Daming heir

Chapter 29 The Kings of Ming Dynasty
The next day.

Zhu Yunxi woke up very early, a few hours earlier than usual.

After practicing a set of military boxing that he had learned many years ago, under Sun Cheng's guidance, he practiced the sword technique and boxing kung fu of the Ming army.

Now that I am in Daming, if I want to try to fight... the joy of killing the enemy in the future, it is absolutely necessary to start practicing martial arts now.

After practicing, Zhu Yunxi was already sweating. After being served by Cai Die and Cai Lian, he used up six meat buns and a large bowl of white rice porridge.

When Zhu Yunxie's black hair was brushed behind his ears, Caidie standing behind him blushed and said shyly, "Your Highness is so beautiful."

"You girl!"

The older Cailian stood aside with her hands folded, carefully glanced at Zhu Yunxi's face, and blamed Caidie with a smile.

Satisfied, Zhu Yunxi looked away from the bronze mirror, turned around and gently pinched Caidie's fleshy and sticky cheek: "When did your highness not look good?"

Under Cai Die's annoyed expression, Zhu Yunxi chuckled and went out.

Today is the first day of the re-opening of the Daben Hall, and since the teacher who taught him was specially invited into the palace by himself, and Fang Xiaoru, who will play a big role in the future, Zhu Yunxi must pay special attention to it.

The Dahondo has a long history.

When Zhu Yuanzhang expelled the Yuan people and reshaped the orthodoxy of the Han people in the Central Plains, he did not receive much knowledge since he was a child, but he was particularly concerned about the education of his children.

The Dahontang was established on the basis of such prerequisites. At that time, Zhu Biao was still underage, and the underage princes of the clan, as well as the school-age children of Chaozhong Xungui's family, were all enrolled in the Dahontang.

However, as the prince became an adult and participated in politics, the Dahontang gradually stopped.

This is also the reason why Zhu Yunxie and Zhu Yunqiu have opened another school in the East Palace these years.

Now that the main hall has been reopened, the affairs of the tutor have been arranged, and everything else will follow the past.

Zhu Yunxi took Sun Cheng and walked slowly down the unattainable corridor in the palace, thinking about something.

But he heard a shout coming from afar.

"Yunxi!"

"Today, the Dahon Hall reopened, and you were the first to come."

Hearing the sound, Zhu Yunxi looked up, and saw that he had reached the Daben Hall at some point, the sky had not yet brightened, and the classwork in the Daben Hall had only started for half an hour.

And at the entrance of the main hall, a young man about his age, with a handsome appearance, was watching him with a smile on his face.

Zhu Yunxi hurried forward and saluted respectfully: "Yunxi has met Uncle Seventeen."

The person who came was none other than Zhu Yuanzhang's seventeenth son, Zhu Quan, King Ning of the Ming Dynasty.

Looking at the Seventeenth Uncle, Zhu Yunxi did not dare to slack off.

According to the original history, not long after this year, Zhu Quan will be in Daning, and then guard the Northland like Yan Wang Zhu Di, fighting against the remnants of the Yuan people all the year round, and in his hands is the Duoyan Sanwei, who is the most powerful in the world.

If it weren't for various reasons, speaking of this Uncle Seventeen's power is stronger than that of the Fourth Uncle.

Zhu Quan nodded with a smile, and asked: "There is still half an hour before Mr. Li arrives, why did you come so early?"

Zhu Yunxi replied: "Mr. Xizhi was burdened to take over and entered the palace to teach. This is what my nephew did. Today is the first day, so I came here earlier to see if there was anything missing in the main hall. It is seventeen Why did Uncle come so early?"

There was a gloomy look on Zhu Quan's face, and he looked around the main hall with nostalgia in his eyes: "I think you also know that this year, your [-]th uncle will be Fan Daning."

Zhu Yunxi nodded. When the sons of the Ming Dynasty's clan grew up, they had to follow the instructions of the emperor's ancestors to enshrine the kingdom and guard the kingdom for the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Quan said a little desolately: "If we weren't the son of your grandpa, how could we be willing to leave home?"

Zhu Yunxi tilted his head and looked at the Seventeenth Uncle in front of him a few more times, thinking that this man would be able to hold the three guards of Duoyan in his hand shortly after he became a feudal clan, with [-] armored soldiers and [-] chariots under his name. Is it true or not?

He smiled slightly: "If the Seventeenth Uncle doesn't want to leave the capital, he can go and beg the Emperor's grandfather to live in Yingtian City for a few more years."

Zhu Quan took a look at Zhu Yunxi, smiled wryly, shook his head and said nothing.

At this time, there was another continuous sound of footsteps coming from the front, followed by the noise of young people, teenagers, and children.

Zhu Yunxi and Zhu Quan turned around and looked at the past.

Wu Yangyang, seven or eight princes of the Ming clan, ranging from eighteen or nineteen years old to five or six years old, all dressed in brocade and wearing gold and jade, have come hand in hand.

Facing the gaze of this group of people, Zhu Yunxi hurriedly bowed and cupped his fists: "Yunxi has met Uncle Thirteen."

"I met Uncle Fourteen."

"I met Uncle Fifteen."

"..."

"I've seen...Uncle 23..."

Looking at the 23rd uncle Zhu Gong who is only five years old this year, looking at the round face of the other party, with a mumbled expression of not waking up, blinking his big round eyes sleepily.

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but let out a long sigh in his heart.

With such a big kid, I have to respectfully call him Uncle 23.

The old man really has the spirit of a dragon and a horse!

However, the thirteenth uncle Yuwang Zhu Gui on the side snorted coldly: "After studying for so many years, I finally stopped a few years ago, but now it's good, we have to come back here to study again."

Although Zhu Gui didn't mention his name, anyone who heard what he said knew that he was coming for Zhu Yunxi.

The old fourteenth Han king Zhu Xi glanced at Zhu Gui, the oldest prince besides the prince, and the thirteenth prince Zhu Gui, his eyes flashed.

He smiled and looked at Zhu Yunxi: "Before we left Beijing to become a feudal clan, my brothers, nephews and nephews could get together to study together. It would be an aftertaste to think about it for a few years."

Zhu Yunxi smiled, and never cared about the insinuation of Zhu Gui, King of Yu, the Thirteenth Division.

Zhu Gui's temperament was originally like this, otherwise, he would not have been deprived of the throne as soon as Zhu Yunqi took the throne.Although Zhu Di later restored him the prince, but within a few years, because he did not repent, he was reprimanded by Zhu Di many times, and even took away the guards of the palace.

It's just that he proposed to reopen the main hall in front of the old man yesterday, not only for Fang Xiaoru alone, but also for the Hongwu princes of the Ming Dynasty in front of him.

He never spoke.

The little 23 Zhu Gong who was shaking his head in a daze seemed to feel that the atmosphere at the scene had turned cold, and opened his round eyes in a jerk.

"hungry……"

Zhu Kuan said in a childish voice that she was hungry, which immediately caused everyone present to burst into laughter.

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help but smile bitterly and took out a piece of meat pie prepared by Cai Die from his bosom, knelt down in front of Zhu Gong, and patted the kid on the head: "Uncle 23, eat it, it's still hot."

Zhu Xi's eyes widened immediately, and he snatched the meatloaf that Zhu Yunxi brought to him, swallowed two mouthfuls, and muttered indistinctly: "Yunxi is better!"

Zhu Gui, who was not willing to come to Dabentang to study at the side, snorted again: "What kind of book is this? Little 23, a child who can't live without his mother and concubine, what can he understand? According to our intention , it is better to follow the past.”

Is this what a brother or an uncle would say?

Zhu Yunxi's gaze couldn't help sinking, and he couldn't help but pinch the chubby little face of Uncle 23, who was gnawing on the meatloaf with all his heart.

Turning around, he looked calmly at the thirteenth uncle Yu Wang Zhu Gui.

"May I ask Uncle Thirteen, what do you think reading should look like?"

(End of this chapter)