Rebirth of the Ming Dynasty: Sixth Generation of Glory, I don't want it

Zhu Di asked Ma Sanbao to take his grandson away, and then sent him back. The time in between was neither long nor short.

But Ma Sanbao didn't tell Zhang Xin what they were going to do with the child.

Zhang Xin was very nervous, and the time he spent waiting for Zhu Gaochi to return home seemed extremely long.

In his previous life, Zhanji would not live past the age of 38. Monk Daoyan said this when Zhanji was eight years old.

This time it comes so early, I don’t know if Monk Daoyan is still effective.

What should she do if she still can't make it past March 8th?

Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, there should always be a way to avoid it and hide from it.

If she had to watch Zhan Ji die again.

It would be better to settle it myself now.

There are so many things in Zhang Xin's mind, and none of them is good.

Before she almost drove herself crazy, she finally heard some noise outside and hurried to the door to greet them:

"Your Highness is back. Thank you for your hard work!"

Zhu Gaochi was a little flattered and looked to the west:

"Today, has the sun gone astray?"

"What? The sun sets, how can it be straight if it's not tilted?"

Zhang Xin played dumb and pointed at the shadow on the ground and talked nonsense.

"Wife, you can do it. You are getting naughtier every day. You are rejuvenated!!!"

"You are old! Hurry up! Zhanji was taken away by his father's people today. When he came back, there was an amulet on his neck. Did he show it to Master Daoyan? What did Master Daoyan say?"

Zhang Xin pinched Zhu Gaochi's ear and stopped pretending to be attentive.

"Ah, there is such a thing? I didn't know that!"

Zhu Gaochi seemed even more surprised than Zhang Xin.

"How come you don't know anything!"

Zhang Xin was so angry that he hit Zhu Gaochi's arm twice.

"I'm not always with my father. What does it matter what Master Daoyan said?"

Zhu Gaochi defended himself and asked his own questions.

Zhang Xin seemed to be very interested in Monk Daoyan. Whenever the couple talked about things outside, she would ask a few more questions whenever they mentioned the monk.

"As a mother, how can I not care about this? I worry about lack of food before the baby is born, and I worry about not being able to raise the baby after the baby is born."

Zhang Xin was annoyed.

"What a waste of worry! This woman thinks so much, no wonder she's getting stupider and stupider."

Zhu Gaochi was speechless and choked.

"Forget it, you don't understand!"

Zhang Xin was discouraged, and turned to walk into the house with drooped shoulders. His back looked extremely bleak, which made Zhu Gaochi, who wanted to whet Zhang Xin's appetite, feel guilty:

"You're kidding. I'm here. The master said that our Zhanji is a blessed child."

"Really?"

Zhang Xin turned around, her eyes sparkling.

"Really? It's a blessing for Zhanji to be born in our palace! We all know it without him telling us. Zhanji even peed on the master right there. Obviously, nothing happened when my father and I were holding him. The wet nurse also said that he had just peed."

Zhu Gaochi wanted to laugh whenever he thought about it.

The old monk had never held a child before, and his urine seeped through the diaper and soaked the monk's clothes.

Fortunately, I was wearing a black monk's robe and the weather was hot, so it dried in a short while.

Monk Daoyan also said that he would seal up the clothes when he returned and take them out to embarrass Zhanji in the future.

"Humph!!! I should have peed on you, you actually lied to me!"

After calming down, Zhang Xin began to settle the accounts.

"Monks have always been the most talkative people. Why does my wife care so much?"

Zhu Gaochi was speechless.

Apart from believing in these illusory things, she becomes hostile to people after using them and makes shocking statements at every turn. Is this all due to postpartum problems?

"What you believe may not be what I believe, and what I believe may not be what you believe. Everyone believes in their own things. The other day you told me about your father's dream, and I was always worried that Zhanji would not be able to bear the blessing of the royal grandfather sending things in his dream."

Zhang Xin had already thought of her excuse and had repeated it in her mind countless times, and now that she said it out loud, she felt like she believed it.

"As a grandfather, it's no big deal for me to give something to my grandson. Tsk tsk tsk, you are so short-sighted."

Zhu Gaochi had only heard about his father's dream, but it was just that his father was upset and he dreamed about it at night. He didn't expect that Zhang Xin had been remembering it all the time.

"Then wait for His Highness to give me more things to fill my shallow mind——"

Zhang Xin turned pale and went into the house.

My son is fine, everything is fine.

This time, she finally felt at ease.

"Wan Xiu, reduce the prince's rice by half! Reduce the number of braised pork by two pieces!"

"this--"

Rolling sleeves, who were serving dishes, stopped holding their chopsticks in mid-air.

“No reduction!!!”

"If you don't reduce it today, you won't do it next time!"

"...piece?"

"Three dollars!"

"Then it's still two dollars--"

"Humph!"

"I was wrong. Very wrong!"

"late!"

"..."

~~~~~

In the Yande Palace, while Zhu Gaochi was counting the pieces of meat while eating with a bitter face, the old couple in the Xiaode Palace had already finished their dinner and were drinking tea and chatting in the tea room.

"Daoyan said that Zhanji had great merits and virtues and had the aura of an emperor - but, strangely, Chi'er didn't have that."

Zhu Di looked a little solemn.

There are some things that Monk Daoyan did not say in front of Zhu Gaochi.

When Zhu Zhanji was carried to Zhu Di's study by Ma Sanbao, he passed by the martial arts field and was seen by Zhu Gaochi, who was worried and followed him into the study.

Daoyan only said half of it in front of Zhu Gaochi.

It was not until they were playing chess in the pavilion that they said the half of what they hadn't said.

Monk Daoyan also found it very strange. He should have stayed for the whole afternoon, but after saying these words he went back to his temple, saying that he wanted to meditate for a few days.

"Have you made up your mind to fight for that position?"

Xu did not ask any further questions regarding what Zhu Di said, but went straight to the point.

"I don't know. I am prepared, but my heart is in a mess. Ah Jin, tell me, should I do this or not?"

Zhu Di was also unsure.

When my eldest brother was the crown prince, my father personally built an entire team for him, headed by Lan Yu, Duke of Liang, and relying mainly on the strength of the Chang and Lan families to assist in governing the country.

My eldest brother is well-read and a good person.

All of these brothers respect their eldest brother, and none of them is dissatisfied that their father gave the position to the eldest brother.

At least he himself didn't have any thoughts about it.

But my eldest brother died young.

At that time, he began to have some small thoughts.

The second brother was violent and was scolded by my father more than once. Among the several kings of the Frontier, the second brother's military strength was not as good as that of him and the third brother.

So, at that time, he thought that this position was either his third brother or himself.

Nine vassal kings guarded various places.

To the north are myself and my third brother, and to the next north are my four younger brothers.

The northwest is the second elder brother and three other younger brothers.

The younger brothers in the southwest and Huguang areas are not worth mentioning.

If his father had chosen the third brother at that time, he would not have thought too much about it.

Whether in terms of age, closeness or strength, the third brother deserves the position of crown prince.

If the third brother can only stay in the capital, there must be someone from the Zhu family guarding him outside.

He just guards the border steadily.

But in the end, my father didn't choose my third brother, nor did he choose me.