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

"What does Master Daoyan mean?"

"I've followed the prince for several years, and I've rarely seen him so angry. This is clearly very wrong. Why did Master Daoyan stop me?"

Qiu Fu showed confusion on his face and asked with a frown.

Monk Daoyan stood at the entrance with one hand behind his back, his dark cassock standing out against the white snow on the training grounds. He looked calm and composed, raising an eyebrow as he said, "Your Highness's ambitions are clear. He is the tiger of the Northern Frontier, and he will be the king of the world. There is no need for us to say more."

"Your Highness is so angry."

"It's simply that the person in the private residence has already made his stance clear, tacitly agreeing that the new emperor of Yingtian Prefecture should sit in that position. Furthermore... the person in the private residence even wants the prince to approve of this as well."

Qiu Fu took a deep breath and said in disbelief, "Your Majesty... that person is actually going to let go!?"

Monk Daoyan said, "It's as expected."

Monk Daoyan saw everything that had happened in the past few days.

As the emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally hoped that the Ming Dynasty would be stable.

In the eyes of his courtiers, Emperor Hongwu was an erratic tyrant. However, in the view of Monk Daoyan, every tyrannical act committed by this so-called "tyrant" was based on wisdom and consideration.

The current Ming Dynasty has indeed gradually stabilized. Even though this result was caused by the people behind the little emperor, the result is right in front of him. The one who really sits on the throne and is slowly being recognized and supported by the people is his grandson, the descendants of the Zhu family.

In this situation now.

Will he maintain the status quo or start a war? The choice is not difficult.

The King of Yan, who has always been self-contained and steady, has been exposed to the wind and bathed in blood in the northern border for so many years. This is the only thing that can make him lose his composure like this.

"That prince..." Qiu Fu hesitated, not knowing what to say. He was loyal to Zhu Di and close to him, so he naturally understood him. Hearing what Monk Daoyan said, he couldn't help but worry.

But then he heard the monk Daoyan beside him say calmly, "You are worrying too much. Has your master ever been a weak person? The man in the private residence is not the only card we have in our hands."

If it were before, he might have worried that Zhu Di would waver.

but now.

He only saw determination, sharpness and passion in Zhu Di's eyes.

Qiu Fu's face also showed a look of relief. He nodded and replied confidently, "Your Highness is extremely brave and valiant. How many times has he led our Ming Dynasty men to face the remnant Yuan cavalry? No one has ever been able to defeat him!"

While talking.

He raised his eyes proudly and looked at the broad-shouldered and heroic man on the training ground, his eyes filled with respect and admiration.

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The words are divided into two parts.

Yingtian Prefecture, Forbidden City, and Palace of Heavenly Purity.

As the New Year approaches, even the usually solemn, deep and deserted imperial palace begins to be decorated with lights and lanterns, adding a touch of fireworks atmosphere.

Zhu Yunhuan was wearing a fox fur cloak.

He still comes to see his precious sweet potato vines every day.

Ma Sanbao's face was filled with joy as he sighed, "It's been a month since I planted the second crop of sweet potato vines. The vines are sprouting densely and are much stronger than the first crop. Look, the vines are thicker and the leaves are bigger."

Zhu Yunhuan put his hands behind his back and nodded with satisfaction. Watching the second crop of seedlings grow smoothly, he felt relieved and had a sense of accomplishment. He smiled faintly and said, "The first crop we planted were just dying seedlings, and the sweet potatoes were not very big. This second crop of seeds is much stronger than the first, so of course they will grow better."

By now, he could finally put his mind at ease.

Cultivate and reproduce so many.

At least, there will be basically no accidents.

Upon hearing Zhu Yunhuan's words, Ma Sanbao's eyes lit up and he said, "Your Majesty said that in the later stages of the sweet potatoes underground, the most critical thing is for these vines and leaves above to transport nutrients to the ground, so that they can expand rapidly. Who knows, this yield will be even more exaggerated than last time!"