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

Chapter 310 Who should I choose?

"Is Fan Zhong's family arranged?"

When the Jinyiwei were arresting people all over the capital, a small banquet was held in the imperial garden of the palace, and only Zhang Fu was invited.

Perhaps out of respect for the old commander, or for other reasons, the Jinyiwei did not torture him severely. They just locked him up and occasionally asked him some questions.

However, Fan Zhong, who was a little younger, did not receive such good treatment. Moreover, he was the emperor's personal guard general and was the main target.

At the beginning of the year, this strong man could not bear the punishment and learned that his home was searched, his relatives were imprisoned, and one of his sons was beaten to death. Feeling hopeless, he chose to end his life.

The general who protected the emperor ended his life in such a hasty manner.

After his death, Empress Dowager Sun did not let him go. She ordered his corpse to be whipped. Finally, his mutilated body was thrown into a mass grave and eaten by vicious dogs and wild beasts.

When we sent people to look for it today, we found a few broken bones, but we are not sure whether they are his.

"It's all arranged."

Zhu Zhanji said, "I went there myself and brought his youngest son out, and also brought his daughters back from the Jiaofang Division."

"As for the rest..."

At this point, Zhu Zhanji fell silent.

No one said anything else.

Zhang Fu lifted up the jar of wine and drank it down in one gulp.

"Wow!"

The jar fell heavily to the ground, and Zhang Fu lay on the table and burst into tears.

"Why did it turn out like this, brother, I'm sorry for you."

Looking at Zhang Fu crying bitterly, the old man could only silently pat his old friend's shoulder to comfort him.

"Don't let any of them escape. Anyone who participates in the murder and harm of the Fan family will be punished as a warning to General Fan's spirit in heaven."

Zhu Zhanjun continued, "Fan Zhong was loyal to his master and fought bravely on the battlefield. His contributions were invaluable. He was given the title of Loyal and Brave Marquis, which was hereditary for three generations and his son will inherit the title."

Zhang Fu, who was crying loudly, suddenly stood up, walked in front of Zhu Zhanjun, knelt down and kowtowed hard.

"On behalf of my elder brother, I would like to thank Your Majesty for his grace!"

Zhu Zhanjun stood up and helped the other person up.

"There is no such thing as divine grace or not. This is what the royal family owes you, and it is also the recognition given to you by the people of the world."

Asking the other party to sit down, Zhu Zhanjun looked at him and said, "Your most urgent task is to take good care of your health. The Ming Dynasty in this era still needs a loyal minister like you."

After all, Zhang Fu is old and has been locked up in a dark cell for more than a year. Today, the imperial physician examined him and told Zhu Zhanjun and others that he had almost exhausted his life.

It was the obsession in his heart that kept him going, otherwise this veteran would probably have passed away.

Zhu Zhanjun didn't want the other party to completely relax because his obsession was completed, so he didn't even think about giving the other party a new obsession.

After the Battle of Tumu Fortress, coupled with the internal strife over the past year, the Military Generals Group fell into decline and needed a leader to stand up and rebuild the group.

Without the restraint of the military group, the future emperor may not be able to suppress the civil group.

After giving instructions to Zhang Fu, Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand and Zhu Qiyu came over.

"Kneel down."

Zhu Qiyu quickly knelt down obediently, but he was kneeling towards Zhu Zhanjun and Old Zhu's men.

"It's not me, it's the Duke of England."

Zhu Qiyu turned around obediently.

"This……"

Zhang Fu quickly moved away, but Zhu Zhanjun reached out and grabbed him.

"Prince of England, you know we can't stay here for long."

"A country cannot be without a ruler for even a day. A year of chaotic government has already had a serious impact on the world."

"I originally wanted to let my brother Zhu Zhanji take the position, but considering his character, he would definitely not accept it."

"Besides, my eldest brother has descendants. If I rashly pass the throne to another branch, it will have a bad impact on future generations."

"Qi Zhen is no longer suitable, so after discussing with my great grandfather, grandfather and others, we decided to continue to follow the imperial edict and let Zhu Qiyu serve as the next monarch."

"But this child has lacked instruction since childhood. Many of the old ministers have passed away, and I am not confident about the others. I can only leave this child to you."

"His Majesty."

Zhang Fu's body trembled, he understood that this was a trust in him.

The term "entrust an orphan to someone else" may sound a bit inappropriate, but the overall meaning is pretty much the same.

"Please don't refuse, Lord England."

Zhu Zhanji stepped forward and bowed deeply.

"Don't refuse, Zhang family boy. Others want to take this job, but we don't like them." Old Zhu also advised.

Apart from Yu Qian, there were few civil and military officials in the court who caught his eye.

But in Zhu Yuanzhang's view, Yu Qian was loyal to the world rather than to any particular emperor, so he felt that he was not suitable to be entrusted with the care of his son.

The only person who is suitable for this position in the whole court is Zhang Fu, a veteran minister who has experienced six dynasties. Wow, after this calculation, Zhu suddenly found that Zhang Fu is quite resilient.

Although this little guy was born not long ago when he was alive, he was also a person of the Hongwu Dynasty.

According to history, there were only sixteen emperors in the Ming Dynasty, but Zhang Fu experienced seven of them, which is a rare occurrence in history books.

Seeing that several emperors were trying to persuade him, Zhang Fu stopped hesitating and bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, I will obey your command."

"That's not right."

Just as Zhang Fu agreed, Zhu Houzhao, who was eating at the side, suddenly stood up and said, "If the second great grandfather becomes the emperor, then there will be no place for my grandfather."

"Without my grandfather, it would be even more impossible for my father to become the emperor. If my father can't become the emperor, then it seems that there is no place for me to be the emperor."

Zhu Zhanjun raised his foot and kicked him on the buttocks: "Why are you so troublesome? Your family has only your grandfather who is a bit capable. Because your father is a civil servant, you don't even have a son. You just do nonsense all day long."

"Who knows, if someone else were to take over this world, the Ming Dynasty might develop in a different direction."

Zhu Qiyu, who was kneeling on the ground, was a little worried when he heard Zhu Houzhao's words.

However, when Zhu Zhanjun said this, he was instantly relieved and turned to Zhu Zhanjun: "Please rest assured, second uncle, if my child is not suitable to be the emperor in the future, I will choose Jianshen to take over the throne and ensure the inheritance of the Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Zhanjun hummed and said nothing.

Just listen to this. Now that the throne is in your hands, who would be willing to give it up?

Just like him, if his own boy was not suitable to be emperor, Zhu Zhanjun would do everything he could to train him instead of giving the position to his eldest nephew Zhu Qizhen.

People are like this. Once something falls into their hands, they will naturally feel that it belongs to them and don't want to give it to someone else.

"Zhanji, you don't have to accompany us, go and take care of your business."

After explaining everything to Zhu Qiyu, Zhu invited Zhang Fu to sit down and continue drinking.

The moment he raised the wine glass, he suddenly said something meaningful to Zhu Zhanji.

Zhu Zhanji also picked up the wine glass, but his hand paused for a moment. After a few breaths, he drank the wine in one gulp, stood up and walked towards the harem.

Behind him, a guard was holding a plate with a pot of wine and a white silk on it.

"Son, it's great that you're back. Now that your father is here, as well as your grandfather, I believe the throne is still yours."

A small family banquet was also held in the Qianqing Palace. Sun's face was filled with joy, and she kept asking Zhu Qizhen to pick up food for her.

Queen Qian took care of her son Zhu Jianshen, but her eyes never left Zhu Qizhen.

The family members all had happy expressions, but Zhu Qizhen's expression was somewhat gloomy, and he ate the rice in the bowl mechanically.

Zhu Qizhen did not have too many extravagant demands. He knew the original history and knew that he and his mother had made too many mistakes.

The reason he could stay in the space to work was that Lao Zhu, his second uncle and others allowed him to continue working to atone for his sins because of their blood relationship.

But his mother was not a member of the royal family, and his father developed a dislike for her.

If it was before the Battle of Tumu, his mother might have had a chance of survival. However, the internal strife of that year almost caused the Ming Dynasty to fall apart, and the main reason was his mother.

"What's wrong? You're in a bad mood. Did your dad scold you?"

Seeing that her son was just eating silently, Sun put down her chopsticks and asked with concern.

"You should know that the edict is genuine. You can recognize my handwriting."

Zhu Qizhen also put down his chopsticks and looked straight at his mother.

The smile on Sun's face slowly disappeared, and facing Zhu Qizhen's gaze, she nodded calmly.

"Yes, I recognized your handwriting the moment I took it out, but I must say it's fake."

"I have fought for you my entire life. I have devoted my entire life to you. I will not allow my efforts and dedication to become a pipe dream in the end."

"It's easy for you to just wave your hand, but have you ever thought about what will happen to me, your wife, and your children once Zhu Qiyu inherits the throne?"

"Since ancient times, how many princes who were deprived of their position as crown prince have survived?"

Zhu Qizhen remained silent, picked up his bowl and continued eating, with no intention of answering this question.

"Zhen'er, tell me what position you hold over there, and whether you can protect everything I have fought for all my life."

"he can not."

Before Zhu Qizhen could answer, a cold response came from outside the door.

Hearing the voice, Sun stood up excitedly and looked at the figure she had been thinking about day and night.

But when the other party came in and saw what was on the tray in the other party's guard's hand, the surprise on Sun's face turned into horror.

It took her a long time to calm down. She looked at the person who was walking towards her angrily, and suddenly smiled sadly.

"What a ruthless imperial family, what a cold-blooded Emperor Xuanzong of the Ming Dynasty!"

After a while, Zhu Zhanji walked out of the house.

Zhu Qizhen, who was kneeling silently at the door with his wife and children, kowtowed to Zhu Zhanji, then stood up and staggered inside.

"mother…"

A heart-wrenching cry sounded behind him. Zhu Zhanji, who was walking out, stopped, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, sighed softly and said, "You will suffer for your own sins. I hope you will behave yourself."

(End of this chapter)