Chapter 1800 The Bouncing Ball, the Broad-Minded Emperor

The group was accepted, and the leader went to ask for food freely, but this tribe only had a hundred people...but Huang Jinlu and his group had more than fifty people.

The temple is too small and there are too many gods.

Seeing the leader eating a piece of white pancake, Chen Mo went over to share half without hesitation, then turned around and said, "It's not tasty, it's bland, and it's not pancake either."

Seeing him shivering, everyone who was hungry couldn't help it.

"All come, all come!"

For the sake of that little bowl, the people of the tribe started cooking for them.

The meal for more than fifty people can be imagined. The people of the tribe wrapped the white thing with some rattan, and then stirred it vigorously.

After crushing the contents inside, he opened it and saw that it was the raw material of the cake that Chen Mo ate.

A child came and took some white powder and ate it. Huang Jinlu also ate some, but he didn't think the taste was very good.

Then the people of the tribe made these white things into cakes, and then got a pan.

This is an earthen pot, similar to frying and roasting. After the noodles came out, everyone who ate the prey and meat all the way devoured it. They only felt that the stomachs were a little more comfortable.

Talking about Bao Nuan Si, Chen Mo mingled with the natives when he was full, and quickly became friends with the simple and honest smile.

"Ask them if they have that kind of bouncing thing, if they do..."

Huang Jinlu was not in the mood to deal with the natives, so he asked someone to send a message to Chen Mo, and then...then...

Then he saw a ball!

"Throw it over!"

Chen Mo saw a child playing with a small ball, the ball bounced on the ground, and then caught it. It was very interesting, so he shouted cheekily.

The child glanced at him, and Chen Mo hurriedly took out a piece of candy that he was reluctant to eat as a bribe, so he got the ball smoothly.

Seeing him smashing the ball to the ground repeatedly, bouncing higher and higher each time, and laughing, Huang Jinlu cursed in a low voice: "This pig!"

Chen Mo gradually stopped throwing it away. He stared blankly at the small balls that fell again and again and then bounced up again. He turned to look at Huang Jinlu, and the two looked happy almost at the same time.

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Jianshuren, this is the name for Zhu Yun's youngest son.

After Jing Nan succeeded, Zhu Yun and his elder son disappeared, and the remaining youngest son, Zhu Wengui, was still at the age of breastfeeding, and Zhu Di couldn't do anything about it, so he was taken to Fengyang to be raised by others, isolated from the world.

"He doesn't know outside..."

Zhu Zhanji said with some difficulty: "I don't know anything, I haven't even seen cattle and sheep."

The officials were silent, and Zhu Zhanji said with some entanglement: "Zhen... no matter how many mistakes are made, Emperor Wen probably forgot about him..."

Zhu Zhanji had to make a clear statement for Zhu Di, but when he remembered that he was only three years older than that cousin, he was a little entangled.

When he was being held up by everyone and shouted by the emperor's grandson, that child was lonely and helpless in Fengyang, and he didn't even know chickens, ducks, fish, or geese.

"Building a common man does nothing to the country, nor does it harm the country. Let him come out and marry him... Some things need to be settled after all, so let's start with me!"

"His Majesty……"

The ministers were shocked,

Some are relieved, some are apprehensive, some are at a loss...

"Your Majesty, can we discuss this matter again?"

Lu Zhen is very busy, he doesn't touch the ground when he is busy, but he will never ask for leave when it is time to come to discuss matters.

He has nothing to do with etiquette in this matter, and he wondered... Could it be the emperor's gesture?

One of the so-called standards of courtiers is affirmed, and that is to observe words and deeds. Listen to the king's words, figure out the king's mind, and then cater to the king.

This is a courtier!

A courtier in the eyes of Confucianism!

This is the emperor's housework, and it's just the old ministers of the Jianwen Dynasty who are embarrassed, but Xia Yuanji is smiling calmly, who cares!

Jin Youzi came out of the class and said: "Your Majesty, after all, he is... a common man. If someone has ulterior motives, this will be a ready-made banner at that time. I think it's still... so."

If someone takes Zhu Wengui away and pulls up the banner of Emperor Jianwen's son, who knows if someone will follow in rebellion?

Some of the courtiers nodded one after another, and immediately suggested that it would be best to keep it as it was.

Zhu Zhanji listened to these words, then got up and walked to the front, overlooking the officials. He said calmly: "The founding of the Ming Dynasty was not the former Song Dynasty, nor the former Tang Dynasty. It was Emperor Taizu Gao who overcame the thorns and led everyone to promote the Ming Dynasty step by step. Although I am ignorant, I also know what the people want. The world is invincible."

Zhu Zhanji glanced at the officials and said: "If the people's hearts are there, the Ming Dynasty will survive. If the people's hearts are not there, let alone the common people, the people will rise up!"

This...how does it sound like Emperor Wen's speaking style?

The officials were solemn, as if they saw Zhu Di standing there with a paperweight in his hand.

Zhu Zhanji stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a loud voice: "If the emperor has no virtue, the people's livelihood is in distress, and foreign enemies invade, it will be destroyed by heaven! If the people abandon me and take the ordinary people, then I have no virtue, and heaven and man will abandon it. I have no complaints!"

The ministers were shocked, and they couldn't help but look up at the young emperor above, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

This is clearly the way of the king!

The officials stopped talking, and Zhu Zhanji immediately ordered people to go to Fengyang to pass the decree.

This is a broad-minded and brave emperor!

"Is that what the emperor said?"

"Yes, your majesty, His Majesty even sent people to go to Fengyang, saying that he wanted to release Jianshu so that he could marry a wife and have children."

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Nodding his head, he said quietly: "This matter is embarrassing for the emperor, but it is also a good thing to be released."

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"Release the common people, your majesty's mind is admirable, everyone, can you see it? Your majesty's mind!"

Yang Rong said excitedly in the duty room: "Your Majesty doesn't care about past grievances, you think about those in the annals, which ones might survive?"

In the battle for the throne, the loser, let alone being imprisoned, would have no chance of surviving.

"Think about the former Song Dynasty, how many descendants of Song Taizu are there?"

Literati like to look at the change of dynasty from the perspective of conspiracy. The ending of Zhao Kuangyin's sons will naturally be speculated, and then various conspiracy theories will come out.

Politics is never clean, and several ministers thought about this in their hearts, but they felt very relieved.

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"Your Majesty is indeed seeking advantages while eliminating disadvantages, and this alone proves his magnanimity."

There was more eagerness in Xie Jin's eyes, but he smiled bitterly immediately: "This old man is old, but suddenly he has the idea of ​​being an official. It is true that he is a thief if he is old and not dead! Forget it, Dehua, I have to see you in the future." of!"

Fang Xing did not attend this discussion, the news came from Xia Yuanji through Ma Su.

"I didn't expect His Majesty to be so open-minded, but this is a good thing. Toughness can only be on the emperor's side, and it won't last long. After His Majesty releases the common people, those worries will be slightly less, at least they will stand. Afterwards... ..."

"Prince?"

Xie Jin said: "King Jin was abolished and imprisoned in the imperial city. This is enmity. But His Majesty did not immediately give a candidate to succeed King Jin. What does this mean?"

Fang Xing poured him some tea, and then leaned comfortably on the back of the chair.

The breeze blew in through the open windows, and the smell of all things lush was drowsy.

"Your Majesty has some intentions of that, but he is still considering it. It mainly depends on the responses of the various feudal clans."

The hidden meaning in Fang Xing's words made Xie Jin a little dissatisfied. He said, "This is a bit rash. Those vassal kings have been relying on various places for many years. Once there is a storm in various places, who will be exhausted? When the mountains and rivers are broken, after cultivating health and rest, That is another reincarnation, how can revitalize Daming?"

Fang Xing said embarrassingly: "I tried to persuade you, but His Majesty has his own thoughts. You should know that the princes are like invisible chains, which makes Daming a little uncomfortable. Your Majesty must want to break these chains."

"Hurry up, you're too young!"

Xie Jin showed off his veteran qualifications, and pointed out: "If you are an old man, I would advise Your Majesty to take pictures slowly, find their loopholes, cut off the guards first, and then slowly fiddle with them."

This is a solution that everyone can think of, Fang Xing shook his head and said: "Once it starts, those vassal kings are not fools, they will definitely take action, when the time comes..."

Fang Xing felt something in Zhu Zhanji's mind, but he refused to tell Xie Jin.

Xie Jin looked at his words, and snorted coldly: "What are you hiding from the old man? Tell me, is the old man a spy? It's worth it for you to hide it like this."

The older you get, the more curious you become.

Fang Xing said helplessly: "Killing definitely won't solve the problem. There are so many feudal lords, killing them all, or cleaning them up, will ruin their reputation. Why don't you...go out and have a look."

"Going to the West?!" Xie Jin stared at Fang Xing and asked, "You told the old man about this before. If this is the case, those people will be entrusted. Have you thought about the consequences? When the time comes, each will fight for the country and kill each other. Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle."

Fang Xing smiled and said: "The meat always rots in the pot. Besides, who can say clearly about the future, hold the strategic locations in your hands, and let them manage the rest? It's like His Majesty today. As I said, if the people of the Ming Dynasty are living in poverty, why not let people of the same origin collect it."