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The hall was extremely quiet, and Zhu Xianming's face became increasingly ugly.
"I asked the fourth child to go to Jinling to train him. As a prince, he must know how the place operates and how the army is mobilized..."
"Really? Could it be that we can't learn these things in the capital?"
Turning around and holding on to the railing, Zhu Xianming said coldly: "What do you want today? Are you here to find me?"
"I don't dare to find fault with you. Since it comes to this, I will ask you some questions clearly!"
"What words?"
"Fourth and Sixth, who do you want to establish?"
This question is really too explicit, and it should not be asked from the mouth of a minister. The queen is naturally a minister.
Under normal circumstances, this kind of question is equivalent to forcing the wife to marry, and it is also normal to plan for rebellion.
However, Zhu Xianming and his wife have come through the most difficult years hand in hand. They are husband and wife, confidants, and comrades who depend on each other for life and death.
Therefore, the relationship between the two of them came last, so Yang Qingyin dared to ask directly.
Although Zhu Xianming was ruthless and decisive, he didn't know how to answer when faced with his wife's question.
"What kind of experience is it not caused by your connivance with Lao Liu? Why do you think I don't know?"
"Isn't it just that you are worried about the fourth child? You are afraid that he will imitate Grandpa Shi and you, so you support the sixth child to balance the fourth child!"
"You are so presumptuous..." Zhu Xianming scolded angrily, turning around and glaring at Yang Qingyin.
If anyone else saw the emperor's appearance, they would be so scared that they would pee their pants, but Yang Qingyin was not included now.
"Why, did I get it right?"
This was indeed what Zhu Xianming had in mind. He had snatched the throne, so naturally he had to guard against his son's rebellion.
"Women's opinions are nonsense!"
"That's all. You are the emperor...it's not unusual to do these things!" Yang Qingyin sneered.
"But why do you prefer the sixth child and look down on the fourth child? Either belittle or scold him?"
"What kind of virtues do you not know about the fourth child? If he did something successful, I would scold him from time to time?" This is also Zhu Xianming's sincere words.
He snatched the throne himself, and naturally he didn't want future generations to follow his example, so he picked up the rules of the Ming Dynasty and directly made his eldest son the prince.
I thought that with this arrangement, Li Tang's old story would not happen, but I didn't know that Zhu Jingyuan was an Adou who couldn't help him.
Weak in work, pedantic in thought, weak in body, and without any opinion...
How can such a person safely hand over his country?
To Zhu Xianming, the prince was like a useless person. If he established him, he would be worried that he would not be able to maintain the throne, but if he was abolished, he would violate the rules of succession.
So Zhu Xianming himself has not yet decided who will take over.
It was precisely because of this that Prince Rui Zhu Jingyuan bravely fought against the prince for the throne of the emperor.
In fact, Yang Qingyin was also aware of the bad things here, but she had to save some face for her husband, so she didn't pick them out.
"What's wrong with the fourth child? Is he not good at literature? Or is he unfilial?"
"Don't you know that the fourth child is indecisive and has a cowardly character?"
"Why is he like this? Isn't it because you are too strict? You have praised him a few times since you were a child?" Yang Qingyin tried her best to defend her son.
At this point, the conflict could no longer be resolved, and the hall fell silent again.
It was impossible for the emperor to surrender. Yang Qingyin knew this very well, and she no longer wanted to stay here any longer.
"You are the emperor, and I can't stop you from letting the fourth and sixth sons fight. The thirteenth son will never let you ruin him again!"
Looking at his unreasonable wife, Zhu Xianming angrily yelled: "I asked him to study and be sensible, how could I ruin him?"
"He doesn't want your throne. He can do whatever he wants. Why should you be so lenient!"
"Can you please be reasonable?" Zhu Xianming looked aggrieved at this moment.
Yang Qingyin suddenly stood up from the rocking chair and almost fell down because she couldn't hold her steady. Fortunately, Zhu Xianming stepped forward in time to help her.
Throwing away her husband's hand, Yang Qingyin said coldly: "Be reasonable? Are you a reasonable person?"
As a mother, it was normal for Yang Qingyin to feel angry when she saw her husband inciting two sons to fight and being too harsh on the younger son.
So when she finished speaking, she walked directly down the stairs, leaving Zhu Xianming alone upstairs.
Walking to the center of the hall, Yang Qingyin raised her head and looked towards the attic. Zhu Xianming quickly looked away.
"I tell you, surnamed Zhu, I can't control the fourth and sixth sons when they become adults, and the thirteenth son will not allow you to be ruined!"
After saying that, Yang Qingyin left gracefully, and when she left the door, Zhu Xianming cursed: "Smelly bitch, you are going to cause trouble!"
He is a dignified emperor, and he is being bullied and reprimanded like this. How is it that this news has spread?
Of course, the affairs of the emperor and his wife were no secret in the capital.
As an emperor who aspired to be on par with Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty, if Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty could accommodate Empress Changsun, how could he, Zhu Xianming, not tolerate Yang Qingyin.
Besides, outside the door, dozens of eunuchs and maids were trembling and kneeling on the ground, not knowing how to deal with themselves.
"Walk!"
"Your Majesty, this soup is ready..."
Therefore, the Queen came here specially to deliver soup tonight so that Zhu Xianming would not be hungry at night.
"Put it here, whether he likes to drink it or not!"
"yes!"
The queen left with her people, leaving only Qianqing Palace on duty tonight.
"What the hell are you doing standing outside? Why don't you come in and do some work!"
The emperor's furious roar was like starting the clockwork of everyone. Dozens of people immediately started to act in an orderly manner, and the abacus was clattering.
The food box that the queen left behind was raised to the attic by Cheng Ying, the eunuch in charge of the Qianqing Palace.
"Your Majesty, this is the soup sent by the Queen. Look..."
There had just been a quarrel, and according to Zhu Xianming's attitude just now, Cheng Ying should be asked to throw things out at this moment.
But he really couldn't bear it, fearing that he would really offend the queen and cause further trouble in the future.
Trying his best to suppress his anger, Zhu Xianming said in a deep voice: "Drink up and put it aside!"
After saying this, he sat back on the rocking chair and continued to read the report that had just been sent.
Originally, he wanted to call Zhu Jinghong back to the capital, but after the queen made such a fuss, Zhu Xianming could only give up temporarily.
Although Zhu Xianming was angry, he also knew that what his younger son did was indeed useful in purging Jinling's officialdom.
"Mobilize the navy? There are only so many navy in total. Can you mobilize them all so that you don't have to defend the foreigners?"
Seeing the prince's request in the memorial, Zhu Xianming became even more angry.
So he immediately took up his ink pen and wrote: "Is the prince sharing your worries for me, or am I sharing your worries for the prince!"
After writing this sentence, Zhu Xianming put down the memorial and looked downstairs again.
Because of the war between the north and the south, the court is now very short of money. Apart from giving the prince two troops, he will not and cannot give any support.
Although Japanese pirates are fierce, they are just scabies. The biggest hidden danger to the court now is from several tribes in the northwest.
After years of suppression, although the various tribes have surrendered, the Rakshasa Kingdom is stirring up trouble, and the northwest frontier is not 100% stable.
In fact, Zhu Xianming really wanted to train the prince when he asked him to go to Jinling, but it was a pity that the prince had not done anything that he would praise yet.
The only progress that was made was due to Zhu Jinghong's fussing, so that Zhu Xianming became more and more disappointed at this moment.
After putting down the memorial, he looked at the food box next to him. Cheng Ying, who was standing beside him, immediately understood and stepped forward to open the box and take out the soup.
When he opened the lid, the aroma immediately hit his nostrils, making Zhu Xianming, who was already a little hungry, move his index fingers.
"I don't need you to serve me here, go down!"
"yes!"
After Cheng Ying left, Zhu Xianming immediately picked up the bowl, filled the soup with it and brought it to his mouth. The temperature was just right, lukewarm or not.
“It smells so good!”
After taking a sip, Zhu Xianming felt the taste was mellow, and he licked his lips with endless aftertaste.
