Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

Ji Feng nodded, but still did not speak.

Wang Xiu was stunned for a moment, then sighed and shook her head. Looking at Ji Feng with a gloomy face, she asked directly:

"When are you going to start?"

There was a sneer at the corner of Ji Feng's mouth.

"Three days later, when our thousand muskets are ready, it will be time for us to act!"

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Qianqing Palace.

Shang study.

Zhu Di was sitting on the dragon chair reading the book.

Zhu Gaoyu and Zhu Zhanji's uncle and nephew sat bored in the study room with big eyes and small eyes.

The news that these two children shot Ji Gang to death on the hunting ground quickly spread like wildfire the day they took the fawn and the rabbit back.

After all, Ji Gang was a high-ranking minister of the third rank, and it was unbelievable that he died so easily.

Therefore, many ministers have recently handed down their papers to impeach the uncle and nephew.

It is said that these two children are too playful and usually neglect discipline.

Sure enough, I didn't watch it for a while, and the play was too much to cause such a big mess.

Let Zhu Di take good care of these two children, and they are almost piled up on Zhu Di's case.

Zhu Di was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and in desperation, he had no choice but to let the emperor's grandson stop his feet.

At the same time, he would come to Zhu Di every day to ask about the rules of learning.

By the way, let the always lawless Prince Liang keep up.

So there is this scene of two children sitting in the Shang study room to read the scriptures.

Zhu Gaoyu held the brush and poked Zhu Zhanji, who was sitting beside him copying the scriptures, and said in a low voice:

"Eldest nephew, you have to ground yourself anyway."

"It's the same wherever I see it."

"Your uncle, I have a mansion in Xiaotangshan, why don't I take you there to soak in the hot springs and have a good time."

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Zhu Zhanji didn't even look at Zhu Gaoyu, but raised his hand impatiently and waved his sleeves.

"Oops, don't pick me up, I'm busy."

After he finished speaking, he quickly sat down again, picked up the writing brush and started writing.

Grandpa said that if I can’t finish copying the scriptures, I can’t go back to the East Palace for dinner, so I have to write it quickly.

Zhu Gaoyu looked at Zhu Zhanji like this, sighed twice, and shook his head again,

"What are you copying? You didn't finish copying it yesterday. Didn't you end up having dinner?"

"Your grandfather just scare you."

After speaking, he rolled his eyes in disdain.

"Look at your cowardice!"

"How can you not copy?"

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Zhu Zhanji looked at him unhappy,

"How dare you say it!"

"If it wasn't for your ruthless attack, Ji Gang would have been killed, and finally you had put the dung pot on my head!"

"Can I sit here in fear now, worrying about the copying of the scriptures that didn't last after the last meal?!"

Zhu Gaoyu pursed his small mouth and snorted disdainfully,

"Don't go, don't go."

"I still..."

Before Zhu Gaoyu finished speaking, there was a burst of hurried footsteps outside the Shang study room.

The uncle and nephew looked up curiously.

The King of Zhao is here.

I saw King Zhao's expression hurriedly and sternly, and he walked quickly into the Shang study room.

Glancing at Zhu Gaoyu and Zhu Zhanji, he looked at Zhu Di with some hesitation.

Seeing that King Zhao was coming, Zhu Di, who was sitting on the dragon chair, closed the book and waved at him.

"Just say something."

King Zhao nodded, and said solemnly with a gloomy expression:

"Father, the spies are here to report."

"Say it's... Ji Gang's son, Ji Feng, is ready to rebel!"

Sitting on the dragon chair, Zhu Di's eyes narrowed and he asked casually,

"When?"

King Zhao looked at Zhu Di with a solemn expression,

"The day after tomorrow."

After Zhu Di heard this, he still had no special reaction.

I saw him put down the book, stood up and walked around the Shang study room twice, pinched his waist and pondered for a while, then shook his head in an unpredictable manner.

"The day after tomorrow, it's a good day to raise troops." Tu.

Chapter 96

What?

People are going to rebel, so who cares if they have a good time?

King Zhao was stunned when he heard the sound, and secretly slandered: Dad, why didn't you believe this when you rebelled?

"Dad...you..."

Zhu Di waved at him, and Zhao Wang closed his mouth with a sullen face.

After listening to this, Zhu Gaoyu, who was sitting on the side, showed a smile on his face.

rebel...

Wonderful!

Exactly, let's do an experiment with these ignorant rebels!

Zhu Gaoyu touched his little chin and secretly laughed twice, then stood up in front of Zhu Zhanji's unsure eyes, and ran to Zhu Di with a jump.

Raising his hand and shaking his body, he said coquettishly to Zhu Di:

"Father, my son wants to take his eldest nephew to Xiaotangshan for a hot spring."

"Are you looking good?"

Hot springs? !

King Zhao stared at Zhu Gaoyu in disbelief.

This family is about to kill you at your door with a knife. If you don't hurry up and think about countermeasures, you still want to go to the hot springs? !

Before Zhu Di could open his mouth, King Zhao cursed with hatred for not turning iron into steel.

"Little Ancestor, there is a limit to your nonsense, okay?!"

"What time is it now, are you still thinking about having fun?!"

"I didn't say you..."

King Zhao rolled up his sleeves and stared at Zhu Gaoyu, who was grinning, with a grin that he could not wait to hit.

As soon as he raised his hand, he remembered that this was in the Shang study room, and he couldn't do it in front of his father.

So he smirked and took his hand back, scratched his head, looked at Zhu Di and said embarrassedly:

"Dad, you take care of him!"

Xiaotangshan?

Zhu Di ignored King Zhao, but suddenly remembered something and smiled at Zhu Gaoyu with an unpredictable expression.

"Okay, the little cubs were frightened at the hunting ground. It's better to go to Xiaotangshan hot spring to relax, it's up to you."

After speaking, Zhu Di turned to look at the unhappy Zhu Zhanji and added with a smile.

"Good grandson, accompany your little uncle to meet the world."

Zhu Zhanji looked at Zhu Di in disbelief,

"Grandpa...this..."

Zhu Zhanji also heard that Ji Gang's son was going to raise troops to rebel, and immediately turned to look at King Zhao, looking a little hesitant.

"Grandpa... at this time... it's not suitable to take a hot spring!"

"Stop writing, and leave immediately." Zhu Di smiled when he heard the words.

Zhu Zhanji put down the pen, looked at the two with some doubts, and said reluctantly.

"Isn't it just a broken hot spring, what is there to see?"

Zhu Gaoyu grabbed Zhu Zhanji's sleeve impatiently and said with a shriveled mouth.