Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 115 New Year's Gift from Space (Subscription Request)
Bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new year, the new year is coming.

On the night of New Year's Eve, the curfew was lifted and fireworks were set off everywhere outside the palace. The faint smell of gunpowder and sulfur in the air made the New Year atmosphere seem particularly strong.

The opening of the Veterans Chamber of Commerce was a complete success, earning nearly 2000 taels of silver on the same day.

Until noon on New Year's Eve today, Zhu Zhanjun had earned more than 10,000 taels of silver in six days.
Zhu Zhanjun was not stingy. At noon, he gave red envelopes to everyone, slaughtered a few pigs, had a meal with his men, explained the plans for the next year, and then let everyone go back to celebrate the New Year.

In the evening, the old man asked everyone to go to the palace, and the family gathered together for the last time to have a reunion dinner.

Zhu Gaoxu will go to Fengyang Zhongdu next year, and Zhu Gaosui will go to his fiefdom. I’m afraid they will never have the chance to come back.

Therefore, the old man and Empress Xu attached great importance to this reunion dinner.

As a result, Prince of Han Zhu Gaoxu drank a few more glasses of wine and got emotional. He had a quarrel with the old man, which made the old man very angry.

The reunion dinner was turned into a mess.

"You second uncle!"

Old Zhu, who watched the whole thing, shook his head and felt that his fourth son was particularly unsuccessful in educating his children.

When he was alive, not only his other sons, but even Zhu Biao didn't dare to get angry with him like this.

Zhu Zhanjun also silently agreed with this in his heart.

The old man is like Lao Zhu in every way, but when it comes to educating children, he is indeed far behind.

The old man was so angry that he left, and the reunion dinner could not go on. Everyone had to go back and stay up to celebrate the New Year.

Zhu Zhanjun returned to the East Palace, said he was tired, and went back to his room to rest.

For some reason, he felt particularly tired today. When he returned to the room, Quan had just helped him take off his clothes and hadn't even washed his feet when Zhu Zhanjun fell asleep on the bed.

Hearing the slight snoring, Quan did not dare to disturb him. She washed Zhu Zhanjun's feet with warm water, wiped his body, carefully picked up Zhu Zhanjun, and put him in the bed that she had already warmed.

In a daze, Zhu Zhanjun felt his body floating. The feeling was just like flying in a dream. When a gust of wind blew, his body would float up.

After floating for an unknown amount of time, I arrived in front of a colorful lotus.

The lotus emits colorful light, which is very beautiful and mysterious.

As he approached, the lotus petals unfolded one by one, revealing a box wrapped in lotus leaves.

Zhu Zhanjun touched it curiously, and the lotus leaf opened automatically, revealing a ray of light.

The spiritual light swayed in the air and twisted into the image of a man with a beautiful beard. He performed the master-servant ceremony to Zhu Zhanjun, and then stood up and disappeared.

As the spiritual light disappeared, the blooming lotus slowly closed and returned to the appearance that Zhu Zhanjun had just seen.

"Crackling..."

The sound of firecrackers suddenly rang out, and Zhu Zhanjun suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed.

"Your Highness."

Quan, who was accompanying her and warming the bed, asked with concern.

Zhu Zhanjun shook his head, listened to the noise outside, and asked softly, "What time is it now?"

"We just passed the New Year's Eve. I just heard someone shouting outside that His Royal Highness ordered the lighting of firecrackers to welcome the New Year."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and lay back down in bed.

It's so cold outside, he won't go out. It's not as comfortable as being in bed.

Enjoying the warm bed and the faint fragrance at the tip of his nose, Zhu Zhanjun closed his eyes and entered the space.

No one knows what climate zone the space is in. It is warm like spring all year round. In addition, there is no time system, so Lao Zhu and others can only make plans based on the time outside.

Today is New Year's Eve. Old Zhu originally wanted to prepare a table inside, and then have a reunion dinner with his children and grandchildren while watching the projection of Zhu Zhanjun outside.

As a result, just when he was getting in the mood, Zhu Gaoxu made a scene, and Zhu's interest instantly disappeared.

"Here you are. Are you okay?"

Zhu Zhanjun had just entered the space when Old Zhu, who was sitting at the door drinking tea, asked with concern.

Zhu Zhanjun's condition became very bad after dark. Old Zhu saw it and was worried.

After asking several questions, Zhu Zhanjun also responded weakly.

Later, Zhu Zhanjun returned to his room and fell asleep directly on the bed, which scared Old Zhu.

He thought that something had happened to Zhu Zhanjun, which made him very worried. Zhu Zhanjun was the perfect successor in his mind, and he didn't want Zhu Zhanjun to die young.

If it weren't for Empress Ma's comfort, and if it weren't for the fact that Quan, who was in charge of taking care of him, and the two maids from the Qiu family checked and confirmed that he was not sick, Zhu would have called Xia Yuanji to go to the palace to check.

"It's fine, just a little tired after dark."

Zhu Zhanjun replied and walked to the table. Empress Ma handed him a bowl of lotus seed soup and said, "On the first day of the new year, you should eat something sweet. This way, you will have a sweet year."

Zhu Zhanjun took it with a smile and took a bite. The smooth and sweet taste instantly flowed into his mouth.

After eating two large bowls in a row, Zhu Zhanjun wiped his mouth with satisfaction.

Zhu Zhanjun thought about the dream for a long time but had no clue, so he decided to ask Lao Zhu, Zhu Biao and others.

"I just had a dream, in which I dreamed of..."

Zhu Zhanjun described the dream and looked at them and said, "With my current physical condition, it is absolutely impossible for me to feel this tired. I rarely dream on weekdays. What does that person in the dream mean?"

After listening to Zhu Zhanjun's story, Old Zhu frowned and said, "There is a lotus mark between your eyebrows, and the altar is a lotus altar. Is it possible that the seven-colored lotus is the real existence of this world?"

Queen Ma nodded and said, "Buddhism says that one flower represents one world. Is it possible that the world we live in was created by the lotus you dreamed of?"

"I think the lotus is secondary." Zhu Biao thought for a moment and analyzed: "If the seven-colored lotus is the origin of this world, Zhan Jun, as the master, will definitely not do anything to hurt Zhan Jun. Therefore, the figure is the key to this dream."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded: "I thought so too, but I am a little confused. How could someone suddenly appear out of nowhere?"

Several people analyzed it for a long time but still had no clue.

"You don't have to think too much. The lotus has sent out a person, and that person will definitely show up. We just need to wait."

Queen Ma looked at the three people with frowns on their faces, thinking about the figure all the time. Not wanting to affect the New Year's atmosphere, she directly advised: "Today is the New Year, don't let these troubles affect your mood. If that person shows up, we will know what's going on."

"Even if he doesn't show up, it won't affect us. Who knows, maybe Zhan Jun is really tired because he's been too busy these days, and he's thinking about things in space, so he dreams."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and agreed with this statement, so he put the matter aside and sat in front of the thatched cottage with a few others, eating melon seeds, snacks, drinking tea, looking at the scenery in the space, and watching the years pass.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't go back until dawn.

There is actually no difference between the royal family’s New Year celebrations and those of ordinary people.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, I followed my grandfather to worship our ancestors and receive New Year greetings from royal relatives and nobles. I was busy until dark, and it felt like I had done nothing and the day was over.

Being an official in the Ming Dynasty was the most difficult job. Not only was the salary low, but there was also a lot of work to do and few holidays.

I took a day off on the first day of the Lunar New Year, and had to go back to work the next day.

Zhu Zhanjun stayed in the Eastern Palace until the fifth day of the first lunar month, but he couldn't stand it anymore and returned to the imperial estate.

There is more to come after he returns.

The preparations for going to Fengyang Prefecture, and once there, how to take the first step, how many people to bring, and how to arrange them, all needed to be handled by him one by one.

Thinking about all those things, Zhu Zhanjun felt a headache.

He has no shortage of people who are brave enough to fight and risk their lives, and he has the help of people arranged by Xia Yuanji. He also has no shortage of people to manage business. What he lacks is people who can help him deal with internal affairs.

Zhu Biao was capable of handling these matters, but ultimately Zhu Zhanjun still had to do it personally, which wasted his time.

"Your Highness, there is an official from the Imperial Academy outside who wants to see you. He said that he is the chief historian sent by His Majesty to you."

Zhu Zhanjun had just finished dealing with some things when Xiaohu pushed the door and walked in.

"Chief historian?"

Zhu Zhanjun asked casually: "What's your name? What's he like?"

Xiao Hu thought about it and said with some sourness: "It seems his name is Zhang something turtle, and he looks quite human."

Zhu Zhanjun was speechless and waved his hand, saying, "Let him in."

Soon, footsteps were heard outside the door again. Zhu Zhanjun recognized that one was Xiaohu's footsteps, and the other was very steady. From the footsteps, it could be judged that this was a very steady person.

"Your Highness, the person has been brought here."

Xiaohu reported, and then a gentle voice sounded.

"Zhang Baigui, the editor of the Imperial Academy, greets His Royal Highness the Second Grandson!"

Zhu Zhanjun, who was working on something with his head down, hummed casually. But after a moment, his body shook violently, and he looked up at the handsome man in casual clothes who was saluting in front of the table.

(End of this chapter)