Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 306
Will the rebellious feudal king die?This is the scoring situation.

After all, they are of the same race and have blood relatives. If it is not too much, or touches something that cannot be touched, there is a high probability that they will not die.

For example, Zhu Gaoxu in history, even if he rebelled and was resolved by the emperor himself, wouldn't he still be dead?
Of course, this is not the end. In the end, Zhu Gaoxu went too far after being defeated.

Generally speaking, for rebellious vassal kings, there is a high probability that their titles will be abolished, demoted to common people, and imprisoned to death.

But this is only on the surface. It is hard to say what the actual situation was, when exactly he died, and why he died.

Therefore, although Zhu Gaosui rebelled, he was not killed on the spot, firstly because Zhang Fu did not have the right, and secondly because even if he rebelled, Zhu Gaosui would not be killed on the spot.

Death, although it will not die, the result will not be much better.

This is like making Dang Chao Yipin suddenly become someone else's slave. In the past, he always ordered others to enslave him, but now he is someone else's enslaver to him.

It's like a wealthy businessman suddenly turned into a beggar, and the things he didn't lack most in the past have become extravagant wishes now.

Shuntian Mansion, imperial edict.

beep... beep... beep...

Zhu Zhanji tapped lightly on the wooden fence of the prison, as if to confirm whether the fence was strong.

"Stop knocking." A human voice suddenly sounded, mixed with the rustling of straw, and Zhu Gaosui walked out of the dark corner.

"Why, your third uncle and I have reached this point now, why don't you let me have a good sleep?"

"How dare my nephew disturb the third uncle's sweet dream?" Zhu Zhanji laughed, with a hint of...

Happy?

"It's just that today my nephew got a jug of good wine, which was a tribute from Uszangdusi, so I specially sent it to third uncle to taste."

Zhu Gaosui leaned against the wall, looking at his eldest nephew, who was now a ninety-five-year-old man, bending down to pour himself wine, with a gloomy look on his face.

Kindness?Zhu Gaosui doesn't think so.

Zhu Gaosui didn't know much about this eldest nephew, at least not as much as he did about the second nephew, but he also knew that his eldest nephew was not a good person.

Will Shantu'er take the risk of discrediting his late father by publishing the edict?
So far, he hasn't figured out the purpose of Zhu Zhanji's posthumous edict, but he knows that there must be a reason.

"What? Third uncle, don't you want to try it?" Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Gaosui across the column, picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

……

Zhu Gaosui didn't speak or move. He just looked at Zhu Zhanji quietly, who was drinking alone.

I don't know how long it took before Zhu Gaosui suddenly spoke.

"What... do you want to do?"

"Whether I will succeed or not, it doesn't need to be you, even I know that I will not succeed, but why did you publish that will?"

"You should know what kind of criticism your father will suffer after this will is announced."

"Why?" Zhu Zhanji squatted on the ground and asked without raising his head.

"Why does it affect my father's reputation? The edict was hidden and not published. This is not something my father did. Why does it affect my father?"

Zhu Gaosui's eyes narrowed.

Although he didn't know what preparations his eldest nephew had made, he smelled something bad from his tone.

"By the way, speaking of this..." Zhu Zhanji saw that his good third uncle didn't drink either, so he stood up and waved.

"There is an old friend that my third uncle has not met yet."

Following Zhu Zhanji's actions, the new Jinyiwei commander Sehazhi led his men and escorted a person over.

When he saw this person, Zhu Gaosui's eyes instantly lost their luster, and he finally understood why Zhu Zhanji dared to announce the posthumous edict openly.

Eunuch, Huang Yan.

……

Lake Balkhash.

Leaving Jian Xiao to stay in the Syr Darya, Zhu Zhanhe brought Mu Ang, Zhu Sanfeng, and his two royal guards to Lake Balkhash.

Lake Balkhash is very beautiful, especially at night. Sitting by the water and watching the sky reflected in the water has a very unique natural beauty.

"Your Highness... seems to be in a good mood?"

Mu Ang stood at the gate of the temporary camp, looking at Zhu Zhanhe's back together with Zhu Sanfeng.

"Not really." Zhu Sanfeng shook his head slightly.

"Your Highness is different from ordinary people. It's hard to guess what he's thinking. Jane Xiao and I have been with His Highness for so long, and we can only guess based on His Highness's previous performance, but today's..."

Zhu Sanfeng paused for a moment, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What's wrong?" Mu Ang was slightly stunned and looked at Zhu Sanfeng who suddenly stopped without knowing why.

"I don't know either." Zhu Sanfeng shook his head slightly.

"His Highness has never behaved like this before, but my feeling tells me that His Highness is not happy. On the contrary..."

Mu Ang was startled when he heard this, turned to look at Zhu Zhanhe's back, thought for a long time, and finally walked over.

"Your Highness..."

"Uncle Mu, sit down." Zhu Zhanhe raised his head when he heard the voice, and when he saw it was Mu Ang, he patted the grass next to him.

"Is something wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Mu Ang shook his head. Although he had decided to ask, he still hesitated when facing Zhu Zhanhe.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Me..." Zhu Zhanhe smiled when he heard this, and raised his hand to point to the calm lake in front of him.

"Uncle Mu, do you think Li Bai should be classified as a foreigner? Or should he be classified as a literati from the Central Plains?"

Mu Ang was stunned when he heard this.

He knew what Zhu Zhanhe wanted to say, but he didn't know how to answer.

Who is Li Bai?He is a shining star in poetry and culture. How many chapters has he left that will be handed down from generation to generation?Mu Ang couldn't remember because he had never counted, but he knew one thing very well.

Li Bai had a great influence on the Central Plains.

But to Zhongyuan, he is one of his own?Or a foreigner?

To say that he was a foreigner, he had obviously lived in the Central Plains and even in the capital of the Tang Dynasty for so long, and he had left so many chapters that were handed down from generation to generation.

But if you say he is one of your own, it doesn't seem to count.

It is true that Li Bai's ancestral home is Longxi, but his ancestors moved to Suiye in the Western Regions very early, which is now the Balkhash Lake area in front of them. Li Bai was also born here, and later fled back to the Tang Dynasty with his father.

If Li Bai is one of his own people, then when Zhu Zhanhe burned Jiaozhi, were those who moved to North Vietnam with their ancestors in the early years also their own people?

After being confused for a long time, Mu Ang suddenly came to his senses.

He suddenly realized that this was not what Zhu Zhanhe wanted to say.

"It seems that Third Uncle Mu has figured it out." Feeling Mu Ang's eyes on him, Zhu Zhanhe stood up with a smile.

"I'll give you a task."

"Your Highness, please tell me, I will try my best to complete it!" Mu Ang's expression instantly became serious, he stood up, bowed, and waited for Zhu Zhanhe to speak.

"Before, the Kingdom of Naples gave me their king's daughter, and wanted me to send troops from the sea to assist them in attacking the Kingdom of Sicily after the Suez Canal was completed, so as to complete their unification."

"However, as you know, Third Uncle Mu, in my eyes, they are all enemies."

"So, you think of a way. It doesn't matter whether you help them or not, but the result must be to make them fall into internal strife."

"And...it's not just the Kingdom of Naples and the Kingdom of Sicily."

Having said this, Zhu Zhanhe patted Mu Ang on the shoulder.

"It will take about a year to go back to Ming Dynasty. I hope that after returning, they will have begun to have internal conflicts."

After saying that, Zhu Zhanhe turned and left, leaving Mu Ang alone on the grass beside Balkhash Lake, worrying alone.

The night at this time of year could no longer be described as cold as water, but Mu Ang seemed not to notice it.

(End of this chapter)