Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

"Please ask Master Zhang, if my mother went to the mountains to practice Taoism and didn't see my father or us, will everything be the same as before?"

Zhu Zhanji had already listened to Wanxiu and Qianer's report on a series of events, and went straight to Zhang Sanfeng.

"Then I can't guarantee it. It depends on your mother."

Zhang Sanfeng is somewhat confident, but this matter still depends on Zhang Xin.

Zhang Xin never seemed to have a strong desire to survive, and she had already done what she wanted to do.

He has chatted with Zhang Xin so many times, and Zhang Xin always said that it is good to be alive, but you can't and won't force it.

"Why can't my father see us?"

Even after listening to everyone, Zhu Zhanji still had questions.

As soon as he arrived, Zhu Gaochi fell down. He had hardly slept in those three days and had no time to explain to Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanyong's condition was not much better. He cried every day, his eyes were swollen, and Zhu Zhanji forced him to sleep.

"Your mother is a person with a background. The fortune of the Ming Dynasty has been flourishing because of your mother. But when it comes to fortune, someone has to pay a price to maintain it. Your mother is the one who paid the price. As for the complexity of it, I'm sorry I can't explain it clearly."

Zhang Sanfeng didn't want to lie.

He knew that with Zhu Gaochi's intelligence, he should be able to guess something, so he did not stop him from treating Zhang Xin.

But since Zhang Xin didn't tell them about this, he naturally couldn't tell them either.

"Master, do you mean that my mother went against the will of heaven?"

Tang Sai'er immediately understood the key point.

"Hands out."

Zhang Sanfeng did not answer, but asked Tang Sai'er to stretch out her hand.

After a brief pause, he asked someone to bring a piece of paper and a pen, and quickly wrote a prescription and handed it to Zhu Zhanji, and then scolded Zhu Zhanji:

"You just gave birth, so you're not afraid of hurting your body! Have someone boil it, and drink it after a while."

"Thank you, Master!"

Zhu Zhanji stood up and bowed formally.

"Your mother and I have a destiny. Let's not talk about other things. Your mother can't wait any longer."

Zhang Sanfeng calculated the time and it was already very tight. If he didn't take Zhang Xin away, there would be no hope.

"Where will my mother be treated?"

Zhu Zhanji asked again.

"On Mount Wudang, my disciple built a thatched cottage next to Chaotian Palace."

Zhang Sanfeng had already thought of a place.

"Really? We can't go see him?"

Zhu Zhanji just wants Zhang Xin to be fine, but if they can't even see her, how do they know that Zhang Xin is still alive?

"It's not that you can't see her, but you are not allowed to tell your mother anything about the Ming Dynasty. Even if she says something casually, if you do it, it will be blamed on your mother. Your father will not be able to help but talk, and your mother will not be able to help but answer."

Zhang Sanfeng was quite convinced.

It seems that Zhang Xin has been thinking about how to do better and make the Ming Dynasty stronger all the time over the past few decades.

Therefore, every time you open your mouth, it is cause and effect.

Zhang Xin could only stay away from the Zhu family and the court.

"Does that mean we can still see my mother?"

Tang Sai'er felt that this should be acceptable to the entire Zhu family.

"Maybe in half a year or a year. Crown Prince, you can try to turn the ship back now. The closer it is to the capital, the worse it will be for your mother."

Zhang Sanfeng estimated the time and gave a suggestion.

"What is the fate between the real person and my mother?"

Zhu Zhanji suddenly asked again.

He was educated by the Xu family since he was a child and never believed in free lunch.

"Does it count as twice the result with half the effort to practice beside your mother?"

Zhang Sanfeng's cultivation progress has been rapid in the past six months.