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

Chapter 27: Who do you listen to, your father or your ancestors?

"Wang Wang Wang..."

The barking of dogs drove away the sleepiness of Crown Princess Zhang.

She rubbed her eyes and looked outside, and saw her man Zhu Pangpang walking in with a slightly red face.

"Why did you come back at this time? Did you go drinking again?"

Zhang quickly stepped forward and supported Zhu Pangpang.

"After seeing off the people from the six ministries, the second and third brothers insisted on dragging me out for a few drinks. I couldn't postpone it, so I went out for a few drinks."

Looking around, he saw that only Zhang and the maid were in the room, so he asked, "Did they go to bed?"

After helping her husband to sit on the chair, Zhang took the tea from the maid and passed it to Fatty Zhu. "It's already this late, he should have gone to bed a long time ago. Zhanjun hasn't had a good rest during this period. I just checked and he was snoring loudly."

"hehe!"

Zhu Pangpang chuckled. His second son was back and his mother was well again. He finally let go of the worry that had been weighing on his mind for the past two years and felt much more relaxed physically.

After taking a sip of tea to suppress the alcohol, he accidentally saw two huge white leathers next to him and asked curiously, "Where did you get these two leathers? They are quite nice."

"It's just right that you're back, you can give me some advice."

Zhang asked the maid to bring the skin over. While stroking it, she said, "Zhanjun gave me two skins, saying they were white bear skins that would keep you warm. One for me and one for my mother."

"But then I thought it wouldn't be suitable for me to wear, so I thought of giving it to the old man. Do you think I should make a coat or a cloak?"

Zhu Pangpang took a look and found the two pieces of skin very large, so he suggested, "Make them into cloaks. It would be a pity to make them into coats."

Zhang nodded, asked the two maids to put the leather away, and whispered to Zhu Pangpang: "You said our son has made such a great contribution, how will the old man reward him?"

Zhu Pangpang, who was drinking tea, glanced at his wife, saw the expectation in her eyes, chuckled, and put the cup on the table.

She waved the serving maid away and asked instead of answering, "Do you know what the second and third brothers said when they were drinking just now?"

"What did you say?" Zhang frowned and asked in confusion.

Fatty Zhu leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered, "The second and third brothers said at the wine table that Zhan Jun has made such a great contribution, and the old man will definitely reward him greatly."

"When our old man rewards people, he always rewards them based on their expertise."

"Let me ask you, what is our Zhanjun good at?"

Zhang thought about it and said uncertainly, "Does it count as flattery?"

Fatty Zhu knocked on the table: "I'm serious."

Zhang rolled her eyes, held her chin in her hands and thought for a moment before she said, "Zhanjun has been sensible since he was young. Other children would make a fuss for a long time when they were hungry, peed or defecated, but as long as he was full and clean, he would be well behaved."

When his wife talked about their second son's childhood, Zhu Pangpang would smile knowingly.

To be honest, among all his children, Zhu Zhanjun was the easiest to take care of. Perhaps it was because of this that his mother loved Zhu Zhanjun so much.

"Zhanjun didn't have any outstanding talents when he was young, but based on what you told me during this period, I found that our second son seems to be very good at military affairs."

As she spoke, a hint of surprise flashed in Zhang's eyes, "You mean the old man is likely to let Zhanjun join the army."

The Eastern Palace lacked nothing, except military strength. If the second son could join the army and gain a certain reputation, the Eastern Palace's shortcomings would be completely made up.

Zhu Pangpang nodded, but then shook his head. Without waiting for his wife to ask, he said, "What you said is indeed true, and it is very possible, but I don't plan to let Zhan Jun accept this reward."

Zhang frowned but didn't ask why. Based on her understanding of her husband, she knew he would give her an explanation later.

Sure enough, as she thought, Fatty Zhu sighed and continued, "My Ming Dynasty has no shortage of brave generals or capable ministers, but what it lacks is a commander who can command thousands of troops."

"Looking at our entire court, there are only two people who have this ability."

Fatty Zhu pointed upwards and said, "One is our father." He then pointed to the south and said, "The other one is Zhang Fu."

"During the northern expedition some time ago, the old man chose Qiu Fu because he couldn't find a commander. As a result, if it weren't for our son, the entire army would have been almost wiped out." Hearing about her son's contribution, Zhang smiled.

Any mother would be proud of her children's achievements, and Zhang is no exception.

Without noticing his wife's expression, Fatty Zhu sighed softly, "Our Zhan Jun has shown his talent in this area, which is a very good thing. However, his identity ultimately prevents him from taking this path."

"identity."

Zhang muttered something, and the pride in her eyes was slowly replaced by sadness.

She understood what her husband meant.

The inheritance of the Ming Dynasty is passed down to the eldest son and grandson. The old man started his career by rebelling, so naturally he doesn't want his descendants to fall into fratricide again.

Although the old man had thought of making his second son the crown prince many times, he would eventually choose his eldest son and grandson to inherit the throne due to the constraints of his ministers and the ancestral system.

Zhang knew her husband's character best. He was a supporter of the primogeniture system.

Zhu Zhanjun is the second legitimate son. No matter who inherits the throne in the future, it will be difficult for Zhu Zhanjun to get that position unless he snatches it.

In this case, the problem arises.

If Zhu Zhanjun was transferred to the army for training from a young age, with his talent in this area, he would definitely be the commander of a large army in the future.

It would be fine if one is devoted to the country, but once one has rebellious thoughts, the Jingnan Campaign is a lesson for one.

Regardless of whether either side wins or loses, it will be a huge loss for the Ming Dynasty.

"Ugh."

Seeing his wife fall into silence, Fatty Zhu stood up and patted his wife on the shoulder, "You should go to bed early. I'll go see that brat and chat with him."

Due to his habit of being outdoors in the wild for many years, Zhu Zhanjun did not sleep deeply. He opened his eyes the moment Zhu Pangpang pushed the door and walked in.

"You're awake. I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to come over to see you. Now that you're awake, let's have a chat."

When Zhu Pangpang pushed the door open and heard the snoring stop, he knew that his son had woken up. He walked to the bed with a smile, took off his boots with difficulty, and got into Zhu Zhanjun's bed.

Zhu Zhanjun: ???

The father and son sat in bed, talking about their childhood, the present, and the future.

Most of the talking was done by Zhu Pangpang, with Zhu Zhanjun only saying a few words occasionally.

They chatted until almost dawn, and then Fatty Zhu went to court yawning.

Empress Xu has recovered. Given the old man's personality, this is such a big happy event that he will definitely announce it to the world. Naturally, he, the crown prince of the current dynasty, cannot be absent.

"Little bastard, you should understand what your father said."

Old Zhu, who was awakened by Zhu Zhanjun when Zhu Pangpang came over, looked at the departing figure on the screen and asked with a smile.

Zhu Zhanjun nodded silently, "How could I not understand? My father almost told me to give up my unrealistic fantasies and assist my elder brother well."

Old Zhu smiled and asked jokingly, "Are you going to obey your father's orders?"

Zhu Zhanjun blinked and did not answer the question. Instead, he asked Old Zhu a question.

"Grandfather, between the rise of the Ming Dynasty and a filial and sensible descendant, which one would you choose?"

Old Zhu chuckled and said unhappily, "You little bastard, you are truly my kind. Like me, you have the same lofty ambition to save the world and the people."

After saying that, he picked up the hoe and went to the field laughing.

Listening to Old Zhu's hearty laughter, Zhu Zhanjun looked at the open door and whispered to himself, "It's hard to disobey my father's orders, but I can't disobey my ancestors' wishes. So between my father's orders and my ancestors' wishes, Dad, I've decided to listen to my ancestors. After all, you respect my ancestors so much, you must be very pleased with my choice."

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