I'm only seven years old, Lao Zhu, you let me supervise the country?

Chapter 207 Zhu Yunxi: Grandpa Emperor, Ming Dynasty must perish!

When the government and the public were boiling over the abolition of corvee, Zhu Yunxi still accompanied Lao Zhu and wandered around Yangshan.

When night fell, Lao Zhu asked people to set up a bonfire in an open place in the mountain, roasting game while singing and dancing.

When he was drinking happily, Lao Zhu couldn't help sighing, and said to Zhu Yunxi: "In the past, Liu Bangxing, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, wrote "Great Wind Song", which has been passed down through the ages."

"When Liu Bang was young, he was just an uneducated prodigal who didn't read many books."

"We are from poor backgrounds, and we have been scolded as mud-legged people."

"It's a pity that today is a happy day, but we can't think of any good poems or lyrics."

"Xiao'er, you are the child prodigy of our old Zhu's family, a poetic prodigy who has never been born in a thousand years. Come and write a poem to celebrate today's joy."

Zhu Yunxuan was stunned immediately.

Aren't you embarrassing me?

You still want me to recite poems and spread them all over the world, but do you know that I am uneducated and can only go around the world as a "fuck" person?

He said silently in his heart.

Also very speechless.

Why do you want to give yourself a reputation as a talented person for no reason?

He was just a copycat. How could he write poetry at the critical moment?
Zhu Yunxi's thoughts were racing, and he suddenly realized that this was a rare opportunity.

He looked very sad, tears welled up in his eyes, and he stopped talking.

Old Zhu was stunned.

"Baby, what's wrong with you?"

"Grandfather, I miss Daddy! Woo..."

Zhu Yunxi began to cry and twitch.

Since time travelling, he found that his acting skills are becoming more and more perfect.

no way.

Everyone around me is surrounded by people with outstanding acting skills.

Wouldn't it be said that Zhu Yunqi and other brothers are ministers, one counts as one, who doesn't act in front of the emperor and grandson?
An official without first-class acting skills is definitely not a good official!

Under the influence of his ears and eyes, Zhu Yunlin's acting skills naturally soared day by day.

"Ugh!"

Lao Zhu let out a long sigh.

Close your eyes slowly.

Why doesn't he miss his son?

Zhu Biao was his favorite son, the successor of the empire whom he wanted to cultivate.

"The dead are gone!"

Old Zhu endured the sadness in his heart, and comforted him: "Xiao'er, you have to be strong! You are the son of the great future, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are still waiting for you to govern. Hundreds of millions of people depend on you for their safety."

"Ugh... But my grandson can't help but miss his father!"

Zhu Yunxuan cried even harder.

Lao Zhu sighed again and was speechless for a long time.

The singers and dancers in the venue left on their own and did not dare to disturb them again.

"We also miss your father and our son, but we can't cry!"

Old Zhu said again: "You are a man, you are still the god of war in the sky, you are the true king of Yousheng, you can't cry."

"But Grandpa Huang has many sons and grandsons... but his grandsons only have one father! Wuwu..." Zhu Yunzhen said while crying.

"Yes, we have many sons, but the one we love most is Biao'er!"

Lao Zhu drank a glass of wine and said again: "Besides, what's the use of having so many sons, the children of ordinary people are still by their parents' side all the time."

"But our son is thousands of miles away, and he can't be with us."

Zhu Yunxuan pretended to cry, and when he heard these words, he suddenly felt happy.

He raised his face, with tears still in his eyes, and asked with a sad and doubtful expression: "Grandfather, why didn't you call all the uncles back to the capital?"

"My parents are here, so I won't travel far."

"It is said among the people that a son should provide for his parents until they die."

"The emperor's grandfather is old, and his sons are supposed to be by his side, how can he stay outside all the time?"

Old Zhu laughed and scolded: "Silly boy, we are a heavenly family, not ordinary people. Of course we are different from them."

"Our son is the vassal king of the Ming Dynasty. He needs to guard various places and ensure the stability of the country. How can he come back to serve us."

Zhu Yunxuan asked: "Grandpa Huang, the country of Daming, my grandson will guard it firmly, it's the same without uncles guarding everywhere."

"Why don't you recall all your uncles to the capital and let them get along with Grandpa Huang every day."

"In this way, Grandpa Huang will not be so lonely."

He just wanted to use this as an opportunity to start his plan to cut down the vassal.

"No!" Old Zhu firmly refused.

"The vassal kings are outside, each guarding one side, the country is stable, if there is a change, they can send troops to serve the king."

"Only in this way can we protect our Ming Dynasty for thousands of years."

"Besides, the weight of the artifact can easily breed desire in people."

"If they are all in the capital, it is inevitable that some people will have evil intentions. We can still control them here. If you inherit the throne in the future, it will make your country unstable and cause wars and disasters in the world. This is not the country. The blessings of the country are not the blessings of the people in the world."

"In the land of the capital, it is easy to collude with the courtiers, and the vassal kings will collude with each other."

"Xiao'er, remember, if you want to inherit the divine weapon, you must bear its weight."

"We are an imperial family, how can we not make some sacrifices?"

"I want to be an emperor, but I also want family happiness, family reunion, how can there be such a good thing in the world."

Zhu Yunzhen's face showed a bit of disappointment and said: "Grandpa Huang is right."

He continued: "But the Han Dynasty implemented a vassal system, and it didn't take long for the Seven Kingdoms to break out."

"The Song Dynasty allowed the princes to stay in the capital, and if they didn't go, they would become feudal vassals, but it didn't cause brothers to fight for power, and the country was unstable."

"Grandfather, my grandson thinks that it has nothing to do with whether the vassal king goes out to join the vassal or not whether the disaster of brothers fighting against the wall will happen."

"It has something to do with the court's system and the ability of the successor."

"Now our Ming Dynasty has established a secret reporting system. If any member of the royal family colludes with officials wantonly and has evil intentions, someone will definitely report it to them."

"As long as the monarch is wise, it is not difficult to curb this."

"If the monarch is very stupid, it is the same both internally and externally."

"Besides, it may be okay if the vassal king is outside and has a large number of troops. One generation or two may be okay, but future generations may not be free from dissatisfaction or arouse the king's suspicion. In this case, I'm afraid it will be even more detrimental to the country and the country."

After hearing what he said, Lao Zhu thought for a while, and then said, "There is some truth in what you say."

Immediately, he changed the topic and said with a smile: "You just want to change your method and call your uncles back so that you can fulfill your filial piety to us."

"Our old bones can still move. If we really miss them, we can go by ourselves."

"Besides, the feudal lord will return to Beijing every three years. We can still see our son."

"You, don't always think about taking care of us. Governing the world well is better than anything else."

Zhu Yunxi shook his head.

"Grandpa Huang, no."

"My grandson wants to recall his uncles to the capital in order to better govern the world."

Lao Zhu was stunned and asked: "Where do you start talking about this?"

"Grandfather, there is a huge hidden danger in Ming Dynasty now. If it doesn't change, Ming Dynasty will only have 300 years of national destiny at most."

"Within 300 years, the Ming Dynasty will perish!"

(End of this chapter)