"But, have you ever thought about it, you are diligent enough, but future generations may not be so!" Zhu Su said.
"What?" Lao Zhu narrowed his eyes, and a power spread instantly. "Among the emperors in the future, are there any who dare to neglect the government?"
That’s too much, Zhu Su thought.
However, let's discuss the matter first: "You are an emperor who has suffered a lot, and your body is strong."
"These tasks are placed on your shoulders, but you can still bear them and endure them. You even enjoy them and are more than satisfied."
"But you can bear it, but future emperors may not be able to bear it if they are pampered and pampered!"
"We won't tell you even if it's far away. As soon as you dethroned the Prime Minister, hey, when your son takes office this time, you will turn around and create a cabinet."
"Oh?" Lao Zhu raised his thick eyebrows. When Zhu Su said "son", he subconsciously took this "son" to be his eldest son Zhu Biao.
After all, in his mind, the eldest son was the undoubted candidate for the crown prince, and he did not consider the other sons.
Zhu Biao is the child he is most satisfied with. In his mind, he is almost impeccable and filled with all kinds of filters. He had previously been very confident that Zhu Biao would take up his mantle, listen to his words, and pass on the legacy of the Ming Dynasty in accordance with what he had taught him.
This is a no-brainer.
"What is this 'cabinet'?" Lao Zhu asked patiently.
"This cabinet is an organization that helps the emperor handle government affairs and make suggestions." Zhu Su explained.
"In the cabinet, there are usually three or four ministers, who are called 'cabinet ministers'. In the beginning, it was actually okay. The cabinet only gave advice to the emperor and helped make some suggestions. In the end, the emperor had to make the decision himself."
"But gradually, the power of the cabinet became more and more important. By the third and fourth generations..."
"The cabinet gradually took control of the government, and the ministers in the cabinet were all called 'prime ministers'. The chief minister among them was the most powerful among all civil servants, and his power was as great as that of the real prime minister. ”
The blood vessels in Lao Zhu's temples had begun to riot. Zhu Su didn't notice it at all, and continued to show off: "Later, Zhang Juzheng, the chief minister of the cabinet, said something that was particularly appropriate, Dad, what do you think he said?"
"Oh? What did you say?" Lao Zhu's voice did not fluctuate at all.
"'I am not a phase'..."
"'It's a photo'!"
boom! The extremely precious glazed red pine, bamboo and plum pattern tea cup was smashed to the ground by Lao Zhu.
"Crazy!"
Lao Zhu roared angrily!
At this moment, Zhu Biao opened the door and walked in. With a gentle smile on his face: "Dad, I have taken care of the fourth brother's matter,"
"Fourth brother also promised me that he would never talk nonsense..."
However, as soon as he closed the door and looked up, he saw his biological father standing in front of him with red eyes.
"Dad? What are you..."
"You unfilial son!"
Lao Zhu raised his palm and slapped Zhu Biao on the face. Zhu Biao was stunned by the slap and looked at his own father blankly. He was completely stunned.
"After all...it was in the hands of a traitor like you!" Lao Zhu pointed at Zhu Biao with trembling hands. "This slap is for being disobedient and unfilial! I don't know that my father has been dead for three years and he still doesn't change his mind!"
"Our bones haven't even cooled down yet! How dare you go behind your back and poke a big hole in our empire!"
What a good example of you, you usually look like a thick-faced person, but deep down you have such a rebellious and unfilial nature!
"Dad?" Zhu Biao was even more confused. Aren't you still alive and kicking like this?
Why hasn't he changed his mind even three years after his father's death?
Have you ever cursed yourself like this?
"Ask Lao Wu!" Lao Zhu couldn't help but regret when he saw the huge palm print on Zhu Biao's face. Gritting his teeth, he turned his head away from looking at Zhu Biao.
"Fifth brother?" Zhu Biao turned to look at Zhu Su. "What did dad just say?"
His first reaction was that he must have heard wrong...
"Ah, uh, this..." Zhu Su also reacted. I was smooth-talking for a while and just said he was "your son", but he was slapped by Lao Zhu and put it on the head of his eldest brother Zhu Biao!
But at this point, it was difficult for him to correct himself and say that he was referring to Zhu Laosi. Moreover, he also has his own considerations. The fate of his brothers and family members cannot be said.
If it is said, it is not said whether Queen Ma, who may have some underlying disease in her body, will become seriously ill in advance due to stimulation.
Whether this family can maintain the status quo is another question...
Therefore, he had no choice but to smile awkwardly and tell Zhu Biao about the cabinet affairs again.
Of course, he still used the awkward expression "father's son" and did not name him by name.
Fortunately, Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Biao, who were in agitated moods, did not notice his slightly unnatural way of expression. Of course, this is also because both father and son believe that the next emperor must be Zhu Biao, and there is no other option.
After Zhu Biao listened, he understood the cause. With a plop, he knelt down in front of Zhu Yuanzhang, kowtowed and said: "Father! Father!"
"It's because of my lack of ability! How could I have imagined that the cabinet I would create in the future would have such rebellious ministers!"
"Don't worry, my child will do everything himself in the future and will never be lazy. He will also pass on your instructions."
"If there is an emperor in the future who dares to be lazy and open a mouth like the cabinet to harm our Ming Dynasty, even if the child becomes a ghost, I will never let him go!"
Zhu Biao said it sincerely. He knows his body. It is very possible that they really cannot bear the heavy pressure of government affairs and come up with ways like the cabinet to share the pressure with themselves.
Although he had good intentions at the beginning, he did something bad in the end and opened this hole from him, which harmed Daming.
Therefore, his kneeling was sincere and showed no resentment at all. Instead, he was full of self-blame.
He sincerely admitted his mistake.
"Okay, good boy..." Lao Zhu pulled him up.
"Dad, I will be as diligent as you in the future and will never be lazy!" Zhu Biao swore. Lao Zhu patted his shoulder and felt very relieved.
"Uh..." Zhu Su looked at the scene of a loving father and a filial son, but felt depressed and panicked.
You didn't do this. Don't admit it so willingly!
But this wasn't Zhu Su's fault. He couldn't say it directly. He could only weakly interject: "Well, Zhang Juzheng is actually quite good..."
Without Lao Zhang, it’s hard to say whether the Ming Dynasty could survive for more than 270 years!
But it seemed that the voice was too low, and neither the cheap daddy nor the eldest brother heard it. Lao Zhu took Zhu Biao and sat down. He touched the short beard under his chin and said tangledly: "However, what Lao Wu said makes sense. Although our father and son can work diligently, without the prime minister, future generations will not be able to do anything. If you are lazy, won't the court be in chaos?"
"Your cabinet plan was probably well thought out. But it still caused such a big mess..."
"Isn't there any sure-fire way to depose the prime minister without causing those rebellious ministers to dominate the government?"
