Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 340
The first day of March in the first year of Xuande.

Zhu Zhanhe hesitated for a long time on the issue of the reign name, but finally used his cousin's Xuande reign name.

Of course, he did not take his cousin's reign as his own, firstly because he had not ascended the throne, and secondly because Xuande's reign had been set long ago.

Zhu Zhanji is still the apparent emperor of the Ming Dynasty, and Xuande is still his reign name. None of this has changed. The only thing that has changed is the power in the hands of this emperor.

Changling, Xien Hall.

Zhu Zhanhe inserted the incense into the incense burner and slowly knelt on the ground.

"How about it, old man, just say you chose the wrong person..."

"Don't tell me that it's all because of me. My cousin is what he is today. You came from a humble background. You should know that the so-called unfavorable situation is not because of anything else, but because of lack of ability."

"May I ask, under your control and under the suppression of the prince's lineage, how much strength did the Hanwang lineage have? Didn't I still develop in the same way?"

"Ugh……"

After taking the wine jar aside, Zhu Zhanhe kicked the futon aside and sat directly under the niche enshrining the memorial tablet, leaning closely against the niche.

"Old man, let me tell you, if I win the Grand Duchy of Mosk this time, Europe will be within my grasp in the future."

"However, I have to say that those white pigs are really smart. Although they are unable to stop the expansion of potato planting, they can find the best response, using the power of the ruler and the merchants, two-pronged approach."

"It's a pity. I'm still too impatient. If I could wait a little longer and wait until potatoes can be imported into Timurid's empire and the whole of Europe at once, I'm afraid that Europe will also be in the disaster of a failed harvest."

"But it doesn't matter, it's all a trivial matter."

"No one in this world is a saint. If you are not a saint, who can have no faults?"

"Actually, I can imagine it. If you knew I would say this, you would definitely say that my cousin also made a temporary mistake and asked me to give him another chance."

"But, old man, do you think the relationship between me and my cousin is much better now than the relationship between you and Jianwen back then?"

"I won't give him a chance. At least as long as I'm alive, he won't be able to regain control of power."

"Because I know that giving the enemy a second chance is equivalent to giving him another bullet to make up for the fact that Shiwala's people failed to kill him as he asked last time between Liangzhou Guard and Ningxia Zhongwei. I."

"So, if there really is something out there, then you should take a good look at how I, an alien in people's eyes, managed the Ming Dynasty, and also how I, the person who opened up the largest territory of the Han family, managed the Ming Dynasty. To further expand the territory of the Ming Dynasty."

"Today is the first day of March, the anniversary of your death."

"It's been two years. I wasn't able to carry your coffin when you entered the mausoleum, I wasn't able to pay my respects to you during the first seven days, and I wasn't able to pay my respects to you on the anniversary."

"It's been two years now. This is the first time I've paid my respects to you seriously. Don't mind me."

Zhu Zhanhe was talking to himself and drinking heavily. Finally, he put the wine jar aside and stood up unsteadily.

Looking at the spiritual seat on the altar, he looked down at the pure white mourning clothes on himself.

He turned his head unsteadily and walked unsteadily towards the door, even the words in his mouth were intermittently.

"It's been two years..."

"What a pity... In my expectation... you should have watched me reach this height..."

"I don't know if down below... Emperor Taizu Gao has scolded you... No, you don't have to worry... Soon, someone will go down to keep you company..."

……

The so-called paying homage to the ancestors is not actually paying homage to the ancestors, but paying homage to the mourners themselves, reminding the payers not to forget them.

Of course, even if no one pays tribute to an emperor like Ming Taizong, he will not disappear in the long river of history. He will be talked about by future generations just because of the Jingnan Campaign and the Northern Expedition to the Grassland.

Some people say that a person will die three times in his life.

The first is physiological death, when breathing stops, heartbeat stops, and all physiological functions are lost.

The second time is social death, which refers to the relics, relationships and other attachments left behind after death. When the value of those attachments disappears, social relations also die.

The third time is when the last person who still remembers him forgets him, and only then is he truly dead.

But Zhu Zhanhe believes that there is a fourth kind of death for people like the old man, which is spiritual death.

Because according to the traditional definition of death, the old man will never reach the third death. There will always be people who remember him and mention him, but these people can only say that they look at him from the perspective of a bystander.

In other words, what they look at is not the old man, but the things he has done.

The Battle of Jingnan, the Northern Expedition to the Grasslands, the Voyages to the West, and the Grand Ceremony of Yongle...

At this point, it can actually be said that he died for the third time, because the people who remember him actually have nothing to do with the old man, but the things he did and his spirit have been passed down.

However, the so-called third death, or even the second death, should not happen at this time.

"Are you completely shameless?"

In the Qingning Palace, Zhu Zhanhe's face turned red after drinking wine, and he looked at Zhu Zhanji, who had also drank wine but was extremely drunk.

"In Xiangzhou Mansion, no matter how much I think grandpa is unfair, there is still a place for him in the royal palace of Xiangzhou Mansion, and there is also his spiritual seat."

"But what about you? Do you know what day it is?"

"You should take off your mourning clothes and put on a dragon robe before the period of mourning is over. I've already told you this once, and I'm too lazy to say it a second time. But today is my grandpa's death anniversary. Don't you even want to take a look?"

"Heh...heh." Zhu Zhanji smiled but moved his body with some effort, leaning against the dragon bed.

"There is... burp..."

"Is there any difference?"

"I would like to go to worship, but, my good cousin, will you let me out?"

"Don't talk about Changling, I can't even get out of Qingning Palace!"

With that said, Zhu Zhanji struggled to push himself up and leaned in front of Zhu Zhanhe.

"Stop pretending to be a good person here...you are a rotten person! A complete rotten person!"

"Same as grandpa, it's obviously a rebellion, but it must be said that it's Fengtian Jingnan... Haha..."

Snapped!
A loud slap sounded, and the tribute maids and chamberlains waiting on the side trembled in fright, then lowered their heads, pretending not to see anything.

Only Sun Ruowei rushed in front of Zhu Zhanhe, as if he wanted to resist, but he didn't have the courage.

"Don't want your husband to be humiliated? You'd better save it..."

"Besides, instead of worrying about him now, you might as well worry about the child in your belly..."

"With the way he looks now, it won't be long before his body collapses. By then, I'm afraid he won't be able to have any more children..."

(End of this chapter)