"I don't blame you for taking this country from me. Originally, this country was intended to be passed on to you, but the difference was two days earlier or two days later. But you must remember that this is the country of our Zhu family and cannot be given to outsiders." Zhu Yuanzhang knew that his life had come to an end, so he held his son's hand and said.

The scene at that time was vivid, as if everything had happened yesterday. Emperor Antai opened his eyes on the sickbed and saw the prince Yunwen who was standing beside him crying. He knew that the same thing was going to happen again, but this time he could not leave with confidence.

He stretched out his broad big hand to wipe away the tears from Prince Yunwen's cheek, and Zhu Biao whispered: "My son doesn't have to be sad. People have such a day, but sooner or later."

"Father, where does the father say? The imperial physician said that you are anxious and take some medicine to nourish the heart and relieve the qi, and you will recover soon." The prince Yunwen sniffled and cried and blew a kind lie. Although his father forced himself to do his homework recently, he has been a kind father since he was a child, and he would rather trade his life for him to live for a hundred years. For Yunwen, imperial power and the country are far less important than his father's life.

"Silly child", Zhu Biao gently tidied up his son's clothes, full of love. His son was extremely talented, skilled in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and his relationship with the shogunate was well learned from Confucian scholars. However, he knew nothing about governing the country and ensuring peace, and he could not even lie to comfort himself. He left enough talents for him, but he asked himself that all his ministers were not perfect, who would take charge of the overall situation? Is there anyone who asked others to take charge of the overall situation? Then is he still the emperor?

Employ people's strengths and abandon people's weaknesses. If your subordinates have a perfect person, the wisest way is to kill him or abandon him, otherwise the country will be in danger. Zhu Yunwen has not understood this yet, which is why Zhu Biao vomited blood to the painting country. Since taking over this country from his father, Emperor Antai has never been worried. Zhu Yuanzhang worked hard, and Zhu Biao worked several times harder than Zhu Yuanzhang. The father and son worked hard and racked their brains to adapt to the situation of changing faster and faster, and then barely maintained this situation. But the fact that he was about to take over his power was such a scheming son. How could Zhu Biao not be anxious?

"Father, the child knows that he is wrong. Please take care of his health and don't be as good as the child." Yunwen saw that his father was speechless for a long time, sobbing and expressing his apology. Today, he was so angry that he vomited blood. No matter whether he had said something, he felt guilty.

Zhu Biao shook his head, smiled weakly, and his pale face was filled with miserable silence. "Silly son, what do you know? This is not your fault, it is because he did not do well for his father, and he did not teach you for a few more years."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yunwen felt more and more sad. He knelt beside the bed, holding his father's hand, and tears rolled down like a broken pearl, "Father, father, the child knows his mistake, please rest assured to recuperate. The child will take care of himself in the future... that is, care is the case."

"It's not that you don't care, it's that it's too difficult for you for your father. With your temperament, you're born in a wealthy family and it's not difficult to be famous in history, but I'm my son and I want to take charge of this country for me." Zhu Biao sighed while wiping tears for the prince, and two lines of turbid tears overflowed from the deep-sinked eye sockets and flowed onto the pillow.

"Father..." Zhu Yunwen leaned over his head and cried in tears.

He was born in the imperial family, the prince of the Eastern Palace, and was incredibly glorious. But how many people could understand the responsibility of the emperor's son. This responsibility is not only to the country but the people, but also to support the entire family with one person's strength. Zhu Biao walked by the same position and knew how heavy the burden was. Can he hold on with Yunwen's tender shoulders and fragile spirit?

What is the ending that I can't hold on? In history, so many emperors who can't hold on to this burden were crushed to pieces under the pressure. Once the business was owned by hundreds of years, they would not even find a place for themselves and their family.

This is the emperor's bet, which takes the world as its bargaining chip. It either loses all the lives of all the family members, or wins a lot of money and takes the wealth of the whole world as the lottery.

For thousands of years, countless people have been wandering around this gambling table, and their opponents are not distinguished from brothers, husbands and wifes, fathers and sons.

Zhu Biao closed his eyes tiredly, as if he had seen the end of this round of gambling. Thousands of miles away, the second, third and fourth brothers, rubbed their fists and palms. Isn’t it this day they are waiting for?

"Father? Father?" Crown Prince Yunwen couldn't hear his father talking to him anymore, and called in a low voice.

"I'm tired of my father, please go out first. When Zhu Jiangyan arrives later, let him and Cao Zhen come in. For my father, I have something to tell them," Zhu Biao answered without opening his eyes and muttering to him.

Prince Yunwen agreed, slowly stood up, and withdrew from Zhu Biao's bedroom with suspicion. Zhu Er, Gusu and Cao Zhen, the Duke of Jinghai, were both old subordinates of his father. At this time, what did his father call them to do? All of them...? Yunwen did not dare to continue thinking, and hurriedly walked towards his teacher, Huang Zicheng, the Grand Secretary who had already cried into tears.

Huang Zicheng had already met Zhu Biao, and the emperor handed over the major event of drafting the throne edict to him and Fang Xiaoru. Such minor matters of writing articles were naturally handed over to Fang Xiaoru to start writing, and he had more important things to do. At this time, it was the best time to gain Prince Yunwen’s trust and he must not leave casually.

"Your Highness,..." Zhou Chongwen was ashamed of Kao, and took Prince Yunwen's hand and said half a sentence, and had turned from choking to wailing. Huang Zicheng was not as angry as him and could not cry so loudly, so he had to express his sadness with silent tears. His expression seemed to be even more sad than Zhou Chongwen's wailing loudly.

After being disturbed by the two of them, Prince Yunwen didn't know how to express his sadness. After finally waiting for the two of them to hold back their sadness, he pulled them aside to discuss how to deal with the government affairs in recent days.

When Zhou Chongwen heard the prince’s words and inquired, he immediately took back the tears like a flood, which was better than installing a gate on the river. He looked around and saw that no ministers followed him, and whispered to Prince Yunwen: "According to my opinion, although it is a good place for the heavenly beings, the lord had to make plans earlier, after all, the country cannot be without a king for a day."

Isn't this nonsense? Huang Zicheng glared at Zhou Chongwen with dissatisfaction, stretched out his hand to pull him aside. He held Prince Yunwen's hand and said in tears: "Long live to entrust the major national affairs to me, and I will naturally swear to follow my lord to death. Lord Fang, the head commander of the imperial guard, was ordered to make arrangements inside and outside the capital. To prevent accidents, the lord should now be ordered to dispatch the Andong Army to set up defenses along the river to protect the capital with the order of the prince of the country. Once Long live to drive west, three days later, even if the lord ascends the throne, don't worry about so much red tape when he is in a dilemma."

Whoever is in the army, who speaks tough. Although Yunwen is not in government affairs, he knows a little bit about the story between his grandfather and his father. He sighed, took out a seal and handed it to Zhou Chongwen, and ordered him to order the current Minister of War Liu Binglong to mobilize Andong's troops into the capital. He also called the eunuch in his personal body and asked him to contact Fang Mingqian to express his kindness. All of them were arranged properly, and he pointed to the north with his fingers and asked Huang Zicheng: "Mr., what should the Lone King do if the north refuses to call the order?"

Huang Zicheng was afraid that the prince would ask him this question. Zhu Biao had supported him before, so he naturally wanted to cut the romance as soon as possible, so that his achievements would be more than Chao Cuo of the Han Dynasty. Now that he has changed to this prince with unstable foundation, he would have to consider some suggestions for cutting the romance. Once the uncle and nephew turn against each other, who knows whether Yunwen will really let him follow Chao Cuo and kill him to calm the princes.

After frowning and thinking for a long time, Huang Zicheng hesitated and replied: "In the opinion of the minister, we must first determine the status of the king and the minister. The status is determined, and the rest can be slowly planned. If there is something in the palace today, the best strategy is to not send a funeral secretly and not let the people know it. Three days later, it will be too late for the kings to learn the news."

Zhu Yunwen nodded and completely adopted Huang Zicheng's suggestion. At present, only Huang Zicheng can be used. Cao Zhen and Zhu Jiangyan are vulgar and unwilling, and he doesn't like it. Shang Jiong was used to establish his authority after ascending the throne and cannot be reused at this time. Apart from Huang Zicheng, Zhu Yunwen doesn't know who else can ask. He himself is not a person who can judge the situation and make the correct decision.

After making another arrangement to block the news, Zhu Yunwen finally felt a little less suspicious. He breathed a sigh of relief and asked a question he was most worried about, "What if someone takes the opportunity to make trouble?"

"The kings should not rebel now. Whoever rebels first will become the target of other princes. It is the power of the world..." Huang Zicheng's words gradually became unheard of. He understood what Prince Yunwen was worried about. He did not expect that when Emperor Antai, who always valued him the most, chose the ministers who were entrusted with politics were Zhu Jiangyan and Cao Zhen, who were usually the most unpopular in the cabinet. This made him feel extremely disappointed. The prince Zhu Yunwen probably felt the same at this moment. No emperor liked that there was an old minister in the court who always had a different court than him, who relied on his contribution to assisting his father and chatted in his ears.

Jinghai Duke Cao Zhen and Customs Chief Zhu Jiangyan hurriedly walked past the prince and Huang Zicheng. Zhu and Huang did not see Cao Zhen, and Cao Zhen and Zhu Jiangyan didn't care about saying hello to their future lord.

Since the end of Bo Wenyuan's case, Jinghai Duke Cao Zhen has been at home while sick. He cannot imitate Wu Anguo, and he cannot let go of the heavy burden on his body, but he is deeply disappointed with Emperor Antai.

"We are never as ruthless as our own people when we kill our own people!"

"Although we are all grass people, we are not grass after all..." The first battle of Huairou Village's hero was intoxicated by the huge power of firearms, Wu Anguo once reminded him like this.

Thinking about it now, Cao Zhenfang knew what deep worries were behind Wu Anguo's words. When the people lost their ability to threaten the court, officials would act more unscrupulously.

What Cao Zhen can do now is to drag it and use the power of the navy to threaten the north, so that his former friend, King Yan Zhu Di, dare not go south easily. In the competition between the north and the south, the court in the south dare not exploit the people too much; in order to show that the territory of the King Yan in the north will also allow the new policy implemented by his good friend Guo Pu to be smoothly implemented.

Let time prove everything. As long as it can be delayed until the whole world recognizes the benefits of the new policy, and let the roots of the new policy be deeply embedded in the people on that day, even if the north and the south want to reject the new policy, no one has the strength to resist the torrent of change.

For this goal, he was misunderstood and pretended to be rebellious with his brothers of life and death. Zhu Chunhong, who was kept in the dark, kept asking him what he wanted, but Cao Zhen always laughed and refused to answer. In fact, he knew best in his heart that he was like the Wu'anguo who was busy building roads, building bridges, and building libraries, who introduced the essence of Western culture, revived Confucianism, vigorously established new factories, and promoted new technologies. He was looking for the future of this country and the nation would never fall into the cycle of destiny.

"Ziyou, you are here, I have been waiting for you for a long time." Emperor Antai opened his turbid eyes, saw his two humeral ministers, and said as if he sighed.

When Cao Zhen saw Zhu Biao's haggard appearance, he couldn't help feeling sad and bowed: "Long live, I'm late to visit, please don't blame your Majesty"!

Emperor Antai shook his head and ordered people to move two left chairs for the two of them. He leaned forward and smiled and ordered: "Sit down, our monarch and ministers have not talked together for a long time. You two sit next to me and I will chat with you for a while."

"Subject, respect the order." Zhu Jiangyan and Cao Zhen answered in unison, feeling very sad. No matter how the prince Zhu Biao acted, everyone was dissatisfied, after all, the two sides had a nearly twenty years of friendship between the king and the minister. Seeing that the handsome and elegant prince turned into this, why don't you blame fate for making people?

"Don't just say a minister, I don't have much time. If I hadn't been born in the imperial family, I would have called you two brothers." Emperor Antai Zhu Biao sighed, his eyes filled with reluctance when his relatives parted.

Zhu Jiangyan's nose was sore, tears burst out from his eyes, and he replied with a sob: "Long live,... I am here, I dare not."

"Is there anything I dare to dare? I don't like it. Zhu Er, I like the one who said to me that "the tongue can defeat a million soldiers" instead of the customs chief Zhu Jiangyan, who is now timid." Emperor Antai said a little anxiously, and brought out a long list of coughs, and blood flowed out along the corners of his mouth. The eunuch was so panicked that he quickly called the imperial physician to enter.

"No need, God wants to accept me, but the doctor is useless." Emperor Antai waved his hand and repelled the imperial physician who ran into the bedroom, "Don't disturb me, I want to say goodbye to my brothers."

Jinghai Duke Cao Zhen stretched out his finger and put it on Zhu Biao's pulse door. He concentrated his mind and argued for a while. He offended the sound of his cry and put his palm on Emperor Antai's chest and moved up and down. After a while, a wisp of hot air emerged from Cao Zhen's forehead. Emperor Antai's pale face miraculously appeared on his pale face, and he also had some strength to speak.

It is a Taoist guiding technique. The two of Suzhou and Zhu Er were very happy. Maybe Ziyu could save the emperor's life. He had only heard of this unique secret book, and he had never seen anyone implement it. Unlike the deceptive Qigong that sells Dali Pills in the world, the guiding technique can help people relax their muscles and promote blood circulation, and it does have some auxiliary therapeutic effects on difficult diseases.

Emperor Antai realized that he had some strength and reached out to push Cao Zhen's hot palm away. Looking at the sweat on the other person's forehead, he said with pain: "Ziyou can't waste any more effort. I know very well how long God has left me. Leave some strength to leave. I have some important things to explain to you."

Cao Zhen took his order to withdraw his palm. Unless he was a god, he could not save anyone who was sick and blind. His actions could only make Emperor Antai feel more comfortable and suffer less before leaving.

"Ziyou, I have never accepted your advice over the years. Can you blame me in your heart?" Before Cao Zhen could recover, Emperor Antai couldn't wait to ask.

"I dare not." Cao Zhen sat upright and replied seriously.

"Don't give me a tribute, I really would rather call you brother. You don't know how much I miss the days when everyone was roaming on the sea." Zhu Biao protested dissatisfiedly and continued: "Actually, if you don't say it, I know. You both hope that I can implement the new policy without fail, rather than criticizing the new policy like now and hiding the soul of the old policy."

Cao Zhen and Zhu Jiangyan smiled bitterly, but neither made any comments. Emperor Antai was a wise emperor. From the beginning of establishing the shogunate to using the power to forcing the palace, they did not do anything exquisitely. Since the two of them were ministers who Antai relied on, they worked hard for him and were even used by him. They were both reasonable and could not blame others.

"I know you are dissatisfied, and I am also dissatisfied with myself. But after all, I am a descendant of the Zhu family, and I am not as good as you. That's why I envy you for doing what you think and having no worries." Zhu Biao smiled, not caring about the impolite behavior of the two, and continued to say, "Sometimes I think that if I am not the emperor, I will do my best to support the new policy. But I can't, I have to be responsible for the predecessor and for the descendants of the Zhu family. Do you know these difficulties?"

"Long live", Cao Zhen and Zhu Jiangyan seemed to have met Zhu Biao for the first time, and were full of surprise.

Zhu Biao nodded proudly, then looked lonely. "No one can say these words for so many years. Today I say them, I am very happy. The new policy is good for the country, but blindly implementing the new policy will not be the Zhu family's country. The country is between the families, and I am very difficult to do. I have to take the country from my father and lose it like this. How can I go to the nine springs to meet my father?"

"Long live", Cao Zhen sighed and wiped the saliva from Zhu Biao's mouth with his official robe. It was not until this time that the two understood the pain in Zhu Biao's heart. Asked himself, they exchanged their positions with Zhu Biao, and probably had to do the same thing as Zhu Biao, and they might not be as safe as Zhu Biao did.

"Brother, can't you call me Big Brother?" Zhu Biao held Cao Zhen's hand with anticipation, as if the person in front of him was not Cao Zhen, but Zhu Di, the King of Yan who was far away in Peking.

"Brother", Cao Zhen screamed softly, and tears fell into Zhu Biao's hands.

Zhu Biao smiled and looked at Zhu Er, Gusu again with his expectant eyes.

"Big Brother", Su Zhu Er could no longer control himself and let tears roll down his cheeks.

"Brother", Zhu Biao smiled and instantly became more and more energetic. "Brother Yu wanted you to call me that in the navy back then. Today I ask you two to have one thing, not the emperor Zhu Biao, but your water brothers' last wish at the end of their lives." Please pay attention to the drunkard's new book "Homeland"

At this point, Cao and Zhu could no longer think with their brains, so they could only nod their heads and agree. With tears in their eyes, they heard Zhu Biao sighing and orders: "Yunwen is a stupid child, even more stupid than when I first joined the navy. Brother foolishly was worried, so I gave him to you and you two to take care of him. If he could indeed assist, you would assist. If he was not that piece of material, you two could abolish the matter on their own and hand over the country to my fourth brother. In short, don't let the country rise again. I, I have already lost many people in the world in this life."

"Long live", the sound of crying came from Zhu Biao's bedroom, and everyone who heard it was crying.

Under the dark clouds, the wind was raging, as if it was about to crush the entire sky.
Chapter completed!