Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 405 Is not the same, young swimmer

"Do you really need me to help you educate your son?"

Thinking of the ending on Meishan, Zhu Zhanhe couldn't help but sigh.

"No need." Zhu Zhanji smiled slightly, very relaxed.

The ending of Zhu Zhanhe, Zhu Zhanji, and even everyone now is very different from what happened in history.

Zhu Zhanji is destined to not live the ten years of Xuande in history, whether he goes out this time or not is the same.

Earlier in the middle of the year, Zhu Zhanji was sick in bed once, and the result of the diagnosis by the imperial physician was that the life under house arrest in the previous two years was too indulgent and damaged the foundation.

In fact, it is true when I think about it, I feel depressed every day and drink too much. In the first period of time, there were often hysterical shouts from Qingning Palace.

At that time, Zhu Zhanji was not only wrong in his living habits, but also in his spirit.

This double profligacy quickly emptied his body.

Of course, this kind of situation is not fatal. After all, many people have this kind of situation, and if you have to say it, he is not even comparable to the body of the people at the bottom who work every day.

But if he continues to live, even if he repulses Zhu Zhanhe to regain control of the court, the next series of things will be enough for him to work hard, and even wear him down.

You know, people nowadays are only afraid of Zhu Zhanhe, not the Ming Dynasty.

In fact, Zhu Zhanji also knew that entrusting his son to Zhu Zhanhe to teach him would make his son better, but he was unwilling.

Let go...it's not that easy.

Now he can let go of his grudges and sit on the top of the coal mountain with Zhu Zhanhe to drink tea and talk heart-to-heart, but he can't let go of him who was once imprisoned in the harem by his cousin.

Think about it too, if letting go was so easy, there wouldn't be so much hatred in this world.

"Sun Ruowei... Leaving other things aside, at least she is not a qualified mother."

Zhu Zhanhe put down his teacup and looked south from the top of the coal mountain.

That is the direction of the palace.

"Actually, from the very beginning, I didn't approve of Sun Ruowei entering the palace."

"The purpose of this person's entry into the palace is too strong and too obvious. I think grandpa saw this at the time, so he chose Hu Shanxiang to be your grandson concubine instead of Sun Ruowei."

"This person is fine as a concubine for fun, but as a queen, she is not qualified."

"Besides, even if I'm willing to let go, she can't be a good empress dowager. I don't believe you can't see it."

"Yeah..." Zhu Zhanji looked at the south with a long tone.

"In the past two years, I was blinded by hatred. I really didn't see it, but how can I not see clearly after I wake up?"

"However, there are too many involuntary things in life..."

"For so many years, Shanxiang has not made any mistakes in the aspects of grandson concubine, princess concubine, and even queen, and can even be said to be excellent."

"But then again, although I have no faults to abolish the empress, if it continues, the country will have no heir, and the abolition of the empress will still be the last and the only possibility."

"Ruowei...she is indeed not good enough, not to mention compared with your concubine, she is probably not as good as an ordinary concubine, but she gave birth to a son for me."

"So be it……"

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanji sighed for a long time, as if he was a little sighed because he discovered the shortcomings that he hadn't expected at the beginning.

"For the time being, it's okay, after all, the queen mother is still..."

Zhu Zhanhe nodded slightly majesticly.

Indeed, Mrs. Zhang is an outstanding person. From the Crown Princess to the Crown Princess to the Queen to the Dowager and then to the Empress Dowager, it can be said that Mrs. Zhang has almost never made any mistakes.

In history, when Bao Zong was young, it was she who carried the banner when the Ming clan was empty and saved the Ming clan from being controlled by court officials.

but……

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanhe sighed.

The Zhang family in history was born in the second year of Xuande when Zhu Qizhen was born, and when she died in the seventh year of Zhengtong, Zhu Qizhen was already 14 years old.

Not counting the period from the second year of Xuande to the tenth year of Xuande, it can be said that from the first year of Zhengtong to the seventh year of Zhengtong, she almost held the highest power of the court and also managed the education of her grandson.

However, Zhu Qizhen was not educated to be an outstanding emperor.

You can say that the emperor's education is complicated and difficult, and an emperor cannot be trained in seven years, but doesn't that also prove that under the current situation, the Zhang family can't train Zhu Qizhen well?
Therefore, Zhu Zhanhe was not optimistic about his cousin's thoughts.

but……

"That's all." Zhu Zhanhe slightly shook his head.

This is someone else's son, and even his enemy, an obstacle to his ascension to the throne, why should he worry about it?
"White protein, or?"

"White phosphorous egg?" Zhu Zhanji looked at his cousin in surprise.

"That thing you used in Xiangzhou Mansion? I heard that as long as it appears, it will lead to victory?"

"As far as it's concerned...it's like this." Zhu Zhanhe nodded.

For now, white phosphorus protein is indeed unsolvable.

Now is not the era when the later generations had strong long-range strike capabilities. In this era, although firearms have made great progress, the main form of warfare is still two armies, and the final victory is determined by the fighting of cavalry and infantry.

Therefore, the advantages of white phosphorous protein are brought into full play.

If there is an advantage, the white phosphorous egg is a weapon with great lethality. It can almost destroy the enemy in one fell swoop and take away the final victory.

If it is a disadvantage, white phosphorous eggs can also block the enemy's attack. After all, the high temperature of [-] degrees Celsius can burn through bones, not to mention flesh and blood, not to mention the highly toxic smoke.

With a white phosphorous egg in hand, as long as the difference in numbers is not too outrageous, no matter how bad it is, both sides will suffer.

"Why give it to me?" Zhu Zhanji looked at his cousin in surprise, as if he didn't understand this approach.

"Are you not afraid that I will regret it after I get this thing? Didn't you come according to the original arrangement?"

"So what?" Zhu Zhanhe smiled.

"What I provide you is only the finished product. I won't give you the production method. What I want to preserve is Daming's vitality. You can understand it as leaving some wealth for your son, or you can understand it as leaving more for myself. many things."

"It's true..." Zhu Zhanji was stunned when he heard the words.

The manufacture of weapons has never been a simple matter. Although the white phosphorous egg is very simple, but Zhu Zhanji got it, it does not mean that he has the opportunity to be equal to Zhu Zhanhe.

Strength...is a hard gap, the difference between him and Zhu Zhanhe's strength is not just a white phosphorus.

Besides, even if you take ten thousand steps back, if Zhu Zhanhe is not sure, it is impossible to release such a big killer to Zhu Zhanji.

After all, Zhu Zhanhe had brought out the white phosphorous egg very early on, even when Emperor Taizong was still alive.

But even at that time, Zhu Zhanhe still withstood the pressure, did not hand over the white phosphorous egg to Emperor Taizong, but held it tightly by himself.

Think about it, how can Zhu Zhanji get what the old man can't get?

If he can get it, there are only two possibilities.

First, Zhu Zhanhe has the method to break the white phosphorus egg, and he is not worried that Zhu Zhanji will get the white phosphorus egg.

The second is that Zhu Zhanhe holds a weapon that is more lethal, more effective, and capable of completely suppressing white phosphorous eggs.

"When are you leaving?" After thinking through all this, Zhu Zhanji thought about it, picked up his teacup and looked at his cousin.

"Let's be with you." Zhu Zhanhe also raised his teacup as a gesture.

"Don't think that Daming is so important. To me, the greatest meaning of Daming is the ancestral land of our Zhu family, and it is the place where fallen leaves return to their roots."

"But right now, I'm more focused on the West."

"Oh?" Zhu Zhanji was talking about these things with his cousin for the first time, which made the curiosity that had been suppressed in his heart surge up together.

"Actually, I can more or less guess that you have devoted too much effort in Nanzhou Prefecture and Xiangzhou Prefecture these years. At first I just thought that you wanted to leave a place for the second uncle's lineage, but then I realized Not feeling right."

"If you just want to have a place to stay, you won't clean up the survivors of Siam, Khmer and Nanzhang on the side of Xiangzhou Prefecture."

"Until later, when you went on an expedition to the Timur Empire, it took a year to start. Even if you went back to Shuntian Mansion...even if you went back to Xiangzhou Mansion, you just went home and left."

"At that time, I had a vague feeling that you should regard Xiangzhou Mansion and Nanzhou Mansion as supply stations for your western expedition and as your backup."

"Actually, it's only now that you have said it yourself, so I can be sure of this idea, but why do you value that side so much?"

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhanji's doubts are beyond words.

He really doesn't understand.

In fact, according to the thinking of normal people, whether it is the ancestral land or other things, they will definitely give priority to controlling the Central Plains. It can be said that no one has ever thought of expanding the territory when the Central Plains is still undecided.

This is true no matter when dynasties change or when one's own family rebels.

But Zhu Zhanhe happened to be the one who didn't make sense and didn't play cards according to common sense.

Taking root in Yunnan, through his previous military achievements, coupled with the new tax system and new grain, not to mention that he can slowly occupy the entire Ming Dynasty, but there is absolutely no problem in the south of Yingtianfu.

At that time, plus the Indochina Peninsula where more than [-]% of the people are Han Chinese, Zhu Zhanhe can be said to have a certain chance of winning. Unless his brain is wattless, otherwise, it is impossible to fail.

It's not that the current Zhu Zhanhe has the possibility of failure, but that compared to what Zhu Zhanhe has done, the difficulty of this set is lower.

"You don't understand." Zhu Zhanhe smiled happily, this is what he likes most.

Not laughing at his cousin's ignorance, not laughing because he took the winner's angle, but laughing because someone finally found out about his plan.

It's... a happy smile.

"Tell me something you can understand, it's the simplest." Zhu Zhanhe put down his teacup, and explained to his cousin with great interest.

"People in the world only know that the west of the Central Plains is an endless desert and daunting mountains, but they don't know that as long as you can cross the desert and climb the mountains, you will see new scenery."

"There, the water system is rich, and there are too many great plains that stretch as far as the eye can see. They are larger than those around the Yangtze River, and even larger than Indochina Peninsula and Nanzhou Prefecture!"

"Whether it's grazing or farming, it will become a battleground for military strategists."

……

The spring breeze with a bit of coolness brings warm spring scenery, and its blowing makes the earth slowly wake up from the harshness of winter.

On the coal mountain, two men sat facing each other, talking happily.

Mrs. Zhang stood at the foot of Meishan Mountain, with a dull expression on her face.

In a daze, she seemed to have seen the scene of Yongle Ten Years.

That year, Zhu Zhanhe, who had been in Yunnan with his father, was summoned by Emperor Taizong's edict to Yingtian Mansion, which was still the capital of the Ming Dynasty at that time, to celebrate the New Year.

Before leaving, Zhu Zhanhe took two wine jars and tried drinking with Zhu Zhanji for the first time in the courtyard of Chunhe Palace.

In an instant, Mrs. Zhang had an idea.

Back then, if the old man was not calm, then what kind of brothers would the late Emperor and King Wu be...

If there was no Jing Nan, would Zhu Zhanhe and Zhu Zhanji... be such good brothers?
(End of this chapter)