Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 273 The Restless Zhu Zhanhe

After explaining everything to Jian Xiao, Zhu Zhanhe and his prince's bodyguards boarded Zheng He's ocean-going treasure fleet and returned with Zheng He.

At first, the boatmen and soldiers on the ship would look at Zhu Zhanhe with curiosity, but as time went by, and Zhu Zhanhe rarely came out, people gradually got used to it.

In fact, for Zhu Zhanhe, he had many choices in how to go back. The reason why he chose Zheng He's treasure fleet was, firstly, because it was indeed faster, and secondly, it was just a coincidence.

A boat with the wind is useless if you don't match it.

But even so, it took the treasure fleet three full months from Baghdad to arriving at Xiangzhou Prefecture.

It was still muggy in Xiangzhou Mansion in late September, which was incomparable to the heat after summer in Timur's empire, but Zhu Zhanhe still felt very comfortable.

He is already used to this place, and maybe he may not be able to get used to it now if he is asked to move to Huitian Mansion.

"Mother! Mother?"

When Zhu Zhanhe returned home, he called out to his mother out of habit, but received no response.

"His Royal Highness." A maid hurriedly ran out of Princess Wu's residence.

"Where's my mother?"

"Back to His Royal Highness, Princess Wu is chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha in the Buddhist hall at the back."

……

Zhu Zhanhe was helpless.

It has been almost 12 years, and my mother's habit of chanting sutras and worshiping Buddha has long been firmly established. In her words, this is a persistent thing and cannot be given up just because Zhu Zhanhe is content.

When Zhu Zhanhe went to war, Princess Wu almost ate and lived in the Buddhist hall.

"What about my father?"

"His Royal Highness, Prince Wu, His Highness King Wu has entered the capital."

"what!?"

……

"Mom, what's going on?"

Hurrying to the Buddhist hall, Zhu Zhanhe looked at his mother's back and started shouting from afar.

"Zhanhe!?"

Princess Wu stood up suddenly, her face full of surprise and surprise.

"Why did you come back?"

After not seeing her son for more than a year, Princess Wu trotted over, holding her son's face and looking up and down.

"Mom, what's going on? Why did my father come to Beijing?"

In the past, every time he came back, Zhu Zhanhe would sit with his mother in the Buddhist hall for a while, chant sutras and worship the Buddha, but this time, he had no thoughts at all.

"Alas..." Princess Wu was originally full of joy, but her expression changed drastically after hearing her son's words.

"Your grandfather..."

……

After hearing his mother's explanation, Zhu Zhanhe frowned deeply.

It turned out that in October last year, Zhang Fu, under Zhu Di's order, adopted unconventional methods and finally completely eliminated the Jianzhou, Haixi and Beishan Jurchen joint rebels.

Not only were the rebels wiped out, but the civilians in the three tribes also suffered.

After this battle, not even one of the three Jurchens can survive, and the effect may be even more outstanding than that of the Chenghua Liting in history.

However, after the great victory, the coach Zhang Fu did not receive a reward. Instead, he was fined three years in salary and banned from football for one year.

The reason is simple, some things, some people can do, some people can't do.

If it's just killing prisoners, it's nothing. After all, with Zhu Zhanhe as an example, killing prisoners is nothing. But there are other things that even Zhu Zhanhe can't do, let alone Zhang Fu. .

civilian.

Rebels deserve to be killed, but civilians are different.

The civilians of the Japanese country can be killed, but the Jurchen tribe cannot.

Zhu Zhanhe had indiscriminate killings in the grasslands, in Annan, in the Japanese country, and even this time in the Timurid Empire, but the situation that Zhang Fu encountered was different from Zhu Zhanhe.

After all, Zhu Zhanhe also killed enemies. The original Tatars, Dayue Kingdom, Japanese Kingdom and the current Timurid Empire were all enemy countries, but the three Jurchens belonged to the Ming Dynasty in name.

Therefore, let alone Zhang Fu, even if it was Zhu Zhanhe who was involved in this matter, he would not be able to escape punishment.

However, this is only a moral matter. In fact, the rulers hope that this kind of thing will happen, because only by doing this can they avoid future troubles to the greatest extent. The only disadvantage is that someone needs to take the blame.

Zhang Fu took the blame. This was the ending Zhu Di wanted to see, and it was also the ending Zhang Fu wanted to see.

There is no other reason. For Zhang Fu, the position of Duke is already the pinnacle that a minister with a foreign surname can reach. If he wants to go further, there are only two possibilities.

The first is to rebel, to sit in that supreme position, but let’s not talk about whether Zhang Fu has such an idea, let’s just say that with the current strength of the imperial court, plus Zhu Zhanhe, if there are no miracles, they will still happen one after another , Zhang Fu cannot succeed.

The second is to wait until death.

Judging from Zhang Fu's achievements, he will definitely be posthumously crowned, and there is a high probability that he will be posthumously crowned a king with a different surname.

Compared with the king of the country, the king with a different surname is undoubtedly a step forward, but that is all after death.

Therefore, what Zhang Fu considers now is not to overshadow the master with his superior achievements.

Regardless of whether he takes the blame or not, making an inconsequential mistake at the right time can effectively solve his unblockable dilemma.

From this point of view, this should have been a happy ending.

It not only suppressed the rebellion, but also appeased the hearts of the ministers. It is difficult to find a better ending than this, but things went wrong at this time.

After the five-year stalemate rebellion in Jianzhou was resolved, Zhu Di fell ill.

……

It was night, and Zhu Zhanhe was sitting in his palace. In front of him was the map of the Ming Dynasty, and in his hand was the fruit wine that is a specialty of Xiangzhou Prefecture.

All along, Zhu Zhanhe felt that the old man would not follow in the footsteps of history, or at least he would not die of an illness in Yumuchuan for no apparent reason, because he had done almost everything he should do, could do, and couldn't do.

But when the facts came to light, Zhu Zhanhe realized that he was too idealistic.

The emergence of his own variable has indeed solved many of the old man's problems, and even pushed the Ming Dynasty a big step forward, both in terms of territory and actual national strength.

But as the saying goes, every gain must come with a loss. The emergence of this variable has allowed many original problems to be solved, but it has also brought about many new problems.

First of all, the Hanwang Party was too powerful, so powerful that even the imperial court was afraid of it.

Secondly, what I did made the old man have too many negative emotions, including but not limited to guilt, worry, suspicion...

In the end, when his invincible grandson, who didn't play according to routines, shined brilliantly, the imperial court faced a small Jurchen Ministry but stalemate with it for five full years.

In contrast, judgement is made.

Therefore, when the Jurchen rebellion was put down, the old man should have breathed a huge sigh of relief, but at the same time, his body, which had been suppressed by various negative emotions all year round, also breathed a sigh of relief. Broken down.

Looking at the wine in the glass, Zhu Zhanhe had no expression on his face.

He originally thought that his appearance would save the Ming Dynasty and the Yongle Emperor who had made many journeys in his life.

But the reality is that his appearance did save the Ming Dynasty, but he failed to save the Yongle Emperor.

Not only failed to save it, but pushed it hard into the bottomless abyss.

Historically, the old man fell ill and passed away in Yumuchuan after his last imperial expedition failed.

But now, although the old man is still there, he fell ill two full years earlier.

How is the old man's body?Zhu Zhanhe didn't know, but one thing Zhu Zhanhe knew was that the old man's physical condition was not optimistic.

The old man fell ill last year. Perhaps the imperial court deliberately concealed the news from Xiangzhou Mansion, but as the saying goes, there is no airtight wall in the world, and the matter will come out sooner or later.

Now that the Ming Dynasty's maritime transport is on the right track and business is booming, Shuntian Mansion is not far from the sea and has the Grand Canal. Unless the news does not leave the palace, once it does, it will be leaked sooner or later.

Before that, his father had not come to Beijing, which meant that the old man's health was fine. Even if he could not recover, it was definitely within a controllable range.

But this time, his father came to Beijing, and he still didn't receive the imperial edict, so that can only explain one problem.

There is something wrong with the old man's health, and it is even very possible...

Zhu Zhanhe shook his head hard to get rid of the thoughts in his mind.

"elder brother."

Just when Zhu Zhanhe was thinking wildly, a slightly crisp voice interrupted his thoughts, causing all the palace maids and chamberlains around him to bow and retreat.

"Zhan Qi." Zhu Zhanhe poured a glass of wine for his brother and spoke slowly.

Just this opening, Zhu Zhanhe and Zhu Zhanqi were both startled.

After only half a day's work, Zhu Zhanhe's voice had become hoarse and sounded like a broken gong.

"Brother, are you... going to Beijing..."

Before coming, Zhu Zhanqi was still a little unsure, but after hearing his brother's voice, the change in the voice gave Zhu Zhanqi some direction.

If he hadn't been entangled, then his brother wouldn't have become what he is now, and when he was entangled, or when those two thoughts appeared, the result was actually doomed.

"I don't know yet..." The hoarse voice made Zhu Zhanqi feel a little uncomfortable, and Zhu Zhanhe himself felt equally uncomfortable.

Looking up at the sky, Zhu Zhanhe didn't know what to do for a moment.

In the past, he could enter and exit Yingtian Mansion unscrupulously, even with his father, without fear of being wiped out by the princelings, leaving the Han King's Party leaderless.

But now, he dare not.

The old man fell ill, and the power in Beijing will inevitably be tilted in the direction of the princelings. Even if the princelings are not even as good as they were when they were in Yingtianfu, it is still different from the past.

His father has already entered Beijing, which means that the old man's physical condition is at least irreversible, and it is only a matter of time before that day comes.

And when that day comes, after the unfair referee passes away, the situation completely changes.

Although the original referee was unfair, he was still a referee. At the very least, he would not let anything go beyond the bottom line, and would ensure that the game continued without one of the parties disappearing for no reason.

But when the referee leaves the field, the nature of the game changes. The game will no longer be a game, but a life-and-death fight.

Under the temptation of that supreme power, Zhu Zhanhe could be sure that his uncle would not do anything outrageous, but he could not guarantee that his cousin would abide by the bottom line.

After all, if his cousin was a good person, he would not have turned his second uncle into a crock pot chicken in history, and even let his whole family follow him.

"Zhan Qi." In the silence, Zhu Zhanhe suddenly spoke, causing Zhu Zhanqi's hand to shake suddenly.

"This one, I'll leave it to you."

……

Although it is night, the sky is clear and the moon is bright. Although the moon that has passed the fifteenth day is getting more and more incomplete, it still strives to transmit the brilliance of the sun to this land that cannot see the sun for the time being.

Zhu Zhanqi slowly left his brother's residence. His shoulders, which had been slightly tender under the excellent protection, became stronger overnight.

(End of this chapter)