Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 82 Everyone is here
In the imperial palace, in the bedroom of Emperor Yongle, the whole family of Emperor Yongle looked at each other, and no one could speak.

Sudden.

"Thump thump thump~" A series of footsteps were heard, and everyone turned their heads to see that it was Monk Daoyan who came, but Little Nosey did not follow in.

"I come to see the emperor, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness the Prince of Han, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and His Royal Highness the Prince of Han!" Monk Daoyan bowed and greeted everyone as he entered the room.

"Master Daoyan is well"

"Master Daoyan!"

……

Everyone also greeted Monk Daoyan.

"Your Majesty, Prince Zhao is drunk and is still at the palace gate. The chief steward is taking care of him. The chief steward asked me to explain to Your Majesty!" After Monk Daoyan saluted everyone in the room, he explained to Emperor Yongle.

After listening to Monk Daoyan's words, Emperor Yongle silently closed his eyes, sighed softly, nodded silently, and did not continue speaking.

At this time, something unexpected happened.

Monk Daoyan actually came directly to Zhu Zhanhe and started chatting with him again, which stunned everyone present, especially Emperor Yongle, whose eyes became even more strange.

"Your Highness Zhanhe, we meet again!" Monk Daoyan ignored the eyes of the people around him, walked directly to Zhu Zhanhe, bowed, and spoke.

"Master, you are too polite!" Zhu Zhanhe also bowed to Monk Daoyan.

"Your Highness Zhanhe, the monk observed the celestial phenomena tonight and found that today is the day of the monk's death. I wonder if what the monk said is true?!" The monk Daoyan's words shocked everyone present. The Emperor Yongle even glanced back and forth at the two people who were talking in front of him.

"The master is indeed a great monk. He can even accurately predict the day of his own death. Zhanhe admires him!" Zhu Zhanhe's words told everyone without any hesitation that Monk Daoyan must die today!

"Amitabha, it seems the monk was right, the time is today!

However, the monk still has one question?
His Highness Zhanhe allowed the monk to survive until today just for what happened today, right?
This incident actually allowed the monk to live a few more days. It seems to be very important.

I don't know? Can the monk handle this matter well? " Monk Daoyan didn't care what others thought. He stared at Zhu Zhanhe in front of him and asked.

The conversation between the two stirred up a huge uproar among the remaining people at the scene. Emperor Yongle's eyes were shining brightly! It was unknown what he was thinking. The Crown Prince was also staring at everything in front of him with a sharp gaze.

"To be honest, I also say I don't know? I can only say that I will try my best! With the efforts of three generations of our Zhu family, we hope to find a solution together. I hope that the master will give me some advice at that time!" Zhu Zhanhe was not polite either. He directly told Monk Daoyan the importance of the matter.

"Okay! The old monk will do his part for the Ming Dynasty before he passes away!" Monk Daoyan did not doubt at all whether what Zhu Zhanhe said was true, but agreed directly.

Zhu Zhanhe turned around and looked at his grandfather, uncle, father and others who were stunned beside him. He had no intention of explaining and just spoke again.

"Uncle, let me remind you again. If you don't want the man lying in the hall to die, move him to another place to sleep now." Zhu Zhanhe thought of Yu Qian lying in his grandfather's bedroom and reminded his uncle again. "Okay! Zhanji, go get him taken away!" This time, Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi agreed without hesitation and arranged for his grandson Zhu Zhanji to handle it.

After listening to this, Zhu Zhanji went out without hesitation and came back just a moment later! In contrast, Zhu Zhanhe was not surprised.

"Grandpa, Third Uncle probably can't come, but since the rest of the people are here, let's get started." Zhu Zhanhe said with a relaxed look on his face.

Then, without waiting for others to speak, Zhu Zhanhe went to the things prepared in advance and directly opened one of the wooden barrels. Immediately, a strong smell of Chinese medicine came to his nose.

Zhu Zhanhe was not polite either. He picked up a small bowl from the side and scooped a bowl of medicine from the bucket. He turned his head to look at the people behind him, raised the bowl from a distance without saying a word, and drank it by himself.

Then, Zhu Zhanhe poured another bowl and fed it to his father, Prince Han, who was still kneeling. Prince Han was not polite and drank the whole bowl in big gulps.

"If you want to see what my father is holding in his arms, everyone present must first drink a bowl of my grandfather's medicine for treating convulsions and phlegm!

Of course, you can drink a few more bowls, but if you don't, I'm sorry, you can't look at the memorial in my father's arms!" Zhu Zhanhe handed the small bowl in his hand to Zhu Zhanji, who was silent beside him.

Zhu Zhanji looked at the small bowl handed to him, hesitated, and did not take it directly.

"Monk, come first!" Seeing that Zhu Zhanji did not take the bowl, Monk Daoyan walked over directly, took the small bowl after looking at Zhu Zhanji, and went to the wooden barrel and drank a bowl without hesitation.

After a long silence, he filled another bowl and handed it to Zhu Zhanji, who was standing silently by the side.

Zhu Zhanji looked at the small bowl filled with Chinese medicine that Daoyan handed to him. This time he did not refuse and drank it silently.

"It would be better for grandpa and uncle to drink two bowls each, especially uncle." Seeing that only grandfather Emperor Yongle and Crown Prince Zhu Gaochi had not taken the medicine, Zhu Zhanhe kindly reminded them.

"This is the medicine I use to treat phlegm and convulsions. Are you sure we want to see what's in your father's arms? Do you want to drink the medicine? Is that thing that important?" Emperor Yongle also took the bowl and came to the wooden barrel, but before drinking, Emperor Yongle still asked Zhu Zhanhe in front of him.

"My father is not sure whether our Han Palace will be destroyed after grandpa has seen the things. Do you think this thing is important?" Zhu Zhanhe supported his father who still had a sad face, and responded directly to Emperor Yongle without looking back.

After hearing what Zhu Zhanhe said, Emperor Yongle stopped talking and drank two bowls without hesitation.

Then, when his uncle Zhu Gaochi was drinking the medicine, Zhu Zhanhe opened another ice bucket, grabbed a handful of cold ice cubes, and put them directly on his father's face.

Under the stimulation of the cold, Prince Han finally came back to his senses with a "wow".

The Prince of Han, irritated by the ice, looked at his son with a resentful expression, but he didn't say much. Instead, the Prince of Han grabbed another handful of ice and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

"Hiss~" The weather was already cool, and Prince Han's actions made people feel cold all over!
Then, Zhu Zhanhe reached out and took out a frighteningly thick memorial from the King of Han's arms.

"Brother, I told you that I would let you know about this matter first. Please take a look at this first." Zhu Zhanhe handed the thick memorial to Zhu Zhanji who was standing beside him.

(End of this chapter)