Zhu Wenzheng became even more angry when he heard that Kang Duo had become a third-grade military general and that Li Jinglong was going to follow Zhu Bai in the tea-horse business. That old boy Kang Maocai was not as good as me back then, but now his son's official position is higher than mine.
I just wrote a letter to Zhang Shicheng and did nothing else.
As a result, everyone climbed on top of me.
What is this thing called?
He was so angry that he walked up and down the yard, but there was nothing he could do.
The servant came in and reported: "Master Hu has sent home this year's new wine."
For more than half a year, Hu Weiyong asked people to send something over from time to time.
Zhu Wenzheng never received him directly, he only asked people to pick him up and then returned the gift.
But people's hearts are full of flesh, and Hu Weiyong was always so attentive, which made him murmur in his heart.
Today he was careful and asked: "Did Mr. Hu come by himself today, or did he ask someone to deliver it?"
The servant said, "I came in person."
I don’t know why Hu Weiyong’s words “His Royal Highness the King of Nanchang” suddenly flashed through his mind.
Zhu Wenzheng said: "Quickly, go and keep Master Hu, serve him fragrant tea, and ask him to wait for a while. I want to receive him personally."
The servant was busy going out.
Zhu Wenzheng changed into a set of clothes for meeting guests before going out.
Hu Weiyong was sitting in the front hall, drinking tea slowly.
Zhu Wenzheng went out and handed over his hands: "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Mr. Hu has been here so many times, and my subordinates are not at home."
Hu Weiyong smiled: "Your Highness is joking. Your Highness is willing to take the time to meet me, but I am sincere and frightened."
Zhu Wenzheng made a serious face: "I welcome Mr. Hu as a guest. But if you continue to be so rebellious and call me 'King of Nanchang', I will fall out."
Hu Weiyong sighed: "Well, although the emperor did not issue an order to clear your name, you have always been the well-deserved King of Nanchang in our hearts. I think back then, you defended the city alone for the emperor against Chen Youliang's army, and you were the emperor's nephew. You are both responsible for the founding of the country, and you should be crowned king."
Zhu Wenzheng suddenly remembered that Hu Weiyong was actually an "old man" who had followed Lao Zhu for many years, but his "history of success" was rather bumpy.
Therefore, Hu Weiyong's sigh was not just hearsay.
Zhu Wenzheng remained silent.
Hu Weiyong said: "Does the King of Nanchang intend to remain silent like this?"
Zhu Wenzheng smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, what else can we do?"
As long as I can go to Nanchang and the sky is high and the emperor is far away, it doesn't matter if I don't become an official.
Hu Weiyong: "Let's find a way. Since the emperor asked you to teach the prince before, it means that he thinks your riding and shooting skills are pretty good."
Zhu Wenzheng shook his head: "The emperor no longer trusts me. It's useless to try anything."
Although he was not allowed to leave the palace, he could not go to the court, and he was not allowed to enter the palace gate. Unless Lao Zhu summoned him, he would not be able to see Lao Zhu at all...
Hu Weiyong said: "As a minister, there is nothing we can do. As a nephew, there are still many ways. After all, the emperor only has you as his nephew."
Zhu Wenzheng was stunned and murmured: "What can I do?"
Hu Weiyong smiled mysteriously, dipped his finger in tea and wrote the word "cry" on the table. Then he glanced at Zhu Wenzheng and erased it.
Zhu Wenzheng understood.
But he also knows that there is no such good thing in the world.
Showing courtesy for nothing is either cheating or stealing.
Hu Weiyong is not a good person, so he suddenly came to get close to him. He must have some intention.
Zhu Wenzheng stared at Hu Weiyong: "What do you want from me?"
Hu Weiyong sighed: "Oh, you are overthinking. After all, I am not from the old Zhu family. The prince and princes are all afraid of me. I also want to find someone to hug me."
Zhu Wenzheng nodded: "Okay, thank you very much. If I can succeed this time, I will never forget Mr. Hu's advice."
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Old Zhu Zheng and Zhu Biao were reading the book in the imperial study, and suddenly heard reports from outside that Zhu Wenzheng was pleading guilty just to see the emperor.
Lao Zhu raised his eyebrows and asked Erhu: "What the hell? Are you asking for forgiveness?"
Erhu replied: "Yes, Your Majesty, Mr. Zhu is kneeling outside Chengtian Gate with his shirtless body and carrying a thorn stick on his back."
Tsk, tsk, tsk, such a rough guy can't even write an article clearly, but he still imitates the ancients and apologizes for it.
This is because I received guidance from an expert.
Lao Zhu sneered: "Take him to the front of the imperial study room, and let's see what tricks this bastard is going to do."
A moment later, Zhu Wenzheng came, kneeling on the ground outside the imperial study room, crying and kowtow: "Uncle, you are willing to see your nephew."
Lao Zhu sat inside without making a sound.
Zhu Wenzheng kowtowed: "My nephew is wrong. My nephew was young, energetic and ignorant at that time. He was confused and hurt my uncle's heart. If my uncle is really angry, he will scold me and beat me. If you don't forgive me, Even if I die, I will not have the shame to see my father. Dad, your son is unfilial, and you are the only son, and I have embarrassed you."
Lao Zhu suddenly thought of his brother, and his eyes turned red.
Even if he changed his eldest brother Zhu Chongsi's wealthy name to Zhu Xinglong, what's the point? His eldest brother had already starved to death!
He had three brothers, and they all starved to death. Why? Because everyone wanted to save that bite for the youngest one.
Of the three brothers, only the eldest brother Zhu Chongsi left a son like Zhu Wenzheng.
He has conquered the country, but what's the use of having such incredible wealth?
But there is no one at home, no one! !
When he returned to Fengyang, the two huts at home had collapsed.
The north wind blew over the pile of dirt and thatch that could no longer be seen as a house. He, a man of iron and steel who had killed countless people and seen countless separations without shedding tears, cried out in pain.
So why did he marry so many women and have so many children.
He was afraid, he was afraid that if he didn't have more children, Lao Zhu's family would be extinct and he would really become a loner.
Zhu Wenzheng was still crying: "Mom, you took me all the way from Fengyang to find my uncle. We didn't even have a pair of shoes in the winter. When we met my uncle, he gave us a pair of new shoes. Yes. I'm ungrateful, I forgot who I am after winning a few battles. I'm such a bastard, I regret it so much, mother."
He burst into tears as he spoke.
Lao Zhu's tears also fell down.
When Zhu Wenzheng was led by his sister-in-law to join him, he was so thin and small that he did not look like a teenager. This is also the reason why Zhu Wenzheng will be shorter than others when he becomes an adult.
Zhu Biao saw that Lao Zhu was crying and hurriedly stepped forward: "Father, don't be too sad, it is not good for your health. I see that my cousin is sincerely repentant, otherwise give him another chance."
Zhu Wenzheng has been left alone for ten years.
Moreover, Zhu Wenzheng is indeed a good fighter.
Lao Zhu stopped crying: "Ask him to come in."
Zhu Wenzheng was so cold that his whole body turned red and trembled. After he came in, he crawled on the ground.
Lao Zhu said: "Find some clothes for him to put on. How can he be naked?"
It sounded like he was scolding Zhu Wenzheng, but in fact, he had already begun to feel sorry for him.
