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

Zhu Biao paused for a moment in the imperial study, his brows slightly furrowed.

In those deep eyes, there seemed to be thousands of thoughts entangled like hemp ropes.

It is a tangled mess that cannot be sorted out.

At this time, the Yunnan front was engulfed in flames. The raging flames of war were like a huge rock pressing heavily on Zhu Biao's heart, making every breath he took feel heavy.

Not only that, the urgent demand for war horses and the infuriating "Shanxi Military Horse Case" have given rise to numerous hidden dangers that are like a thorn in the side.

Zhu Biao was extremely worried and couldn't sit still.

Seeing the slender fingers trembling slightly, he subconsciously adjusted the sleeves of his robe.

After calming himself down for a long time, Zhu Biao slowly spoke, his voice carrying a hint of fatigue and worry.

"Dad, the fighting on the Yunnan front is at a stalemate and the situation is becoming increasingly critical.

Our army's demand for war horses is urgent and cannot be delayed.

I have made in-depth inquiries and investigations in various places in recent days.

It was discovered that there was a shocking conspiracy behind the "Shanxi Military Horse Case".

Some illegal officials colluded with fierce horse bandits and worked together for evil.

They were all blinded by greed and completely disregarded the interests of the country and the lives of the soldiers, and privately sold military horses.

This resulted in a severe shortage of military horses, and the quality of the horses was uneven and unusable.

Once these weak and damaged horses are sent to the Yunnan front, not only will they not be able to enhance our military strength, but they will most likely become a burden and even endanger the lives of thousands of soldiers!"

At this point, Zhu Biao's eyes flashed with deep worry and uncontrollable indignation.

The originally warm face was now covered with frost.

His clenched fists were trembling slightly, and the knuckles were turning white.

It reveals Zhu Biao's inner hatred for those corrupt officials and his deep concern for the safety of the soldiers on the front line.

“Therefore, I believe that the task of tracking down the mastermind of the assassination can be entrusted to Zhang Long, the former leader of the Hidden Dragon Guard.

This man is the backbone of the intelligence under the third brother. He is meticulous, capable, and loyal to the court.

If I can serve you, my father, this investigation will surely go more smoothly and the mastermind behind this will be uncovered sooner rather than later."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, his eyes as deep as the abyss.

It is like a deep pool, difficult to grasp.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, as if considering the pros and cons.

After about half a cup of tea, Zhu Biao slowly said, "In this case, I'll leave this matter to you.

The fighting situation on the front line is tense and we cannot afford to be careless.

If Zhang Long is left behind to investigate the assassin, who will be able to fight alongside Zheng Yuchun when he leads his troops to the Yunnan front? "

Zhu Biao fell into a brief silence, his eyes slowly scanning the room, as if searching for the right person.

Every possible name flashed through Zhu Biao's mind, and he considered them one by one.

Zhu Biao was fully aware of the importance of this mission and the person he chose could not afford to make any mistakes.

After all, this concerns the lives of thousands of soldiers, and even more so the country and people of the Ming Dynasty.

After a while, Zhu Biao slowly picked up the brush. His hand was trembling slightly, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

He solemnly wrote a name on the paper, his handwriting was vigorous and powerful, yet with a hint of hesitation.

Then he raised his head, his eyes firm but with a hint of trepidation.

"Father, I think this person is capable of this important task. What do you think?"

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly and his eyes fell on the name on the paper.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and slowly began to read: "Song Yanzhang?

I have never heard of this name.

But since you believe he has considerable military talent, just give it a try.

But you must let him show his true talents and don't let Dad down. If he fails, I will not let him off easily."

When Zhu Biao saw that his father had agreed to the candidate he recommended, he couldn't help but show a look of joy on his face.

But deep in his eyes, there was a hint of worry, as if shrouded by a layer of haze.

"Your Majesty, you don't know that Song Yanzhang is a talent that I discovered by chance in the Hongwu Military Academy.

When I went to inspect the academy, I happened to see him having a heated debate on the art of war with several instructors.

Song Yanzhang's words were sharp, like a blade drawn from its sheath, revealing its edge.

The viewpoints were unique, novel and refreshing, and everyone present was amazed.

He has his own insightful views on the "theory of emptiness and reality" in "The Art of War".

Song Yanzhang believed that the key to employing troops was the interaction between the real and the fake.

When the enemy is weak, make it strong; when the enemy is strong, make it weak. Never stick to fixed tactics.

We must adapt to the times and the local conditions in order to defeat the enemy."

Zhu Biao paused slightly, a trace of confusion appearing on his face.

He seemed to be weighing the pros and cons and making a difficult decision in his heart.

“When I first saw him, I felt that he was a man of extraordinary talent and character, far superior to ordinary people.

But in my opinion, although Song Yanzhang has outstanding strategies and great vision, he has little experience in leading troops in battles alone and may not be able to take charge on his own.

He is only suitable for serving as a military officer, giving advice to generals and assisting the commander-in-chief.

Fortunately, there is a battle-hardened and experienced general like Zheng Yuchun as the commander-in-chief, who will surely be able to make up for his shortcomings.

The two of them complement each other and will definitely achieve something.”

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard Zhu Biao point out Song Yanzhang's shortcomings without any hesitation, a gleam of appreciation flashed in his eyes.

However, his face still maintained the majesty and composure of an emperor, and there was no fluctuation in his eyes.

“As the saying goes, people should be used to their full potential and things should be used to their full potential.

Even the notorious Hu Weiyong, in our opinion, if used properly, could at least continue to serve the court for a few more years.

Biaoer, you must remember what your father said today.

In the eyes of this emperor, there is no such thing as absolute good or bad people, there is only a distinction between useful people and useless people.

In the court, various forces are complex and intertwined, and different political positions and interests are intertwined like a huge spider web.

As the Son of Heaven, we sometimes have to employ some treacherous ministers.

Use them to create conflicts and competition among various forces, so that they can check and balance each other.

And the father can mediate and control the overall situation, thus ensuring the supreme position of imperial power.

The third brother failed to see through this point, which is why he was eager to get rid of Hu Weiyong.

Now that things have come to this, we need to find a way to remedy the negative impact this has caused."

Zhu Biao suddenly felt confused. The moral standards he had always adhered to collided violently with his father's words, and the balance in his heart began to waver.

His hands unconsciously clenched tightly, and the knuckles turned white.

At this moment, Zhu Biao's eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, and there was a hint of struggle in his eyes.

"But my father, Hu Weiyong, has committed many evil deeds. His actions have already aroused the wrath of heaven and the indignation of the people.

In your opinion, doesn't he deserve to die?

I really can't understand, what's the point of keeping such a treacherous person?"

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head slowly, a trace of helplessness and vicissitudes appearing on his face.

There seemed to be endless stories hidden in those deep eyes, as if they could see through everything in this world.

"When did Dad ever say something as ridiculous as 'Hu Weiyong shouldn't die'?"

(End of this chapter)