Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 320 Overturning the sky?

Zhu Zhan's basically weak struggle slowly stopped after Zhu Zhanhe spoke.

But it wasn't that he felt remorse, on the contrary, he was staring at Zhu Zhanhe, as if he wasn't staring at his cousin, not the hero who made great achievements for Ming Dynasty...

Rather, he is a mortal enemy who wants to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"Haha...hehe..." Zhu Zhanji relaxed his body and lay completely on the ground. Because of Zhu Zhanhe's foot on his chest, he had to open his mouth wide and breathe hard.

"What do you know? You know nothing..."

"Obviously I am the emperor's eldest grandson, but my grandfather has thought about Yi Chu more than once. Not only the position of the emperor's eldest grandson, he also wants to replace the prince..."

"Why? What did I do wrong? What did my father do wrong?"

"Do you know? You are the crown prince of the Han Dynasty! You are destined to be a vassal king! You can only be a vassal king in this life! Why are you working so hard!? Why!?"

"Do you know! It's because of you! My grandpa who once doted on me the most didn't even bother to look at me anymore! All he cares about is you! Even if you leave, he will become a vassal!"

"Haha..." Zhu Zhanhe smiled coldly when he heard this, stood up, and took back the foot that was stepping on his cousin's chest.

Raising his head and looking directly at the spiritual tablet above, the sneer on Zhu Zhanhe's face quickly turned into disappointment.

"Is this your reason? But when you faced a more outstanding enemy, why didn't you think of trying harder to catch up with him, but chose incompetence and rage, and chose hatred?"

Zhu Zhanji was taken aback when he heard the words, and his movements to get up stopped.

"A good saint grandson can ensure the prosperity of the three generations of the Ming Dynasty..."

"Do you think this sentence was said by Jie Jin? For someone like Jie Jin, don't you know it well when others don't know it?"

"It's true that he is a princeling, but he is also the most adaptable person. Do you think he would say that if he didn't have a strong enough backing to support him?"

"Besides, with just an explanation, just such a word, do you think grandpa will change his decision?"

Zhu Zhanji listened to his cousin's words with a horrified expression on his face, as if he had seen something that he could not look at directly.

"No! Impossible!"

Zhu Zhanji sat up suddenly and stared at Zhu Zhanhe with eyes that were about to burst.

"You're talking nonsense! You're talking nonsense!"

"Ha..." The expression on Zhu Zhanhe's face turned into a sneer again.

Kneeling down, looking at his cousin who was unwilling to face the truth, Zhu Zhanhe didn't know what words to use to describe his mood at the moment.

"Bullshit? Why should I talk nonsense? Does it do me any good?"

"If I hadn't said it, I would have made countless excuses when we started the army. But if I say it now, I am telling you that grandpa's original choice was very firm and there was no room for change."

"At this time, if I raise troops again, it will become treason, not Feng Tian Jing Nan, and Qing Jun's side."

"I don't believe it!" Zhu Zhanji pushed his cousin away violently, the expression on his face was extremely close to being distorted.

"If that's the case, why did he leave such a testament!? Do you dare to say that he didn't draft it himself!?"

"Don't think I don't know! The will was not only drafted by him himself! It was also written by Xia Yuanji!"

Xia Yuanji, in Yingtian, this name has become synonymous with King Wu, and everyone knows that Xia Yuanji is in King Wu's camp.

Even if not, he will almost unconditionally support any proposal and action of King Wu's lineage, anything!

Even, whenever Xia Yuanji made an admonition, people's first reaction was to think that this was the Wu Wang lineage writing through Xia Yuanji, hoping to change the situation in the court.

"Alas..." Zhu Zhanhe sighed softly and turned to look at the spiritual tablet above.

"Old man, this is the heir you chose carefully, abandoned me, and finally chose."

"At the beginning, you told the old monk that it is not a good thing to have two dragons in one day, but fortunately, one is happy and the other is happy."

"One governs the country and ensures peace, while the other goes out to fight."

"They also said this was a sign of great prosperity, haha... what was the result?"

"Xing, it is indeed Xing, but what? What does it have to do with the heir you selected and your great saint grandson?"

Zhu Zhanhe's voice was not high-pitched, but Zhu Zhanji could hear it clearly in the Qin'en Hall, which was so quiet that you could hear a needle drop.

He stared at his cousin with a somewhat expectant expression on his face.

He expected that his cousin would say something more, something that would make him feel comfortable, instead of something that would make him feel panic, guilt, anxiety... and other emotions.

However, the more you are in this mood, the words you hear are often the things you least want to hear.

"There is one thing you should know." Zhu Zhanhe still looked at the old man's coffin, without turning his head.

"At the beginning, my grandfather gave me two wills for me to choose. One is the edict for the crown prince's ascension to the throne, and the other is the edict for abolishing the elders and establishing the younger ones for easy storage."

"To be honest, I really wanted to get the Yi Chu Edict at the beginning. It wasn't because I was so dedicated to that position, because I knew that a person like me would never be able to sit in that position in this life."

"Even if I am forced to sit on it, what awaits me is either the verbal and written criticism of the world's scholars, the imminence of the world's feudal kings, or the joint alliance of the foreign enemies of the Ming Dynasty."

"Or, I was stuck in that position, and spent my life in an environment that seemed to be supreme, but was criticized by everyone, and even scolded by everyone."

"My life should not be like this, because I am special and different from you."

"I can do what you can do, and I can even be better than you."

"What a bullshit civil servant. Although I am the son of the King of Han, didn't I come up with all these methods such as passing the exam, making up for the loss immediately, and sharing the land with the family? Which one of them is not a revolutionary strategy?"

"But what I can do, you can't do."

"Not to mention since the beginning of Qin and Han Dynasties, even from ancient times, I think that I, Zhu Zhanhe, am not weaker than anyone else!"

"What about Temujin? I hit where he hit, but he couldn't hit where I hit!"

"But what about you?" Zhu Zhanhe turned his head and looked at his cousin with a bit of pity and a bit of unwillingness.

"Are you better than me? You are just the eldest son or grandson. Why can you inherit that position openly?"

"I didn't intend to be the emperor, but this world is unfair. If it is so unfair, I want to stand up and fight."

"But why? Why in the end, when he was dying, the emotions in his eyes were pity, hope, and...pleading..."

Zhu Zhanhe took a deep breath, lifted up the hem of his clothes, and knelt down on the ground solemnly, kneeling three times and nine times before the old man's memorial tablet above.

"Old man, today...I am going to let you down..."

With his eyes slightly closed, Zhu Zhanhe raised his head, straightened his chest, and knelt there quietly.

Zhu Zhanji looked at his cousin and felt a faint uneasy feeling in his heart, but he couldn't tell what this feeling was.

Is he going to raise an army and push himself off the throne?

Do not!
Zhu Zhanji shook his head violently and denied his thoughts.

Thirty thousand, just 7. Even if Danbawang came and brought the more than [-] Uszangdusi soldiers, it would only be [-].

One hundred thousand, there is a way... there is a way...

There are more than 7 soldiers in the Fifth Army Camp in Beijing. They were formerly part of the Zhili Central Army and were not directly under the jurisdiction of anyone. Whenever there was a battle, they were temporarily designated by the old man as generals.

right!The fifth military camp is credible!But it’s only [-]...

Seventy thousand... Seventy thousand is not enough... My cousin has been fighting continuously for more than ten years since the eighth year of Yongle. Not only is he rich in combat experience, but the soldiers under his command are also tiger and wolf masters...

Seventy thousand is not enough...not enough...

correct!And prepare for the Japanese army!The Japanese army in Shandong is still there!There are also border troops!Border troops can do it too!
Daning and Kaiping two guards!There are people inside the Great Wall!Although it takes time to mobilize, as long as you don't die, you still have a chance!
right!right!right!
He doesn't dare to kill me!Don't dare to kill me!He would be treasonous if he killed me!You can't sit on the throne if you rebel!

Can't sit down...

!!!

While Zhu Zhanji was still thinking wildly, a warm feeling hit his face. He raised his head blankly and looked at the people in front of him... and the corpse...

Sun Shaozong...the second brother-in-law whom he had never met...died...just like that...was killed in the Hall of Enlightenment...before the old man's spirit seat...

Zhu Zhanji stared blankly at his cousin, who was slowly getting up with a saber in his hand. The expression on his face was dull.

Tick ​​tock...tick tock...tick tock...

The saber in Zhu Zhanhe's hand was dripping with blood. The sound should have been imperceptible, but it seemed so harsh in the silence of the Qin'en Palace.

Danba Wangdui looked at the empty scabbard at his waist, then at the saber in His Royal Highness's hand, and took a step back calmly.

Zhang Sheng, who was beside him, sighed deeply.

As Zhu Zhanji's uncle, he very much hopes that Zhu Zhanji can repent, because as long as Zhu Zhanji can repent, everything can still be saved, and he will spare no effort to help his nephew.

but……

As the saying goes, mud can't hold up a wall. He didn't know where the good saint grandson who was praised by the world for his extraordinary good looks and beautiful talent had gone.

Lifting up the hem of his clothes, Zhang Sheng slowly knelt down on the ground, not only to worship Zhu Zhanhe, but also to worship the lonely spiritual tablet above.

Only, he is not kneeling to the emperor Zhu Zhanji.

however.

dang...

A clear voice sounded, and Zhang Sheng suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhu Zhanhe with a look of disbelief on his face.

With full of disappointment, Zhu Zhanhe slowly knelt on the ground and knelt three times and nine times before the old man's soul again.

Get up and leave.

Danba Wangdui took a deep look at Zhu Zhanji who was sitting on the ground, turned around and left with Zhu Zhanhe.

After leaving the Jin'en Hall, Zhu Zhanhe slowly raised his head, feeling the dazzling sunlight. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight.

After hearing the sound of the door opening, the guards of the prince and the four guards of Tengxiang who were guarding outside the Yan'en Hall subconsciously turned their heads to look over, but when they saw Zhu Zhanhe... and Zhu Zhanhe's pure white mourning clothes, After a touch of red...

The first reaction of the four Tengxiang guards was to draw their swords and rush into the Qin'en Palace, but the response of the Crown Prince's guards was much faster than them.

However, although the prince's guards responded quickly and were experienced, they were still the Four Tengxiang Guards, the emperor's personal guards and personal bodyguards. If they were of average ability, they would not be able to shoulder such an important task.

However, the seemingly inevitable conflict did not occur, because everyone fell to their knees because of the arrival of one man.

Under Qin En's door, a figure walked up slowly. Only she could calm down this situation.

Zhu Zhanhe retracted his hand that was blocking the sun and looked at the figure in the distance quietly until the figure stopped in front of him.

"Auntie..." Zhu Zhanhe spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse.

"Thank you..." Zhang, who was now the Empress Dowager, had tears in her eyes, clasped her hands in front of her, slowly bowed, and actually knelt down.

"Auntie! Auntie!"

Zhu Zhanhe knelt on the ground in panic, holding Zhang's forearm with both hands.

"No, no, no..."

"No, you should..." Mrs. Zhang lowered her head slowly, her determination was evident, and she actually saluted Zhu Zhanhe under such circumstances.

Zhu Zhanhe sighed softly, slowly retracted his hands, looked at his eldest aunt, the current empress dowager, and gave himself a solemn salute.

Zhu Zhanhe lowered his head slightly, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and slowly knocked on the ground in return.

After helping Mrs. Zhang up, Zhu Zhanhe bowed slightly to express his apology, then took two steps back slightly to show his respect, and finally moved to the side, walking towards the direction of Qin'en Gate at the edge.

Zhu Zhanhe admired and respected his eldest aunt, the current empress dowager of the Ming Dynasty.

There are not many people Zhu Zhanhe admires, and even fewer people respect him. Maybe the entire Shuntian Mansion is still there, and counting those who have left, there may only be three people who can make Zhu Zhanhe admire and respect. .

It's a pity that among these three people, only the eldest aunt herself is left now.

Zhu Zhanhe sighed deeply, raised his head, and looked to the south.

Although Shuntian Mansion is located to the south of Tianshou Mountain, it is hundreds of miles away. Zhu Zhanhe did not see the city he wanted to see.

However, it doesn't matter if you can't see it, it doesn't stop you from changing him.

"Ju Ping."

Zhu Zhanhe spoke softly, and Zhu Ping, who had been following Zhu Zhanhe when he left the Jin'en Hall, walked up quickly.

"Go ahead, follow the original plan."

"Yes!"

A strong horse carries a person, some facing south, some facing southeast, some facing east...

Like, scattered into a sky full of stars.

Inside the Qin'en Hall.

Mrs. Zhang gently sat on the futon and slowly stretched out her hand, wanting to touch her son's cheek.

However, Zhu Zhanji, who was still wandering in the world, was suddenly startled when he noticed someone touching him, and he retreated far, far away on his hands and feet...

(End of this chapter)