Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

At night, when the moon is bright during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

I don’t know why, but the prison guards were kind-hearted and gave each person a piece of inferior mooncake. What’s interesting is that at this time, no matter whether they were dignitaries who had never looked down on this kind of mooncake in the past, or poor people who rarely had the opportunity to eat mooncakes, Most of them are reluctant to eat.

Even if there is food, he still chews it slowly and savors it with his clothes, as if this is the rest of his life.

Obviously, many prisoners realize that they will not be able to eat mooncakes for the next Mid-Autumn Festival. This fear of death overwhelms the longing for the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Of course, not everyone eats this kind of cheap mooncakes, at least not the powerful warriors.

Jiang Xinghuo watched helplessly as the bearded Gao Yu used a golden bean that shone brightly under the moonlight to bribe the jailer and let him in.

"It's such a beautiful moonlight, why don't you sleep?"

Zhu Gaoxu didn't answer. He was stroking his beard, holding a piece of moon cake in his hand, and started chanting poems to the moon. He was obviously in a very good mood.

The third brother Zhu Gaosui came to visit him with orders from his father Zhu Di, and even asked for his opinion on reducing the vassal state.

Zhu Gaoxu directly wrote Jiang Xinghuo's strategy into the memorial. He is now waiting for his father to praise him at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet. Of course, he is in a good mood.

"When I was young, I didn't know the moon. I thought it was a white jade plate. I also doubted that the mirror on the Yao table was flying in the blue clouds."

Jiang Xinghuo was still lying on the straw pile, and even played the beat along with it.

But there is no further text.

"Then what?" Jiang Xinghuo couldn't help but ask.

“When I was a kid, I memorized these few sentences when I was studying, and the rest have long been forgotten.”

Zhu Gaoxu replied simply, and at the same time, he also stuffed the moon cake into his mouth without even leaving any crumbs.

"At that time, the old man who studied wanted to hire the best gentleman for me."

After chewing twice and swallowing it whole, Zhu Gaoxu wiped his mouth and said, "But I haven't loved learning since I was a child, and the nonsense those teachers said made me dizzy. If I could have met Mr. Jiang as a child who was so willing to reason, Maybe I still have some knowledge now."

"Your father is also doing good for you." Jiang Xinghuo bit off a piece of mooncake and ate it slowly.

Hearing these words, Zhu Gaoxu was first angry as usual, and then he was relieved and sighed dejectedly.

"I couldn't read, so the old man beat me like a dog with a whip in front of many people. I was stubborn at that time, and the more I was beaten, the less I wanted to read, and then it was settled. Now that I think about it, the old man Maybe it’s really good for me.”

"But I still hate him!" Zhu Gaoxu said while chewing a piece of mooncake through gritted teeth.

After eating the mooncakes, Jiang Xinghuo lay down on the straw with his head raised. He didn't have the habit of resolving family disputes for others, so he just listened quietly.

Maybe the other person just needs an audience.

"The old man told me that I was not a good scholar, so he sent me to learn martial arts. The noble family had many veterans who came out of the battlefield when Hongwu founded the country. They all said that I was born to be a general. "

Zhu Gaoxu squatted beside the straw pile and was still angry: "During the Jingnan period, the old man told me that my eldest brother wanted to take care of the family business, so he asked me to lead the troops to fight for his life. He also promised me to inherit his title in the future. Now I am reduced to He didn't even take a look at the prison!"

"On Mid-Autumn Festival, let me stay alone in the prison."

"It's like I'm a lost dog on the road!"

"Pooh!"

"Gao Yu." Jiang Xinghuo glanced at the bearded man sympathetically and said: "You are somewhat similar to the second son of Emperor Yongle. It's okay. He didn't even get to eat the pie of becoming emperor. You don't feel any worse than him. Much smaller?”

Hearing this, Zhu Gaoxu's heart tightened, and he almost thought Jiang Xinghuo had seen through his identity.

Seeing that Jiang Xinghuo seemed to just say it casually, Zhu Gaoxu felt relieved.

However, Zhu Gaoxu suddenly shuddered, and he suddenly realized an important issue.

How did Jiang Xinghuo know that his father, Zhu Di, had made a promise to him that "the prince will be very ill"?

The reason why Zhu Di dared to turn his back on this matter was that except for the two of him, only a few personal guards around him heard it, and there were no weighty witnesses.

It is precisely because of this that no more than ten people in the entire Ming Dynasty know about this matter.

Jiang Xinghuo wasn't there, how could he know? !

Zhu Gaoxu said cautiously: "Mr. Jiang, what kind of statement is this? I have never heard of it."

Jiang Xinghuo roughly recalled: "In the battle on the river, Zhu Di was defeated. At the critical moment, his second son led the cavalry. Zhu Di stroked his back and said, 'The prince is very sick, so you should try your best.'" He drew an unclear big picture. cake."

"So that's it." Zhu Gaoxu laughed at himself when he heard the idea of ​​painting cakes, "It's quite interesting. I wonder where Mr. Jiang heard about it?"

"have witnessed."

Jiang Xinghuo's understatement made Zhu Gaoxu instantly break out in sweat.

His eyes were as wide as bells.

have witnessed? !

Zhu Gaoxu was very sure that at that time, he protected Zhu Di and ran to a hillside in embarrassment before stopping. Apart from the two of them, there were only four of Zhu Di's personal guards around him. Ji Gang, who was usually responsible for holding Zhu Di's spare horse, and the sharpshooter Tong Xin , the fire-eared ash who is good at forbidding, and Timur who is good at axe, there is no one else.

Where did Jiang Xinghuo see it? ? ?

Moreover, based on Ji Gang's previous investigation of people who had contact with the second prince, and the files Jiang Xinghuo left behind when he was imprisoned a year ago, this is the information Zhu Gaoxu was told.

Judging from the time, in the last year of Jingnan, Jiang Xinghuo spent every day on the painting boat on the Qinhuai River with the good girls in darkness. How could he teleport to the battlefield hundreds of miles away?

"Mr. Jiang originally served in the Yan Army?"

Seeing the other party's puzzled look, Jiang Xinghuo added: "I read it in a book."

Shock!

Zhu Gaoxu looked at the moon outside the sky window of his cell, and a terrifying thought came to his mind.

The next forgotten line of the poem suddenly came to him from his memory.

"The Immortal hangs his legs, and the osmanthus tree is no longer round. The white rabbit pounded the medicine and asked who he wanted to eat with?"

The toad has eroded its round shadow, and the bright night has faded away. Yi Xi fell into the Nine Crows, and heaven and man were clear and peaceful. "

The Immortal hangs his feet. The bright night has faded. Heaven and humans are clear and peaceful.

Zhu Gaoxu looked at Jiang Xinghuo, who was lying with the word "big" on the straw pile with his feet hanging naturally on the edge, with some disbelief.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, death is approaching.

And the other party who knows everything is so calm and stable!

I even yearn for death every day!

Coupled with the previous miraculous actions, all these almost point to the same answer to the question!

Is Mr. Jiang the legendary immortal who saw the past of "Zhu Gaoxu" from the heavenly book?

After coming to this conclusion, Zhu Gaoxu suppressed the shock and fear in his heart. He swallowed and asked tentatively.

"Then Mr. Jiang thinks that the second son of Emperor Yongle can become emperor in the future?"

Hearing this, Jiang Xinghuo turned over from the straw pile, looked at Zhu Gaoxu, and said mysteriously: "I promised others that I would not tell others about the future. Can you do it like me? ?”

"Of course I can."

Zhu Gaoxu was extremely excited, waiting for Jiang Xinghuo's answer, and even his beard trembled slightly.

"Of course I can too."

Jiang Xinghuo turned over again, leaving Zhu Gaoxu in a daze.