When Lao Zhu and Queen Ma went to Zhu Su's courtyard, Zhu Laowu was in the courtyard, grilling meat in a charcoal pot for heating.
Xiang Deng broke out in a cold sweat, and every time the fat from the meat skewers on Zhu Su's hands dripped into the charcoal basin and burst into a cluster of sparks, the fat on the old eunuch's face trembled with fear.
"Your Majesty the Fifth Highness, the Fifth Ancestor... just go inside. If your rich body is burned by the flames, what will you do?" Xiang Deng prayed.
"You are a noble man. Scholars say that the son of a rich man cannot sit down in court."
"What's more, playing with these foods is what low-class people like this old slave should do..."
"If you really want to do this, I will help you..."
Xiang Deng said that he wanted Zhu Su to stay away from the burning charcoal basin. Zhu Su, however, was dismissive and glanced at the old eunuch angrily.
"If you guys are helping me, why should I take action myself?" Zhu Su said angrily.
"Let you take care of it? Do you want me to eat coke when the time comes?"
How can this old guy know how to barbecue? Let him bake it, and the chicken wings stolen from the imperial kitchen early in the morning would be in vain.
Seeing Zhu Su getting closer and closer, Xiang Deng jumped anxiously.
"Your Majesty is here, the Queen is here!" A call came from outside.
Xiangdeng was startled and quickly wanted to pick up the charcoal basin to destroy the body and eliminate traces of the corpse, but Zhu Su glared at him and he immediately did not dare to move. He quickly knelt down on the spot and waited to greet the holy driver.
Zhu Su seemed not to hear it and continued to flip the chicken wings.
As soon as Lao Zhu stepped into the courtyard, he smelled the aroma of meat. When he saw Zhu Su wearing a quilt and having a barbecue in the yard with an upright look, he immediately became angry again.
"Sister, look, this traitor can still sit in the courtyard and enjoy the cool breeze. It seems that we hit him too lightly!" Lao Zhu said angrily.
Zhu Suli ignored him. This father beat him up regardless, how could he not be resentful?
Anyway, I have already shown my cards, so I just let myself go from now on.
If you can't stand me, punish me by going to Fengyang High Wall!
A little bit~
Queen Ma walked over quickly and moved the charcoal basin away from Zhu Su. He blamed him and said: "Su'er, you just got injured yesterday. If you don't take good care of yourself in the house, why are you still sitting in the yard blowing the cold wind?"
"Don't your butt hurt?"
"Hehe. Thanks to my mother, it's almost better." Zhu Su said with a smile. The plaster that Queen Ma sent last night was an extremely valuable golden sore medicine. It was like killing a chicken with a knife to treat Zhu Su's mere flesh wounds. When he woke up early in the morning, Zhu Su found that his butt didn't hurt much anymore.
Of course, Lao Zhu was not willing to take a heavy blow, and he was also one of the insignificant Zuoyin.
"Then you can't play with fire early in the morning." Queen Ma scolded. "What should I do if I get burned?"
"I'm barbecuing, not playing with fire!" Zhu Su shook the half-roasted chicken wings in his hand. "The rice cooked by Xu Xingzu is so! It's unpalatable!"
"I've been enduring it for five years! Today I really can't bear it anymore..."
In Lao Zhu's imperial dining room, there was only one imperial chef named Xu Xingzu, who was responsible for the meals of Lao Zhu's family, young and old.
This imperial chef has been responsible for Lao Zhu's meals since the beginning of his career.
What was Lao Zhu's identity when he first started the incident? At best they are called rebels, at worst they are bandits!
So this chef Xu's level is the level of cooking a big pot of rice in a cottage. Regardless of the precious food tribute, even if it is dragon liver and phoenix marrow, Xu Yuchu has only one method: boil it!
The taste can be described in four words: It’s hard to describe!
Previously, Empress Ma could occasionally cook and cook something fancy for the Zhu brothers. Now that Queen Ma's mother-in-law is in the world, even for the face of the Ming Dynasty, she can't burn the stove every day. The brothers of the Zhu family can only eat pig food every day with the careless old Zhu.
That is to say, the eldest brother Zhu Biao has now grown up and got married. He can occasionally go out of the palace and bring some snacks from outside and food cooked by the Crown Princess Chang to give his brothers teeth as a sacrifice.
Otherwise, the Zhu Su brothers will go crazy!
Now that Zhu Su has shown off his cards and let himself go, how can he still tolerate such idleness? If you don’t give me freedom, it’s not okay for me to bake it myself.
"Humph, the gentleman is far away from the chef and doesn't know about it. He is a prince, and he roasts chicken himself. Vulgar!" The wife was talking to the children and ignored herself. Lao Zhu could only mutter to himself.
Zhu Su glanced at his father angrily. He thought to himself: You have only been studying for a few days, and yet you still neglect my essay!
Lao Zhu only started to read when he became an adult. In terms of academic qualifications, he is not as good as Zhu Laowu.
"Okay." Queen Ma took out the chicken wings from Zhu Su's hand and placed them on the plate held high by Xiang Deng. "Go inside first, don't catch a cold."
"My father-in-law and I have something serious to tell you!"
With that said, he pulled Zhu Su into the back room. Zhu Yuanzhang winked, and the two tigers understood and ordered the guards to protect the small courtyard to ensure that no fourth person could hear the next conversation inside.
"Business? What is it?" Seeing the door closed, Zhu Su asked.
But when he turned around and saw the solemn look on Lao Zhu's face, he guessed: "Did the battle report from the front line arrive?"
"Well, it's been a while since the sixth day of May, so it's really time to deliver it."
Seeing that his son saw through his intentions, Lao Zhu stopped being secretive.
"Alas, your Uncle Tiande sent the battle report. He accidentally fell into Wang Baobao's trick..."
"That's what I said." Zhu Su said. "I said that the Ming Dynasty lost this battle, dad, you just don't believe me."
"You're such a traitor..." These words were really unpleasant to listen to. Lao Zhu looked stern and wanted to get angry. Queen Ma on the side had stretched out her hand and patted Zhu Su on the head.
"You kid, why are you still here gloating?"
"Lingbei was defeated, and tens of thousands of our Ming Dynasty's elite were destroyed. I don't know how many mothers lost their children, and how many brides lost their husbands!"
"Not to mention that if the Meng Yuan took advantage of the situation and went south, half of the country in the north would be caught in the flames of war in an instant. The Central Plains has been plagued by the Mongolian Yuan for hundreds of years, and the people are already very thin. How can the disaster of the Song and Yuan be repeated again?"
"As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, you should care about the world. Since you have the talent given by heaven and have an insight into the war situation, why are you so complacent here and not knowing how to solve your father's problems?"
"How can we become the herdsmen of our Daming Ping clan in the future?"
These words made Lao Zhu Chang feel inexplicably happy. She has to be a girl, she is worthy of being our Lao Zhu’s good wife!
One thing brings down another, look at this treacherous son again!
"How can I be complacent?" Zhu Su felt aggrieved. "I'm just stating the facts."
"Besides, I have already said that I am a time traveler. I can know the battle situation in advance only because I have read it in history books."
"As for why Meng Yuan took advantage of the situation and went south... Meng Yuan will not go south at all, so what can be done to solve the problem?"
"Oh?" Lao Zhu showed an interested look. "Why?"
"It's all written in the history books." Zhu Su said matter-of-factly.
Lao Zhu's expression froze. Until this moment, he still didn't believe what Zhu Su said about the time traveler.
He would rather believe that his son is actually extremely talented, and he calculated the defeat of the Northern Expedition in advance and deliberately deceived his father.
As for why the time, place and other information could be so accurate, Lao Zhu put aside this part of the doubt for the time being. After all, compared to this doubt, the time traveler's statement is even more incredible.
However... this son seems to still insist on the "traveler" theory. The corner of Lao Zhu's mouth twitched, and he had to follow his words and continue to ask: "So, according to the history books, how will the next battle develop?"
"Bei Yuan, really won't invade the south on a large scale?"
Now, he just wants to get some reasonable suggestions from this "gifted" son.
"Nan Qing? Does it have that strength?" Zhu Su looked disdainful.
"Bei Yuan tried his best to win a battle in Lingbei. And because Xu Da made a quick decision, Ming Dynasty did not lose too many troops."
"Li Wenzhong on the east road even broke through the encirclement with suspicious soldiers. He was at an absolute disadvantage and fought evenly with Meng Yuan."
"These two are famous generals in the world, and they are not the prodigal son of the Bao Sect. How could it be so easy for the entire army to be wiped out?"
"The main force of the Ming Dynasty is still there. Why does Meng Yuan invade the south?"
"Fort Sect?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned. Who is Baozong? never heard of that. Prodigal? Who loses?
I always feel that this Baozong has a story...
However, Zhu Su did not give him a chance to ask further questions and continued on his own:
"What's more, there is also the West Route Army!"
"Fu Youde, the pioneer of the West Route Army, went deep into the enemy's rear and won seven battles and seven victories. He frightened Meng Yuan's brats out of their wits."
"It's too late for Aiyou Shilida to think about invading the south before it's too late."
These words were like a thunder, which shocked Zhu Yuanzhang with surprise and joy.
Immediately, he forgot all about the bullshit Baozong.
"You mean, Fu Youde, he has seven battles and seven victories?"
"How can it be?"
Lao Zhu, who had come back to his senses, was in disbelief.
