My father Yongle, building a five-good family

Chapter 104: The death of King Jin and the changes in Jinling
Abdul I...

The son of the Tatar Grand Master...

The old eunuch was a little confused, and felt his thoughts were a little messy after hearing the news.

After such a short period of time, what happened?!

Why were the Tatars arrested?

For a moment, the old eunuch couldn't help asking:

"We only know that the Tatars are heading south, but what happened? How could it be... How could it be..."

At the end, the old eunuch didn't know how to start again.

Zhu Di was relatively calm. He glanced at Zhu Gaoyu, who was smiling happily, and explained the matter in a few words.

His words were concise and brief, and he only gave a brief description of the causes, processes and results of the Tatars' southward migration.

But even so, the old eunuch was still stunned by what he heard.

But soon, as if he thought of something, he suddenly lowered his head, looked at Zhu Gaoyu, and moved his lips as if he wanted to say something.

Come on.

He was just awarded the title of Prince of Dinghai.

The people in Yingtian were still on high alert. If they knew that Zhu Gaoyu had made another achievement, who knows what kind of trouble would be caused.

Thinking of Yingtianzhong, before leaving, the undercurrents between the crown prince and his many uncles and cousins ​​in the main hall, the old eunuch couldn't help but feel a tightness in his heart.

Now your Majesty's health is sometimes good and sometimes bad, and he is also old. The Crown Prince's uncles are young and strong, and they are also vassal kings in various places, holding military power.

Although Zhu Yunwen was the crown prince designated by His Majesty, he was still far behind some of his uncles in terms of his experience and decisiveness in killing.

If Zhu Gaoyu is really rewarded again...

Thinking of the treacherous atmosphere in Yingtian, the old eunuch couldn't predict how things would turn out for the time being...

I only hope that Your Majesty can hold on for a few more days, so that the Crown Prince can secure his position and inherit the throne smoothly, and that the world can remain peaceful and prosperous.

Thinking of this, the old eunuch smiled on the surface but sighed secretly in his heart.

……

Just as Zhu Di and Zhu Gaoyu in Datong were preparing to set off for Yingtian.

There was a different sound coming from the grassland...

now.

On the grassland bordering Taiyuan.

Aluta sat astride the horse's back, holding the reins in his hands, his eyes like a hawk on the grassland. Even though there was a hint of old age on his face, it made him look even more profound and cunning, like a ferocious beast on the grassland waiting for an opportunity, ready to pounce on people at any time.

The deputy general beside him lagged behind by half a step, with a look of hesitation on his face:
"Taiji, do we really want to attack Taiyuan? The current Ming Emperor is ruthless and will not be easily provoked. If we win the battle, it will be fine. If we fail, not only will we lose horses, but we will also attract revenge from the Ming Emperor!"

When Aluta heard this, he smiled faintly, with his own thoughts in mind:

"Of these important cities on the Ming frontier, Beiping is a tough nut to crack. Datong has just repaired its city walls, and if it fails to be conquered for a long time, it will inevitably attract support from princes from all over the country. Prince Ning even has the Three Guards of Duoyan."

"In Taiyuan right now, we happen to have the right time, place and people..."

The last sentence, however, is a bit confusing.

How was this favorable time, favorable location and favorable people calculated?

Alutai didn't mean to ask a riddle, but said directly:
"I heard that the King of Jin has been seriously ill for a long time. If we capture Datong, we can kill the King of Jin in one fell swoop, or even capture him alive. I want to see if the Ming Dynasty dares to threaten my son again."

Aluta's purpose has never been simply to burn, kill and loot.

The real purpose of his visit this time was because Abuji'an was captured.

The Ming Dynasty wanted to use Abji'an to negotiate conditions, but Aluta simply took advantage of the situation and used the Prince of Jin to negotiate conditions.

Who let him know that Prince Jin was bedridden and dying?
Thinking of this, Aluta waved his hand suddenly.

The fluttering flags fluttered on the grassland, and the sound of galloping horses rolled in.

For a moment, the air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder from wars and battles, as well as the faint smell of blood from the tips of knives.

Aluta arrived at the city of Taiyuan in a swagger.

At that time, King Jin dragged his frail body to the city wall.

The sound of wind blowing against the wall hit his clothes, and the pale face of Prince Jin actually turned an unnatural blush.

He squinted his eyes and looked at the cavalry in the distance.

Suddenly, he turned around and said to the attendant beside him with a smile:
"Alutai really thinks he's such a smart guy that no one can see through his thoughts?"

"I am just a candle in the wind right now. If I can use my life to defeat the Tatars, and the Ming army can reach the Onon River, seal the Wolf's Lair, and drink from the vast sea, then even if I die, what regrets will that have?"

After saying this, King Jin sighed deeply and said with emotion:
"This is my honor. When my name is recorded in history, my descendants will be grateful for my kindness when they mention me."

After saying this, half of King Jin’s face seemed to be illuminated by the firelight on the city wall.

The flickering firelight made his cheeks look even more sunken.

But his eyes were surprisingly firm.

……

The days flew by.

Yingtian.

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to have become thinner these days.

Zhu Yunwen sat at a small low table next to him and began to read the memorials step by step according to Zhu Yuanzhang's arrangement.

At first, Zhu Yunwen was a little excited.

After all, being able to review memorials, even some insignificant memorials of respect, but in Zhu Yunwen's view, it was a sign that the emperor trusted him and was also an important step towards the center of power.

But as time went on like this, Zhu Yunwen began to feel a headache when he saw those memorials.

A lot of seemingly brilliant articles actually just talk about some trivial things.

These ministers were scratching their heads every day while writing memorials, and they almost even wrote down what they had eaten for lunch.

It was late at night. Zhu Yunwen pinched his brows and felt a sense of fatigue coming over him.

But when he looked up, he saw Zhu Yuanzhang sitting on the dragon throne, still diligently handling memorials.

He sighed silently in his heart, lowered his head again and started flipping through the memorials.

Sometimes, staying with the Emperor is a torture to myself.

Sui Er.

There was a noise coming from above.

Zhu Yunwen was delighted, thinking that all the memorials for today had been dealt with.

When he looked up, he saw the emperor holding a memorial in his hands, his eyes full of smiles.

He didn’t know if it was Zhu Yunwen’s illusion, but he always felt that there was a hint of surprise in the emperor’s expression.

The whole vast world belongs to the Emperor.

What else could surprise Grandpa Huang?

Zhu Yunwen couldn't help but become curious.

He asked a question:
"Grandpa Emperor, what good news is this that makes you so happy?"

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyebrows relaxed, and he looked proud:

"The Tatars went south, and Aluta's son led a small group of cavalry to plunder outside Datong City, and ended up running into your cousin Zhu Gaoyu..."

Hearing this, Zhu Yunwen frowned.

His intuition told him that wherever Zhu Gaoyu appeared, nothing good would happen.

However, Zhu Yunwen remained calm and even smiled:
"What happened...?"

Zhu Yuanzhang laughed out loud:
"I don't know where your cousin got an Urban cannon from, and he managed to capture Abjiwa, the son of the Tatar Grand Master."

Zhu Yunwen exerted a little force on the hand holding the pen, and the fingertips turned bluish-white.

But on the surface, he was still the perfect grandson. When he saw his cousin's achievements, he was not jealous at all. Instead, he seemed to be genuinely happy for him.

"My cousin has made such a great contribution. How is the Emperor going to reward him?"

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled even more:
"This guy is on his way back. Let's wait until we see him in person and then we'll hear what he wants."

As he spoke, Old Zhu read the memorial in his hand again and again, and he could not suppress the smile on his face. He felt a little proud and complacent. Even his body, which had been stretched to the limit of pain due to days of work, felt a lot more relaxed.

When Zhu Yunwen heard Zhu Yuanzhang's words, his expression changed for a moment.

Listen to what Zhu Gaoyu asks for, and then reward him? !
The Emperor has never rewarded others like this before!
How can one be picky about the emperor's rewards?
But for the Emperor, Zhu Gaoyu is an exception!
You know, even Zhu Yunwen himself had never received such treatment.

Zhu Yunwen took a deep breath and suppressed the irritability and anxiety in his heart.

Fortunately, Zhu Gaoyu is only five years old now.

Even if the emperor wanted to change his ways, he couldn't change Zhu Gaoyu.

Just thinking about it, Zhu Yunwen couldn't help but reveal a hint of bitterness at the corner of his mouth.

Since when did Zhu Yunwen degenerate to the point of comparing himself with a child?

Or maybe since when did he start to become anxious and worried about his grandfather the Emperor?

He is the crown prince.

He is the natural and legitimate first heir to the throne.

Is not it?
Just as Zhu Yunwen was lost in deep thought, hurried footsteps were heard outside the hall.

Old Zhu's thoughts were interrupted, but he just frowned and asked someone to come forward and hand him the report from the border.

He opened it and read through it quickly.

Zhu Yunwen was a little curious.

There are quite a few express reports arriving over 800 miles these days.

And it was just a coincidence.

Every time it was delivered to the Emperor in the middle of the night.

What will happen this time?

It can't be that it is related to Zhu Gaoyu, right?
Just as I was thinking about it, a sharp sound broke the quiet night sky.

The blush on Zhu Yuanzhang's face suddenly faded away and turned pale.

At this moment, his tiger eyes were filled with tears. His left hand grasped the collar of his shirt on his chest, unconsciously exerting force.

The collar of his shirt was wrinkled into a ball.

Veins popped out on the back of his hands.

But Zhu Yuanzhang seemed unaware.

Somehow, Zhu Yunwen thought of the words that his grandfather had written for the King of Qin:

[My eyes are blurry now, so I am thinking about this for you. I wiped my blurry eyes again, and then I wrote a clean line myself to show you. This is written on March 27, the 28th year of Hongwu.]

And this moment.

Outside the window, the snow was falling like goose feathers.

The 29th year of Hongwu, January 27th, was the Little New Year.

King Jin died.

Zhu Yuanzhang lost one of his sons again.

The overwhelming darkness is coming.

Before he fainted, Zhu Yuanzhang only heard screaming, chaos, and collisions around him.

He's just a little tired.

There are historical records of Mongolian wheels on the border of Datong. Originally, the King of Jin should have lived longer, but this time the plot flapped its wings. Jingnan is almost over. I have finished writing 8,000 words in the past two days. I will continue to write 6,000 words to save some manuscripts, adjust the update time to the morning, and then look at the information.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, dears, and a happy family reunion^_^
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(End of this chapter)