King of Han Dynasty of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 125 Zhu Gaoxu: I’m really panicking, who will save me?
  at the same time.

Outside Jiming Temple, a carriage slowly stopped.

A middle-aged man with a big belly and a worried look on his face supported him. An old man with white hair in his sixties slowly got off the carriage and kept warning carefully:
  "father"

"Watch your step."

The two of them are none other than Yuan Gong, the chief minister of Taichang Temple, and the middle-aged man is his son Yuan Zhongche, the chief minister of Zhongshushe.

Just as the two of them got off the carriage, the servant waiting at the door quickly came to the two of them, bowed and said:
  "My lords, please follow me."

Say it.

The servant bowed and stretched out his hands, standing at the edge and leading the two of them towards the temple.

Looking at the slaves walking in front, the familiar temple and smelling the thick Zen fragrance floating in the air, both of them couldn't help but condense their eyes. A trace of solemnity flashed on their faces. Their eyes narrowed slightly and they couldn't help but look at each other. They glanced at each other and whispered in their hearts:

"It seems that His Majesty is well prepared this time and will not just listen to one person's words."

But during this period, Zhu Gaoxu's changes were seen by everyone. As a high-ranking person, he was suspicious by nature, so it was normal for him to do this.

"sit down!"

As a result, Zhu Gaochi obtained the position of prince. Although he did not disappoint Zhu Di, he did have the appearance of a wise king.

This, this, this...?
  What's the meaning? Are there still capable people hiding in the dark?

At this time, he no longer took a nap alone in the pavilion as before, but instead walked around the huge palace.

In the palace of the King of Han.

"Protagonist, I just sent someone to notify you. It should take a lot of time to come."

Seeing Zhu Di leaning on the soft couch with half-closed eyes and drinking hot tea, the two of them hurriedly saluted with great respect:
  "I see your Majesty."

However, after seeing the person clearly, he put back the words that were on his lips, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a deep voice:

Not long after.

Under the guidance of the slave, the two came to the courtyard where Zhu Di and Yao Guangxiao were drinking tea and playing chess.

If you are so worried about yourself and others, why bother looking for them?
  What about trust between people?
  However, if you think about it, you can understand that this matter is of great importance, and when he established the crown prince, Zhu Di asked three people to see the faces of his three sons. Several people unanimously praised Zhu Gaochi, saying that he had the appearance of a true dragon.

Such an attitude made the three people sitting on the chairs look stupid, and they couldn't help but murmur in their hearts for a moment.

Da da da.
  A rush of footsteps sounded in his ears. A trace of displeasure flashed across the disturbed Zhu Gaoxu's face. He frowned and looked over at the location of the sound, and opened his mouth as if to scold him.

"Even the prime minister in black and the demon monk Yao Guangxiao were involved."

After that, he cast his gaze not far away and nodded towards the distance without any trace, as if he was communicating with someone.

After that, he pointed to the chairs that had been prepared for the two of them and said:

After bidding everyone farewell and leaving, Zhu Gaoxu looked at the empty things around him, feeling a bit sad and lonely in his heart, and his mood was slightly depressed.

When the two of them took their seats, Zhu Di half-squinted his eyes, looked around the three of them, and said in a deep voice:
  "I want to hear the truth about this matter."

The sound of greetings rang out, instantly pulling Zhu Di back from his distant thoughts, and then waved to the two of them:
  "No gift."

"If the three of you dare to have any complicity and conspire to deceive me, then don't blame me for not showing any kindness."

"My father-in-law came to this palace, why are you in such a hurry?"

The slave who came here has been following Zhu Di all year round and is also a quick-thinking person. She noticed Zhu Gaoxu's flash of displeasure, bowed with great respect, and said:
  "My slave, I pay my respects to Prince Han!"

"I came here in a hurry and disturbed the prince. Please forgive me."

After hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu smiled noncommittally, waved his hand at him, and said:
  "No problem."

"If you have anything to say, just tell me."

The slave girl bowed and said softly:
  "His Majesty has given you the order to accompany your servants to Jiming Temple." Zhu Gaoxu: "????"

What the hell?
  Instead of going to the palace this time, you went to Jiming Temple instead?
  Isn't that the lair of Yao Guangxiao, the prime minister in black?
  What new tricks does the old man want to play, and what tricks is he planning to do?

After a brief daze, Zhu Gaoxu squinted his eyes, frowned and asked aloud:

"My father-in-law, what big things happened in the court?"

In response to this question, the slave did not answer, but shook her head without any trace, and then bowed slightly and made a gesture of invitation.

Zhu Gaoxu understood this behavior instantly and couldn't help laughing. He reached out and took out a bag of small golden beans from his arms and threw it towards it.

Afterwards, the two of them walked out the door tacitly.

Not long after.

Under the guidance of his slaves, Zhu Gaoxu came to a courtyard in Jiming Temple.

Entering the room, what you see is Zhu Di leaning on the soft couch. Opposite him are three people sitting. One of them is wearing a monk's robe, has an elegant and easy-going look, and has a shiny bald head. There is no doubt that this person is Hehe. Yao Guangxiao, the famous chief planner of Jingnan.

The other two are both wearing official uniforms, one is a white-haired old man in his sixties, and the other is a middle-aged man with a big belly. Their faces are somewhat similar, although many people can guess it for some reason. The two should be father and son.

After a brief look, Zhu Gaoxu withdrew his gaze, bowed and said:

"My son, please see your Majesty."

At the same time, the three people sitting on the chairs stood up in unison and saluted Zhu Gaoxu:

"Weak ministers and poor monks have met the King of Han."

Zhu Di, who was leaning on the soft couch, saw the people saluting each other, waved to them, and said in a deep voice:

"This is a pure place of Buddhism, and everyone is polite."

After that, he also noticed the doubt in Zhu Gaoxu's eyes, pointed at the two people wearing official robes, and said softly:
  "Yuan Gong, the Prime Minister of Taichang Temple, and Yuan Zhongche, the Minister of Zhongshu She, are also father and son."

Zhu Gaoxu: "????"

My dear mother!
  Yuan Gong?

Yuan Zhongche?
  This father and son are famous Feng Shui masters recorded in history!

His unpredictable methods are so accurate that they are intimidating.

Coupled with this, Yao Guangxiao, the prime minister in black, is also a master of Feng Shui. He is good at the art of observing qi and looking at yin and yang. Before Zhu Di left the vassal, he threatened to give him a white hat. His words were conclusive. Carrying the spirit of a true dragon, one can soar into the sky when encountering a storm.

Moreover, these later predictions were all realized one by one, and Zhu Di really became the emperor.

Now that these three gods are gathered together, Zhu Di urgently summons him to come.

What do you want?

Tell his fortune or read his fortune?
  Are you afraid that you want to take off his underwear?

Even though Zhu Gaoxu had nothing to say about ghosts, gods and numerology, facing these three famous gods and men in history, he couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

This old bastard has no good intentions!
  Still think the current situation is not chaotic enough?

It's okay if you don't see anything, but if you really see something... how will it end?

Thinking of this, Zhu Gaoxu swallowed subconsciously, licked his slightly dry lips, and said:
  "father…"

"This is... you have something to do, why don't you talk first."

"I'll wait outside, or I can wait in the imperial study room."

(End of this chapter)