"Don't calm down..." Zhu Biao knelt on the ground, and his violent coughing made him unable to say anything behind him. Suddenly, he suddenly covered his mouth with a handkerchief, wiped the corners of his mouth quickly, and tucked the handkerchief into his sleeve.

"Let me see!" Zhu Yuanzhang stepped forward and grabbed his son's arm, trying to snatch the handkerchief from his sleeve.

"Don't look at my father, it's just a little blood."

The tumbling between Zhu Biao's chest and abdomen had stopped. He panted and said: "My son has been vomiting blood for many years. It was because of the son's strict orders that the imperial doctor would not allow him to tell his father that it had nothing to do with them. Please spare their lives!"

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't grab the handkerchief, and his anxiety and anger were already uncontrollable. He trembled all over and pointed at Zhu Biao and scolded: "Why did you hide it from me? Are you afraid that I will destroy your position as the crown prince because of this?"

He regretted it a little and sat down dejectedly. He never expected that his son's illness would be so serious. He pressed his forehead with his fingers in pain, unable to say a word, and the room became silent like death.

After a long time, Zhu Biao whispered: "The father worked hard every day for national affairs. His age is getting older and his hair is already half white. His sons cannot share his worries for his father, but they cannot add trouble to his father. Therefore, the imperial doctor in the Eastern Palace is strictly ordered not to tell his father."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his eldest son silently. This was his favorite eldest son. From his birth to the prince of Wu and then to the prince of the Ming Dynasty, he put in his efforts and expectations. Although his political views are always contrary to him, this is what he expected. He also knew that severe punishments and laws can only be suitable for the beginning of the founding of the country. Only when he killed all the upstarts in power threatening Zhu Ming, he could feel at ease to let his son perform benevolence techniques, and use the strict laws he formulated with benevolence and ruthlessness to govern the Ming Dynasty with leniency and severity. This is the long-term way.

But the eldest son's illness.

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Zhu Yuanzhang sighed secretly and said to the guards: "Since the prince pleads with him, he can be exempted from the death penalty of the imperial doctor in the East Palace and be sent to Lingnan for exile."

He looked at the eldest son who was kneeling on the ground and was getting thinner and felt a little sad. He stepped forward and helped him up. "Son, my father was anxious just now. He was speechless for a moment, so don't blame him."

Zhu Biao has gradually calmed down. In order to calm his excitement, the father rarely spared the imperial doctor's life, which made him very grateful. He also said with shame: "How dare I blame my father? In fact, my father's body is indeed related to the fate of the Ming Dynasty. It is indeed not to be hiding it from my father. This is my father's fault."

"Sit down and talk!" Zhu Yuanzhang gently patted his son's shoulder and said to him with concern: "You can't be excited about your illness, calm down first."

The father and son sat down facing each other. Zhu Yuanzhang then remembered his purpose for coming to the East Palace. The prince's illness had subtly changed his mind, but the matter still needs to be asked clearly. He pondered for a while and asked, "I heard that a letter from you caused a storm, which also involved Lan Yu. What did you write in the letter?"

Zhu Biao wrote three letters to Lan Yu in total. The most serious letter was to reply to Lan Yu's request to ascend the throne as soon as possible. This letter was lost. Fortunately, the letter had been burned and he did not dare to tell the truth. So he borrowed the content of another letter: "Lan Yu once asked me to speak well in front of his father. He was willing to lead the army to conquer the Northern Yuan Dynasty, but his father had appointed his fourth brother as the commander. I replied and persuaded him to conquer the Xifan rebels and barbarians. It was also his loyalty to His Majesty. This letter was accidentally lost and caused a storm."

Although the prince said it lightly, Zhu Yuanzhang was still a little confused. It was just that the prince was seriously ill and he couldn't ask any questions again, so he nodded and said, "The emperor said it well. The Xifan rebellion involved Huguang's heavy land of money and grain, and its significance was not inferior to the northern expedition to Mongolia. I thought for a long time before I let him quell the rebellion. As for your fourth brother's expedition to the Northern Yuan Dynasty, I can rest assured with Fu Youde's assistance."

Zhu Yuanzhang was actually worried that the matter would be a big deal and cause unnecessary trouble. He had decided to temporarily press the matter to avoid affecting the reputation of the prince.

He pondered for a moment and asked again, "Where is this letter now?"

It is extremely dangerous to lie in front of the father. Zhu Biao would never deceive his father unless he had no choice but to lie. He did not dare to lie again, so he hesitated and said: "Father, I am afraid that someone who is interested will use this letter to make a fuss, so I sent someone to investigate. The letter has been chased by the subordinates of the son. Because I am afraid that it will cause trouble, the son burned the letter after he ordered him to get the letter. The son did not dare to hide it from his father."

"Then who have you sent to investigate this letter?" Zhu Yuanzhang's words gradually reached the focus of his attention.

Zhu Biao did not dare to hide it, so he said, "The son-in-law sent the chief guard Yu Ping to go, but he was worried that he was not capable enough. Later, the son-in-law sent another confidant to act in secret, and he won the letter."

"His name is Li Weizheng, right! Jinyiwei Baihu." Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his son with a smile.

Although he knew that this matter could not be hidden from his father, the sudden statement made him frightened. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "My son is guilty, and he has no authorization to be assigned to the Jinyiwei and ask his father to punish him."

Zhu Yuanzhang paid attention to this because although this matter was small, it was a mirror. From this mirror, he could know which sons were peeping at the position of the prince. Judging from the investigation report of the Jinyiwei, the second son King Qin, the third son King Jin, the sixth son King Chu, and the seventh son King Qi were all involved. He always wanted to know whether the fourth son King Yan was involved?

Now he has confirmed that the Jinyiwei households were sent by the eldest son to chase the letter, and this person finally appeared in Yan land, which means that the King of Yan might have participated in the fight for this letter. This is something he did not want to see. Of course, it is just that, the Jinyiwei did not find any signs of the King of Yan being involved.

Zhu Yuanzhang quietly put this matter in his heart. He temporarily put it aside and then asked the prince: "What do you think of this person?"

Although the saying is 'No one knows a son is better than a father', sometimes it can be said in reverse, 'No one knows a father is better than a son'. Zhu Biao understood that since the father asked himself this way, it means that the father agreed to Li Weizheng follow him. He was happy and quickly took the opportunity to say: "Although this person is young, he has a careful thinking and is bold and meticulous. The most important thing is that he is loyal to his son minister. He trusts him. He begged his father to appoint him as his son minister's new chief of guards."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled faintly and stopped mentioning this matter. He changed the topic and said, "There is one thing I have been thinking about for a long time and have been trying to find an opportunity to tell you, that is, whether my Ming Dynasty should consider moving the capital. When I ascended the throne, the Mongol Yuan still occupied Beiping and had not retreated. Most of the territory north of the Yellow River was under their control. Therefore, the capital of Jinling was established, and the wealthy Suzhou and Hangzhou were the ones that responded. This decision was wise and correct at the time, but it was easy to change. The territory of our Ming Dynasty had expanded to the Great Wall in the North, Liaodong, and Yunnan and Gansu in the west. It seemed a bit inappropriate to use Jinling, which was located in a corner. Moreover, after the Battle of Fishing Sea two years ago, the vitality of the Beiyuan was severely damaged and no longer threatened the Central Plains as before."

Speaking of this, Zhu Yuanzhang paused and looked carefully at his son's complexion. Seeing that nothing unusual was true, he continued: "The capital of the Ming Dynasty is located in Jinling, and there is always a feeling that it is beyond reach to govern the world. In fact, I began to consider moving the capital since the third year of Hongwu. Because I wanted to build the Zhongdu at that time, I was afraid that the national strength would be insufficient and the Northern Yuan Dynasty was powerful, so I was still not moving. In recent years, my Ming Dynasty country has become increasingly strong and the treasury has also increased. I began to consider moving the capital again. I like Chang'an, the former capital of the Han and Tang Dynasties. What do the emperor think?"

Seeing that his father had changed the topic, Zhu Biao couldn't ask for Li Weizheng anymore, and his thoughts turned to moving the capital. The father's father did not mention the matter today. He had mentioned it many times before. Many ministers also suggested that Jinling has not been a capital of long-term stability since ancient times, and it was not suitable to be the capital of the Ming Dynasty. However, the finances were tight at that time and the court did not have the ability to move the capital. Later, as the father chose his tomb in Shenlie Mountain, the matter gradually stopped mentioning it. Unexpectedly, the father suddenly mentioned this matter today, and it had clearly pointed out that the new capital was Chang'an, which made Zhu Biao difficult for a moment.

Zhu Yuanzhang seemed to know that it was unrealistic to ask his son to answer immediately, but he needed his son's attitude. He stood up and took two steps with his hands behind his back, then turned back and smiled slightly, "I have been considering moving the capital for twenty years, and I have finally made up my mind in the past two years. But this is another major event in the country. We must first examine the people's conditions, explore Feng Shui, build palaces, make a lot of preparations for moving the capital, and also consider the financial burden. Therefore, even if we start from today, it will not be possible to complete it without ten or twenty years. I am already old, and I am afraid that this day will not be seen in my hands. The moving capital will be completed by you."

Under the eyes of the father's emperor, Zhu Biao knew that he needed to make a clear statement. He said without hesitation: "My son is willing to uphold his father's ambition!"

"Okay!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded with satisfaction, "I originally planned to ask you to go to Chang'an for inspection this year, but if you are not in good health, I will give up this year. You should take good care of yourself and go to Chang'an for inspection next year. It's too late now, so you can rest. I have to review the memorials and go back to the palace."

"My son respectfully sent his father back to the palace."

Zhu Biao sent his father out of the Eastern Palace. He stood on the steps and bowed, "I beg my father to take care of the dragon body and rest sooner."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and ordered the dragon chariot to start. Surrounded by hundreds of guards and eunuchs, the dragon chariot quickly left the East Palace. In the dragon chariot, the half-light and half-dark light kept changing on Zhu Yuanzhang's cold face. He was still thinking about the letter. He could not pursue the prince's letter to Lan Yu, nor did he pursue the prince's final destruction of the letter, but he could not tolerate the dispute caused by the loss of the letter. First, the sons actually won the letter and he also had to punish him; second, Lan Yu's son was careless and had to punish him severely.

Zhu Yuanzhang slowly pressed the jade belt under his stomach, and said to himself coldly: "Lan Yu, why is it you again!"

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Chapter completed!