When Lao Zhu and Queen Ma went to Zhu Su's courtyard, Zhu Laowu was in the courtyard, grilling meat in a charcoal pot for heating.

Xiang Deng broke into a cold sweat, and every time the fat from the meat skewers on Zhu Su's hands dripped into the charcoal basin and burst into a cluster of sparks, the fat on the old eunuch's face trembled in fear.

"Your Majesty the Fifth Highness, the Fifth Ancestor... just go into the house. If your rich body is burned by the flames, what should you do?" Xiang Deng prayed.

"You are a noble person. Scholars say that a son with a lot of money will not be able to sit down in court."

"What's more, playing with these foods is what low-class people like this old slave should do..."

"If you really want to do this, I will help you..."

Xiang Deng tried to persuade Zhu Su to stay away from the burning charcoal basin. However, Zhu Su dismissed it and glanced at the old eunuch angrily.

"If you guys are helping me, why should I take action myself?" Zhu Su said angrily.

"Let you take care of it? Do you want me to eat coke when the time comes?"

How can this old guy know how to barbecue? If you let him grill it, wouldn't it be a waste of the chicken wings stolen from the imperial kitchen early in the morning?

Seeing Zhu Su getting closer and closer, Xiang Deng jumped anxiously.

"Your Majesty is here, the Queen is here!" A call came from outside.

Xiangdeng was startled, and quickly wanted to pick up the charcoal basin to destroy the corpse, but Zhu Su glared at him, and he immediately did not dare to move. He quickly knelt down on the spot, waiting to greet the holy driver.

Zhu Su seemed not to hear it and continued to flip the chicken wings.

As soon as Lao Zhu stepped into the yard, he smelled the aroma of meat. When he saw Zhu Su wearing a quilt and having a barbecue in the yard with an upright look, he immediately became angry again.

"Sister, look, this traitor can still sit in the courtyard and enjoy the cool breeze. It seems that we hit him too lightly!" Lao Zhu said angrily.

Zhu Suli ignored him. This father beat him regardless of whether he was beaten or not. How could he not be resentful?

Anyway, I have already shown my cards, so I will simply let myself go from now on.

If you can't stand me, punish me by going to Fengyang High Wall!

A little bit~

Queen Ma walked over quickly and moved the charcoal basin away from Zhu Su. She blamed him and said, "Su'er, you just got injured yesterday. If you don't take good care of yourself in the house, why are you still sitting in the courtyard blowing the cold wind?"

"Don't your butt hurt?"

"Hehe. Thanks to my mother, I'm almost healed." Zhu Su said with a smile. The plaster that Queen Ma sent last night is an extremely precious golden sore medicine. It can be said to be a waste of time to treat Zhu Su's mere flesh wounds.

As soon as he woke up early in the morning, Zhu Su found that his butt didn’t hurt much anymore.

Of course, Lao Zhu is not willing to take a heavy blow, and he is also one of the insignificant factors.

"Then you can't play with fire early in the morning." Queen Ma scolded. "What should I do if I get caught on fire?"

"I'm barbecuing, not playing with fire!" Zhu Su shook the half-roasted chicken wings in his hand. "The rice cooked by Xu Xingzu is so! It's unpalatable!"

"I've been enduring this for five years! Today I really can't bear it anymore..."

In Lao Zhu's imperial dining room, there was only one imperial chef named Xu Xingzu, who was responsible for the meals of Lao Zhu's family, young and old.

This imperial chef has been responsible for Lao Zhu's meals since the beginning of Lao Zhu's rebellion.

What was Lao Zhu's status when he first started the uprising? At best, he was called a rebel; at worst, he was a bandit!

So this Xu Yuchu's level is the level of making a big pot of rice in a cottage. Regardless of the precious food tribute, even if it is dragon liver and phoenix marrow, Xu Yuchu has only one method: boil it!

What a taste, four words: it’s hard to describe!

In the past, Empress Ma could occasionally cook and cook some fancy dishes for the Zhu family brothers. Now that Empress Ma is a virtuous mother, even for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, she cannot burn stoves every day. The Zhu family members

Brother, you can only eat pig food every day with the careless Lao Zhu.

That is to say, the eldest brother Zhu Biao has now grown up and got married. He can occasionally go out of the palace and bring some snacks from outside and food cooked by the Crown Princess Chang to give teeth to his brothers as a memorial.

Otherwise, the Zhu Su brothers will go crazy!

Now that Zhu Su has shown off his cards and let himself go, how can he tolerate this idleness? If you don't give me freedom, I can't do it myself.

"Humph, the gentleman is far away from the kitchen and doesn't even know that he is a prince. He roasts chicken himself and eats it. It's vulgar!" The wife was talking to the children and ignored herself. Lao Zhu could only mutter to himself.

Zhu Su glanced at his father angrily. He thought to himself: You have only been studying for a few days, and you are still giving me such a crap!

Lao Zhu didn't start to read until he became an adult. In terms of academic qualifications, he really can't compare to Zhu Laowu.

"Okay." Queen Ma took out the chicken wings from Zhu Su's hand and placed them on a plate held high by Xiang Deng. "Go inside first, don't catch a cold."

"Your father and I have something serious to say to you!"

With that said, he pulled Zhu Su into the back room. Zhu Yuanzhang winked, and the two tigers understood and ordered the guards to protect the small courtyard to ensure that no fourth person could hear the next conversation inside.

"Business? What is it?" Seeing the door closed, Zhu Su asked.

But when he turned around and saw the solemn look on Lao Zhu's face, he guessed: "Is it the battle report from the front line?"

"Well, it's been a while since the sixth day of May, so it's really time to deliver it."

Seeing that his son saw through his intentions, Lao Zhu stopped being secretive.

"Alas, your Uncle Tiande sent the battle report. He accidentally fell into Wang Baobao's trick..."

"That's what I said." Zhu Su said. "I said that the Ming Dynasty lost this battle, but you just don't believe me, dad."

"You're such a traitor..." These words were really not pleasant to hear. Lao Zhu's face turned serious and he wanted to get angry. Queen Ma on the side had already stretched out her hand and patted Zhu Su's head.

"You kid, why are you still here gloating?"

"The defeat of Lingbei destroyed tens of thousands of our Ming Dynasty's elites. I don't know how many mothers lost their children, and how many brides lost their husbands!"

"Not to mention that if the Meng Yuan took advantage of the situation and went south, half of the country in the north would be caught in the flames of war in an instant. The Central Plains had been plagued by the Mongolian Yuan for hundreds of years, and the people were already scarce. How could the disaster of the Song and Yuan Dynasties be repeated again?"

"As the prince of the Ming Dynasty, you should be concerned about the world. Since you have the talent given by heaven and have an insight into the war situation, why are you so complacent here and not knowing how to solve problems for your father?"

"How can we become the herdsmen of our Damingping clan in the future?"

These words made Lao Zhu feel inexplicably happy. She must be a girl, and she is worthy of being our Lao Zhu’s good wife!

One thing brings down another, look at this treacherous son again!

"How can I be complacent?" Zhu Su felt aggrieved. "I'm just stating the facts."

"Besides, I have already said that I am a time traveler. I can know the battle situation in advance only because I have read it in history books."

"As for why the Meng Yuan took advantage of the situation to go south... The Meng Yuan will not go south at all, so what can we do to solve the problem?"

"Oh?" Lao Zhu showed an interested look. "Why?"

"It's all written in the history books." Zhu Su said matter-of-factly.

Lao Zhu's face froze. Until now, he still didn't believe what Zhu Su said about the time traveler.

He would rather believe that his son is actually extremely talented, and he calculated the defeat of the Northern Expedition in advance and deliberately deceived him.

As for why the time, place and other information can be so accurate, Lao Zhu put aside this part of the doubt for the time being. After all, compared to this doubt, the time traveler's statement is even more incredible.

However... this son seemed to still insist on the theory of "travelers". Lao Zhu's mouth twitched, and he had to follow his words and continue to ask: "So, the history book says that the next battle will be

How will it develop?"

"The Northern Yuan Dynasty really won't invade the south on a large scale?"

Now, he just wants to get some reasonable suggestions from this "gifted" son.

"Nan Qing? Does it have that strength?" Zhu Su looked disdainful.

"Bei Yuan tried his best to win a battle in Lingbei. And because Xu Da made a quick decision, Ming Dynasty did not lose too many troops."

"Li Wenzhong on the east road even broke through the encirclement with suspicious soldiers. He was at an absolute disadvantage and fought evenly with Meng Yuan."

"These two are famous generals in the world, and they are not the prodigal son of the Baozong. How could it be so easy for the entire army to be wiped out?"

"The main force of the Ming Dynasty is still there. Why does the Mongolian Yuan invade the south?"

"Baozong?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned. Who is Baozong? I've never heard of it. A loser? Whose loser?

I always feel that this Baozong has a story...

However, Zhu Su did not give him a chance to ask further questions and continued on his own:

"What's more, there is also the West Route Army!"

"Fu Youde, the pioneer of the West Route Army, went deep into the enemy's rear and won seven battles and seven victories. He frightened the Meng Yuan boys to death."

"It's too late for Aiyou Shilida to think about invading the south before it's too late."

These words were like a thunder, which shocked Zhu Yuanzhang with both surprise and joy.

Immediately I forgot all about the bullshit Baozong.

"You mean, Fu Youde, he has seven battles and seven victories?"

"How is that possible?"
Chapter completed!