Time Travel: After Seizing the Throne, I Lead the Ming Dynasty to Take Off

But it was only with his brain that Zhou Dexing was able to trick him into coming over.

Zhu Yunhuan didn't keep the secret and directly said what Zhu Gui hadn't said: "Besides, Zhou Dexing still has troops in Fujian, right?"

"You know this too!?"

Zhu Yu exclaimed subconsciously, but immediately covered his mouth again, realizing that he had said the wrong thing again.

Zhu Yunhuan sneered, shook his head and complained: "Seventh Uncle, your acting is really not that good."

He then said bluntly: "You, the King of Qi, are good at fighting. You have a lot of troops in Qingzhou. Add to that Zhou Dexing's troops. If you can stir up trouble in Yingtian Prefecture, taking advantage of the fact that we are caught off guard and it will take time to mobilize troops, it is not impossible to attack us."

"No, you also..."

Zhu Yu wanted to speak, but immediately shut his mouth.

Cold sweat broke out on my back.

At this time, he also realized that Zhu Yunhuan had already figured out his and Zhou Dexing's plans and plots yesterday...

"I have just ascended the throne, and there are some things I may not understand. I need to ask Uncle Seventh, how should this crime of treason and usurpation of the throne be punished?"

Zhu Yunhuan asked calmly.

Zhu Yu was stared at teasingly by Zhu Yunhuan. He swallowed his saliva and pursed his lips tightly.

He stared intently at the young man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel shocked - his back was straight, his demeanor was extraordinary, and although his eyes were filled with a faint smile, they gave people a feeling as deep as the abyss.

It's completely different from what I remembered seeing it a few years ago!

at the same time.

He also noticed something else.

The people who came to find him, or to question him, were not the group behind the "puppets" as he thought. Not even one of them showed up! In other words...

This matter was completely handled by Zhu Yunhuan himself!!!

This little bastard.

It was all fake before!!

Zhu Yu's legs went limp and he fell to the ground. He was silent for a moment, then he stopped struggling and played the family card: "Yunhuan...Seventh Uncle was your father back then. My eldest brother brought you up. We are blood relatives!"

Zhu Yunhuan saw that the threats were almost enough, so he smiled faintly: "Seventh Uncle, what are you talking about? Of course, blood is thicker than water between us, so for things like this, if I say it is, it is, and if I say it is not, then it is not."

"I came to see Uncle Seventh only to ask him to call my cousins ​​over so that they can show their filial piety to Grandpa Emperor."

"After the Emperor's funeral, Uncle Seven will return to guard Qingzhou."

"It depends on where you want to go."

After saying that, Zhu Yunhuan helped Zhu Gui up.

Zhu Yu stood up in a daze. Perhaps because he hadn't reacted for a moment, a string in his heart secretly loosened, and he subconsciously responded: "Let them attend the funeral and mourn for the emperor. This is of course only natural. I will..."

But he suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Nothing else.

I got it.

To put it more clearly, what this little bastard Zhu Yunhuan meant was:

The rebellion could be temporarily suspended, but he reserved the right to pursue it at any time. He called his sons to come and perform filial duties, and after that he returned to Qingzhou, which meant that his sons would not return.

Hold both of his handles in your hands.

Isn't this just using him as a knife to hit wherever you point it?

Disobedient? — Traitor! Cut off the power of the feudal lords! Kill the whole family.

At this moment, there were only ten thousand alpaca horses left in Zhu Yu's stomach.

This guy is not a "waste" at all, he is a fox with a black heart. If you put him in front of you, black water will definitely gurgle out of him!

"Seventh Uncle?"

"What's going on here?"

Zhu Yu's thoughts were brought back by Zhu Yunhuan's gentle voice.

Although he knew what Zhu Yunhuan was going to do, the current situation did not allow him to refuse, otherwise he would be accused of "rebellion".

Zhu Gui prepared himself mentally.

He forced an ugly smile and said, "Of course. Uncle Seven will write a letter right away and ask those little bastards to come and show their filial piety to their grandfather."

Zhu Yunhuan raised his eyebrows: "Seventh Uncle is filial, the Emperor will surely be pleased."

"Oh, and there's one more thing. Zhou Dexing doesn't have a single soldier near Yingtian Prefecture. He has no chance of winning. What do you think he wants to do?"

After knocking, Zhu Yunhuan kindly reminded Zhu Gui.

Then he slowly turned and left.

As the door to the side hall was closed, a burst of extremely angry curses with a strong motherly tone came from behind: "Zhou Dexing! You *&*￥$@*... You old bastard &*￥%@... I %￥@*&..."

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at the same time.

The central hall of the Qianqing Palace, the mourning hall.

"Fine silk is just wrapped around a few seedlings, and so many ice cubes are moved to the scorching sun to melt."

Zhu Yuanzhang paced back and forth in the mourning hall, observing the situation outside boredly. He frowned when he saw the palace servants outside carrying ice cubes one by one under the scorching sun - what a luxury, too luxurious!

It’s no wonder that Zhu Yuanzhang felt distressed.

After all, in this era.

All the land used for farming is not enough to feed the people, so the output of cotton and silk is naturally low. Moreover, the silk weaving industry is not efficient.

Not to mention high-quality silk, even ordinary cloth is not cheap.

As for ice, it had to be transported from the north in winter at the cost of manpower and material resources and stored in the ice cellar of the imperial palace, which was even more expensive.

Not to mention some flowers and plants.

Even Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang himself did not dare to do this.

"This, this, this, this..."

Zhu Yuanzhang really wanted to start cursing.

However, thinking that Zhu Yunhuan had the ability to make glass, he swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

However, he had always been careful with the little annual income of the national treasury, and he could not bear to see this scene. He was like those old people in the 21st century who were used to hardship and were extremely frugal even when there was an abundance of resources.

At this moment.

There were three long and two short knocks on the door outside.

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyebrows, but he was not too panicked. This rhythm was Jiang Li's.