Ming Dynasty: Ask Zhu Yuanzhang to abdicate at the beginning

Chapter 82 A truly scheming person! The past!
As soon as Zhu Di left, only Yao Guangxiao and Zhu Yunhuan were left in the room.

Yao Guangxiao closed his eyes and moved his lips slightly, as if he was reciting Buddhist scriptures, but no sound came out.

Zhu Yunxun, lying on the bed, also closed his eyes and rested.

Before that, I had instructed the craftsmen to work and thought about many matters such as printing banknotes, which took a lot of effort.

The battle with Zhu Di just now seemed normal, but it was actually very exhausting.

These sons of Lao Zhu generally inherited Lao Zhu's personality.

Each of them seems to be generous and magnanimous, and their emotions are expressed freely.

Sometimes he would fly into a rage, sometimes his eyebrows would dance with joy, sometimes he would sing loudly and dance with excitement...

All emotions are expressed in the facial expression and shown between the eyebrows and eyes.

People who are good at observing people's words and expressions can easily analyze what others are thinking from their tone, expression, and behavior.

From this we can conclude that this person is not a scheming person and is a man of temperament.

After all, it’s easy for people to have preconceived notions.

I always thought that people with deep scheming would never show their emotions on their faces or express them in words.

How can people like them, who can't hide anything in their hearts and whose emotions are written on their faces, be scheming people?
however.

Anyone who really has such an idea has been deceived by the way they behave.

Who says that a person with a passionate personality cannot also be scheming?
Who says that people who show their emotions on their faces can't really hide what's in their hearts?
If everyone can see that this person is scheming, then how can this person be called truly scheming?
A true master always looks ordinary on the surface.

Old Zhu is such a person. He expresses his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness freely and does not look like he has any deep thoughts at all.

As Zhu Di's son, he inherited some of Zhu's abilities.

But how much of the joy, anger, sorrow, and other emotions they express are real, how much are fake, and how much are just acting, probably only they themselves know.

It's not easy to have a face-to-face conversation with such a person!

Zhu Yunhuan couldn't help but think of his adopted brother Zhu Yunwen, who was also a master actor.

This is probably because the Zhu family has such good genes!
However, compared to Zhu Yuanzhang's ability to drink freely, express his emotions as he pleases, and control his emotions at will, Zhu Yunwen was only good at pretending to be kind, filial, and loyal.

Compared in this way, he is far inferior to Lao Zhu.

Zhu Yunhuan felt very tired.

Lying in bed is more tiring than working for a whole day, and I racked my brains.

At this moment, just take advantage of this gap, empty your mind, think about nothing, and give yourself a moment of peace.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The room was exceptionally quiet.

Yao Guangxiao still stood there, motionless as a mountain.

Monk Daoyan's Zen skills are quite real and he is very patient.

More than half an hour passed.

Perhaps he had finished silently reciting a Buddhist scripture, and finally said, "Your Highness the King of Wu has gone to great lengths to bring this poor monk to your palace, so you don't intend to say anything?"

Zhu Yunxun laughed and said, "Didn't I just say that I pushed you out here just to save my fourth uncle?"

Monk Daoyan raised his eyelids slightly and said slowly: "There are no outsiders here, only this poor monk and Your Highness."

"You just said those things to deceive King Yan, but why do you have to say them in front of me?"

"Although the actions of the Prince of Yan the other day were wrong, they were approved by His Majesty. He was deliberately testing you to see what you are capable of."

"Besides, your majesty has always loved his son."

"The King of Qin made a serious mistake, but he was only punished with a beating."

"How could the King of Yan be stripped of his title for such a small matter?"

The prime minister in black is still extraordinary.

Zhu Yunhuan looked at his face, which looked like a sick tiger and different from that of an ordinary person, and said with a smile:

"You just said that you only know how to eat vegetarian food and chant Buddhist scriptures all day long, and you don't know how to make plans. Now you say this, how do you explain it?"

"Amitabha!" Monk Daoyan chanted the Buddha's name softly, clasped his hands together, and said, "The Buddha's teachings are boundless, and the supernatural powers are immeasurable."

"I recite Buddhist scriptures all day long. Over time, I will be able to gain some wisdom from Buddhism."

"It is so amazing that one can use this to dispel illusions and comprehend worldly affairs."

What a convincing argument!
Debating was indeed the monk's strong point. Zhu Yunhuan was too lazy to continue the debate with him.

He went straight to the point and said, "I summoned you to my house because I value your talent and want to save your life."

"If not, you would have been beheaded and your body torn into pieces by now!"

"This is all my kindness. Don't take my kindness for granted."

"It's true that the Emperor loves his son, but he won't hesitate to kill a monk like you."

"Amitabha!" The black-robed monk chanted the Buddha's name again and said, "Your Majesty will not have any mercy on this poor monk."

"But I am just an outsider, unknown."

"Your Majesty is busy with many things every day. All you worry about are the important affairs of the court and the priorities of the country."

"How could you know that a little-known monk like me would deliberately order the killing of me?"

"Unless His Royal Highness Prince Wu suggests it to His Majesty!"

Depend on!
It’s true that nothing can be hidden from you, an old fox!
So cunning!

It seems that it won’t work without a big move.

Zhu Yunhuan said in a deep voice: "Then do you think you should be killed?"

His tone had changed, straight as a knife.

"Life and death, the future, have their own cause and effect, implicitly containing the will of heaven." Yao Guangxiao said calmly: "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, and you follow the will of heaven."

"How to act is determined by heaven. How can I judge it?"

The blow hit the cotton.

Zhu Yunhuan laughed coldly and said, "I heard that although you became a monk, you did not practice Buddhism. Instead, you worshipped a Taoist priest as your teacher, specialized in Yin-Yang magic, and were proficient in divination, fortune-telling, astronomy, and strategy. Is this true?"

This time, a strange color clearly flashed across the black-robed monk's half-closed black eyes.

He seemed surprised that Zhu Yunhuan knew his past.

You must know these things, and very few people know them.

However, the secret agents or inspectors of the Imperial Guard should not find out.

He clasped his hands together and said, "To be honest with you, King Wu, this is indeed the case."

"When I first entered Buddhism, I thought that I could learn from other people's experience to polish jade."

"Practicing Taoism is to better worship Buddha!"

"Your Highness the King of Wu has lived in the palace for a long time, yet he knows everything about me. I admire him, but I am also ashamed of him!"

"I am a poor monk with little knowledge and low status, and I am unworthy of such attention from His Majesty the King of Wu."

Zhu Yunhuan raised the corner of his mouth, smiled happily, and said: "Not only do I know these, I also know another thing."

He narrated it slowly, as if he was telling a story.

"There was once a demon monk who, when he first met the King of Yan, said he would give him a 'white hat'."

"Master Daoyan should know what this "King's Whiteness" means, right?"

"The King of Yan rebuked the evil monk on the surface, but secretly he thought highly of him and had close dealings with him."

"I also brought him to Peking, and he stayed by my side forever."

"Participate in confidential matters and plan major events."

"Tell me, what is King Yan thinking about?"

"Do you really want to become the King and ascend to the throne of the Ninth Five-Five Supreme Being?"

"After all, he is also the son of the Emperor. It is normal for him to have some thoughts as a dragon son."

"But if the Emperor knew about this, it would be hard to say how he would react."

"And this evil monk."

"Master Daoyan, do you think he has committed the crime of treason? Should he be cut into pieces or torn into pieces by five horses?"

Zhu Yunxun asked in a calm tone.

As the voice fell, Yao Guangxiao's eyes, which had been half-closed, suddenly opened completely.

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(End of this chapter)