King Xiang of the Red Chamber

Chapter 582 The eldest son of King Xiang

Chapter 582 The eldest son of King Xiang

It is true that people's hearts are unpredictable. Zhu Jinghong himself cannot predict himself.

He was so angry just now that he really wanted to kill Ye Hemingen, but when his anger subsided, he chose to take it lightly, just because he saw that the Jurchens still had value.

I can do as I please, grudges as I please, but I have no chance to do so in this life... Zhu Jinghong sighed secretly in his heart.

After dealing with this matter, it was now late at night. Zhu Jinghong went back to his room and thought for a while before falling asleep.

On the next day, Zhu Jinghong received news early in the morning that Kim Yoo-yeon, the crown prince of Joseon, was ill.

Regardless of whether he was really sick or fake, Zhu Jinghong sent people to express condolences and gave him some precious medicinal materials.

As for what happened last night, it was not spread because Zhu Jinghong had strict orders, which saved the face of both parties involved.

But on the other hand, the high-ranking civil and military officials who arrived in Jinzhou had no time to care about such nonsense. The most important thing next was to prepare for the military parade.

Military parades focus on visual effects. How to present better effects requires generals to plan.

But even these in front of them are only the third-rate army of the Ming Dynasty. Above them are the Beijing Camp and the Guards' Army, whose combat effectiveness has greatly improved.

On the morning of August 17, several commanders worked overtime to come up with an improvement plan. After reading it, Zhu Jinghong was still not very satisfied and gave three more suggestions for modifications.

Rolling up his sleeves, Zhu Jinghong looked at the army in front, turned around and ordered: "Let's begin!"

"Immediately inform all the ministries according to the plan, asking them to make thorough preparations to show the power of our Ming Dynasty. If anyone makes a mistake... he will be severely punished!"

The generals felt spurred, and Li Xuan felt threatened.

Although I know that Ming Dynasty is very powerful, it is difficult to have an intuitive and clear concept without seeing it with my own eyes and experiencing it.

According to the scheduled plan, the military parade will take place on August 19th, and there is only one day left to prepare on August 18th. If this afternoon's request is not approved, the military parade will have to be postponed.

"The prince leads the troops with the help of a god, and the Holy One relies on him..."

On the afternoon of August 17, the third military parade plan was delivered to Zhu Jinghong's desk. Three capital commanders, the Liaodong Navy admiral, and four senior generals were standing in front of Zhu Jinghong.

Upon hearing this, the generals were greatly disappointed, but they still pretended to listen attentively.

These are troops drawn from various guards in Yan and Liao. Except for the artillery and cavalry phalanx, which has a smaller number, the rest of the infantry phalanx consists of 300 people. The strength on site is more than 5,000.

"It's not quite complete yet..."

As long as you practice, your overall level will be greatly improved. Although it is not as good as the elite guards and soldiers, you can still walk with majestic momentum now.

"So if you perform well in a while, I don't think you can fight. Your fighting ability... still needs to be tested on the battlefield!"

Soon they came to the observation deck, where they could overlook the entire school grounds.

Yu Hai took out Zhu Jinghong's "Prince Xiang's Seal" and stamped it according to the document, so the "plan" came into effect.

Between flattery and flattery, the relationship will subtly become closer, which is actually more conducive to accomplishing big things.

Although Li Xuan was an outsider, as soon as he saw that the formations of all parties were neatly arranged, the armies were fully armored and equipped with a large number of firearms, he knew that these armies were strong in combat effectiveness.

Zhu Jinghong's military training method has been implemented across the country for two years. Although different places attach different importance to it, they have basically practiced it.

The next moment, Zhu Jinghong said: "But it's passable, so let's do it!"

Now Li Xuan really felt it, so his mood became heavier.

The military order was immediately conveyed, and all the teams started moving, marching towards the stands one by one.

Therefore, as long as the military parade has not started, preparations will continue.

"An army that cannot fight is nothing but bullshit..."

The military parade involves large-scale mobilization of troops and the use of weapons. Of course, it must be approved by Zhu Jinghong, the prince who controlled Yan and Liao, and signatures and seals are indispensable.

Zhu Jinghong's words were completely militant, and they had different meanings in the ears of everyone in Suixin.

"Yes!" Several senior generals answered in unison.

Although various ministries have been intensively preparing in the past few days, no one can guarantee that there will be no problems.

"Your Majesty, your words are serious, this is what I should do..."

After a meaningless conversation, a group of senior generals left the scene. They were about to deploy their troops, and they only had one day to prepare.

He, Zhu Jinghong, is the prince, but he cannot personally lead the troops. He has to rely on the people below to do the work. Giving each other face is the best solution.

"The army... just wants to fight, don't talk about anything else!"

"Yes!"

Zhu Jinghong had been watching for several minutes, which made several generals present feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, they felt more uncomfortable than on the battlefield.

"Yan and Liao have been at peace for decades. Can the various military garrisons fight? Everything is unknown..."

In the early morning of August 19th, a total of twenty square formations were lined up in the south campus of Jinzhou City.

Standing up from the chair, Zhu Jinghong walked up to these people and said with a smile: "My father asked me to take care of this stall. If I mess up, I won't get anything good... You guys have to help me!"

When they saw Zhu Jinghong picking up his pen, the generals' hearts suddenly became anxious, and they secretly thought that they would have to stay up late and work overtime again tonight.

On the afternoon of August 16, the generals came up with the first military parade plan. After reading it, Zhu Jinghong put forward some modifications.

At least in North Korea, except for the most elite armies, they are basically inferior to these armies in front of them.

"Yu Hai...use the seal!"

The neat army, the distinctive armor, Huang Yan's swords and guns, the dark artillery...

Everything shocked Li Xuan, which made Zhu Jinghong very satisfied.

However, today, the military parade is not just a walk, but also a special live-fire shooting event.

Therefore, after each department passed the stands, they lined up at their predetermined positions, and then Zhu Jinghong and his party came to the scene to watch the design.

Three-stage musket shooting, artillery salvo, cavalry assault...

These "military parade" projects, which have been repeatedly demonstrated, brought a stronger visual impact, and Li Xuan felt numb.

For a long time after leaving the school grounds, his hearing had not fully recovered.

At the end of the military parade, Zhu Jinghong convened the civil and military officials, as well as the Jurchen and Korean envoys for a banquet.

"The effect of today's military parade is excellent. It can be seen that the various departments of Yan and Liao live up to the great trust of the emperor and train their troops at all times to prepare for unexpected events..."

"Come... let's raise a glass and drink together!"

Under the auspices of Zhu Jinghong, everyone began to hold a celebration banquet. The generals who attended were all very happy. After three drinks, they all toasted to Zhu Jinghong.

Finally, Li Xuan seized the opportunity and appeared in front of Zhu Jinghong with a wine glass.

"Your Highness, I have something to say!" Li Xuan said with great respect, holding the wine glass.

Leaning on the chair, Zhu Jinghong said casually: "Just say what you have to say. If you go back after today... you won't have a chance to say it!"

The warning in these words could be understood by Li Xuan as long as he was not stupid.

"North Korea is guilty, and the crime is huge!" Li Xuan said straight to the point.

"Oh?"

"What's North Korea's crime?"

"North Korea is so arrogant that it wants to create its own writing system. It is really a crime of arrogance!"

"Such actions are unpardonable. I hope Your Highness will tell you that North Korea is willing to accept the punishment!"

At the end of the sentence, Li Xuan knelt down directly on the ground, with a calm expression on his face, as if he was letting everything go.

After staring at Li Xuan for a while, Zhu Jinghong said: "You are the prince, it is not your turn to bear this matter!" The meaning of these words is actually to remind Li Xuan whether he can be the leader of North Korea and whether he can replace Li Xuan. Shuo makes the decision.

After all, the crown prince is not a king, so it is difficult to determine the extent of his authority.

"Your Highness, Li Xuan is in charge of all affairs in North Korea, and I will be solely responsible for all crimes!"

Of course, Li Xuan couldn't be the boss of his father, but he had already made up his mind to persuade his father to turn back when he returned.

Living a peaceful life and living as a prince is the real good life... This has become the stamp of Li Xuan's thoughts.

Seeing Li Xuan give in, Zhu Jinghong said calmly: "If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, you can do better... This matter has not reached the point of irreversibility!"

"Please plead guilty to the Holy One for this matter, and I will plead for you in court. I think the Holy One will forgive you!"

"Thank you, Your Highness!" Li Xuan bowed again.

"Okay...drink!"

"Your Highness, please!"

At this point, matters regarding North Korea seemed to be over, and it was already late August, more than five months since Zhu Jinghong left Beijing.

"Baochai... I'm afraid she's going to give birth!" Zhu Jinghong murmured in a low voice.

At this moment, he felt a little guilty. According to modern thinking, he should stay in the capital and accompany his wife to give birth to the child.

Besides, thousands of miles away, Baochai was almost due to give birth, and Prince Xiang's Mansion started preparations a month in advance to ensure that there would be no accidents during the delivery.

If you are well prepared, there will be no surprises. On August 20th, Baochai felt some changes in her body, so she was taken into the delivery room by several stable mothers.

In addition to these experienced midwives, imperial doctors were also waiting outside the delivery room, and all of them were more nervous than Zhu Jinghong, who was supposed to be the father.

There was no way, if something happened to Princess Xiang, even if His Majesty the Emperor was tolerant, they would not be able to bear Zhu Jinghong's anger.

Hearing the wails in the delivery room, each of these doctors prayed in their hearts that no accident would happen today.

Just as nervous as the imperial doctors was Aunt Xue. She arrived in the capital half a month ago just to be with her daughter.

At this time, Aunt Xue was pacing back and forth in the wing, accompanied by several members of the Jia family.

"Aunt... Princess Jiren has her own destiny, everything will be fine!" Wang Xifeng explained.

Mrs. Wang also spoke: "Yes... you just sit down first and wait to hold your grandson!"

Aunt Xue smiled helplessly and replied: "Having a child is like going to hell. She is my daughter...how can I not worry!"

After saying that, Aunt Xue clasped her hands together, looked out the window at the blue sky and said, "Oh God... the princess is kind, you have to keep her safe!"

Aunt Xue was waiting anxiously. At this time, Cheng Ying outside the wing was also anxiously waiting for the news.

That's right, it's Cheng Ying, the eunuch in charge of the Qianqing Palace and one of the most eminent eunuchs in the twenty-four yamen of the inner court.

If something happened to the princess during childbirth, Cheng Ying would have to bring the news back personally, and then she would have to bear the emperor's wrath.

For everyone, the current wait is extremely long and painful, but for Baochai, it is painful to the bone.

Under the guidance of Po Wen, she exerted force again and again, causing pain again and again, and endured the pain...

Finally... with a cry, the world suddenly became quiet.

Sweat wetted her hair, Baochai's face turned pale, and she lay weakly on the couch.

Several Wen Pos were busy quickly. One of them held the child and bent down to get close to Baochai.

"Congratulations to the princess...for giving birth to a grandson!"

After taking a look at the wrinkled and dirty child, Baochai showed a smile, and then slowly closed her eyes.

She is so tired!
At this moment, several female officials waiting outside entered the palace to confirm the emperor's grandson's condition and convey it to the outside world.

Knowing that the mother and child were safe, nearly a hundred people including the imperial physician's chamberlain and maids involved in the matter breathed a sigh of relief.

After the high level of tension, everyone was extremely happy because the princess would definitely reward everyone generously after giving birth to a grandson.

Cheng Ying learned the news and immediately rushed to the palace on a fast horse. He was the fastest to go back to announce the good news.

Now that the summer heat has passed, the emperor and empress have returned to the palace, but the prince is still supervising the country and managing the government, but the military and political power is still firmly in the hands of the emperor.

In the Qianqing Palace, the emperor and the empress were sitting on the couch together. Although they were a couple who had gone through many hardships, they were not as calm as usual at this time.

This is the depth of love and the depth of worry...

"This bastard, Old Thirteen, should be staying in the palace at this time. What's the point of running around?" Yang Qingyin finally couldn't hold back and scolded her son who was thousands of miles away.

"He also has something important to do!" Zhu Xianming explained briefly.

Yang Qingyin couldn't help turning her head, and said with a sneer: "You two are worthy of being father and son, you are really a man of virtue!"

"Except Sheng'er... when the three brothers were born, you were all doing big things outside!"

"Fortunately, I was lucky. Not only did I escape the plot, but I also gave birth to the child!"

Hearing these words, Zhu Xianming was very embarrassed at the moment. The queen had indeed endured a lot for him back then.

"Why are you mentioning these old things?"

Yang Qingyin sighed: "I think it's because I'm getting old. When Queen Xiaoxian was here, I often recalled old things..."

The Queen Xiaoxian she mentioned was originally the princess of the ancestor Zhu Shenzhuo. Later, she entered the capital and was enshrined as a queen. Her life was also magnificent.

Reaching out to hold his wife's hand, Zhu Xianming said solemnly: "What are you getting old for? Don't think about it, you and I will still be husband and wife for decades!"

Yang Qingyin smiled and said: "In the future, when we enter the imperial mausoleum, we can be husband and wife for hundreds of thousands of years!"

Zhu Xianming didn't like hearing this, so he looked ugly, but he didn't have an attack after all.

At this moment, Cheng Ying quickly entered the hall, and when she approached the emperor, she performed a "sliding kneeling" motion, and finally knelt firmly within three steps of the emperor.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty... Princess Xiang, mother and son are safe!"

"Congratulations to Your Majesty, Your Majesty, on your grandson!" Cheng Ying kowtowed.

After hearing the news, the emperor and empress relaxed and showed joy on their faces.

"well……"

"Princess Xiang deserves a huge reward for giving birth to a grandson!"

How to reward, Shang Gong Bureau has already drafted the regulations, and they only need to complete it next.

After being happy, Yang Qingyin asked: "Have you thought about it before naming your grandson?"

Zhu Xianming has been thinking about this matter. He has been struggling with it since he drafted a few words, but now it is time to make a final decision.

"Bring me a pen!"

"Yes!"

After Cheng Ying got the paper and pen, Zhu Xianming said while writing: "Zhen is also a strong wood..."

"I hope this little grandson can become a pillar of the country like his father!"

After saying this, Zhu Xianming had put down his pen, and the name of the little emperor's grandson had been written on the imperial paper.

Looking at the powerful three characters, Yang Qingyin slowly said: "Zhu Muzhen..."

"Muzhen...Zhen'er...what a name!"

(End of this chapter)

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