Zhu Chunchen then realized that his muscles were tight and he relaxed for a moment, as if he had removed a mountain. He said, "I almost scared me... Then again, if the guards of the Eastern Palace could defeat even the Jing camp, who would be his opponent? Isn't he just going to usurp the throne? He just needs to say that His Majesty's holy body is inconsistent, and the prince can naturally supervise the country. In three or five years, His Majesty will do his best..."

Duke Cheng was talking, but he was frightened by himself again.

Things really seem that simple.

"Why?" Ping Qing sneered coldly: "Why did the prince ascend the throne to become the emperor? He was fooled by the people below every day, and the imperial edict came out of the Great Inner Palace and turned into waste paper."

"This..." Duke Cheng did not think of such a profound question. In his opinion, the emperor was the emperor, the most powerful person under this sky, and could do whatever he wanted. The chair of the Nine Five Supreme exuded an extremely powerful temptation, which almost made him forget that he was a member of the fooling emperor.

"The prince trained troops to strengthen the army in order to reorganize the mountains and rivers." Pingqing then slapped the third chess piece and said, "I remember that Emperor Taizu was only white-robed in Huai Zuo, and the beggars and beggars, and he also captured the three hundred years of Emperor Ming Dynasty? Now the prince must think that he is flowing with the blood of the Zhu family and is the honor of the Eastern Palace. In terms of starting point, he is much taller than his ancestors, so why can't he reopen the world."

Zhu Chunchen was a person who was dying of his desires by wine, sex and wealth. After a long time, he spitted out: "The prince has great ambitions."

"Which emperor doesn't have one?" Ping Qing disagreed: "It's just that some can't withstand the temptation of pink and cream, some can't withstand the bewitching of golden elixirs, some are very ambitious but have no talent... So, since ancient times, the Holy Emperor and the Ming King are hard to come by. Once they meet, it's a blessing for three lives!" He glanced at Duke Cheng, narrowed his eyes and smiled: "For corrupt officials and worms, they have been in trouble for eight lifetimes."

Zhu Chunchen heard the elegant meaning of this, but waved his hand: "Even a saint like Yao and Shun, there are villains in the court. This villain and gentleman are like oil and water. Although they are not allowed, they are indispensable."

"Mr. Master said this reason." Ping Qing said: "When water is in the oil pan, it will fry the pot. If oil floats in the tea, it will be poured out. The key is where the oil is. The prince looks down on the three major camps of Jinyiwei, Military Command, and the capital, so he wants to build a new army. Once the new army is trained, what else does the Duke have to do?"

"Yes!" Zhu Chunchen beat the chess case: "It's my errand that he robbed me!"

"It's not true!" Pingqing shook his head and said.

"What? I, the governor of the Beijing camp, didn't he rob the errand? " Zhu Chunchen said in confusion.

"It was the prince who blocked the prince's way." Pingqing tapped on the chessboard with his fingers: "He summoned the prince today, just to let the prince know what to do. Spit out some of the silver that should be vomited, and the one that should be done is convenient for him."

Zhu Chunchen followed Mr. Pingqing's fingers and looked at the three Yunzis in the shape of a chessboard, and formed a situation of "fooding and eating". His face gradually returned to his former depth and said, "What Mr. said is like peeling off a silk thread and pulling a cocoon, and it is indeed a rope trace that can be followed. With Mr.'s opinion, how should Zhu deal with it?"

"You treat me as a national hero, and I should repay you with a national hero." Pingqing pushed the chess game, stepped on the collapsed cloth shoes, stretched his waist, and said slowly: "I have three strategies, both the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the best, the only one, the best, the only one, the best, the only one, the best, the only one can enjoy the wealth and prosperity of the Duke. You can guarantee the Duke's death. You have a good end. As for the worst, you may be able to keep the Duke's bloodline and live a secret life."

Zhu Chunchen's eyes showed a hint of surprise: "Why is this? Because my family has been rich for three hundred years, I have been married and have children from all over the court and the country. Not to mention the prince, even the current emperor may not be able to move my family!"

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Pingqing put on his cloth shoes, walked to the desk, and wrote two cursive characters in his pen.

"Just talk nonsense." Zhu Chunchen followed, smiling on his face.

Pingqing was silent for a long time before saying, "I am grateful to you for your respect for the wise and nobles. I will never say that if you die," he paused and said, "Since you have seen the ambition of the Eastern Palace, don't you know that it is time to win the dragon and the phoenix? If you can play together with your family, the prince will definitely take becoming a duke as a model. At that time, the emperor will definitely reward you. Most of your children can walk under the gate of the Eastern Palace. Once the Emperor's revival in the Ming Dynasty, wouldn't he be a 300-year-old Duke?"

Zhu Chunchen's face turned slightly red, and he waited to retreat before he said, "This best strategy is good, but it is a bit too much for the same family. Now that the civil and military play, the soldiers cannot fight, it is unknown who will be the one who will be in the world in the future... Didn't the gentleman say that the number of days is about to change. If the bandits force the city, why not open the city gate and surrender to the new master?"

"One time, another time." Pingqing said disapprovingly: "No one told me at that time that the East Palace had such ambitions and means."

"It's not worth it," Zhu Chunchen shook his head flatly, "I hope Mr. Wen will make a decision."

"I promised the price offered by the Eastern Palace to give as much as possible, and I don't ask for merit but I want no mistakes. Even a hero like Cao Cao at least knows not to hit people with a smile." Mr. Pingqing was already very disappointed in his voice.

"I'm afraid he speaks too much," Zhu Chunchen frowned, "As soon as we meet today, I will ask the Beijing camp to pay for gunpowder. This year, it will cost tens of thousands of taels of silver! If there is anything else in the future, how can I deal with it? I still have to pay back the money on the ground."

Pingqing was slightly surprised: "The prince talked about gunpowder as soon as he met? Could it be that he didn't even make friends?"

"What kind of friendship can I have with him? What's wrong?" Zhu Chunchen had a slightly ominous premonition.

"The student's worst strategy," Pingqing returned to his calm. "Let the son Ling Sun take his family to the south to escape to Jiangnan to hide his name and be a rich man, and perhaps he can escape to death."

"Sir, this is an alarmist!" No matter how good Zhu Chunchen is in cultivation, he can't help but feel: "How can my family's three hundred years old Duke do such an invisible thing!"

"This is to leave blood for the prince." Ping Qing said lightly.

Duke Cheng shook his sleeves heavily, but snorted from his sinuses, turned around and walked out.

Mr. Pingqing watched Duke Cheng leave and heard someone kicked the garden gate outside, and then he often sighed.

"Zhao Da!" Mr. Pingqing shouted.

A stout man with ash on his face turned from behind the house, his voice was low, and he responded: "Young Master, you give me instructions."

"Pack up your stuff, let's go."
Chapter completed!