First Prince of Ming Dynasty

As soon as he left the house, he saw Wang Shijian bowing his body and waiting outside the courtyard. Naturally, the courtiers who had retired could not guard the door.

Of course Wang Shijian didn't want to go face to face again, but after all, he didn't know what to do next, so he wanted to say a few words to His Royal Highness.

When Zhu Biao passed by, he nodded slightly, and the guards at the side allowed Wang Shijian to follow His Royal Highness, and went back to Zhu Biao's bedroom without a word.

After Zhu Biao took his seat, Wang Shijian stood in front of him, and said cautiously: The Holy Majesty ordered the minister to leave immediately tomorrow, what orders does His Highness have?

Zhu Biao asked him to sit down and said, Are you trying to take credit for your merits? Or do you plan to spend your days counting?

Naturally, Wang Shijian didn't dare to sit down, and immediately knelt down and said, I beg Your Highness to give me a chance to pay off my merits!

Zhu Biao nodded in satisfaction and said: There may be risks in it, maybe you will die sooner...

Wang Shijian heaved a sigh of relief when he heard this. If there is no risk, it would be considered a crime. No matter how dangerous it is, he plans to gamble. It is better than worrying day and night to count the arrival of death.

If I die for Your Highness, I will die without complaint!

Zhu Biao nodded in satisfaction and said, Since this is the case, you can set off normally tomorrow, and any orders from the Palace will be conveyed through the guard commander given to you by the Holy Majesty, do you understand?

Wang Shijian readily accepted the order, and retreated with a smile of escape from death on his face. In fact, an imperial envoy with personal army guards could have a life-threatening fart, and Zhu Biao was just trying to appease him.

No one can predict what a desperate person can do. After all, Wang Shijian is an imperial envoy on the bright side. If he knows that he will die, the impact will not be small. Zhu Biao naturally wants to put an end to this situation, and let Wang Shijian Consciously work hard.

After the lunch break, Zhu Biao went to accompany his father to deal with some memorials sent by the capital, and then made preparations for Shengjia's return to Beijing tomorrow morning. After all, the route will change, and the supplies and other things related to it must be budgeted in advance.

After discussing with Han Zheng, Zhu Biao went to report to his father. After seeing it, Zhu Yuanzhang said, Han Zheng is here for you, so we can rest assured.

The escort general is so easy to move, not to mention that there are not many soldiers accompanying the escort. Father should be careful when he goes out. My son has his own plan.

Zhu Yuanzhang said disdainfully: Who do you think your father is, with more than ten thousand elites in his hands, no one can try to please us, and there is still a Han Zheng?

Zhu Biao was speechless for a moment. Old Comrade Zhu was the founding father of the country. He was an upright emperor on horseback. He was worthy of anyone in the world when it comes to commanding troops in battle. He would never need the guard of a mere Marquis of Dongping and Han Zheng.

Thinking of it this way, Zhu Biao accepted it. Even though Han Zheng was not the most outstanding of the founding nobles, he was not an ordinary person. With him by his side, Zhu Biao could indeed feel more at ease.

Han Zheng was also the marshal of the righteous soldiers who gathered troops and ran rampant in the past. Changing the banner with Zhu's surname can be regarded as a brilliant military exploit, and he followed Xu Da in the southern and northern wars.

Of course, the more important thing is that Han Zheng's loyalty can be guaranteed. Back then, when the situation in the world was not clear, he did not adopt a wait-and-see attitude and took the initiative to surrender to Zhu Yuanzhang. This was extremely rare at the time.

After nightfall, Zhu Biao went back to his room to read. After all, he would not be too sleepy at night after sleeping at noon. up.

It was almost time, and Zhao Huai'an was asked to wait for him to wash his feet, and was about to go to bed to rest, when he heard Liu An walking in quickly: Master, there is an urgent letter from the palace!

Zhu Biao stood up very quickly and walked barefoot to receive the letter. If it was a normal letter of greeting, he would not be called an urgent letter, let alone disturb him at night, unless it was about the Crown Princess or Empress Ma.

But although Zhu Biao frowned, he didn't panic too much. After all, the expression of the messenger can explain a lot. Hurry up and report that Zhu Biao didn't see it, but Liu An must have seen it. Explain that it has nothing to do with life and death.

After opening the letter, Zhu Biao asked, Is there any one sent to the Holy Majesty?

Before Liu An could answer, Zhu Biao glanced at Shixing to scan the general content, and then he had a weird look on his face, so he read it again carefully.

Yes, there are letters from His Majesty and His Highness.

At this time, a voice came from outside: The Holy Prince is going to meet with His Royal Highness the Prince.

Seeing Zhu Biao nodding, Liu An went to the door and replied: Your Highness already knows, so I change clothes and go to face the saint.

Zhao Huai'an hurriedly took out his clothes, Zhu Biao put on his back clothes and went out. It was midsummer and he would not be cold if he just wore casual clothes. Zhao Huai'an and Liu An followed behind, both very curious.

At first, I was worried that something happened to the Crown Princess, but seeing that His Highness didn't look angry, I knew it was not a bad thing, but the Holy Majesty was so eager to summon her.

Zhu Biao's bedroom was not far from Zhu Yuanzhang's. After all, it was just a small county office. After Zhu Biao walked in, he saw Lao Zhu circling around the table excitedly, but his expression was also a little weird, and he didn't know whether to be happy or worried.

Seeing his son coming, Zhu Yuanzhang stopped and said, It's a happy event, but it would be great if I could come later.

Zhu Biao also nodded with a wry smile and said, It's God's will, I just hope that the dragon and the phoenix will bring good luck.

The letter just now was sent by Empress Ma, probably written by her own hand, and the handwriting was a little messy. Chang Luohua has been pregnant for four months now, and she is starting to show her pregnancy obviously.

Chang Luohua, who is already tall and tall, is particularly obvious when she shows her pregnancy. She looks bigger than the concubine in the harem who is five or six months pregnant. Empress Ma is naturally nervous, and immediately sends an order to the imperial physician who has experience child to watch.

The final result was that the fetus was a sign of twins. Empress Ma was naturally very happy when she heard it, but suddenly thought of the meaning of this fetus, and suddenly felt a little headache, so she had to send a letter over in a hurry.

Chang Luohua is the concubine of the Eastern Palace. If this child is a male, it is the orthodox of the orthodox. A natural grandson of the emperor, as long as he can grow up safely, he can basically be recognized as the future heir of the Ming Dynasty. After all, the crown prince is inconceivably stable. A son is as valuable as his father.

But now that the twins are born into the world, if they are both males, it will be difficult to deal with. Even though there is an order, they are all serious sons. If there are disputes in the future, it will be extremely difficult to reconcile.

What's more, the appearance of the twins will not be too different, which is also a taboo for the future emperor. To be honest, Zhu Biao would rather have an ordinary son or daughter than this auspicious one.

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