Chapter: 12

Yingtian Mansion, Fengtian Hall.

When the rooster was still asleep and the east was still dark, Zhu Di had already got up to deal with government affairs.

Zhu Di, who didn't sleep well last night, was methodically reviewing the memorials sent in from various places behind the mountain of copybooks.

This Emperor Yongle, after successfully taking over the huge empire after the four-year battle of Jingnan, which can be called climbing out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, has gradually become familiar with the job of emperor.

Zhu Di, who was in the heyday of the Spring and Autumn Period, desperately hoped to let his courtiers see that he, the emperor, was not just a famous general in the world, but had some rich and experienced governing ability through a diligent way.

Of course, even if Emperor Yongle handled government affairs according to his father Zhu Yuanzhang's standard of work and rest, after a period of time, he had to admit that, like Zhu Yuanzhang, he could approve more than 200 memorials and handle more than 400 state affairs a day. Patience and health is no small challenge.

Zhu Di thought to himself, maybe he needs the assistance of a team of civil servants...

"Father, are you tired?"

Seeing Zhu Di's hand holding the brush as if holding a knife and gun, moving more and more slowly, the third prince Zhu Gaosui, who was in the shadow of Jin Zhu, came out holding the food plate he had been waiting for for a long time.

Zhu Gaosui didn't wear the Yan Bian crown suit that a prince should wear, but a bullfighting suit, with only a gourd hammer tied around his waist.

He walked briskly up the jade steps, and put the food plate on Zhu Di's desk, which contained a bowl of rice porridge and a plate of pickles.

Zhu Di put down the memorial and said without raising his head.

"Leave the porridge, but kill the person."

There is an allusion in it, and it is inseparable from Ming Taizu Qinzheng. After hearing this, Zhu Gaosui did not panic at all, but said with a playful smile.

"Father, I care about you. Don't exhaust yourself like grandpa."

"Stop being courteous to me."

Zhu Di poured the pickles directly into the rice porridge, took a few sips of it and put it on the side, raised his head and asked seriously.

"Third brother, let me ask you, is there any movement from your second brother?"

"I'm going to tell my father about this." The third prince Zhu Gaosui narrowed his narrow and narrow eyes, and reported in a serious manner. "Father, take a look at this memorial, it was handed over by the second brother."

After finishing speaking, the third prince Zhu Gaosui bent down and took out a memorial from the boot leaf, and handed it to Zhu Di.

Zhu Di nodded expressionlessly, and opened the memorial.

At the beginning of the memorial, Zhu Gaoxu described that he was thinking hard in prison, and one day he dreamed that his grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang entrusted him with a dream, saying that the vassal king system is the three lifelines that our family left to future generations, and we must not touch it lightly.

Zhu Gaoxu's act of taking meritorious service did not surprise Zhu Di at all. After all, his second son is only a martial artist, and he always likes to brag about how much he has done.

However, as he continued to read the memorial, Zhu Di frowned tightly.

At the end of the reading, he slammed the memorial on the desk angrily, with such force that a small pile of memorials on the edge almost landslide.

"absurd!"

"As long as I hand over the soldiers and horses of the three major battalions to him, he will be able to wipe out all the vassals and save me countless expenses for future generations?"

"Does he want to lead troops to destroy the feudal clan, or does he want to have another Xuanwu Gate change?!"

Next to him, the third prince Zhu Gaosui hurriedly knelt down and said.

"Father, calm down. Although the second brother has a strong personality, he is loyal to the father. He will not do this..."