Zhu Biao has been in a bad mood for a long time.
Since the last time he gave Han Du's ghost-drawing talisman to Anqing, all the letters exchanged between Anqing and Han Du had turned into such ghost-drawing talismans.
There must be some secret that I don't know about, Zhu Biao said angrily.
He wanted to find out something, but Han Du cleverly ignored him and pushed him away. He thought that if his sister wanted to be closer to him, she would tell him the secret.
But when Zhu Biao asked Anqing, Anqing answered more simply.
"Is there a secret in this? Brother Prince, have you had too many things and are too tired recently, so you have whimsical ideas? These are some random things I drew when I was free, and wanted to show Han Du Just look. It's that simple, it's really not as complicated as you think."
Drawn randomly? If you hadn't held back the smile in your eyes when you said this, my dear brother, I might have believed it.
And how did you and Han Du manage to draw so neatly and uniformly? Could it be that you two can still be in tune with each other?
Zhu Biao did not ask this question, because he knew that asking would be in vain. An Qing would definitely squint his eyes, nod and tell him, "Brother Prince is right, we just have a good understanding."
Zhu Biao lost a lot of his hair and was helpless about the letters between Han Du and An Qing.
Unwilling to give up, Zhu Biao later simply ran to Anqing and stayed by his side. He also threatened An Qing, "Didn't you say that you scribbled at random? Then just scribble in front of the emperor, otherwise the emperor will never bring you letters again."
With a smile in his eyes, An Qing picked up the brush and casually wrote a series of numbers on the paper. After writing, blow dry gently, fold it, and hand it to Zhu Biao.
"Brother Prince, look, isn't this just a random drawing by the imperial sister? You still don't believe it after I told you."
Lao Zhu attaches great importance to the education of his children. He not only disciplines the prince strictly, but also does not relax at all because of his busy government affairs. Moreover, Lao Zhu also takes his daughter's education seriously. The princes and daughters were allowed to go to school together, and well-known Confucian scholars were specially invited to teach them. Lao Zhu even personally took care of each of his children's studies.
Therefore, Princess Anqing's own knowledge and insight are far beyond ordinary people. Coupled with her extraordinary intelligence, a copy of The Analects of Confucius annotated by Zhu Xi has long been firmly remembered in her heart these days.
Therefore, Anqing can easily write what he wants to say using Arabic numerals without flipping through the book.
Zhu Biao was choked by An Qing and became speechless, and left angrily.
Zhu Biao's troubles are not limited to Anqing.
The imperial court was about to launch another Northern Expedition. Although this time it was because Nai'er didn't want to go south, there was absolutely no reason for the Ming Dynasty to give in.
If you don’t accept it, do it!
Since Nai'er Buhua dared to go south, Ming Dynasty would naturally go north to fight.
The soldiers and horses move forward before the food and grass are moved. Tang He can still lie down leisurely at home. But here Zhu Biao has been so busy that he is going crazy. He is the prince who supervises the country. He recruits civilians, collects food and grass, prepares ordnance, etc. All things need to be arranged by him.
Therefore, Zhu Biao always gets up before dawn these days.
Today, Zhu Biao started handling government affairs early.
At this time, a eunuch came over in a panic.
"What's the matter?" Zhu Biao glanced at him and continued to deal with government affairs at his desk.
The eunuch collapsed and knelt on the ground, and said in despair: "Go back to Your Highness, Your Highness Taisun, he..."
Zhu Biao frowned when he saw the eunuch's hesitant words, and asked in a deep voice: "What's wrong with Xiongying?"
The eldest son, Zhu Xiongying, has been extremely smart since he was a child, and he is obedient and sensible, like a little adult, which makes Zhu Biao worry a lot. Not only was he deeply loved by his father, but Zhu Biao himself also loved this eldest son very much. Seeing him was like seeing him when he was a child.
"Your Highness Taisun, you are so angry..."
Wow!
Suddenly hearing the bad news, Zhu Biao was so confused that he accidentally knocked over the pen holder. The brush rolled everywhere, and the ink was smeared on the memorial and the brocade robe.
But Zhu Biao couldn't care about it now. He stared at the eunuch with a ferocious face and asked sternly: "What did you say?"
Unfortunately, the eunuch was already trembling on the ground at this time, fearing that the prince's anger would be vented on him.
Zhu Biao suddenly stood up and walked out in a hurry. As he walked, he asked the eunuch: "Have you informed the emperor yet?"
"Someone has already gone to report to the emperor."
Zhu Biao and Lao Zhu arrived almost one after the other.
Not only Zhu Biao and Lao Zhu were present, but Zhu Biao's concubines, imperial doctors, palace maids and eunuchs were all present.
As soon as Lao Zhu brought Mao Xiang, he ordered: "Mao Xiang, watch everyone. No one is allowed to leave, let alone move around."
Seeing that Zhu Biao was about to lead the concubine to salute, he waved to stop.
"Where is my grandson?"
Zhu Biao looked sad and stretched out his hand to signal.
Lao Zhu came to the bed with tears in his eyes. The hand that holds the power of life and death for millions of living beings was trembling at the moment it was stretched out.
A child of seven or eight years old was lying quietly on the bed, as if he was asleep. The eyes were closed tightly, but the childish face was twisted into a look of horror.
I don’t know what kind of crime my grandson suffered.
Lao Zhu used his fingers to probe under the child's nose again and again. There was only a sense of coldness, no breath, and no miracles happened.
Get up and look back.
The sadness on Lao Zhu's face had faded away, leaving only a bone-chilling coldness on his face.
"What on earth is going on? Why is my grandson gone?"
Facing the furious emperor, everyone knelt on the ground.
At this time, only Zhu Biao dared to speak. He forced himself to stay strong and said: "A palace maid who was serving Xiongying found it this morning. When she found it, Xiongying was already gone."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Zhu Biao suppressed the sadness in his heart and sobbed: "Yesterday, last night, Xiongying was still pestering Erchen, asking Erchen to teach him archery. Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, he was gone... ....”
Lao Zhu did not comfort Zhu Biao, but glanced coldly at the palace maid who was kneeling on the ground.
"Who discovered it this morning?"
A palace maid who kept trembling replied in a low voice: "Hui, back to the emperor, I am a slave..."
"Drag her out and kill her." There was no movement in Lao Zhu's eyes. Killing a palace maid was like killing an ant.
Lao Zhu gave the order, and guards on both sides immediately came forward, grabbed the palace maid's arms from the left and the right, and tried to drag her away.
When the palace maid heard that she was about to beheaded, her face instantly turned pale, and she kowtowed and begged for mercy, "Your Majesty, spare my life, Your Majesty, spare your life."
