Chapter 97: Bringing a thorn to apologize

"Illegal disciple! Illegal disciple!" Taixu had his old face turned blue and his whole body was so angry that he shivered.

Xiao Fan lowered his head in shame: "Master calm down..."

"Bully your master and destroy your ancestors! The master is unfortunate..." Taixu cried in pain.

"Master's Day..."

"I have accepted such an unworthy disciple like you in this life. I don't want to live anymore..."

"Master, my disciple doesn't want to live anymore... Please put on your clothes first. The thing below you is swaying and indecent. So many people are watching..." Xiao Fanjun's face turned red, and he looked in pain.

"I am happy! No? I like to let it be breathable, no? I am just like this!" Taixu was naked and straightened his back in the eyes of many onlookers. He was not ashamed, but proud.

Xiao Fan sighed. It was a shameless master for his disciple. He really regretted it. The old man also had his physiological needs. As an apprentice, he should support and encourage him. No matter what, he shouldn't make trouble for him...

"Say! You came to mess with me when you are idle, what does it mean?" Taixu stared at Xiao Fan angrily, his eyes very unkind.

Xiao Fan rubbed his hands and smiled awkwardly: "Advisor...hehe, when the disciple heard that his master had found the second spring of his life, he couldn't help but be ecstatic and brought a few brothers to pay homage to his master's wife..."

Cao Yi and several Jinyi captains on the side hurriedly nodded awkwardly and agreed: "Yes, yes, let's pay a visit to Lord Xiao's master's wife..."

Xiao Fan turned his head tactfully and waved enthusiastically at the brothel girl in the room who was covered in white and also naked: "Hi--"

The brothel girl blushed in pretty face and raised her hand politely to reply: "Hi--"

With a raised hand, she revealed her fair and surging breasts, trembling and dazzling.

"The master has a good attitude, and the master's wife is very graceful..." Xiao Fan flattered and flattered.

Taixu became more and more angry: "My evil disciple! If you recognize her as your master's wife, you don't know how many masters will appear. What are your thoughts? Get out of here! Get out of here!"

Xiao Fan and his group were embarrassed and retreated from Laichun Tower in shame.

After leaving Laichun Tower, Cao Yi and others drooped their heads, their morale was very depressed, and Xiao Fan also felt very embarrassed. He was driven out like a grandson by the Jinyiwei and was still not angry. Seeing so many subordinates would make him lose his prestige.

"Ahem, it's natural for Master to scold his apprentice, right?" Xiao Fan cleared his throat and wanted to explain a few scenes.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's natural..." The captains of Jinyi agreed in unison.

"If he weren't my master, he would have been cut to 17 or 18 long ago. The reputation of our Jinyiwei was not revealed, right?" Xiao Fan tried to make a few harsh words and came back with some face.

"Yes, yes, the brothers of the Jinyiwei are not vegetarians..."

After throwing a few words, Xiao Fan still felt dissatisfied and did not achieve the effect of improving morale. So he had to change his strategy and evaluate today's boring behavior from an educational perspective.

"What lesson did today teach us?"

"I don't know..."

Xiao Fan said seriously: "The lesson is very profound, that is... don't pay homage to the master's wife when he is doing business!"

Everyone suddenly realized and blurted out: "My sir, you have a clear view..."

Wuying Hall of the Imperial Palace.

Today's palace is filled with a low and gloomy atmosphere.

In the gray sky, a tall and burly man was naked, with a few vines tied on his back, straightened his waist and knelt motionlessly under the steps of the Wuying Hall gate. The thorns on the vine had already thorned his dark and wide back and were covered with scars. The blood-stained holes looked shocking. The man seemed to be unconscious, and he looked remorseful and kneeled respectfully on the ground, not daring to move.

The eunuchs passing by all looked down carefully, and secretly looked up from time to time, then quickly lowered their heads without squinting their eyes.

In Wuying Hall, Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes and rested in a cold expression. Recently, he felt increasingly tired, and he often felt weak when dealing with state affairs and government affairs.

After all, he was old, and Zhu Yuanzhang felt a sad feeling in his heart.

People who have fought a lifetime of war and killed a lifetime of life are now almost exhausted. Every day, listening to the court officials shouting long live, who can really live long live in this world? I just lie to myself. Every day, I watch those ministers kneeling respectfully and shouting long live long live, but Zhu Yuanzhang himself understood that none of these ministers really hoped that the emperor would live long live, maybe in their hearts, they would rather die early. After all, no one is willing to live in the shadow of a tyrant all day, and they are at risk of losing their lives at any time.

Zhu Yuanzhang was not afraid of death, but now he was unwilling to die. He hoped that God would give him more years, because he still had a lot of things to do, and the thorns of Zhu Ming's country had not been completely removed, so he was still worried about handing them over to Zhu Yunwen.

The source of worry is kneeling outside the hall gate at this time.

It was quiet in the warm pavilion, and Zhu Yuanzhang closed his eyes as if he was asleep.

The eunuch Qingtong, who was close to the body, tiptoed in without making a sound. After walking to the Dragon Case, he saw Zhu Yuanzhang's cold expression, Qingtong obviously hesitated for a while, and finally gritted his teeth and spoke in a slight voice: "Your Majesty, the Fourth Prince, King Yan, have been kneeling outside the hall for a long time..."

Zhu Yuanzhang had no expression on his face, and still closed his eyes, as if he was really asleep, without any reaction.

Qingtong opened his mouth and saw Zhu Yuanzhang frowning slightly without notice. Qingtong was so scared that his neck shrank. He didn't dare to say a word again, and he retreated respectfully.

Qingtong, who left the hall gate, kept shook his head and sighing. He looked up and saw Zhu Di still kneeling under the steps. Qingtong carried the whisk down the steps and leaned into Zhu Di's ear and whispered: "Your Highness, you should go back first. I have asked you for your questions. Your Majesty has not responded. I have followed Your Majesty for many years. Look at this situation. Your Majesty is afraid that he will not want to see you, so don't kneel here. Kneeling is also in vain..."

Zhu Di looked regretful and lowered his head in regret, shook it a few times, but did not make a sound, with a firm expression.

Qingtong stamped his feet and said anxiously: "Oh! Your Highness, why are you doing this? Your Majesty may not have calmed down yet. Can you come again in a few days? You have to carry a thorn to apologize today. If Your Majesty doesn't want to see you for a day, would you kneel here for a night?"

He shook his head stubbornly, and Zhu Di spoke hoarsely: "I have done something wrong and should be punished. I deserve it for how long I kneel. Thank you for your kindness. I am very grateful. My father-in-law serves my father for many years on behalf of the prince. It's really hard for him. King Tuiyun of Ming Dynasty will give him a lot of money to express his gratitude to me. I hope my father-in-law will not refuse."

Qingtong was overjoyed when he heard this, a greedy light flashed in his eyes, and he hurriedly said, "Oh, Your Highness is so polite. How can I be so embarrassed? Your Highness is such a kind-hearted filial son. For your filial piety to Your Majesty, even if I throw my head away, I will go in and pass it on to Your Highness..."

Zhu Di hurriedly said, "My father-in-law is hardworking, and I am grateful."

Qingtong waved his hand with a smile. When he stood up straight, his expression immediately changed, becoming heavy and a little distressed. He held a slight step and slowly walked into the hall.

Zhu Di looked at Qingtong's back, although there was a look of regret on his face, but a hint of undetectable smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Not long after, Qingtong walked out of the hall again. Zhu Di looked at him in anticipation. Unexpectedly, Qingtong shook his head from afar, sighed at him with a bitter expression, and then walked back into the hall.

Zhu Di's expectant expression immediately became extremely disappointed, and his rough beard and big face was already dull.

A sense of sadness of being abandoned surged in my heart. At this moment, Zhu Di felt that his fate was so unfair. Why did his father treat him so coldly? In terms of leading the army and fighting, he completely abandoned the prince's honorable identity, ate and lived with the soldiers, shared joys and sorrows, and was deeply supported by the soldiers of Peking. He conquered the Northern Yuan Dynasty several times and made countless military achievements. In terms of governing the country and ensuring national security, he promoted water conservancy in Daping, promoted agricultural excellence, opened the Yishi City, and reduced taxes to win the hearts of the people in the northern region. Whether it is literary or military achievements, Zhu Di is not much better than Zhu Yunwen? How bad is he? He is just a status, a grandson!

Can the vast country and thousands of subjects manage it with a noble identity? If the Ming Dynasty is in the hands of Zhu Di, I dare to pat my chest and say, I will definitely create a brilliant prosperous era comparable to the Tang and Song dynasties. Will Zhu Yunwen dare to say this?

Father, I am so unwilling to accept it!

Zhu Di became more and more angry the more he thought about it. A crazy ambition to destroy everything quietly grew in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly remembered what Monk Daoyan said to him: "God is unfair. Your Highness only understands it today? Since it is unfair, let's try to change it! Fight with God!"

Father, you don’t want to see the tragedy of the Xuanwu Gate Incident in the early Tang Dynasty happen again, but do you know that the cause of the Xuanwu Gate Incident was because Emperor Gaozu of Tang Dynasty Li Yuan favored the princes. Today, this scene is very similar to the time of the early Tang Dynasty! Father, if you decide to be Li Yuan, why should I be Li Shimin be Li Shimin! For the glorious and prosperous era of the Ming Dynasty, what’s the point of dying such a grandson? If Li Shimin did not kill his brothers, how could there be the Zhenguan rule that shines for generations?

The vines tied behind his back hurt, but Zhu Di seemed to be numb. He faced the gate of Wuying Hall, suddenly kowtowed three times and shouted loudly: "Father! My son knows that he has done something wrong. Today I come to take the blame to my father and ask for forgiveness! My father! Did you hear that? My son is the fourth prince Zhu Di! My son has shed blood for the country and country of the Ming Dynasty and was injured. My son has captured the Northern Yuan Taiwei Nai'er Buhua without spending one soldier and one soldier, captured the Northern Yuan general Solin Timur alive, and defeated the Northern Yuan general Hashuwu... My father, my son's numerous military achievements are not enough to resist a heartless saying? My father!"

Zhu Di became more and more sad as he spoke. After shouting a few words, the man of Angzang couldn't help but shed tears.

At this time, Qingtong hurried out from the hall, stood on the steps and shook the whisk, and shouted loudly: "Your Majesty has an order, the Fourth Prince of Xuan, King Yan, enters the palace to meet—"

When Zhu Di heard this, he looked up suddenly, and the sadness in his eyes suddenly turned into surprise and relief. He kowtowed heavily to the palace gate and shouted loudly: "My son is here to receive the order, thank you, father."

Then he did not get up, but knelt respectfully and moved towards the palace gate. He leaned against his numb knees, knelt down all the way up the steps and moved into the palace gate.

After finally entering the warm pavilion, Zhu Di looked up and saw Zhu Yuanzhang turning the book in his hand coldly, as if he hadn't seen him at all. Zhu Di's heart of joy suddenly became cold. However, he still kowtowed respectfully and cried with regret: "Father! My son is carrying a thorn to you, my son is wrong! My son never dares to say a disrespectful word to His Royal Highness the Grand Prince, nor do he have any disrespectful thoughts to His Royal Highness the Grand Prince. My son is willing to guard Peiping for generations of generations. My son swears that the King of Yan has never dared to have two different ambitions for generations!"

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't even raise his eyelids, but he still ignored him and flipped through the book.

"Father, my son apologizes for his crimes, and my son deserves to die! If my father does not relieve his hatred, I would like to give him death to me, and my son will die without any resentment!" Zhu Di kowtowed unyieldingly, with the regret on his face mixed with tears and snot. The burly and tough man is as pitiful as a helpless child at this moment.

Zhu Yuanzhang's hand holding the book began to tremble slightly. Finally, he gently placed the book on the dragon table and looked up at Zhu Di. His expression was very complicated, with heartache and resentment repeatedly intertwined and changed on his vicissitudes of old face.

The thorns on the rattan pierced deeply into Zhu Di's flesh and also deeply into Zhu Yuanzhang's heart.

He... is his own son after all! The tiger is poisonous and does not eat his son. Is it that the imperial family more ruthless than the tiger? I have worked hard all my life to conquer this huge country, just to leave it to the descendants of the Zhu family? If I punish the descendants of the Zhu family for this country, what is the point of doing so many things over the years?

My son just said something wrong. Now he realized that he had made a mistake and regretted it. Isn’t that enough?

Forget it, forgot.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who was murderous, finally softened his heart when facing his son who had made a mistake.

"Di'er..." Zhu Yuanzhang spoke, his voice hoarse and exhausted.

When Zhu Di heard Zhu Yuanzhang call his name, he suddenly fell into ecstasy.

"Father, son is here."

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head and stared at him deeply. After a while, Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand weakly and said, "Di'er, you... go back, let's give up this matter."

Zhu Di immediately burst into tears and said in deep grief: "My son follows the order, and I will definitely take it as a warning and never violate it again. Thank you for your father's forgiveness!"

After saying that, Zhu Di kowtowed three times respectfully, and slowly retreated out of the hall gate while crying.

It was not until Zhu Di walked out of the palace and got on the carriage back to the other courtyard that his crying stopped, and a cold and resentful look appeared on his face full of tears.

If I were not the emperor, I would have to repeat this humble and begging for mercy today many times in my life!

Zhu Yunwen, the fourth emperor’s knees are too precious. You can’t stand my bow once. When you ascend the throne, I will do the opposite!

Inside Wuying Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang leaned on the back of the chair and sighed tiredly, looking at a tribute paper on the dragon table with his muddy eyes.

There is a long-prepared imperial edict written on the paper.

"Imperial: King Zhu Di of Yan handed over all matters in defense and civil affairs of Beiping, and moved his fiefdom to Nanchang, Jiangxi, and settled a vassal today, so don't delay it again."

Looking at the written order, Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and smiled bitterly. Finally, he stretched out his hand and tore it into pieces.

Close your eyes, Zhu Yuanzhang's expression changed repeatedly, and a contradictory mood was entangled in his heart.

Yunwen, I am soft-hearted today, and I really don’t know if it has laid disasters for your future.

I, after all, I'm old!

At noon, in the gray sky, a luxurious carriage slowly stopped at the door of a powder shop called "South Beauty".
To be continued...