"There is wind every year, and the wind blows every year, slowly and slowly."
Zhu Gaojie held the warm Huadiao wine and said calmly, "The river never rushes people to cross the river. No matter how things change, we can just wait and see."
"Being prepared can help you avoid danger. Holding a knife in your hand, even if you don't have the intention to kill, is better than not having a knife in your hand." Ying Zheng said in a deep voice, "The prerequisite for waiting to see what happens is that others allow you to wait and see what happens."
"The Jin Yiwei's hidden stakes are all over the government and the public. In addition to the Jin Yiwei, the old man must have other hidden powers to guard against the prince." Zhu Gaojie shook his head and said, "He has been watching us, whether it is the prince, the King of Han, or the King of Zhao. , or maybe it’s me, thinking that I’m hiding my cards in the dark, but I don’t know that everything is under the old man’s plan. He can allow the prince to cultivate his own power, but the prerequisite is that everything is within his control.”
Father, like son.
Only then could Zhu Gaojie, who had always been a "spectator", see clearly how terrifying the old man's methods were and how he could control everyone in the palm of his hand.
Because he was the emperor of the rebellion, he was more vigilant than anyone else.
The night was deep, and the cold wind swept through the treetops, making a rustling sound.
Zhu Gaojie's earlobes moved slightly and his eyes were cold: "Get out!"
Although the person hiding in the dark moved very slightly, mixing the sound of movement with the sound of flapping leaves, Zhu Gaojie could still distinguish it with his extraordinary ear.
With his ears, he could clearly hear the obscure sound of fingers sliding on the string when he was bending a bow and setting an arrow a hundred steps away, but how could he not hear the sound of breathing within ten steps!
No one answered him, as if everything was his imagination.
Zhu Gaojie took off the sword from his waist, murderous intent already rising in his heart.
After the founding of the Ming Dynasty, martial virtues abounded. Those with high status in the capital would all wear swords. However, most of them were unbladed decorations for show. Even the gentle and elegant prince had an unbladed Longquan sword.
Few people know that King Qi's sword is an open killing sword.
"Do you think this king is testing you?"
Zhu Gaojie pointed his sword at the back of a Bodhi tree and said in a cold voice, "He arrived without announcing it and broke into the palace without permission. I will treat you and your three clans as merciful!"
Behind the Bodhi tree, a man wearing a black coat and a forged silver faceplate came out. He was tall and burly, holding a two-foot dagger. He was as silent as a shadow.
The man took out a copper token from his waist and threw it to Zhu Gaojie.
Zhu Gaojie took the copper token and his eyes were slightly startled.
Special anti-counterfeiting pattern, hot silver stamping with the word "Servant".
Shadow Attendant!
This is a mysterious army, few people know about them, and Zhu Gaojie is one of these very few people.
They inherited the destiny and belonged directly to the emperor. Even the prince with the power to supervise the country could not mobilize them.
"The Emperor summons you." Shadow Attendant said in a hoarse voice, his voice was like the hoarse sound of a broken and leaking bellows.
Zhu Gaojie expressed doubts about this.
When summoning the prince, the emperor can send eunuchs, but why should he send a shadow attendant?
This can only mean that...the old man does not want people to know that he has summoned King Qi.
But he is a prince with no real power and no ambition, so why would the old man go to such great lengths to fight?
Things were getting more and more troublesome, Zhu Gaojie frowned slightly.
Although the old man used to do some puzzling things when he had convulsions, but these days, the old man is a little more diligent in having convulsions.
…
Qianqing Palace
Zhu Di was half-lying on a dragon couch covered with gold quilts, covered with a black plush blanket. He was holding a scroll of scriptures from Jiming Temple annotated by monk Daoyan. He wanted to calm down the excitement by chanting the scriptures. heart.
Monk Daoyan is a divine man. The scriptures he annotated are not filled with empty and gorgeous words, but are filled with witty words that are easy to understand.
But at this moment, Zhu Di's heart could not calm down. In his eyes, all the documents in the book became the word "King Qi".
After the Han Dynasty emperor's life simulation ended, Zhu Di was not given an explanation, but instead was filled with incomprehensible doubts.
King Qi Zhu Gaojie became someone Zhu Di could not see through.
He originally thought that the fourth child had the temperament of Xianyun Yehe and was just hiding some clumsiness.
But now it seems that it is not that simple.
The explanation in the simulator is "King Qi conquered Fujian, and when the Ming Dynasty was in danger, he led his troops north to save the country, tried his best to save the country, and forced the grassland coalition forces to retreat." But many details in it can be explained by this simple sentence!
How did King Qi raise the army he recruited and trained in Fujian?
An elite army cannot be raised overnight. Could the King of Han be blind and not see it?
"Fourth, Fourth, what secrets are you hiding in your heart?" Zhu Di murmured softly, "Now I am getting more and more confused about what kind of person you are, and I don't know how to treat you."
…
It was not only Zhu Di who was confused, but also Zhu Gaojie.
He really couldn't figure out why the old man secretly summoned him to the palace.
You are a sixty-year-old man, why don't you sleep most of the night?
Zhu Gaojie walked into the Qianqing Palace, bowed his head and saluted: "My son, I see the emperor and say hello to him."
"I am safe."
Zhu Di, who was on the dragon bed, put down the scripture in his hand and waved to him, "Little boy, come here."
Although the old man still spoke as "amiably" as before, his tone today was much gentler.
Zhu Gaojie was a little uncertain about the old man's attitude, but he still obediently sat beside the old man's hand.
"I don't know, my dear, what is the purpose of the emperor's summons late at night?" Zhu Gaojie tested the old man's tone.
The old man's eyes were still cold and he said, "Has the gap between us two been so deep now?"
"What does the emperor mean by this?" Zhu Gaojie was puzzled.
He thought to himself: What did I say wrongly that made you unhappy again?
Zhu Di pondered for a moment and said, "You don't even want to call me dad."
Zhu Gaojie:? ? ?
Just say what you say, why do you, old man, still curse?
"I don't dare." Zhu Gaojie lowered his head and said.
"What's wrong with this? Is it illegal to call me daddy?" Surprisingly, Zhu Di was not angry after being rejected. He just asked with a little doubt.
Zhu Gaojie still lowered his head and said nothing.
After a long time, Zhu Di waved to him with a tired look: "I'm tired, you can go back."
"My son, please retire."
Zhu Gaojie stood up, bowed, turned and left.
Zhu Di looked at his leaving back with complicated eyes.
Originally, he had many things he wanted to ask today, but now he has no interest in asking questions.
There was already an invisible wall between the father and son.
It wasn't until today that he discovered what kind of attitude Lao Si had towards him.
That was definitely not resentment, but indifference.
He and Lao Si are no longer father and son, but monarchs and ministers.
"Ahem."
Zhu Di covered his painful heart and coughed violently.
"Heartache, why am I heartbroken?"
Zhu Di murmured to himself: "It turns out that my heart still hurts."
As the prince said: From the moment Zhu Di rode into the palace in the fourth year of Jianwen, we were no longer a family, but enemies.
"I regret it so much." The old man sighed quietly.
