Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Inside the imperial city, the sun shines on the red tiles of the palace walls, but it seems unable to reach the deep ravines of people's hearts.

King Zhu Su of Zhou, who is a few years older than him, is wearing a crimson purple robe today.

That color is extremely noble, and only the royal bloodline can match it. It usually looks majestic.

But when worn by Zhu Su today, it looked dull because of his slightly gloomy face.

It was as if the luxurious fabric had also lost some of its vitality.

Zhu Su stood there, with a sour look in his eyes.

Just like the unripe grapes still hanging on the vine, sour and astringent, making people feel that the sour taste is about to overflow when looking at it.

He just curled his lips, and looked a little weird.

"Oh, the King of Chu is so majestic now!

This is a great achievement in pacifying several bandit troops.

But fifth brother, I have to remind you that you are taking too much limelight. Don’t forget your identity and duties!
The thing that we have the most in our capital is rules.

Don't rely on your military achievements to try to outdo others. That's not how our royal family should behave."

As he spoke, Zhu Su deliberately puffed out his chest, and his posture looked like a rooster that had just won a fight.

He glanced at Zhu Zhen arrogantly, his eyes full of disdain and provocation.

It seemed that as long as Zhu Su stared at him like this, he could completely suppress the dazzling light on Zhu Zhen.

It was like a dark cloud, trying to cover the sun hanging high in the sky, making the surroundings fall into the darkness he wanted.

Zhu Su was always feeling resentful, always feeling that he was not valued by his father, Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang.

Now, seeing that Zhu Zhen was doing well in everything, whether he was going to war or occasionally showing off his skills in the court, he was deeply praised by his father.

He had been harboring a lot of resentment in his heart for a long time.

The resentment was like the haze in winter, growing thicker and thicker and never dissipating.

Seizing this opportunity, Zhu Su naturally wanted to severely dampen the opponent's enthusiasm.

It would also let everyone know that in the royal family of the Ming Dynasty, one cannot act recklessly and arrogantly just by relying on military achievements.

After hearing this, the gentle smile on Zhu Zhen's face froze slightly.

It was like a small stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing barely perceptible ripples.

There was a hint of displeasure in his eyes. After all, no one would feel comfortable being bullied in such a sarcastic way.

However, Zhu Zhen was a well-mannered man after all, and he quickly regained his calm and composed expression.

He just cupped his hands and said respectfully and seriously, "Fifth brother, you misunderstood me.

Everything I, Zhu Zhen, did was for the sake of our Ming Dynasty.

My father has high hopes for me. I always remember to live up to his expectations. How could I have the intention of suppressing others?

Be it the military exploits or the academic studies that one has been studying on a daily basis.

I just wanted to have more abilities so that I could serve the Ming Dynasty better. How did that become what you, my fifth brother, call wanton and ostentatious?

I hope Fifth Brother doesn't misunderstand me."

Zhu Su snorted coldly, the sound was neither loud nor soft, but it revealed his complete disapproval.

He was about to say something else but was interrupted by Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao frowned, and said with a helpless and serious look: "We are all brothers. We see each other every day. Why should we hurt the harmony over a few words?

Now, there are many matters inside and outside the court waiting for us to work together to deal with.

If we brothers quarrel over such trivial matters, we will lose our friendship.

If the news reaches my father and mother, they will be very sad, and it will not be conducive to the harmony of our royal family. "When Zhu Biao said this, Zhu Su was unwilling to accept it, but he opened his mouth as if he wanted to argue a few more words.

But looking at Zhu Biao's eyes that were filled with admonition, he finally swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue, and could only respond in a muffled voice: "I know, big brother."

Seeing this, everyone hurriedly agreed with Zhu Biao, and one after another tried to divert the topic elsewhere.

What? Recently a troupe of jugglers came to the capital, and their skills are really superb.

Or maybe it was about some minister's son who was very knowledgeable, and everyone talked about it, and the atmosphere finally eased a little.

However, Zhu Zhen's expression changed slightly, and his originally rosy face instantly turned pale.

That face was like a flower hit by frost in winter, which had suddenly lost some of its vitality and revealed a sense of loneliness and grievance.

The grievance and resentment in his heart suddenly surged up like a raging tide.

In an instant, Zhu Zhen's sanity, which he had managed to maintain with great difficulty, was overwhelmed.

He secretly clenched his fists, with such force that it seemed as if he could crush his bones.

The nails dug deeply into the palms of my hands, causing a sharp pain that felt like a needle piercing my heart.

But in just a moment, Zhu Zhen slowly loosened his fist.

Having been immersed in the royal family for many years, he knew very well that one should not get angry easily.

Otherwise it will only give people something to talk about and give those with ulterior motives an advantage.

At that time, you will be like the prey targeted by the hunter, and you will be in desperate situation if you are not careful.

The consequences are not something that Zhu Zhen, the eldest son of a concubine, can afford.

Zhu Zhen hurried forward and bowed, his movement was respectful and humble, as if he was bending his body into a bow.

He said sincerely, "Brother, you have misunderstood. Everything I did was for the Ming Dynasty.

I have absolutely no intention of overstepping my authority, and I hope you will understand. "

Zhu Zhen felt so aggrieved. He thought he was wholeheartedly serving the country, but he never expected to be misunderstood like this.

The grievance was like a little snake spitting out its tongue, constantly moving around in his heart and gnawing at his soul.

But Zhu Zhen couldn't show it on his face, so he could only suppress his unhappiness.

He had to put on a smile on his face, but that smile looked uglier than crying.

Just like the withered flowers destroyed by wind and rain, it reveals a hint of bitterness.

Zhu Zhen secretly glanced at the brothers around him and couldn't help feeling a little sad.

Behind this seemingly close royal family relationship, there actually lies so much jealousy and calculation.

It's like there are countless lice hidden under the gorgeous brocade robe, which makes people shudder.

Thinking back on those scenes of brotherhood and friendship in the past, I don’t know how much of them were true and how much were false.

Seeing this, Zhu Biao was about to speak out to mediate again to ease the increasingly tense atmosphere, but he saw Zhu Gang's princess Xu Miaoyun rushing over.

Today, Xu Miaoyun is wearing a light pink long dress, the hem of which flutters in the wind, like a blooming peach blossom dancing in the wind.

It should have been a very beautiful picture, but the hurried footsteps made this "peach blossom" look a little messy.

Her hair was a little loose because she was in a hurry, and a few strands of hair hung on her cheeks.

Like a few soft silk threads, Xu Miaoyun's face looked even more anxious.

The dense beads of sweat on the forehead sparkled in the sunlight.

Just like the dewdrops on the grass leaves in the early morning, crystal clear.

(End of this chapter)