Tang Cheng looked at the mansion in front of him, with the plaque "Prince Gan's Mansion" hanging above it. This was originally the residence of General Lan Yu, Duke of Liang during the Hongwu Dynasty. The general can be said to be the most lawless figure in Jinling City, but it is a pity that he died miserably.
After Zhu Gaochi was deprived of his position as prince, he could no longer live in the East Palace according to etiquette, so the emperor gave General Lan Yu's mansion to Zhu Gaochi as the palace of the Prince of Gan.
Tang Cheng pushed open the heavy front door, and he was hit by dust. This showed how long it had been since no one had visited the Prince of Gan's Mansion. It was clearly midsummer and May, the season of scorching sun. In this Prince of Gan's Mansion, But it revealed a chill that was refreshing to the bone marrow.
Tang Cheng couldn't help but sigh, how similar the two owners of this mansion were. The scenery in the first half of his life was extremely good, but in the second half of his life, when his birthday fell at the foot of the west mountain, it seemed that in an instant, the aloof prince was pulled down, which made people suspicious. Is this true?
It's just that Zhu Gaochi was luckier than Lan Yu. He just lost his power, while Lan Yu lost his life.
Just being alive is the greatest good thing in the world.
Tang Cheng coughed lightly and said in a loud voice: "On the orders of Lord Long Live, the King of Gan and the Crown Prince of Gan have an audience!"
No one responded in the courtyard, and it was as quiet as the Nine Netherworld.
However, Tang Cheng was not in a hurry and stood patiently waiting.
After a long time, a ghost-like white figure slowly walked over. It turned out to be the grandson of the emperor who showed off his power in the past. To be precise, he was the crown prince of Prince Gan.
He was wearing a thin plain gown, with his chest exposed, and his long black hair scattered around his waist. He was thin and pale, with skeletal lines exposed under his skin, sickly and gloomy.
"No one has walked through this door for half a year. I thought I heard it wrong."
Zhu Zhanji's voice was hoarse and deep, "It turns out it's Mr. Tang. Why are you here to visit?"
Tang Cheng bowed slightly and said: "By the instructions of Lord Long Live, Prince Gan and the Crown Prince come to the palace to pay an audience."
Zhu Zhanji paused after hearing this and waved his hands feebly: "I know, my father is sleeping. His health is getting worse and worse recently. I'm afraid it will take a while. If Mr. Tang doesn't mind, just wait a little longer. .”
After finishing speaking, Zhu Zhanji turned and left without saying a word.
Under the shadow of depression is bitter loneliness.
Is he miserable?
Not really.
His status as the crown prince of the Prince of Gan allowed him to live without worries about food and clothing throughout his life. Not only that, his descendants were all vassal kings and enjoyed a status second only to the emperor in the world.
How many refugees in this world are not as miserable as him?
However, for Zhu Zhanji, the most painful thing is that he was so close, but was dragged back to hell and deprived of his power. For an ambitious person, this is the most painful suffering in the world.
If he had always had nothing, he would not suffer.
…
"Ahem."
Zhu Zhanji supported Zhu Gaochi and slowly walked into the Wenhua Hall. He coughed all the way, which showed how weak the Prince of Gan was now.
The decree was delivered in the morning, but when the father and son stepped into the Wenhua Hall, a dim and waning moon was already hanging on the starry night.
Zhu Gaochi leaned over and kowtowed: "My son, Zhu Gaochi, is here to see you, cough cough... cough..."
"No gift."
Zhu Di came over and helped Zhu Gaochi up.
The old man was tall and strong, but as his son, Zhu Pangpang looked terminally ill. He was panting and sweating profusely after taking only two steps.
"My son, I'm late. I hope my father will forgive me. Ahem."
Zhu Gaochi wiped the sweat from his forehead and apologized while coughing.
"It doesn't matter, you and I, father and son, how can you forgive me?" Zhu Di waved to Tang Cheng, "Why don't you move over quickly and let my son sit down and rest?"
Tang Cheng quickly brought a stool. After Zhu Gaochi sat down, his breathing became much calmer.
Zhu Di's face was kind, and he was asking for help here. Zhu Gaochi greeted him with a smile and a simple and honest face.
Zhu Zhanji stood aside silently, as if no one saw him.
After being polite like this for a long time, Zhu Gaochi asked: "Your Majesty came to me. He must have something important to discuss. Please just tell me."
Zhu Di paused for a moment and said slowly: "Two days ago, there was a letter from Jiangxi saying that your palace in Ganzhou has been repaired and there is nothing wrong. I will let you know."
When he said this, he was actually ordering Zhu Gaochi to secede as soon as possible.
Prince Gan's palace in Jiangxi has been repaired, so why don't you become a vassal? Do you want to retire in the capital?
Once he leaves the capital, he may never have the chance to come back, and the last bit of hope will disappear.
Zhu Gaochi's face was calm, and his heart was not moved at all: "My son understands, thank you father for reminding me, I don't have anything to pack in the capital. I can leave the capital in the next two days and go to Jiangxi to join the feudal clan."
The Zhu family are all lunatics. Starting from Zhu Yuanzhang, the ancestor who stepped on bones to ascend the throne, although Emperor Jianwen had a reputation of benevolence, his hands were stained with the blood of his uncle. Needless to say, once it was passed to the Yongle Dynasty, first Zhu Di, the old murderer, and then Zhu Gaojie, the little lunatic, perfectly inherited the bloodthirsty nature of the Zhu family.
The only exception is Zhu Gaochi.
Even Zhu Gaojie and Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu, who were hostile to Zhu Gaochi, had to admit that this Zhu Pangpang was really a kind and honest man.
Being an honest person does not mean that he is a fool. On the contrary, under the honest appearance, he contains a proficient in machinations and wisdom that no longer reveals his edge.
Faced with situations that would drive ordinary people to collapse, Zhu Gaochi could still face it with a calm expression.
Even though he failed, he did not show his decadence.
He accepts failure, accepts that his opponent is stronger than him, and accepts the loneliness after failure.
In his heart, Emperor Zhu Di was a kind father even though he was ruthless to him; King Zhu Gaoxu of Qi was still a lovely brother even though he was cruel to him; King Zhu Gaoxu of Han was still a naive brother even if he repeatedly made things difficult for him. Although the eldest son Zhu Zhanji often misbehaves, he is also a filial son.
He is willing to tolerate everyone, even if some of these people are his enemies, and some cause him to lose everything, but in his eyes, these people are all relatives connected by blood.
No matter how bloody they fight, in the end, they are still a family.
What obstacles can a family have to overcome?
So what about Ganzhou? Ganzhou, Songcheng in the south of the Yangtze River, has a mild climate and is a good place to recuperate.
However, some people don't think so.
"no!"
Zhu Zhanji suddenly roared, startling the two of them.
"Zhanji, how could you be so rude in front of your grandfather?" Zhu Gaochi scolded.
As if Zhu Zhanji couldn't hear what his father said, his eyes were blood red and he glared at Zhu Di angrily: "Grandpa, my father can't go to Ganzhou, no way!"
Zhu Di looked calm: "Why not, please give me a reason."
Zhu Zhanji asked: "When you asked my father to be the prince, if you didn't want to pass the position to him, why did you let him be the prince?"
"Now you have made him the prince for more than ten years. His body has been exhausted and sick, and now you want to drive us to Ganzhou. From the beginning to the end, have you ever regarded us, father and son, as a family!"
The string in Zhu Di's heart couldn't be stretched any longer, and he angrily shouted: "I conquered this world, it was me! It's not you. You are not qualified to say such a thing!"
Zhu Gaochi didn't know why his son was so angry today that he dared to speak to the old man like this. He quickly grabbed Zhu Zhanji's arm: "Zhanji, be obedient and don't make trouble with your grandpa. Let's go home. If you have anything to say, go home." explain."
"Dad, don't stop me, I have to get my words straight today!"
Zhu Zhanji looked ferocious and had a crazy expression. He pointed at Zhu Di's nose and said loudly, "It was you who forced me into this position back then! You have told me since I was a child that a good saint can be prosperous for three generations. , Why should the position be passed on to my father and then to me? Let me study hard and work hard. Sooner or later, the position will be handed over to me. Okay, I believe it. Now you want us to go to Ganzhou to become a feudal lord. You want us to get far away so that we can pass the throne to King Qi, right? Why don't you let me die!"
Why don't you let me die! ! !
If you had asked me to be a vassal prince, why would I be so unwilling today!
If I am always buried in the dust, then I am willing to be silent in the darkness.
Why do you want me to see the light and then beat me back to the ground?
You might as well kill me!
"Ahem, cough!"
This time it was not Zhu Gaochi who coughed, but Zhu Di.
The emperor clutched his chest, a burst of anger rushing into his heart, almost overwhelming him, and he couldn't help but take two steps back. His steps were empty and he almost fell to the ground.
"Snapped!"
A loud slap sounded, and Zhu Gaochi slapped Zhu Zhanji on the face with unforgivable anger: "How did you say these rebellious words in front of your grandfather? Don't you want to die? Why don't you?" Go to hell!”
This slap was done with full force, making Zhu Zhanji's face bloated.
Since his birth, Zhu Zhanji has never been slapped by his father.
This was the first time Zhu Gaochi hit him.
"Get out! Get out of here!"
Zhu Gaochi pointed at the palace door and said in a deep voice, "I don't want to see you, and your grandfather doesn't want to see you either, get out!"
Zhu Zhanji looked at his father incomprehensively, with tears in his eyes.
He didn't care about anything anymore, even death. Living in such embarrassment was not Zhu Zhanji's life creed.
He just wanted to find a reason for his father in front of the old man. Why did his father treat him like this?
Anger can make people irrational. Zhu Zhanji was so angry that he walked out of the Wenhua Hall angrily.
The hall became quiet again.
Zhu Gaochi seemed to have been drained of all his strength. He slipped off the stool and sat on the ground, his chest feeling heavy.
Zhu Di sat on the golden chair, closed his eyes lightly, breathed quickly, and suppressed the anger in his heart.
"He's gone crazy."
"You've gone crazy too."
Zhu Di whispered: "We are all crazy."
