"Indeed, except for the children of Huaixi, all the other civil and military officials want to see your joke."
Zhu Biao nodded helplessly.
It has only been a short time since the founding of the country, and the whole court has behaved like this. As a prince, how can he not have a headache?
"so what?"
Xiao Han waved his hand indifferently.
Zhu Biao shrugged. Since Xiao Han was confident, he naturally wouldn't say anything more.
"See your Royal Highness, Your Highness, be safe."
"Meet Xiaohou."
Xiao Han and Zhu Biao walked all the way and stepped into the imperial garden. The guards and maids on both sides all greeted them.
"Well, get up."
Zhu Biao raised his hand, and then looked at Li Heng, the prince's internal officer beside him, and said softly: "Instructions to go down and keep the rest of the people away from the imperial garden."
"As commanded."
Li Heng quickly bowed.
Afterwards, Xiao Han and Zhu Biao walked into the Imperial Garden. It was the cold winter at this time, and the Imperial Garden was full of pale and withered grass. It was nowhere near the blooming flowers of the past.
"This weather is getting really cold."
Xiao Han tightened his robe, looked at the scene in the imperial garden, and sighed softly.
"Well, the cold winter has come earlier and earlier in the past few years. It is estimated that it will snow in a few days."
Zhu Biao also tightened his robe, a hint of bitterness flashed across the corner of his mouth, and said: "In the disaster year, coupled with the early winter, I don't know how many people will starve to death this year."
The freezing wind blew across the robes of Xiao Han and Zhu Biao, and the soaring chill shrouded their hearts.
"Natural and man-made disasters are inevitable."
Xiao Han turned to look at Zhu Biao and said slowly.
The Ming Dynasty restored the glory of the Han Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty was also an unfortunate dynasty.
The Little Ice Age almost monopolized the Ming Dynasty, making it almost always in a cold period. Coupled with natural and man-made disasters and insufficient food, those days were naturally difficult.
In particular, later generations of scholars conducted detailed research on the Little Ice Age and found that from the early years of the Yuan Dynasty to the end of the Qing Dynasty, China had been in the extremely cold Little Ice Age, but the Ming Dynasty was the most unlucky, right in the middle, and the entire Little Ice Age was period, the coldest stage.
"The imperial court still needs to work hard to make the people live a prosperous life."
Zhu Biao sighed again, and then said with determination flashing in his eyes.
"Then you have to tear down the world in front of you and start over."
Xiao Han glanced at Zhu Biao and said.
It is not easy for the people to stop suffering from hunger and cold and live a prosperous life. Moreover, according to all the current systems, it is as difficult as climbing to the sky!
Unless Zhu Biao is very courageous and fights against all opinions, secular rules and etiquette can make Zhu Biao's mentality collapse. How can he talk about world reform?
"Is it difficult?"
Zhu Biao raised his eyes and looked at Xiao Han, but there was no Xiao Han in his eyes. He didn't know whether he was asking himself, Xiao Han, or God.
"The road to Shu is as difficult as climbing to the sky."
Xiao Han rubbed his palms, then looked at Zhu Biao and said.
"But I think it's not difficult."
Zhu Biao was silent for a moment, then smiled and said: "It depends on human effort. If there are difficulties, then overcome them, and you will always get ahead."
"As the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty and the future prince of the Ming Dynasty, if I can't make the people healthy, happy and prosperous, then I will be in vain to be the prince of the Ming Dynasty, and I will be the son of Zhu Yuanzhang in vain!"
Immediately, Zhu Biao looked at Xiao Han and said sonorously.
This is the ambition of young people, this is the belief of young Zhu Biao!
"Leaving a name in history and being infamy for thousands of years is just one step away. Don't you regret it?"
Xiao Han stood in the cold wind, looked at Zhu Biao beside him, his eyes flashed slightly, and he said softly.
"Zhu Biao, never regret!"
"Please brother!"
"Please sir!"
"Help me!"
Without any hesitation, Zhu Biao bent his knees, knelt down directly, looked at Xiao Han, and still said firmly.
"I have been a grasshopper on the same rope as you for a long time. If I don't help you, who else can I help?"
Xiao Han was in the cold wind, but the blood in his heart was boiling, and there was even a touch of emotion in it. Then he helped Zhu Biao up and said: "Then let you and my brother do something great."
"Do you have any wine?"
Zhu Biaohao suddenly became angry, and then he looked at Li Heng, who was standing in the distance with a dull expression, and shouted.
"Your Majesty the Crown Prince, I have warmed a pot of wine for you and Xiao Hou."
Li Heng quickly came to his senses, and then came over with a plate and served it respectfully.
"Fengxue, come and drink from this cup."
Zhu Biao picked up the jug, first added a cup for Xiao Han, and then added another cup for himself before lifting it up, handing it to Xiao Han, and drank it all in one gulp, smiling boldly.
"Dry!"
Xiao Han did not hesitate and drank it all in one gulp, smiling boldly.
The laughter spread throughout the imperial garden and burst out into the entire palace, causing a young man outside the door to have a hint of emotion in his eyes.
As for Li Heng next to him, he had not yet recovered from the shock. Zhu Biao had just performed a master salute to Xiao Han. If word of this spread, the court would be shocked!
"Brother."
"Brother Han."
At this time, the young man's clear voice sounded, and immediately, he came to Zhu Biao's side at a trot, bent slightly and said.
"His Royal Highness King Yan."
Xiao Han looked at the young man, raised his brows slightly, and then cupped his hands.
Zhu Di, King of Yan.
Ming Taizong.
Ming Chengzu.
Judy.
During the Five Expeditions in Mobei, the emperor who was entrusted with the title of wolf has never dismounted a war horse in his life. When it comes to martial arts and martial arts, he is decisive and ruthless, not inferior to Zhu Yuanzhang. Among all the princes of Lao Zhu, he is the prince who is most like Lao Zhu.
"Why don't you rest in such a cold weather?"
A smile flashed in Zhu Biao's eyes, and then he rubbed Zhu Di's head and asked with a smile.
"Hey, aren't we seeing Big Brother and Brother Han?"
Zhu Di scratched his head gently, then looked at Zhu Biao and smiled awkwardly.
"Did we get into trouble again?"
Xiao Han looked at Zhu Di angrily.
At this point, if he is not staying in his palace, it can only mean that Zhu Di dare not go back now. Otherwise, with his temperament, how could he appear in the imperial garden.
"what happened?"
Zhu Biao also frowned slightly.
Zhu Di was also the younger brother who was raised by Zhu Biao. How could he not know the character of his little boy? There was definitely something going on and he refused to say it.
"Third brother."
Zhu Di then pursed his lips and looked at Zhu Biao a little aggrievedly and said: "He is still waiting for me. If I go back now, won't I be beaten to death by the third brother? So, avoid the limelight and wait until the third brother returns. , I’ll go back.”
"Did you offend the third child again?"
After understanding the cause and effect, Zhu Biao immediately rolled his eyes and said angrily: "It's your third brother every time. It's you who caused the trouble every time. You let Gu say what you are good at."
Zhu Di likes to be mean, not just once or twice, but countless times. Ever since he was a child, he liked to mess with Zhu Fan without messing with anyone. After messing with Zhu Fan, he would be hung up and beaten.
He never has a long memory. After being beaten, he went to provoke Zhu Fan again and again. Zhu Fan felt a little annoyed, but Zhu Di never tired of it. Isn't that mean?
"It's obviously not my fault, it's obviously the third brother who is being petty!"
Zhu Di was still arguing for himself, but little did he know that at the entrance of the Royal Garden, a figure walked slowly, holding a brick in his hand...
