Liu Sanwu thought to himself, why would your Majesty ask questions knowingly?
Among your sons, apart from the late Prince Zhu Biao, only the fourth son, Zhu Di, can be of great use.
According to etiquette and law, the eldest son inherits the throne. If the eldest son dies, he can inherit the throne.
However, King Qin and King Jin were headstrong and cruel, causing chaos in the fiefdom. With such a character, once you become emperor, you will not be afraid of another Sui Yang Emperor.
If King Yan was the second eldest son, Liu Sanwu might still admire him. However, the awkward position of the fourth son would be impossible unless King Qin and King Jin died.
Liu Sanwu would not elaborate on these thoughts, which would offend the superiors, fearing that the nine clans would not be safe today.
After thinking about it for a while, Liu Sanwu figured out what the superior was thinking, which was probably to establish King Yan as the crown prince. He immediately responded: "The emperor's grandson is rich and he is the legitimate son. After the death of his son, Sun Cheng, it is appropriate to control the rites. That is to say, he will establish King Yan and install the Qin and Jin Dynasties. Where are the two kings?"
Little did he know that within Zhu Yuanzhang's old body, his soul had completely changed, most of his memories were lost, and he was not clear about various matters.
I heard these three words Liu Sanwu from the old eunuch Huang Gouer. This man was loyal and honest, and dared to say things that others dare not say.
Zhu Yuanzhang pondered the word "King of Yan" for a moment, and finally pulled out a scaly claw from the incomplete memory.
"I will consider what you said. Today's matter must not be mentioned to anyone."
"Old minister, I obey the order!"
After swatting away Liu Sanwu, Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes tiredly.
He has tried many secrets these days, but due to the obstacles in his body's national destiny, he cannot eat souls and replenish his energy.
Fortunately, as a great cultivator in his previous life, he knew many heretical methods, some of which were methods of using national luck.
In fact, he has also obtained the method of practicing national luck. If he uses it, he can give this decaying body a little nourishment and live for ten more years.
However, in the practice of national destiny, the soul and soul will be bound to the national destiny and inseparable. Even if one possesses tremendous power, his lifespan will not be extended, and he will turn into a handful of loess within a hundred years at most.
This is really hard to accept for him, who is a major cultivator and is only one step away from immortality.
Moreover, in the practice of national destiny, strength is linked to the country. Once the national destiny weakens, the strength will decrease. If the country perishes, the body and soul will be destroyed.
He has never liked such troublesome things. He has devoted himself to cultivating Taoism for three thousand years and has never been fascinated by external objects. It would be fine if a mere mortal emperor did not do this.
The most important thing now is to give up the throne as soon as possible, so that he can devote himself to practice, strive to gain a glimpse of the great road, and enjoy immortality.
Zhu Yuanzhang thought about what Liu Sanwu said about establishing the emperor's grandson as the heir apparent, and found it troublesome.
The emperor's grandson is young and lacks prestige, making it difficult to convince the public. It's like the sect in the previous life, which wanted to give up the top spot in each peak but chose to appoint a young disciple as the future sect leader.
The leader of each peak is bound to be dissatisfied and has many overt and covert tactics. When the time comes, he will have a headache, and he will have to work hard to clear the obstacles for the successor.
There was not much time, and Zhu Yuanzhang did not want to waste his efforts. It was best to have a wise and powerful successor, so that he could hand over the country's destiny with peace of mind and save a lot of trouble.
After listening to Liu Sanwu's words and observing its color, Zhu Yuanzhang had an idea in his mind. I am afraid that only King Yan can use it now.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhu Yuanzhang announced Mao Xiang, stepped back to the left and right, and said: "Hurry up and announce King Yan's arrival in Beijing."
Mao Xiang knelt on the ground. After being slightly surprised, he guessed the meaning of Zhu Yuanzhang's words. He wanted to make King Yan the crown prince.
But in front of King Yan, there is King Qin and King Jin. By doing this, is he not afraid of hurting the heart of King Qin and King Jin, and causing trouble a hundred years later?
Mao Xiang's thoughts were spinning very fast, but without showing any signs of it on his face, he took the order and immediately sent out his confidants to announce the decree to Yanjing in the north.
As a minister, he must learn to figure out the holy will. Mao Xiang was able to lead the imperial guards and command the envoys, and he had already mastered this method.
Since the superior sent him there, he certainly did not want outsiders to know about it, so he specially emphasized that he should dress lightly and not make any publicity.
In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang simply didn't know who else could be used. He didn't know anything about the departments that required the announcement of the edict. He simply used whoever was comfortable with it, so as not to expose his flaws.
So, a few more days passed.
In the Fengtian Hall, there were a few lights, which were slightly dim. The serving eunuchs stood with their heads bowed, like statues.
It was raining non-stop outside the hall, it was very dark, and the air was full of moisture.
Zhu Yuanzhang, who had been dealing with government affairs for a long time, felt particularly bored. He was no longer an emperor, he was clearly a handyman disciple in a mine, and he had to deal with trivial matters.
Glancing at the pile of memorials beside him, Zhu Yuanzhang became more and more impatient. In addition, his body was old and his eyes were dim, which made him look even more strenuous.
It is true that these ministers knew that the prince died of illness and he was not happy, but they still issued so many government affairs.
He thought about taking care of his dragon body every day, but when he was working hard, he didn't have any left. All the pressure was put on him, and he didn't know what the use of the work of raising these ministers was.
And these slaves are really worthy of being killed in such a dark weather. I don’t know how many more candles to light!
Zhu Yuanzhang only felt that the hostility in his heart was getting deeper and deeper, and it seemed that a guillotine was about to awaken in his blood.
At this moment, Mao Xiang walked in quickly from outside the palace, knelt down in the tunnel and said: "Your Majesty, His Royal Highness King Yan has returned to the capital with orders and is waiting outside the palace."
"Let him in!"
Suppressing the unknown fire in his heart, he raised his head and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Very good, the successor is here, and these bad things will finally be away from him.
King Zhu Di of Yan walked in from outside the palace. His steps were not fast, but he had the aura of a dragon and a tiger when walking, and he suddenly felt heroic.
Judging from his face, he is resolute and courageous, like a knife cutting an axe, and his face is square, very similar to him.
Not bad, at least from the appearance point of view, he is an iron-blooded successor. Although he is a little less friendly, he is excellent in other aspects.
It seems like this heavy burden can be lifted off my shoulders!
Zhu Di was beating a drum in his heart, and with inexplicable excitement in his heart, he quickly walked up to the palace, then knelt down and worshiped on the ground, saying: "The fourth son, King Yan, Zhu Di, kneels down to see His Majesty the Father."
After these serious words of kneeling, Zhu Di looked a little uneasy and bravely shouted: "Dad!"
Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sitting on the dragon throne, looked at Zhu Di, who was somewhat similar to himself, kneeling on the ground, and the idea of retirement intensified in his heart.
"Fourth, get up!"
He spoke.
Zhu Di was slightly stunned. Judging from his father's tone, he felt extremely subtle and very different from his memory.
His first thought was that the death of his eldest brother was a huge blow to his father. The emperor who single-handedly founded the Ming Dynasty could not withstand the ravages of time.
Raising his eyes slightly, Zhu Di looked at Zhu Yuanzhang's old and decayed face and his obvious fatigue, and his heart trembled.
That's right, the eldest brother whom he devoted so much effort to cultivate died of illness in his prime, and all arrangements were destroyed... Dad was already old and suffered painful blows one after another. It seems that it is not an exaggeration to say that he has changed.
Why did his father secretly summon him to the palace this time? Could it be that he could not let go of the threat of the remaining Mongolian Yuan forces in the north and needed him to make arrangements?
Zhu Di had a lot of thoughts in his mind, and he couldn't help but think about the position of crown prince. He had also thought about this along the way, but King Qin and King Jin were before him, and according to etiquette, it was not his turn.
However, the development of things often exceeds people's expectations.
"Fourth brother, you can be the prince!"
For a moment, the atmosphere became a little solid.
The sculpture-like eunuch nearby was trembling all over, so nervous that he dared not breathe for fear of disturbing the silence.
As for Zhu Di, the train of thought in his mind seemed to be unable to continue, and he said: "Don't worry, Dad, I will definitely be able to sweep the northern border this time... Wait a minute, Dad, what did you say?"
His heart suddenly beat violently, and his words were suddenly filled with difficulty. The fast heartbeat even made his face turn red.
Did you hear that wrong? Maybe you heard it wrong? How could this position fall on his head?
In the somewhat dim Fengtian Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang tapped the table, looked at Zhu Di who was trembling slightly with excitement, and repeated it once.
"Zhu Di, you come to be the prince!"
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