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

Recalling the time when Lu and Chang Qingyun had a deep friendship, it was just like two lotus flowers blooming together in the quiet and peaceful place of the East Palace.

Chang Qingyun is kind and pure by nature, just like a clear spring.

She is simple-minded and treats people sincerely.

Chang Qingyun and Zhu Biao were a loving couple. They also saw the frowning worries that Zhu Biao inadvertently revealed during the court disputes, and the cunning calculations of the concubines in the undercurrents in the harem.

She poured out her heart to Lu without reservation, like a gurgling stream.

In Chang Qingyun's heart, this friendship is like a rock, strong enough to withstand the ups and downs in the palace.

However, the trajectory of fate is always unpredictable.

For the sake of her son's bright future, Lu cruelly leaked these secrets like a cold arrow thrown in the dark to the forces that had long coveted Zhu Biao's throne.

In an instant, the situation in the court suddenly changed and was shrouded in gloom.

Zhu Biao was subjected to a storm of impeachment and questioning without any reason. Zhu Yuanzhang, who was already suspicious by nature, was immediately furious.

The emperor was furious and everyone in the court felt insecure.

Chang Qingyun also became the target of public criticism for failing to control the inner chambers.

The grievances in her heart surged like the tide, but she was unable to defend herself.

The truth was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly piercing Chang Qingyun's heart.

She was furious and went straight to confront Lu.

Lu had a cold expression on his face, with a hint of a cold smile on his lips, as if he was a demon from the Netherworld.

She said in a cold tone: “In this palace, only interests are the eternal ruler.

The so-called friendship is nothing but an illusory bubble."

At that moment, the hatred in Chang Qingyun's heart was like a prairie fire, burning all the past friendship to ashes.

As time passed, Lu eventually passed away.

Now Chang Qingyun stared at Zhu Yunwen, and in a trance she seemed to see the Lu who had betrayed her through his young face.

But Zhu Yunwen's innocent face, like the warmest sunshine in spring, quietly melted some of the ice in her heart.

Chang Qingyun knew very well that the East Palace was like an invisible maze, full of mysteries and dangers.

If Zhu Yunwen stayed here, he might repeat the mistakes of the Lu family.

Zhu Gang's palace is like a piece of pure land in the noisy world, peaceful and pure.

So Chang Qingyun made up her mind and entrusted Zhu Yunwen to Zhu Gang, hoping that he could thrive in that pure place.

"Yun Wen meets Third Uncle and Third Aunt!"

The tender child's voice, like the melodious chirping of a new swallow in spring, echoed in the silent hall.

Xie Yuer looked at the delicate and graceful child in front of her, and couldn't help but recall Zhu Gang's words in Liu Bowen's "Song of the Baked Cake" before.

He implicitly said that although Zhu Yunwen would become the emperor in the future, his fate would be full of misfortunes.

This child will experience hardships and may even lose the throne and become displaced.

Zhu Gang also learned about it by chance from the secret rumors of later generations. He was filled with sighs and mentioned it to Xie Yuer.

At this moment, looking at Zhu Yunwen's childish face and eyes as clear as stars, Xie Yuer felt pity surge in her heart like a tide.

She stretched out her hand gently, as if afraid of disturbing the most precious treasure in the world.

Xie Yuer gently stroked Zhu Yunwen's head, her eyes full of love and pity.

She whispered softly, "Good boy, from now on in the palace, your uncle and aunt will protect you well, don't be afraid."

Zhu Gang was moved when he saw how Xie Yuer was caring towards Zhu Yunwen.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he glanced at Chang Qingyun's mysterious eyes.

Zhu Gang then saluted with his fists clasped together, his voice as loud as a bell.

"Brother, sister-in-law, you have been busy all night, it's time for you to have a good rest.

Yu'er and I will take Yunwen back first. As for returning to Shanxi, we still need to make careful preparations for a few days. If we can make it to the imperial meeting, I will fight side by side with my elder brother.

Let those conservative ministers see that the sons of our Zhu family are all strong and steadfast. A tiger father will not have a dog son!"

Zhu Biao looked tired, but his calmness and majesty could not be concealed.

He nodded slightly and said slowly, "Third brother, I feel relieved with your words.

The matter of Datong Racecourse has always been on my father's mind.

I plan to let Zheng Yuchun work with Fu Youde to pacify Yunnan. If he can make meritorious contributions on the battlefield, his title of Marquis of Xingyang can be restored.

Furthermore, Zhang Long had a son last year. I intend to suggest to my father that he confer the title of Marquis of Fengxiang on him to assist Zheng Yuchun in leading the army.

As long as they can capture Dali or Heqing, I will ask for mercy for Zhang Long's descendants, which can be regarded as a consolation for the meritorious officials. "

Zhu Gang's eyes flashed with thought after hearing this. After a moment's silence, he slowly said, "Brother, this arrangement is well thought out and thorough.

When I talk about Yunnan, I think of the marble of Dali, which is a work of nature.

It has graceful texture and warm color, just like a painting painted by nature.

In architecture, marble can be carved into a variety of exquisite slabs.

Decorate palaces and mansions, showing luxury and solemnity.

When it comes to sculpture, marble can turn decay into magic, creating countless exquisite works of art.

I was thinking that after I pacify Yunnan, I would use marble to build a martyrs' shrine for those soldiers who died heroically.

Let their heroic souls rest in peace and their achievements be recorded in history forever for future generations to admire and remember.”

Chang Qingyun smiled softly, as gentle as an orchid, and said softly: "Third brother has always been resourceful and resourceful, and he must have a plan in mind to achieve his great ideal.

As long as Zhang Long and Zheng Yuchun can successfully capture Dali and Heqing, the East Palace will fully support the Ming Dynasty Construction Company to take over the construction of the Martyrs' Shrine, which can be regarded as a small contribution to the heroes. "

Zhu Biao frowned slightly, his expression solemn.

He was like a towering mountain, exuding invisible pressure.

"Dali has been a strategic location that military strategists have fought for since ancient times.

The Battle of Dianchi Lake in the Tang Dynasty and the Dali-Mongol War in the Southern Song Dynasty both wrote magnificent, cruel and bloody chapters here.

It is located at the intersection of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau and the Hengduan Mountains, with dangerous terrain and convenient transportation.

Advance to attack, retreat to defend.

Like a key chess piece, it controls the situation in the southwest.

King Liang of the Northern Yuan Dynasty must be well aware of the importance of this place and would definitely send elite troops to guard it strictly.

Third brother, you must not take it lightly, and you must plan everything carefully before you act."

Zhu Gang smiled confidently, with a look of complete assurance, and his smile revealed fearlessness and courage.

Then he took out an ancient book from his sleeve and handed it to Zhu Biao.

"Don't worry, bro, I've already made preparations.

This is historical data about the Binpin Army during the Dali Kingdom period, from which we can know that the Dali Kingdom’s army was once powerful.

They traveled as far as western Guizhou, northern Annan and northern Myanmar, and their fighting power should not be underestimated.

However, this also provides us with a new idea for conquering Yunnan. As the saying goes, knowing yourself and knowing the enemy means you can fight a hundred battles without danger. "

Zhu Biao's eyes lit up, like twinkling stars in the night sky.

He quickly took the ancient book and began to read it eagerly, muttering to himself as he read, “Well, with this information, I am even more powerful.

Annan has always been indecisive and may not be able to send troops to help.

But Myanmar is now on good terms with our dynasty, and they are now under the rule of the Anawrahta dynasty.

I have previously suggested to my father that he should set up a Xuanwei Office in Burma to manage it. In this way, it should not be difficult to borrow troops to conquer the Northern Yuan Dynasty. " (End of this chapter)