Ming Dynasty: The Jingnan Rebellion has just been successful, and Zhu Yuanzhang has been resurrected

Chapter 17 Yingtianfu, I have to go back eventually
Ma Sanbao, with a smile on his face, trotted over to Zhu Yunhuan and said, "Your Highness, the kite is ready!"

"Oh!" Zhu Yunhuan nodded, looking lonely.

Ma Sanbao was stunned, wondering, "What's going on?"

When he left just now, he clearly saw that Zhu Yunhuan was in a very good mood. How come he became so sad in the blink of an eye?

What happened during his absence?
After hesitating for a moment, he asked cautiously, "Your Highness, what happened?"

Zhu Yunhuan looked up at Ma Sanbao with a bitter face and said, "Sanbao, my twelfth uncle is dead. Please help me prepare some mourning clothes and some wine."

Standing in front of your nephew's door doesn't mean you are a family without a son.

He could not go to Jingzhou to keep vigil for Zhu Bai, but he could still pay tribute to him within the high walls of Fengyang.

"Prince Xiang is dead!"

Ma Sanbao was startled, then nodded: "Okay!"

Zhu Yunhuan took a deep breath, raised his head and looked towards Yingtian Prefecture, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Oh, what a well-behaved and filial grandson of the saint."

After a while.

Ma Sanbao brought mourning clothes and wine.

Zhu Yunhuan put on his mourning clothes, found a clean open space and sat down. He waved to Ma Sanbao and said, "Sanbao, come, sit down and have a drink with me."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Ma Sanbao nodded and sat down next to Zhu Yunhuan.

"Gudong. Gudong"

Zhu Yunhuan picked up the wine jar, took a big gulp, and said, "Sanbao, have you ever regretted following me?"

Ma Sanbao shook his head, his expression firm: "Being able to follow His Highness in this life is truly the greatest fortune in my life. How can I regret it?"

"hehe!"

Zhu Yunhuan smiled, patted Ma Sanbao on the shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, we won't stay here forever. One day, we will return to Yingtian Prefecture. Then, all your efforts will be rewarded."

He didn't know whether what Ma Sanbao said was true or false, but he felt very comfortable listening to it.

Moreover, Ma Sanbao took care of him meticulously and without any disrespect.

So, just take it seriously for now.

"Respond to Tianfu?"

Ma Sanbao felt bitter in his heart.

He knew very well what the Fengyang Walls were. Once he entered, he would never be able to leave in his lifetime.

However, looking at Zhu Yunhuan in front of him, he opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.

He didn't know what position Zhu Bai held in Zhu Yunhuan's heart, but he had just seen Zhu Yunhuan's lonely expression, and he thought that Zhu Yunhuan must be feeling very uncomfortable at this moment.

Just fantasize, it's always good to be able to alleviate some pain.

Why should he be the bad guy?

Zhu Yunhuan saw that Ma Sanbao was silent and knew that he did not believe what he said. He shook his head and did not explain too much. He raised the wine jar and drank the spicy wine again.

Ma Sanbao didn't say anything either, and just drank with Zhu Bai.

Time passes minute by minute.

Before they knew it, the six jars of wine were empty.

Zhu Yunhuan burped, staggered to his feet, looked up at Peking, and said drunkenly, "Sanbao, do you think Fourth Uncle will raise an army?"

"Raise an army?" Ma Sanbao was stunned. He shook his head and stepped forward to support Zhu Yunhuan. "Your Highness, you are drunk. Let me help you to rest."

Peking!

Prince Yan's Mansion.

Zhu Di stood in front of a huge sand table, frowning and planning the troop route.

He is not a man of indecision.

Since we have decided to rebel, we naturally need to make preparations in advance.

He knew very well that time was running out and Zhu Yunwen might attack him at any time, so he did not dare to waste even a minute.

There was a knock on the door, and the voice of the guard Zhang Wu came from outside: "Your Highness, there is a secret letter from Jingzhou."

"Jingzhou? Isn't that the fiefdom of the Twelfth Brother?" Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, then a look of joy appeared on his face. "Could it be that Twelfth Brother has figured it out?"

He also knew the gap between himself and Zhu Yunwen, so he had been actively contacting his brothers in private, planning to work together to drive Zhu Yunwen off the throne or force Zhu Yunwen to give up the reduction of the feudal system.

As Zhu Di's younger brother who had been raised by him since childhood, Zhu Bo naturally entered Zhu Di's vision early on. He was very confident that as long as he opened his mouth, Zhu Bo would definitely help him unconditionally.

However, when Zhu Di wrote a letter to Zhu Bo with full confidence, the result surprised him. Not only did Zhu Bo not respond to his call, he even advised him to give up some unrealistic ideas as soon as possible.

Zhu Di was furious and cursed at Zhu Bo, saying that he had raised an ungrateful person.

Brothers fighting tigers, father and son go into battle.

Although he had unpleasant experiences, Zhu Bo still occupied a very important position in Zhu Di's heart.

At this time, Zhu Bo received a letter, and Zhu Di was very happy.

"This kid Twelve deserves to be punished."

"Now that the reduction of vassal states has fallen on us, we feel the pain."

Zhu Di opened the door with a smile.

"Your Majesty!"

Zhang Wu bent down and presented the letter.

Zhu Di reached out to take the letter and waved at Zhang Wu.

Zhang Wu bowed and walked away.

Zhu Di closed the door again, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "Let me see what happened to Twelve. This brat is not someone who changes his attitude easily."

"Shhhhh!"

The letter was opened.

Zhu Di looked up with a smile on his face. The first line of words froze his smile, and he felt as if struck by lightning: "Prince Zhu Bo of Xiang burned himself to death."

"This, this, this"

"How could this be?"

"Twelfth Brother"

Zhu Di suppressed his grief and read the contents of the letter. Then he shook all over and could hardly stand. He thought that what he was waiting for was the good news that Zhu Bai wanted to join forces with him, but he did not expect that what he was waiting for was the bad news of Zhu Bai's death.

"Fourth brother, when I grow up, I will fight the Northern Yuan bandits with you."

"Father, please don't hit Fourth Brother. This is all my fault."

"Fourth brother, you are getting married. Can you still take me with you to play in the future?"

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Scenes from the past came flooding back like a tide.

Zhu Di was stunned, tears silently sliding down his cheeks: "Twelfth brother, how could you be so confused? Why can't you let it go?"

There was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the door.

Zhu Gaochi's voice rang out: "Father, can I come in?"

Then, the voices of Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui rang out: "Father!"

Then, the voices of Yao Guangxiao, Zhang Yu, Zhu Neng, and others rang out: "Your Highness!"

not long ago.

They received news that King Zhu Bo of Xiang had committed suicide by burning himself.

Thinking of the relationship between Zhu Bo and Zhu Di, everyone couldn't sit still.

Now is the critical moment to raise the army, and Zhu Di must not let anything happen.

Zhu Di wiped away his tears and rubbed his cheeks fiercely. Then he stepped forward to open the door and forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "Why are you all here?"

(End of this chapter)