Daming: Grandpa Emperor, please get up and sit on my throne!

As soon as he and Jiang Li took out the "last will", given the temperament of those Huaixi nobles, the princes of the world would be killed the moment they showed up.

But here's the thing.

A gentleman is innocent unless he possesses a treasure.

If I carry this "last will" in my pocket, the King of Qin, the King of Jin, the King of Yan... or anyone else will know about it, and they will definitely try every means to assassinate me.

Even if everything is safe and sound, if the vassal kings rise up in rebellion, and I tremble and take out the will, and get involved in the chaos in the world, who knows what the outcome will be?

Seeing Dai Sigong's frightened look, Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows and sneered: "If you ask me, you are just a coward."

Dai Sigong's mouth twitched slightly. "I'm sure you're relieved. What a sin I, an old man, have committed!"

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't notice his little expression.

He continued:

"We just need to let the fourth brother know that we have kept this trick in Yingtian Prefecture. That's enough. Of course, we won't let him know which trick or tricks we have kept."

"It's just a deterrent."

"After knowing that we have a backup plan in Yingtian Prefecture, the Fourth Brother will know that if he dares to act rashly, he will only seek his own destruction, so he will not move and dare not move."

Zhu Yuanzhang leaned against the coffin and yawned nonchalantly.

He held a sword in his hand.

You want to chop him.

can.

But you know the consequence is that this sword will definitely strike back at you!

Beijing, Qingshou Temple.

The air is filled with the faint scent of sandalwood, and the ancient and loud bell sounds echo among the curling green smoke, red walls and green tiles.

The most eye-catching features in the temple are the two octagonal brick towers with dense eaves built on the highest point, side by side from east to west. One is the nine-story Haiyun Tower and the other is the seven-story Ke'an Tower.

now.

The square under the twin towers is extremely empty.

There wasn't even a single monk or novice to sweep the floor.

There were only two figures standing by the railing at the edge of the square, looking into the distance.

One of them was wearing a black cassock, with Buddhist beads around his neck and on his hands, looking like a monk.

However, the monk's eye sockets were triangular, and even though his eyes were drooping, he still gave people a sense of ferocity, as if he was a tiger ready to devour anyone at any time.

Standing beside the monk, a middle-aged man in brocade robes with bright eyes slowly spoke:

"Ever since my eldest brother passed away, the Emperor has begun to frequently bring Zhu Yunwen to the Fengtian Hall and Jinshen Hall to study state affairs. He even allows Zhu Yunwen to stand on the Fengtian Hall ceremonial throne during the morning court. In the past, only my eldest brother was qualified to stand there."

"It seems... Master Daoyan's words will be in vain."

It was Zhu Di, the Prince of Yan who had been guarding the border for many years and was enfeoffed in Beiping.

The monk beside him who was called "Master Daoyan" was none other than Yao Guangxiao, the famous "Black-robed Prime Minister" in history.

At this time, he was the abbot of Qingshou Temple in Beiping Prefecture.

Although he was born into a royal family.

But Zhu Yuanzhang was quite strict in educating his princes.

Therefore, like other older princes, Zhu Di not only had to study and write since childhood, but also had to undergo rigorous training. At the age of fourteen or fifteen, he was able to follow generals such as Xu Da into battle to kill the enemy. In the thirteenth year of Hongwu, he was enfeoffed in Beiping to protect the Ming Dynasty.

He guarded the land of Yanbei, resisted the counterattack of the remnant Yuan Empire that was driven north, and participated in and commanded countless battles, large and small.

Just standing here.

It faintly exudes a murderous aura.

However, when talking about Zhu Yunwen, although Zhu Di pretended to be relaxed, the faint loneliness in his tone could not be completely concealed.

As a royal family.

As a descendant of the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang, it would be a lie to say that Zhu Di had no interest in the dragon throne in the Fengtian Hall.

Otherwise, the monk Daoyan who, upon seeing him for the first time, said he would "give him a white hat and let him, the prince, wear it"...

How could I still stay by his side?

The king wears a white hat, and white is added on top of the king.