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

Chapter 24: Golden Gourd Strike the Prince (Please save and read!)

"My little one, now that your grandma is well, our home can be lively again."

On the stairs of Kunning Palace, the father and son sat side by side, looking at the bright moon rising in the sky, chatting while waiting for Zhu Pangpang, Prince Zhao, Prince Han and others to come.

The old man took out a big pear from the fruit plate next to him, rubbed it on his body, and handed it to Zhu Zhanjun next to him.

Zhu Zhanjun rolled his eyes and didn't bother to get a knife. He just started gnawing on the skin with his front teeth.

"Bah bah bah..."

He wiped off the peel and crumbs and handed it to the old man.

The old man showed no disdain at all. He took a bite of the peeled pear and handed it to Zhu Zhanjun.

"Tell me what you want. As long as Grandpa has it, Grandpa will give it to you."

Zhu Zhanjun took the pear, took a bite along the mark left by the old man, and then handed it back to the old man.

He chewed it a few times and swallowed it, then raised his hand and wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"That's my grandma, and it's only natural for her grandson to do anything."

The old man smiled with satisfaction, reached out and patted Zhu Zhanjun on the shoulder, and did not continue the conversation.

The kid is just like him, he won't release the eagle until he sees the rabbit. He won't be satisfied with what he wants.

"My grandson heard that Duke Qi's son is very talented in literature and mathematics."

The old man glanced at Zhu Zhanjun, took a bite of the pear and handed the rest to Zhu Zhanjun. After he took it, he said, "Why, do you like him?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded, "My grandson will eventually set up his own government, and I want to find a capable housekeeper. Rather than letting him go to Qiongzhou to fend for himself, it is better to give him another chance because his father has made contributions to the Ming Dynasty."

The old man hesitated for a moment, then turned to Little Nose and said, "Go there tomorrow and tell him that someone saved his life, so that he knows what to do."

After telling Little Nose about it, the old man suddenly thought of something and looked at Zhu Zhanjun with a smile.

"You only want a housekeeper and nothing else?"

Zhu Zhanjun turned around in confusion, "What else? Oh, Princess? I'm still young, it's a bit early."

The old man shook his head and said meaningfully, "Qiu Fu's concubine gave birth to a pair of twin daughters for him. They are only one year older than you."

Zhu Zhanjun raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man, "So?"

The old man smiled and said, "You don't have a personal maid yet."

Zhu Zhanjun frowned slightly and looked the old man up and down.

He finally understood that after several happy events and the safe return of the 100,000-strong army, the old man's anger towards Qiu Fu had disappeared.

After all, he was a general who had followed him for many years, and the old man could not give up the friendship they had shared.

But the king is a man of his word. He has already issued an imperial decree of exile. If he suddenly changes his mind, how can he, as an emperor, still have any dignity?
Therefore, the old man needs someone to stand up and plead for Qiu Fu's family, and then he can go along with the situation and change the hard exile into other punishments.

In this way, it can be regarded as a satisfactory explanation to Qiu Fu, the subordinate who once fought for him.

After figuring this out, Zhu Zhanjun felt speechless.

As expected, none of the emperors are good people, and they even plot against their own grandchildren.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the old man, blinked, and said innocently: "Why do you need a maid? I can take care of myself."

Such a naive answer made the old man choke on his saliva.

"Hmph, forget it. I will send them to the Jiaofang Bureau later."

The old man snorted coldly, pretending to be angry, and said something viciously.

Zhu Zhanjun curled his lips and didn't bother to pay attention to the arrogant old man. He continued to look at the palace gate, waiting for the arrival of Zhu Pangpang and others.

The old man felt secretly angry when he saw that the little guy was not sensible.

This little bastard clearly understood what he meant, but he refused to be fooled. It was really infuriating.

"Do you look pretty?"

Just when the old man was thinking about whether to force Qiu Fu's two daughters in, Zhu Zhanjun looked at the palace gate and asked leisurely.

The old man snorted, "Ugly, very ugly. The ugliest and second ugliest girls in the world are his two daughters." Zhu Zhanjun nodded, "Okay, then I'll take them. There are many beautiful women, but it's rare to find one that's shockingly ugly. If I bring them with me, they will definitely attract countless attention."

Old man:? ? ?

Looking at the serious Zhu Zhanjun, the old man felt a little confused.

How come this kid has such a strange way of thinking? Who did he take this from?

"Da da da……"

"Go away..."

"Mother, my mother, why did you leave like this? How can your son live, mother..."

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves accompanied by the howling of ghosts and wolves came from outside the palace gate.

Hearing the crying mother, the old man's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

"It seems to be the second uncle. Oh, and the third uncle."

Zhu Zhanjun stood up and listened carefully, then reported the identity of the visitor to the old man.

These two people live outside the palace, but they are even faster than my father Zhu Pangpang who lives in the East Palace.

The two horses were stopped by the palace guards at the palace gate. Zhu Gaoxu, Prince of Han, and Zhu Gaosui, Prince of Zhao, fell off their horses and crawled towards Zhu Zhanjun and the old man, crying.

What is even more speechless is that King of Han Zhu Gaoxu got a piece of white silk from somewhere and tied it around his waist in advance.

The two men looked like they were attending a funeral, and the old man's face turned pale. He raised his hand to take off the belt around his waist.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the two of them, his mouth twitched, and he was a little speechless. He thought: How did the palace servant spread the news? How did the second uncle and the third uncle, these two weirdos, connect the news to the death of Empress Xu.

"Shh!"

The old man raised his hand and pulled off his belt, but today he was using a soft silk belt, and after taking it off, it was so limp that he couldn't swing it at all.

As the saying goes, sharing the worries of the king and father is the duty of the younger generation and the subjects.

Zhu Zhanjun looked around, saw something, his eyes lit up and he ran over immediately.

Looking at the two bastards getting closer and closer, the old man threw away his belt and was about to draw his sword when Zhu Zhanjun's voice sounded from behind him.

"Grandpa, use this, it's strong."

When the old man heard the sound, he turned around and saw Zhu Zhanjun dragging a long-handled golden hammer towards him.

Looking at the golden pumpkin that was as big as a child's head, he glanced at his two sons who had already realized something was wrong and stopped at the bottom of the stairs in embarrassment.

"Shh!"

Jin Gua was picked up by the old man and walked angrily towards the two dumbfounded people.

"Dad...don't...don't!"

The two men were so scared that they retreated back with their heads in their hands, begging for mercy and looking at Zhu Zhanjun angrily.

After all, they were his biological sons, so the old man didn't have the heart to hit them. Instead, he just kicked the two idiots' buttocks.

"Boom!"

The golden melon fell heavily in front of the two brothers who were kneeling upright. The two idiots looked at the broken bluestone slab and swallowed their saliva subconsciously.

"Kneel down for me. When your mother wakes up, you two bastards, get up for me."

The old man angrily slapped another person, then turned around and sat on the stairs to continue waiting for others.

"Mother... my son is here. Your son Gao Chi is here..."

However, before the old man's buttocks touched the steps, shouts were heard outside the palace gate again.

The two idiots who were kneeling as punishment realized that even the boss had misunderstood when they heard the noise.

Prince of Han Zhu Gaoxu looked at the old man's livid face, glanced at the golden melon that was smashing the bluestone floor next to him, and smiled evilly in his heart.

He grabbed the standing golden gourd, held it in his hands flatteringly, and held it in front of the old man: "Dad, use this one, it's solid."

(End of this chapter)