I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

Zhu Pangpang and Zhu Zhanji subconsciously took a step back to prevent Chi Yu from being harmed later.

"Who else can I call my son? Of course it's that beautiful as a fairy, wise as Zhuge, whoops..."

Zhu Zhangui licked his face and was about to flatter, Zhang picked up the feather duster in his hand and hit it down.

This was a solid blow, and Zhu Zhangui, who was in pain, couldn't help but roared in pain, and started to run away.

"Don't run, kneel down for me, if you dare to run, don't recognize me as a mother in the future."

Seeing that Zhu Zhangui was about to run away again, Mrs. Zhang waved the feather duster and shouted angrily.

Zhu Zhangui stopped immediately and knelt on the ground obediently.

Mrs. Zhang stepped forward a few steps, picked up the feather duster, and slapped Zhu Zhangui on the back.

"Snapped!"

"I let you run away from home!"

"Snapped!"

"I let you for so many years, and I didn't even reply to a letter."

"Snapped!"

"I'll let you……"

One, two, three...

Mrs. Zhang slapped her mouth and counted.

The angry voice also slowly turned into a choked sob.

Zhu Zhangui knelt on the ground without saying a word, allowing his mother to beat him.

I don't know how many hits, Zhang burst into tears, threw away the feather duster, hugged Zhu Zhangui, and burst into tears.

"You bastard, why are you so cruel?"

"Do you know how worried my mother is about you?"

"Do you know how worried my mother is?"

In the end, Mrs. Zhang couldn't speak when she cried, so she hugged Zhu Zhangui, and beat her with her fist while crying.

Chapter 6: Ordered by Heaven, Longevity and Prosperity

"It hurts... it hurts... it hurts, come here, my mother, be gentle..."

East Palace, Zhu Zhangui's room.

Zhu Zhangui's wailing sounded in the house.

"Hmph, now I know it hurts, this time I will teach you a lesson, to see if you dare to sneak away in the future."

Mrs. Zhang, who was applying the medicine to Zhu Zhangui, snorted softly, and eased the movement of her hands a little.

"You are so ruthless, look at the back, is there a good spot?"

Zhu Pangpang, who was holding the medicine box, looked at the red marks on his son's back, feeling very distressed.

"I can't remember it if it doesn't hurt, so I want him to remember it long."

Putting good medicine on the last red mark, Mrs. Zhang wiped off the excess medicine with a gauze towel, still speaking angrily.

"It's really time for him to have a long memory!"

Zhu Pangpang nodded in agreement, and put the medicine box on the table.

"You don't know, today I was almost scared to death by this brat."

Covering Zhu Zhangui with a gauze, Mrs. Zhang took a bowl of porridge, scooped up a spoon and blew lightly, fed Zhu Zhangui, and said curiously:

"What can scare you like this? Does the old man want to take the money all by himself?"

"It's not about the money."

Zhu Pangpang shook his head, and pointed at Zhu Zhangui who was lying on the bed and eating porridge happily.

"After the old man took the money today, he asked your son what he wanted? Guess what this kid said."

Zhang replied without raising her head, "How do you say it?"

Thinking of the scene this morning, Zhu Pangpang said with lingering fear: "Your son actually asked the old man, is it okay to take the throne?"

"Good guy, I was almost scared to death at that time. My heart was in my throat, and I was afraid that the old man would get angry on the spot."

After giving her husband a blank look, Mrs. Zhang patted Zhu Zhangui's head proudly.

"My son is still very good, much better than your father. If you put this on your father's head, let alone say it, your father would not even dare to think about it."

"That's right, don't look at whose son I am. If I had been cowardly at the time, I wouldn't be worthy of your mother's training of me."

"Cuckoo~"

Zhu Zhangui's flattery made Mrs. Zhang giggle.

After laughing, tap Zhu Zhangui's forehead.

"I can't bring this up again in the future. The old man received the money today, and he is in a good mood, so he doesn't care about you. If it is normal, the old man will not care about you because you are a grandson, but he will definitely alienate you." You, even your father will be punished accordingly, you can't talk nonsense about this in the future, you know."

"Hehe, mother, don't worry, I know it well."

The reason why Zhu Zhangui boldly stated that he wants the throne is actually the main purpose of leaving a signal in Zhu Di's heart that he wants to compete for the position of grandson.

As the saying goes, a soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier.

This sentence can also be used on the prince.

If you don't want to be the emperor's prince, you are not a qualified prince.

Ordered by heaven, you will live forever.

No man can resist the temptation of these eight words.

Maybe there are people who don't like being an emperor, but Zhu Zhangui is definitely not among them.

History has proved that it was a very wrong choice for Zhu Zhanji to be emperor.

Of course, apart from his short life, Zhu Zhanji is indeed a very good emperor.

But what made posterity criticize him was that he gave birth to a son of the God of War.

Thinking of the nephew of the Great Ming God of War, Zhu Zhangui wished he could find that girl surnamed Sun and kill her right now.

"By the way, how much money do you have left, son?"

Regarding the matter of the throne, the three of them just had a brief chat and then stopped mentioning it.

After all, these two words are too sensitive.

Although the three of them talked about this matter in a joking tone, they are not allowed to be passed on to Zhu Di by someone with a heart, which will make the old man feel bad.

"There are less than 2000 million taels left, what's the matter? Mother, you need money. I'll send someone to send over 100 million taels tomorrow. Spend it slowly."

Mrs. Zhang shook her head, and fed the last spoonful of porridge into Zhu Zhangui's mouth.

Taking out the handkerchief, he wiped the corners of Zhu Zhangui's mouth and said:

"There is still some money in the palace, and there is no place to spend a lot of money. I asked you how much money you have. I want you to put it away. Your grandfather is a big spender. The money he took away, with his tossing It won’t take a few years. Once it’s all spent, be careful he’ll hit you again.”

Zhu Pangpang also nodded in agreement.

"Your mother is right. Once your grandfather has money in his hand, if he spends it, it will be gone."

"Every year, the tax collected by the imperial court is almost spent by your grandfather before the Ministry of Households has warmed it up. Over the years, if it weren't for my efforts to stabilize the political situation with a few ministers, the imperial court's finances would have been long ago. It just collapsed."

"So you have to be careful, kid, and don't be raised like a fat sheep by your grandpa."

Speaking of this, Zhu Pangpang looked outside the door, and under Zhang's white eyes, he moved to Zhu Zhangui's ear.

"You haven't been at home for a few years, and you don't know your grandfather's character. Your grandfather is really disrespected by his relatives for the grand goal in his heart."

"If you had to choose between his plan and his grandson, I can tell you with certainty that he would sacrifice your grandson."

Speaking of this, Zhu Pangpang paused, looked at Zhu Zhangui and said seriously: "Don't trust your grandfather's guarantee too much. Back then, King Ning believed in your grandfather's guarantee, and that's why he was cheated so badly."

The old man's warning reminded Zhu Zhangui of a sentence.

The son is sick, you should encourage him.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhu Zhangui yawned, endured some pain in his back, and was dragged by his father to Fengtian Temple.

Today is the day of the Great Court Assembly, and it is also the day of meeting foreign envoys from various countries.

According to Ming Dynasty Fenghua, this should have happened when Zheng He returned from his three voyages to the West.

It's just that because of Zhu Zhangui's appearance, Zheng He didn't come back for the second time, and it was abruptly two or three years late.

The reason why Zhu Zhangui believes that this is the Ming Dynasty in the glory of the Ming Dynasty.It's because his father Zhu Pangpang is exactly the same as that Lord Di.

The old man is [-]% similar to that Teacher Wang.

Plus my cheap big brother Zhu Zhanji, second and third uncles, and the looks of some familiar people.

Only then did Zhu Zhangui affirm that what he came to was the Daming in its glory, not the Daming in history.

Thinking of this, he poked Zhu Pangpang who was walking in front.

"Father, have you brought any women back these days?"

"What?"

Zhu Pangpang, who was a little out of breath, was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly said: "It seems to be something like this, but I haven't seen it before."

After speaking, he put his hand on Zhu Zhangui's shoulder.

"Son, I can't walk anymore, please help me quickly."

Looking at the fat body of his father, Zhu Zhangui shook his head helplessly, and the little eunuch stretched out his hands to support his father, and walked slowly towards Fengtian Hall.

At the same time, he wondered, should he kill this man named Sun in advance?

Chapter 7: The dog lifts the door curtain, all with one mouth.

When they came to Fengtian Hall, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty had already been waiting there.

"I've met His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, His Highness the Second Sun Emperor!"

"You are free!"

Zhu Pangpang nodded with a smile, and Zhu Zhangui bowed back.

"My lords, good morning!"

"His Royal Highness Second Emperor, good morning!"

After the ceremony between the two parties, Zhu Pangpang started a private conversation with the six ministers.

As for what to say?

Zhu Zhangui can understand it with his feet, it's nothing more than the money.

Zhu Pangpang originally wanted to discuss the use of the money with the officials of the six departments last night, but considering that his daughter-in-law was still angry at home, he decided to take his second son back first, and then discuss it with the officials of the six departments the next day.

Zhu Zhangui was not interested in participating in the small meeting of several people.

He nodded to the officials around him, smiled and walked towards Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui who were standing at the front of the crowd with their hands clasped in their sleeves.

"Second uncle, third uncle, good morning."

"Humph!"

Zhu Gaoxu hummed twice as a response.

Zhu Gaosui was a little better and greeted with a smile.

"Second Uncle, have you finished moving yesterday?"

Squeezed between the two, Zhu Zhangui grabbed Zhu Gaoxu's shoulders.

"Snapped!"

Raising his hand to knock off Zhu Zhangui's hand, Zhu Gaoxu reprimanded with a straight face: "I am your second uncle, no big or small."