MTL - First Prince of Ming Dynasty-Chapter 804 Frontier

  Chapter 804 Frontier Seal

Mingsheng's performance is also an important reason why Zhu Biao can still decide a frontier at his will this time. If Mingsheng is reversed this time, even though no one dares to say what to do with the prince, some of his decisions It is also inevitable to be questioned.

   As a monarch, if you want to convince your subjects from the bottom of your heart, you must prove that you have the knowledge of people, you can use people, you have the power to drive people, you have the heart of others, and you have the virtue of being able to convince others.

  Undoubtedly, Zhu Biao has all of them now, so some people may be dissatisfied with this decree, but it will definitely be passed smoothly, and the six departments will not have any objections.

  The only thing is that Wu Xun may have an idea. Guizhou is different from other state capitals. The rebellion initially decided that the chieftain would defend himself with troops, and it would definitely not work to send civil servants to rule it.

If the Governor's Mansion of the Ministry of War recommends him, it must be a prince from Huaixi, which is not what Zhu Biao wants to see. With the current prosperity of Huaixi's martial arts, another person who controls the power of the province's soldiers and horses is added. Feng Jiang, then he might have to worry for a few moments before going to bed every night.

  Wu Xun, who was not from Huaixi, has already assumed important positions. Although the positions may not sound prominent, they are guarding the most critical positions to ensure that the palace can still sleep.

  Therefore, there are not many people who can still choose. After thinking about it, Nahachu, who has just joined the role and is still very sincere, stands out.

   To fully integrate, at least several generations of mutual marriage are needed. In recent decades, he can only rely on the monarch to gain a foothold in Daming and ensure the transmission of the title.

Let Liu Jin send the memorial to Jinshen Hall to ask Lao Zhu to seal it. The father and son had a brief discussion on this matter before, but they were still a little hesitant. But at this time Zhu Biao made his mind clear, and Lao Zhu would naturally agree. It is a candidate plan, and it is only implemented now.

  Zhu Biao stood up and asked, "What's going on with Chen Liangyuan? Is there any sign of mobilization?"

  Liu An went out to ask a few words and came back to report: "If you go back to the master, there is no good news from Liangyuan, and the slave has already ordered someone to ask the imperial physician."

   Zhu Biao has been staying in the Wenhua Palace for the past two days to handle official business, because the date of Chen Yunqing's delivery is getting closer, and both the imperial doctor and Wen Po said that it will be in these two days.

   Originally, he didn't need to do this, but Chen Yunqing, who was always gentle and docile, felt anxious for some reason, and begged him to accompany her in the East Palace to give birth.

  Under the circumstances that there is no major issue outside and nothing important inside, Zhu Biao is naturally willing to take pity on it. A woman's childbirth is tantamount to going through the gate of hell. Since it can calm her mind and help her childbirth, why not do things.

   Swinging sleeves, stepping out of the palace gate, heading towards Changchun Palace, where Wang Rui's mother and son have now moved there, and it was built by Zhu Biao specially arranged by the Ministry of Industry at the beginning of spring.

  Zhu Biao disliked that their mother's original dormitory was gloomy and opaque, so she simply built a bright one, and planted a lot of flowers and trees that symbolize health and longevity.

People have a feeling of pity and weakness, especially when there is a comparison. The Crown Princess is majestic, in charge of all affairs in the Eastern Palace and Harem, and often meets wives. White and fat, just the mother and son, thin and weak, sick for seven days in ten days.

  Zhu Biao is a husband and a father, so how can he not feel sorry for him? I have searched a lot of famous doctors and prescriptions, but the effect is still mediocre, and he can only nourish and recuperate slowly.

Before reaching the Changchun Palace, I met Liangyuan Hongjila Zhula who was jumping up and down, accompanied by silver bell-like laughter, turning around and jumping upside down from time to time, happily teasing the little palace maid who was chasing her behind them.

   "Liangyuan, this servant seems to have seen His Highness in front, please stop jumping..."

That agile figure seemed to be hit by something suddenly, stopped and stopped for a moment, as if confirming softly, then turned around stiffly, put his hands and feet together in a regular manner, and led the panting little palace ladies to avoid Standing by the roadside with bowed head.

  When Zhu Biao approached with his hands behind his back, surrounded by the palace people, Zhula led them to salute together in a polite manner: "The concubine pays homage to His Royal Highness, Your Highness is forever."

  Zhu Biao stopped and smiled and said: "Slow down, don't fall, and be careful not to be seen by the princess, otherwise you have to learn the rules again, and I will not be able to save you then."

One sentence seemed to untie the shackles of the rein, and the figure rushed to Zhu Biao's side very quickly and pulled his sleeve: "Why? It doesn't mean that besides the Great Emperor, you are the greatest person in the Changsheng world. Why? You can't control the princess?"

  She muttered a little discouraged: "Before I came, my mother said that as long as you like me, I don't have to be afraid of anyone. Why can anyone control me now? Is it because you don't like Zhula?"

Zhu Biao couldn't help but patted her head. In fact, she was considered tall. Compared to a child who was just over ten years old, yes, the most beloved jewel in the palm of the head of the Hongji tribe, the noble **** the grassland, Daming Donggong Liangyuan is only this age at present.

  Marriage is like this, it is impossible to always be the same age, just like Duan Qiangna is a few years older than him, these are secondary issues, and will not affect anything.

  But this age is really too young, so Zhu Biao just considers it a younger sister, and doesn't need her to sleep with her, and he doesn't have the habit of restricting her too much, but Chang Luohua feels that he can't be too indulgent, so he often teaches her to behave.

Although it hasn't bloomed yet, there is nothing to say about its appearance. The crazy girl who will run wildly tomorrow and slip into the imperial horse prison from time to time to ride horses and shoot arrows has fairer and more delicate skin than the women in the Jiangnan Water Village. I am very surprised, and I can only say that this clan that has been famous for its beauty for generations is worthy of its reputation.

After ambiguity over this little girl, Zhu Biao continued to head towards the Changchun Palace. How could he have bumped into him by such a coincidence? In addition to being famous for being beautiful, the Hongji assassination tribe also has wisdom passed down from their ancestors. Eighteen queens and sixteen sons-in-law.

  At this age, this girl came from the Mobei Grassland to the Jiangnan Water Village. She bid farewell to her parents and relatives and friends.

But she adapted to everything very quickly, and firmly took root in the palace. She never said that she wanted to go back to the grassland. Not only the husband and wife took good care of her, but even Empress Ma liked her very much. This girl.

It can be said that as long as she doesn't make any big mistakes, she will be able to spend her life in peace. Others may have the idea of ​​fighting, but she doesn't. Smart people know that no matter what, Daming will not There may be a Mongolian queen.

  Zhu Biao visited his son as usual, carefully asked him about eating and drinking, and personally read the pulse case records recorded by the imperial physician. To be honest, he never cared so much about his son-in-law.

   Gently picked up the son, the child is more than one year old, and he is still very light, and he always feels that he has not grown much. Obviously, there are two nannies taking turns to feed him.

   "Chun'er, Chun'er, do you miss Daddy?"

  Chun'er responded vaguely a few times, and occasionally called daddy, but the voice was a little softer, and it was not easy to distinguish, but it can be seen that the mental development is still normal at present, which made Zhu Biao very relieved.

   After talking for a while, she gently placed him on the couch, supported his waist and asked him to try to sit. The nanny also watched carefully and praised him from time to time.

   "It's windy at night in the past few days, the doors and windows must be closed tightly, and the screens should be placed properly, so as not to let him catch a cold."

   "Don't worry, my servants will take good care of your Highness."

   "Well, I know that you have done your best, and I will not begrudge rewards."

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  (end of this chapter)