Outside the Yangju Hall.

King Zhu Gaoxu of Han is arranging his big beard.

Ever since he fought against himself in Hongxi time and space, ever since he knew his original fate, Zhu Gaoxu has completely figured out one thing.

If you try to be as tough as you were in the other two time-spaces, there will be no future.

To do things, especially big things, you need to use your brain.

Therefore, last night he buried himself in the vast sea of ​​history books, reading almost all the people who usurped the throne in history, just to choose someone to emulate.

Including those who failed to usurp the throne, I also read them all. After all, failure is a success.

Finally, at 3:30 pm (5:45 am), Zhu Gaoxu finally chose the target of his struggle.

The King of Han Dynasty, Wang Mang!

‘From today on, I will learn from Wang Mang’s forbearance and establish an image of loyalty to the emperor and the country! Gain the trust of the boss and nephew!’

Taking a deep breath, Zhu Gaoxu looked at the Yangju Hall in front of him, and his brows couldn't help but frown. Although the roll call had been called for so long, why didn't anyone call him into the hall?

According to past experience, as long as the father is in the palace, he will be summoned soon.

He came today to ask for an order to go to Le'an Prefecture to join the vassal state. In Zhu Gaoxu's view, this was the first step on his road to forbearance.

Once he chooses to become a vassal, it means that he announces to the outside world that Zhu Gaoxu, the king of Han Dynasty, has completely given up his desire to seize the direct descendants. In this way, the forces in the court that were already leaning towards him will all turn to the crown prince Zhu Gaochi.

And this is Zhu Gaoxu's purpose. He wants to take the initiative to cut off his own wings in order to achieve the ultimate intention of paralyzing his opponent.

"Second brother!"

At this moment, a voice came from behind.

The arrogant layman Zhu Gaosui quickly ran up from behind, looking very excited.

"Second brother, what are you doing? I heard that you want to ask the old man for an order to go to Le'an? Are you not awake? There is something wrong with your brain?!"

Zhu Gaosui said anxiously.

"Heh."

Zhu Gaojiu glanced at Zhu Gaosui and said nothing.

‘Wonderful little shit.’

At this moment, a eunuch ran out of the Yangju Hall and quickly came to Zhu Gaoxu.

"His Royal Highness the King of Han, Your Majesty has summoned you."

When Zhu Gaoxu heard this, he took a deep breath and changed his face, trying his best to look like he had seen through the power and had reformed his past.

"Hmm."

Zhu Gaoxu nodded, and then walked towards the Yangju Hall.

Zhu Gaosui behind him also subconsciously wanted to keep up. After all, this was the process in the past, but this time he was stopped by the eunuch.

"Huh?"

Zhu Gaosui was stunned and stared at the eunuch. He was the dignified King of Zhao, but he was stopped by a young eunuch.

"Arrogant!"

As soon as the words came out, the eunuch didn't panic at all. He bowed respectfully to Zhu Gaosui before speaking.

"His Royal Highness, King Zhao, has a will."

Ding.

Zhu Gaosui was stunned for a moment, and then he knelt down in front of the little eunuch with a snap.

The little eunuch looked at Zhu Gaosui who was kneeling obediently, snickering secretly, then cleared his throat, straightened his body and spoke out.

"Your Majesty's Oral Order."

"I ordered King Zhao Zhu Gaosui to leave Beijing immediately and join the feudal clan. There must be no mistake."

"I admire this...!"

As soon as the sound fell, Zhu Gaosui was stunned.

Leaving Beijing to become a feudal lord?!

The one who came to ask for a vassal status is the second child, and he is doing his own stupid thing? Dad, are you making a mistake?!

Zhu Gaosui subconsciously wanted to enter the palace, but was blocked by the young eunuch.

"Your Highness, His Majesty's instructions are for you to leave Beijing immediately. Please prepare as soon as possible."

The little eunuch left a word and ran away.

At the same time.

In the Yangju Palace.

When Zhu Gaoxu crossed the threshold of the main hall, his nose twitched slightly, and there was a scent in the air that he had never smelled before, but it smelled very good.

For a moment, I felt my scalp was slightly numb and I swallowed my saliva.

Subconsciously, he looked up and saw five people sitting at an imperial table in front of the palace, all eating food he had never seen before.

‘Grandpa Taizu, Immortal Master…’

‘Why are the boss and nephew here?’

‘What are they eating? It looks so delicious, I want to eat it!’

Feeling anxious and suppressing his desire to feast, Zhu Gaoxu stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Meet the Immortal Master, Imperial Grandfather, Imperial Father."

Say it.

Zhu Gaoxu paused for a moment, then bowed to Zhu Gaochi again.

"My brother, see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, see His Highness the Grand Sun."

In terms of status, both Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Zhanji have been registered as princes, so they are kings, and Zhu Gaoxu is a minister. There is a distinction between monarch and minister, and they should be polite.

I thought I would get some repercussions for such a showy move.

As a result, no one paid attention to him.

Just when Zhu Gaoxu was muttering in his heart.

"Second child."

Old Zhu Di, who was sitting on the right side of Ji Boying, put down his chopsticks after finishing a piece of tripe and looked at Zhu Gaoxu, who was standing in the hall.

Old Zhu Di finished his words.

Eight royal guards carried a large vat into the palace.

With a 'bang' sound, the vat fell to the ground.

‘?!’

Zhu Gaoxu glanced at the large brass vat beside him, his pupils shrank sharply, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He recalled what Hong Xi and Zhu Gaoxu had said to him. Xuande and Zhu Gaoxu died in the end by being cooked alive in a vat.

Is the old man going to roast himself?!

My legs can't help but tremble.

Old Zhu Di wiped the red oil from the corner of his mouth and then stood up.

Ji Boying and Lao Zhu did not speak out on how to deal with Yongle Zhu Gaoxu.

For Ji Boying, this is a matter of Yongle time and space. He is only responsible for clarifying this matter. He is only responsible for the elder Guo Zuo.

As for how to deal with it in the end, that is a matter for Old Zhu Di, Yongle, to take the lead.

As for Lao Zhu, it can be said that Lao Zhu, who was in the 13th year of Hongwu, had no relationship with Zhu Gaoxu at all. With Lao Zhu's view, he cut him off directly to avoid future troubles.

Old Zhu Di walked towards Zhu Gaoxu step by step.

The satin embroidered handkerchief flicked in his hand and landed directly on Zhu Gaoxu's face. Then he pulled out a knife from the hand of the Jin Yiwei next to him and threw it at Zhu Gaoxu's side with a clang.

"Want to rebel?"

"Give you a chance to kill me."

The voice was very soft, but when it fell on Zhu Gaoxu's ears, it was like a lightning strike.

Plop.

Zhu Gaoxu knelt down, and his back was completely soaked.

"Dad, dad..."

"Son, I don't dare, I don't dare to rebel!"

"My son, I came to the palace this time just to ask for permission to join the vassal state! From now on, I will never ask about state affairs again! Please allow me, the emperor!"
To be continued...