August 16, the 21st year of Chongzhen, was the first birthday of the eldest grandson Zhu Hegui. Before noon, Zhu Ciyang took his wife and children to the side hall of the Ganqing Palace, and met his father, mother, queen, aunt, and concubine Yuan.

Today is also the Sunday for the Emperor Changsun to capture. Not only are the elderly in the palace coming, but Kunxing also entered the palace early in the morning to see what his nephew would catch.

At this time, the bed in the side hall was filled with various small objects, including jade, pen, books, knives, and even abacus... This prediction of future profession should not have appeared in the palace, especially for the emperor's eldest grandson, his future profession has basically been determined: be granted the title of the emperor's grandson, and then wait for the time to ripe - the father and grandson to ascend to the emperor.

The reason why this unfounded ceremony was held is that Zhu Cilang wanted to send a signal.

Even if your son is not virtuous, he may not be able to become the heir to the throne.

Therefore, there are two completely different expressions in the hall. Those who understand are all in a deep face, while those who don’t understand are all in a happy mood.

The only one who truly understood the intention of the crown prince but still smiled was His Highness Yong. He really didn't know what the benefits of being a vassal king who was even controlled to leave the city. If he wasn't afraid of being sent to Fengyang by his father, he sincerely hoped to change his background - for example, the Jiangmen family would be very good.

The Emperor Changsun, who was one year old, was put down by the wet nurse and he chose among the many things himself.

"This custom is also called "Tai'er", which is to see how children's enlightenment education and future temperament are." Zhu Cilang explained the expressionless Queen Zhou opposite Zhu Cilang.

He knew very well that Zhou Hou had no expression, and this was the biggest dissatisfaction.

As expected, Zhou Houli ignored it and pretended that he had not heard it.

Zhu Hegui, who was only one year old, sat on the bed. Facing a large number of objects of uniform color, his face showed confusion. Finally, he saw a round thing, reached out to grab it, and could hold it in his hand. He immediately stuffed it into his mouth.

The wet nurse beside her was so scared that she hurriedly stepped forward and dug out the things in his mouth, then said: "Congratulations to the emperor, my grandson, the emperor and eldest grandson, who caught a piece of candy, will definitely have a sweet life in the future and be happy."

Zhou Hou turned his head blankly and said to his son: "What did you just say? Did you see the child's enlightenment?"

Zhu Cilang was also a little embarrassed. He was basically doing the enlightenment work of his child, but who knew that he had raised a foodie.

"It's good to have good saliva." Chongzhen said with a little point, but the word "ah" at the end seemed to be sighing.

Since ancient times, the sons and grandchildren of dragons and phoenixes have faced the current crisis? As a royal family member, he may actually face the dilemma of going to work in the fields.

Zhu Cilang subconsciously turned to King Ding and King Yong, which was why Chongzhen really cared about.

It is not a big problem to make other royal families live a hard life. Chongzhen did not accept the theory that "the wise are kings". However, if it is implemented on his son, it will be a bit difficult to accept. The so-called palms and backs of his hands are flesh. Chongzhen was indeed very biased towards the prince, but it does not mean that he did not love his other two sons.

It seems that King Yong Cizhao was determined to join the army. After struggling for several days, the Beijing Military Academy finally sent the admission notice to the Tongzheng Department. It is said that the martial arts hall came out of the military school and was not even counted as a military officer. This really started from scratch. However, it was not a big problem to be able to maintain his title after five years of service.

However, King Cijiong of Ding was a little worried. If he followed the classification method of the crown prince, he would be unworthy.

Although the artistic achievements of the Ming imperial family were not as good as those of the Song Dynasty, the emperors since Xuanzong, whether they were calligraphy or painting, were worthy of being masterpieces from famous masters. In the hands of Emperor Tianqi, they even carried forward the art of woodwork to the extreme. This dual advantage of genetics and teaching cannot make King Ding appear "virtuous".

Zhu Cilang heard what his father meant. After thinking about it, he decided to talk to King Ding.

After the ceremony of arresting Zhou, the people gathered in the Ganqing Palace also dispersed, and Zhu Cixuan called out King Ding halfway.

"Ci Jiong." Zhu Cilang said: "I happened to tell you something."

Zhu Cijiong had no choice but to hide the boredom on his face, stepped forward and saluted, saying, "Brother of the Emperor."

Zhu Cixuan took off his chariot and pulled Zhu Cijiong while walking, saying, "Have you ever thought about what kind of person you will become in the future?"

Zhu Cijiong already knew the so-called Crown Prince's theory of Fengxian, and was nervous. It would be fine to talk about it at this moment. He said, "Brother, the Ming Dynasty has its own ancestral system, so it should not be said by my ministers."

Zhu Cixuan didn't beat him around the bush and said straightforwardly: "If you want to win the title in the future, you must have the title of master's degree or doctoral degree. Have you ever thought about specializing in which field?"

"Emperor brother..." Zhu Cijiong paused and said, "I just want to be Prince Taiping with peace of mind."

Zhu Cixuan's finger nerves jumped involuntarily. He suppressed his anger and said, "Well, Prince Taiping, enjoying happiness like King Fu? By the way, do you know how Old King Fu died? He was thrown into the cauldron by Li Zicheng, cooked it with the venison, and then eaten by someone. They said this is called Fulu Banquet. Are you talking about Prince Taiping like this?"

Zhu Cijiong's face was already scared and said in a trembling voice: "Really, is this really something?"

"My brother," Zhu Cixuan sighed, "Do you know why this world's surname is Zhu?"

"Because my ancestors were beaten by the cloak of wind and rain..."

"Yes," Zhu Cilang nodded, "It was the ancestors who fought. China has been around for five thousand years. Only our Taizu is the only one who truly started to conquer the world in white. Only Chengzu is the only one who truly controls the world by the vassal king Jingnan. Since Chen Sheng and Wu Guang have started shouting, "Are there any kings, princes, generals and ministers?" But the only one who has achieved the ultimate is the second ancestor. As a descendant of the second ancestor, do you actually think that you can be a prince of Taiping by relying on your own 'seed'?"

Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di both did not believe that the emperor had a kindness, so they became emperors. However, their descendants believed that the emperor could decide by their bloodline. Isn’t this a great irony?

"The world will not be peaceful in the next three hundred years." Zhu Ciyang said in a word: "If you look at the economic books I wrote, you should know that our current productivity is insufficient, and the land of China is too small and too barren than the land outside. I can tell you clearly that as long as I don't die, there will be no peace in the next fifty years when horses will be put into the warehouse. Do you still want to be the Prince of Taiping?"

"Emperor Brother..." Zhu Cijiong said almost in a crying voice, "I am rude and I can't learn anything. I'm timid and dizzy when I see blood... What can I do? Please spare me for the sake of my mother."

Zhu Cilang frowned and said, "What did I force you again? I just don't want my brother to become a useless person!" Zhu Cilang suddenly saw the Crown Princess looking at him, realizing that he was a little too extreme, so he calmed down and said, "You are seventeen years old this year, at this age..."

"I know that the emperor's elder brother is already fighting for the Ming Dynasty at his age!" Zhu Cijiong also raised his voice: "But there is only one emperor brother in the world. Can everyone be born to know like the emperor brother, who is tall and godly, and strict with himself? The emperor himself has never said that people are like parts in a bell, different, but it is different that the world can operate?"

"I did say it." Zhu Cihuang waited for Zhu Cijiong to vent his anger and said coldly: "But you didn't find your place. There could be no useless parts in a clock. You are my younger brother, the King of Ding, the father. I can't cut off your title, but if you can't reflect on yourself and find your place in this clock, I will not agree to you as a vassal. Oh, and, have you heard that? From next year, all the relatives of the Ming Dynasty will have no more money to receive."

Leaving this sentence, Zhu Cilang didn't want to say anything more. Prince Taiping, a wealthy and idle person, may satisfy many people.

In fact, this is a kind of laziness.

The reasons for this laziness are different. Some are because the social environment is difficult. Even if you work hard, you will not be able to get rich. You cannot withstand repeated blows. Some people will surrender to laziness. However, King Ding does not belong to this category. He is a more essential bad habit: he is lazy and hates labor.

This is something that Zhu Cilang could not accept. In his family, there is no way to allow a mud that cannot be supported on the wall. Unfortunately, King Ding is his younger brother but not his son. He has the obligation to advise and guide, but he has no right to teach a lesson or punish.

"I have Qiu Guan, I will never want children again." Duan walked to Zhu Cixuan and murmured in a low voice.

"Hmm?" Zhu Cixuan didn't react to why the Crown Princess suddenly said so.

"I'm afraid that if I have another child, I will not like Qiu Guan." Duan said.

"How is it possible..." Zhu Cilang blurted out and suddenly realized that it was his wife reminding herself: Zhou Hou's two sons, the eldest son, is indeed virtuous, but it does not mean that she does not like her younger son.

The palms and backs of hands are all flesh!

"Can't you start from King Ding and King Yong?" Duan whispered: "It will save you from feeling uncomfortable in the emperor's father and mother."

Zhu Cilang raised his head and sighed, remembered his son again, and said, "You should have a few more children."

"Hmm?" Duan blushed.

"Ci Jiong and I are brothers, and we have the same set of genetic genes." Zhu Cilang said: "It can be seen that the dragon gave birth to nine sons, and the sons are different."

Duan did not understand the problem of genetic genes, but the next sentence was clear: If Qiu Guan did not look like the crown prince when he grew up, he would probably have no throne to sit. In order to avoid the situation where there is no helmsman in the Ming Dynasty in the future, the crown prince should have more children in case.

This sounds like a good thing, but why are you not happy at all?

Thinking of his sons being in a state of fighting for the throne, Duan couldn't help but feel horrified. It was not until the crown prince asked her when she was the last time she came to Hong that she realized that the crown prince did not scare her, but actually had such a plan. Now she has started to count the days.
Chapter completed!