The first navigator of the Ming Dynasty

At the East Pavilion Gate, a group of ministers waited quietly, dressed in white linen mourning clothes.

Zhu Yuanzhang, whose face was full of wrinkles, walked with heavy steps. His eyes are red and swollen, and there are two dark circles around his eyes, which is about to catch up with the national treasure panda.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please take care of your dragon body!" A

minister saw Zhu Yuanzhang dragging his tired body over, and hurriedly comforted him, and bowed.

And all the people responded and bowed down to the ground.

"My body, I know, you all get up!" Zhu

Yuanzhang walked up to the ministers in mourning clothes, sighed, and said: "Today, I came to you to discuss the matter of establishing a prince. I would like to hear your opinions. The

ministers were silent and bowed their heads.

After a long time, Zhu Yuanzhang still didn't see everyone express their opinions, so he said to himself: "Yan Wang Yingwu, very similar to me, make him the crown prince, what do you think?" Zhu Yuanzhang's

voice was a little hoarse, and his tone was not as majestic as usual, but he was asking in a consultative tone.

His beard was gray, and the wrinkles on his face were stacked on top of each other, like a cold mille-feuille.

The ministers only glanced at the emaciated old man, but did not speak, had no desire to speak.

Perhaps, they think in their hearts: the fierce tiger shows its gentle side, but even the gentle tiger will eat people after all, and they dare not speak.

Zhu Yuanzhang glanced at everyone, saw that all the ministers did not dare to say anything, and said: "I just want to hear your opinions, but it doesn't hurt to say it." I, forgive you for your innocence?"

the ministers remained silent, just standing there quietly, still bowing their heads.

Suddenly, an emaciated old man took two steps out of the queue and saluted: "The old minister thinks it's inappropriate!"

Zhu Yuanzhang was a little surprised, but his face was not angry, and he may not have recovered from the grief of the prince's death.

He looked at this emaciated old minister, who was Liu Sanwu, an eighty-year-old Hanlin scholar.

Liu Sanwu, a native of Chaling, Hunan, in the eighteenth year of Hongwu (1385 AD), Ru Yu recommended him to enter the court as an official, awarded Zuo Zanshan, and was promoted to a bachelor in Hanlin.

Liu Sanwu calls himself "Tan Tan Weng", he is bold and straightforward, has no city government, speaks very frankly and straightforwardly, and is the same as his name. He is known as the "Three Elders" along with Wang Rui and Zhu Shan, and is a relict of the Yuan Dynasty and a Confucian.

Zhu Yuanzhang came to his senses and looked at the more famous old minister: "Tell me, why is it not appropriate?"

Liu Sanwu saluted again and replied: "Since ancient times, the establishment of a descendant is not based on virtue, and the establishment of a son is not based on a long age. Now, the crown prince is dead, His Majesty still has the imperial grandson, and the imperial grandson is young and strong. The eldest grandson of the emperor is a descendant of the Yan faction and can inherit the throne, which is in line with the etiquette system.

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent, his eyes were introverted, and he seemed to be thinking.

"Your Majesty, if King Yan is appointed as the prince, what will King Qin and King Jin think? King Qin and King Jin are both the eldest brothers of King Yan, and the three of them are equally noble, how can Your Majesty explain to them?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent, and the ministers were silent.

The sky was overcast, as if it was going to rain, there was no wind, and the conjuring flags in the courtyard hung limply and clinged to the poles.

Zhu Yuanzhang turned around silently, but tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

He strongly suppressed his emotions and did not allow himself to cry in front of his ministers. His eyes were bloodshot again, and tears welled up from his sockets and slid down his face.

The moment he walked into the house, he couldn't help crying bitterly: "Prince, I can't save you! Even the succession to the throne is not up to me alone! Have you ever understood me! Do you know that I have paid for the Ming Dynasty and for you!"

Zhu Yuanzhang lay on a black coffin, telling the pain in his heart alone, tears dripping from his face and dripping on the black coffin board.

It rained in Yingtianfu, and it didn't rain much. The rain continued and rained without stopping.

Everything was damp, and the sky was still gloomy and white.

Outside Yingtianfu City, Zheng Hai, Zhu Di and others changed into white linen mourning clothes.

In the city of Yingtianfu, the streets were quiet, and the ground was wet. The taverns on the street are closed, and there are few pedestrians along the way, making it look deserted.

Zhu Di, the king of Yan, entered the palace with Ma He, while Zheng Hai and the other guards waited outside the palace.

Just as Zheng Hai and the other guards were waiting outside the palace gate, two young men in light-colored clothes walked out of the palace.

"Little one, meet Master Xu!" The

guard Lu Xing's eyes were sharp, and he immediately recognized Xu Miaojin who came out of the palace.

Xu Miaojin was dressed in a plain and elegant body, with a plain shirt on the upper body, a white pleated skirt on the bottom, still two small buns, and a pair of clear and translucent big eyes swept towards the guard Lu Xing and others.

"Ah, you and my brother-in-law have come to Yingtianfu!" Xu Miaojin shouted excitedly, her eyes were bright, two small dimples hung at the corners of her mouth, and two blushes appeared on her face.

She jumped forward a few steps, and couldn't help but let go of the hand of the fair-skinned young man she was holding.

Suddenly remembering that she still had someone with her, she turned to look at the young man: "Brother Yun, you introduce you to an interesting person!"

Like a fawn, Xu Miaojin jumped back to the young man and grabbed the fair-skinned young man who was fifteen or sixteen years old.

"You come with me!" she

pulled the young man, who was also dressed in plain clothes, and walked in the direction of the guard Lu Xing and the others.

The young man in white has fair skin, but there are two dark circles under his eyes, one black and one white, as if he is wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

The young man has a sachet and a jade pendant hanging around his waist, the jade pendant is moist and smooth, and it is vaguely carved with ornaments, which is very exquisite.

King Yan's guard Lu Xing was both happy and nervous. He saluted Xu Miaojin, clasped his hands into fists, and lowered his head, maintaining a saluting posture.

He turned his head slightly, and glanced at Zheng Hai behind him with his spare eyes. The corners of his mouth opened slightly, and smug dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth.

Lu Xing lowered his head, but his heart blossomed: "I didn't expect that Little Master Xu would still remember me! He also wanted to introduce me to the young nobleman, I was so lucky! As soon as I came to Ying Tianfu, I met a nobleman, and God really helped me..."

Xu Miaojin pulled the fair-skinned young man and walked over to the guards of King Yan step by step.

The young man's two pale eyebrows were almost squeezed together, his bloodless lips were tightly glued together, his mouth was slightly raised, and he was half-pulled and half-dragged forward by Xu Miaojin, extremely reluctantly.

Xu Miaojin saw that he couldn't pull the young man, and his jade finger pointed at one of the Yan King's guards and shouted, "Come here!"

Lu Xing looked up and saw that the direction that Xu Miaojin pointed to was his direction. He was not very reassured, and looked back again, and when he saw that none of the guards had moved, he smiled happily.

Lu Xing hurriedly stepped forward, came to a short distance in front of Xu Miaojin, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists and saluted: "Little Lu Xing, meet Xu Xiaozhu and... This little master is..."

"I didn't say you!Zheng Hai!You come here!"

Xu Miaojin's words deeply stung the guard Lu Xing, who knelt on one knee, his body froze, his body seemed to be injected with lead, and it was extremely heavy.

The smile on his face suddenly wilted, and the skin at the corners of his mouth trembled unconsciously. The dimples at the corners of his mouth and his eyebrows froze, as if there was a big word "embarrassment" hanging on his face.

Zheng Hai walked past Lu Xing and paused.

Zheng Hai turned his head slightly, let out a soft snort in his nostrils, and two dimples hung on his face.

Lu Xing looked at Zheng Hai's departing back, his eyes burst out with a fine light, and his eyeballs were about to burst out.

His chest rose and fell violently up and down, like a cylinder of an engine burning gasoline violently pushing the piston back and forth, and he was almost about to explode!

Lu Xing stared at the direction in which Zheng Hai and Xu Miaojin left, gritted his teeth and said, "Zheng Hai, I, want, you... Die!" the

guard Ge San stepped forward to help Lu Xing up: "Brother Lu, you, are you legs... Leg cramps?".