"Yo! Second Uncle, your temper has grown. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Why are you so angry the moment we meet?”
In the tent, Zhu Zhanyong, who was leaning on a rocking chair, teased Zhu Gaoxu.
"Hmm?"
Zhu Gaoxu was stunned. He looked at Zhu Zhanyong and was stunned.
"Second nephew, you, why are you here?”
Zhu Zhanyong giggled and said,
"Isn't it because I miss Second Uncle?”
Zhu Gaoxu's heart trembled.
He was too familiar with this smile.
Thinking back, when he was in Nanjing, he had suffered a lot from his second nephew.
Zhu Zhanyong's impression in his heart was that he was a cunning and cunning person, a person who would not suffer the slightest loss.
Every time he revealed this smile, he must have been planning something bad.
He was already traumatized by this smile!
After so many years, seeing Zhu Zhanyong reveal such a smile again, he instinctively panicked in his heart.
"Second nephew, second uncle didn't provoke you. Don't have any ideas about me.”
He, the dignified Han King, actually felt very aggrieved to say such cowardly words.
But he really didn't want to provoke Zhu Zhanyong.
Although he was the King of Han and wanted to fight for the throne with his elder brother, Zhu Gaochi, he relied on his prestige in the army and his means of accumulating wealth.
In the entire Great Ming Dynasty, if one were to talk about the wealth of the land, who could compare to the wealth of the land of the Han King?
In terms of military prestige, he had held military power since the Battle of Jingnan. Who dared to say that he had a higher prestige than him?
However, these advantages that originally belonged to him were inexplicably surpassed by his second nephew.
The old man had gone on five expeditions to the north, and Zhu Zhanyong had gone four times. Each time, he had outstanding military achievements, and his military achievements were almost comparable to his second uncle. Among the younger generation in the military, Zhu Zhanyong's prestige even surpassed him.
Speaking of wealth, Zhu Zhanyong was like a god of wealth in the hearts of all the princes of Great Ming. 90% of the princes of Great Ming followed his lead.
Fortunately, Zhu Zhanyong was not Zhu Gaochi's eldest son, and he did not seem to be interested in the throne. Otherwise, facing such an opponent, he would definitely not be able to sleep and eat in peace.
Although Zhu Gaoxu knew that for the throne, he would have to face Zhu Zhanyong sooner or later, but it was definitely not now.
He still didn't have the confidence to challenge Zhu Zhanyong!
When Zhu Zhanyong heard Zhu Gaoxu's words, he said with some grievance,"
"Second Uncle, what are you saying? Why is your nephew interested in you? Speak with your conscience! I really miss you, Second Uncle!"
Zhu Gaoxu cursed in his heart:
"I'd be a ghost if I believed you!"
However, he smiled boldly and said,
"Is that so? Second Uncle misses you too, but we have important matters to attend to now. When Second Uncle is free, we uncle and nephew can have a drink to our hearts 'content.”
Zhu Zhanyong smiled and nodded.
"Sure, I haven't had a drink with Second Uncle for many years. I really want to get together with Second Uncle. En, since Second Uncle said that serious matters are important, then let's talk about serious matters.”
"Second uncle, I heard that grandpa ordered you to defeat the Tartar tribe. Have you completed the emperor's order and returned?”
Zhu Gaoxu's smiling face froze. He knew that his second nephew was evil. He was just bringing up a sore spot!
He subconsciously looked at Zhu Di and saw that Zhu Di was expressionless. His heart turned cold and he immediately cupped his fists.
"Father, I admit my sins. I was worried about Father's safety, so I withdrew my troops without permission.”
As he spoke, he glanced at Zhu Gaosui with a hint in his eyes.
Zhu Gaosui stepped forward respectfully and said,"
"Father, second brother is right. We heard that father was in danger, so we couldn't care less and retreated without permission.”
Zhu Di only glanced at his two sons and ignored them. Instead, he looked at Zhu Zhanyong and said,
"Little brat, tell me clearly, are you willing to hand over the manufacturing process of your flintlock to the imperial court?”
Zhu Zhanyong spread his hands and said,"
"Old Master, it's not that I don't want to hand it over, but even if I hand it over to you, the imperial court won't be able to mass produce it in the short term.”
Zhu Di snorted and said directly,
"Then hand over all the craftsmen who made this flintlock to the Imperial Court.”
Zhu Zhanyong immediately jumped up and looked at Zhu Di in disbelief.
"Old Master, you're poaching me! I can't do this. I can't do it even if I'm beaten to death. Moreover, these craftsmen were handed over to me by those uncles. If you snatch them all away, won't those uncles fight me to the death?”
Zhu Di sneered,"
"That's your business. Zhen doesn't care! Moreover, who would dare not give me what I want?"
Zhu Zhanyong cried out,
"Old Master, are you going to rob me again? I've already handed over 100,000 Dragon Riders to the Imperial Court. This is too much!”
Zhu Di didn't care about that and said directly,"
"When we return, I want to see that the craftsmen and blueprints are in place. Otherwise, you can go to Zongzheng Temple and wait there. Don't worry, you can retire there in peace this time!”
Zhu Zhanyong's face instantly darkened.
To think that the old master would think of retiring in Zongzheng Temple at his age!
What kind of grandfather would bully his own grandson like this?
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