Zhu Ping is dead.
According to the investigation, he was poisoned to death by several old women.
After Lao Zhu learned the news, he almost spit out a mouthful of blood.
The dignified first vassal king of the Ming Dynasty died so... hastily.
Then Lao Zhu yelled: "You bastard, you traitor!"
"I told you to restrain yourself a long time ago but you didn't listen. Am I hurting you by teaching you a lesson?"
"It's fine now, my life is gone!"
Lao Zhu cursed for almost half an hour before gradually stopping.
Finally, someone seemed to see Lao Zhu’s eyes red that day.
Also, no matter how bad Zhu Ping was during his lifetime, after all, he was Lao Zhu's biological son.
Lao Zhu's heart must be very painful when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift.
Wuying Palace.
"Your Majesty, Yang Xuan, comes to see you!"
"Get up!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
"Yang Xuan!" Lao Zhu looked at Yang Xuan, his voice weak.
"I'm here!"
"You should go to Xi'an Mansion to attend to the funeral of the second son."
"By the way, with our wishes, let the eldest son of the second family inherit the title of king."
"I accept the decree!"
"Yeah!" Lao Zhu waved his hand and said nothing more.
The next day, Yang Xuan and his entourage left the capital and rushed to Xi'an Mansion.
By the time they arrived, Zhu Xiang's coffin had been there for almost ten days.
After all, there are more than two thousand miles between Xi'an and the capital. Even if you change horses and don't change people along the way, it will take a lot of time to go back and forth.
Looking at the white silk hangings hanging all over Prince Qin's palace, and looking at the family members with sad expressions, Yang Xuan felt a little clogged in his heart.
The last time I came here, he was still fine. Unexpectedly, more than half a year later, he was gone.
Thinking about what Zhu Xi said last time, he didn’t know when he would see Anqing again.
Yang Xuan thought that he would have to find an opportunity in the future to bring An Qing to pay homage to Zhu Xi.
It can be regarded as fulfilling one of Zhu Xiang's wishes.
After all, the two are brothers and sisters, siblings from the same mother.
After reading out Lao Zhu's decree, Yang Xuan expressed his condolences to the family members of Prince Qin's Mansion.
Then, the funeral procession began.
But what Yang Xuan didn't expect was that Princess Qin's concubine Wang was buried.
Yang Xuan didn't know how to evaluate it, but he was in awe of this woman in his heart.
You know, Zhu Xi was not kind to her.
Doting on concubines and destroying wives is what Zhu Ping did.
As the vassal queen, Wang was put under house arrest by Zhu Ping. Later, the concubine Deng was sentenced to death by Lao Zhu. At the same time, Lao Zhu repeatedly emphasized that Zhu Ping should treat the princess Wang with courtesy.
But Zhu Xi didn't listen and still placed Wang under house arrest.
Now that Zhu Xi is dead, the Wang family will have the final say in the Qin Prince's Mansion from now on.
Who would have thought that she would choose such an ending.
It’s really admirable and at the same time, I can’t help but sigh.
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Yang Xuan stayed in Xi'an Mansion for half a month, until the funeral was over, and Zhu Shangbing, the eldest son of the concubine, officially ascended the throne.
I have to mention here that Zhu Ping's posthumous title is Min, which is King Min of Qin. This is not a good posthumous title.
It is equivalent to Lao Zhu admitting that Zhu Ping deserved his death.
Lao Zhu was naturally sad when his son died, but even Lao Zhu couldn't beautify the things Zhu Ping did.
However, Princess Qin’s posthumous name is Minlie, so she must have been implicated by Zhu Ping!
…
In May, Yang Xuan returned to the capital.
Haven't had time to rest yet.
The two brothers Zhu Gaochi, the little fat man, came to the door.
"Uncle Master!"
"What are you two doing?" Yang Xuan asked curiously.
"Uncle Master, we are here to say goodbye to you." Zhu Gaochi, the chubby little boy, said.
"What's going on?" Yang Xuan frowned.
"Our brothers have been in the capital for several years. Our father and the king asked us to go back, and the emperor also agreed." Little Fatty Dun'er explained.
"It's time for you to go back and see your mother." Yang Xuan nodded.
The mother is worried when her son travels thousands of miles.
Fortunately, senior sister Xu Miaoyun was accompanied by her two daughters and a junior.
Otherwise, how could I have endured these past few years?
"Okay, you two will stay and have dinner together today."
"I'll see you off when I leave."
Yang Xuan smiled.
In the past few years, the two brothers have also grown a lot.
The little chubby boy's body is still so round, but the second child, Zhu Gaoxu, is getting stronger and stronger.
Like a little calf.
A few days later, outside the capital.
Yang Xuan and An Qing put the two brothers on the carriage.
"Remember to say hello to your mother for me when you get back."
"Don't forget to send a letter, your aunt is very worried about you."
"I understand, uncle."
"Uncle, aunt, please go back quickly, we are about to set off."
Little Fatty stuck his head out on the carriage and waved his hand.
Watching the carriage go further and further away, Yang Xuan turned his head and looked at An Qing beside him.
"We should go back."
"Um."
"I don't know when we will meet again next time?" An Qing hummed softly, then turned back to look in the direction of the carriage, his eyes full of reluctance.
"There will be a long time to come, and we will meet again eventually." Yang Xuan comforted.
"Um."
Back in the house, Yang Xuan lay down for a long time.
I continued to work the next day.
In the past two years, under his guidance and Lao Zhu's training, Zhu Yunwen's government affairs abilities have improved rapidly.
However, compared with Zhu Biao, Zhu Yunwen's knowledge was too little. What he knew was taught by others and he had never seen or experienced it.
This is his shortcoming.
Lao Zhu wanted to ask Zhu Yunwen to visit outside the capital, but he didn't have much time, so he gave up the idea.
It’s better to wait until Zhu Yunwen succeeds to the throne before going outside to take a look!
Reading thousands of books is worse than traveling thousands of miles. This is Lao Zhu’s personal experience.
If it weren't for lack of time, Lao Zhu would have asked Zhu Yunwen to go and see the Ming Dynasty.
As the old saying goes, if you teach someone, you will learn it a hundred times; if you teach someone, you will learn it once.
…
In August, Lao Zhu plans to go back to his hometown in Fengyang to visit.
I also plan to visit Tanghe.
Now, this is the only sworn brother I have left.
Lao Zhu ordered Zhu Yunwen to supervise the country and took Yang Xuan away at the same time.
He wanted to see how Zhu Yunwen would perform without Yang Xuan's assistance.
Fengyang.
Yang Xuan met Tang He, and Tang He was no longer as brave as he once was.
He was old and aged, with sunken eye sockets. He was lying on a chair with drool drooling from the corners of his mouth.
He couldn't even stand up and salute.
Isn't this what the so-called hero dies?
Seeing Tang He like this, Lao Zhu fell silent.
Originally, he planned to deliver the soup and a ride in person, but now it seems that he doesn't have to do anything.
Lao Zhu did not kill Tang He in the end. After chatting with Tang He for two days, he went to the imperial mausoleum to pay homage to his parents.
Then he returned to Beijing.
A few days later, the Tang family came to Beijing to announce the funeral, and Tang He left.
That day, Lao Zhu was in a low mood.
It was ordered that the court should be suspended for three days to express condolences.
He also issued an edict to confer Tang He as King of Dongou, with the posthumous title of "Xiangwu".
The statue was ordered to be enshrined in the Temple of Meritorious Ministers and to be enjoyed in the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
The group of young people who came from poor backgrounds but had great ambitions are now gone and killed, and only Lao Zhu is left.
In the dark night, Lao Zhu looked up at the stars.
The stars were shining brightly, as if calling him.
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