younger brothers, why did he take action when he had nothing better to do? Wouldn't it be better if he could just take his time later?

Now I can only try my best to make up for it.

Zhu Biao, who was usually gentle and calm, showed anger for a rare moment. He brought Zhu Yunwen to the Prince of Xiang and others and shouted at him:

"Rebellious son, if you do such unscrupulous things in the future and force your uncle Wang, your sins will be countless. Even if it is something in the future, you must make amends to your uncle now."

After saying that, he kicked Zhu Yunwen, who fell to the ground with a cry of pain, and apologized tremblingly.

The kings were silent. Most of them felt sorry for him because their nephew hadn't done anything yet.

Moreover, he had only heard about his family's tragic experience and had not truly experienced it, so his anger was only temporary.

Ling Xiao sighed hypocritically, Zhu Di, your opponent is very powerful.

The prince whom Zhu Yuanzhang regarded as a treasure was indeed extraordinary and his reactions were very quick.

Listen, “do it later”, doesn’t that mean it hasn’t happened yet? And “even if it is something in the future”, it emphasizes again that it hasn’t happened yet.

After scolding and beating his son, the kings' anger was mostly relieved.

He even saved his son. Otherwise, when Zhu Yuanzhang spoke, the second son of the Eastern Palace would not have a good ending.

As Ling Xiao expected, the situation on the scene turned out to be just as he had expected. Regardless of whether they meant it sincerely or not, the kings all spoke up to "forgive" Zhu Yunwen. Zhu Biao looked apologetic, and the brothers were in great joy for a while.

But they all knew in their hearts that Zhu Yunwen was deposed. Even if the Eastern Palace lineage or even the royal family died out, Zhu Yunwen could not ascend to the throne.

Here, Liu Xian waved her hand, the flame went out, and each rice dumpling exuded the aroma of roasted glutinous rice.

King Xiang watched as Liu Xian stretched out her hand as if to select something, chose the white "King Xiang Zong", picked it up, opened her mouth and took a bite.

"It tastes better if you roast it over fire. It doesn't taste good when you eat it raw."

Liu Xian chewed the glutinous rice slowly, with a look of delight on her jade-white face. She even picked out a zongzi to give to Queen Ma:

"Try it, this should be one of your daughters-in-law or grandsons."

Queen Ma was stunned and did not react immediately. After a moment she took the rice dumpling with amusement and thought that Liu Xian was being mischievous.

"Hahahahahahaha, let me try it too."

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed and picked up a roasted rice dumpling, peeled off the skin, stuffed the whole thing into his mouth, and while chewing it he mumbled that it tasted good.

The Prince of Xiang was about to speak but stopped himself, and couldn't help but wonder which person in his own palace the rice dumplings they were eating represented.

Seeing that the emperor and empress had eaten and seemed to enjoy the food, others also became eager to try. The first to eat crab was the King of Han, who said:

"It is better to share happiness with others than to enjoy it alone. I will eat one too... ah!"

The hand that the King of Han stretched out was hit hard by the King of Xiang. The King of Han shook his hands in anger, and then he saw the resentful and gloomy look of the King of Xiang.

He suddenly felt a threat and retreated silently.

Prince Xiang: You little brat, I can’t stop Liu Xian, my father, and my mother, so can I not stop your brother?

While eating the rice dumplings, Liu Xian seemed to be chatting and said to the emperor:

"After your grandson was defeated, he disappeared from the imperial city. No one ever saw him again. Even Emperor Chengzu, who succeeded in the rebellion, couldn't find him. Do you know where he went?"

Zhu Yuanzhang suggested going to sea, going into the mountains, committing suicide, hiding among the people, but all were denied by Liu Xian.

Finally, Old Zhu became impatient. He didn't want to know where the bastard had gone to survive after losing his kingdom.

Seeing this, Liu Xian said with a smile:

"He has returned to his ancestors' old ways and has become a monk. Isn't that surprising?"

Dang, just like the sound of the Huanglu bell ringing in his head, Zhu Yuanzhang felt numb completely, with thousands of dirty words ready to come out of his mouth.

Liu Xian seemed a little puzzled and asked: "Don't you think he looks a lot like the emperor?"

Zhu Yuanzhang: What the hell are you talking about!

"Look, you and Zhu Yunwen are the only ones who have collected both the professions of emperor and monk.

No matter how hard other descendants try, they can only become emperors, right? No, they can also become monks. "

…………

After eating the rice dumplings, Liu Xian used a handkerchief to carefully wipe her fingers inch by inch. In the sunlight, her fingertips appeared almost transparent, without any of the blood color that an ordinary person would have.

Liu Xian's skin is extremely white, but her eyelashes are extremely black and thick, and her pupils are bright red. Under the contrast of the three colors, her eyes are given a breathtaking charm.

At this moment, these eyes looked at the emperor meaningfully:

"I mentioned the first future generations, Huizong and Chengzu, and the others are given away for free. There are two chances left. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Zhu Yuanzhang pretended to be dumbfounded: "What do you think? Just tell me, Liu Xian."

If you want to get it for free, it’s impossible. The free bait in the early stage has been eaten, and you have to pay for the rest.

Liu Xian said lightly: "Oh, we can't talk about that together. I have something else to do today, so I'll leave first. Let's talk about it next time."

Zhu Yuanzhang asked earnestly: "Are you free tomorrow? I will visit you after breakfast without bothering Liu Xian to move."

"What a coincidence! I probably won't have time in the next few years."