Chapter 87: Does a grandfather need a reason to beat his grandson?
Because of what he had just experienced, when Zhu Yunhuan heard what Old Zhu said, he didn't take it seriously at all and continued talking to himself.
"Grandpa Emperor, your grandson really doesn't mind these things."
"As the saying goes, loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains. Wherever my grandson dies in the future, there he will be buried."
Old Zhu felt a headache after hearing this. Was this child stimulated by his father's affairs?
It is not a good thing to have this mentality at such a young age. If it is not properly guided, it is easy to develop a desire to escape from the world.
"Grandson, don't you have any ideals?"
"Yes, I have!"
Zhu Yunhuan became excited when talking about his ideal.
"My biggest dream in this life is to be crowned king, far away, where no one can reach me!"
"Then eat, drink and have fun, and live a carefree life!"
When Zhu Yunhuan said that no one could be defeated, he was actually referring to Zhu Di and Zhu Yunwen, but it had a different meaning to Zhu Yunwen's ears.
We haven't hit him many times, right? Is it necessary for him to run away from us?
Eating, drinking and having fun is in line with his personality, but...
Old Zhu glanced in the direction of Prince Yiwen's tomb and thought bitterly in his heart, You rebellious grandson, you wishful thinking. If your father were still alive, perhaps I would have obeyed you and let you be a free and easy prince.
Now your father has gone to hide away, and you, his grandson, still want to run away? I'll break your legs!
Although Old Zhu wanted to pin Zhu Yunhuan to the ground and beat him up, he suppressed his temper and patiently guided him.
The main reason was that he was frightened by what Hao Wenjie, the director of the Imperial Hospital, said last time. He was afraid that he would not be able to control his strength and really hurt this grandson.
"Grandson, you should have some lofty ambitions. How can you just think about eating, drinking and having fun?"
"Grandpa Emperor, I would like to have ambitions, but I..."
"Forget it, let's not talk about this anymore, it's meaningless. I'd better figure out how to live a happy life..."
"We're not angry!"
"What?"
Lao Zhu had just been preparing himself mentally, telling himself not to get angry, but he couldn't help but said it out loud.
Now seeing Zhu Yunhuan asking him, he quickly turned a blind eye.
“Hehehe!”
"We said...we said nothing!"
"oh……"
The two men returned to the carriage. Old Zhu closed his eyes, leaned back and ignored his grandson. He was afraid that if he continued chatting with him for a while, he would not be able to help but throw him out.
Seeing that Old Zhu ignored him, Zhu Yunhuan suddenly became much happier. He stretched out his little head and looked around at the scenery, commenting on it as he watched.
"That hilltop is great. It's a Feng Shui treasure land that can store wind and absorb energy!"
"Hey, this is also good. The stream meanders through, just like a jade belt wrapped around the waist. It's also a good feng shui!"
"I have decided that when I return to my own kingdom, I will also find a place like this as my burial site!"
"No need to build a tomb, just burn yourself into ashes and scatter them all over the mountains and fields. It's both green and environmentally friendly!"
"Perfect!"
Although Old Zhu had his eyes closed, his ears were perked up and he was terrified when he heard these words.
In fact, not only Old Zhu couldn't stand it, even Erhu, who was driving the carriage, felt a headache after hearing it.
What's wrong with the Third Prince? Has he been provoked to such an extent that he wants to grind himself to ashes?
In fact, what Zhu Yunhuan said was just a common behavior in later generations, but this common behavior was considered extremely negative in the eyes of the people of the Ming Dynasty.
After all, these days, unless you are a very evil person, you will not be treated as a person who has been crushed to ashes.
Zhu Yunhuan, the grandson of the emperor, had such thoughts, which shows how nervous Zhu was.
This made him feel more panic than hearing Zhu Yunhuan talk about eating, drinking and having fun. After all, eating, drinking and having fun were nothing but laziness, and they could be cured by a few whippings.
But if one develops the desire to escape from the world, this person's spirit will be ruined!
Sometimes, people can only understand the meaning of life after going to the crematorium and seeing their former loved ones being pushed into the furnace and turned into ashes.
This was what Zhu Yunhuan did at this time. Not only did he throw aside the matter of the founder of fantasy, but even the industrial Ming Dynasty that he had been thinking about was forgotten by him.
He is now only thinking about how to live his life elegantly and happily. As for responsibility or history, it is none of his business!
Even if Zhu Di and Zhu Yunwen were fighting each other like pigs and dog heads, he wouldn't even bother to look at them.
Zhu Yunhuan looked around for a while, suddenly retracted his head in boredom, and then leaned against the wall of the car in a daze.
When Old Zhu saw that his grandson had stopped talking, he squinted his eyes to take a look at him, and then saw that he was in a daze.
Now Old Zhu was even more panicked. Could it be that this child was really upset by his father's death?
When Old Zhu thought about how the child had cried himself into a state of soul-dissociation in the mourning hall, he suddenly became as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
What to do?
How can we divert this child's attention to other things, so that he doesn't keep thinking about life and death?
The reason why Zhu Yuanzhang was able to become an emperor was because he had a special skill, which was to simplify complex problems.
When Old Zhu saw the stupid look on the kid's face, he glared at him and yelled.
"Zhu Yunxun, do you admit your guilt?"
"ah?"
Old Zhu's sudden shout not only frightened Zhu Yunhuan, but also made Erhu, who was driving the carriage, shudder.
"I...what did I do wrong again?"
"Erhu, go to the roadside and pick a willow branch that is as thick as a finger!"
Erhu stopped the carriage immediately, then came to the willow tree, measured with his thinnest ring finger, picked up a willow tree, broke it off, removed the leaves on it and handed it to Lao Zhu.
Old Zhu shook the willow branch in his hand and shouted at Zhu Yunhuan.
"Get down!"
"ah?"
"You dare to disobey my order?"
"Oh my god...what is this for? Putting such a big hat on me?"
Zhu Yunxun grumbled as he lay down, and then he felt a heavy blow of willow branches on his buttocks, followed by the second and third...
This time, Old Zhu was different from the past. He didn't even count how many times he hit his grandson . He just watched his grandson's movements.
Until the grandson couldn't bear it anymore and cried out "Wow", he reduced his strength and then hit him a few more times before he got up.
"Do you want to know what you did wrong?"
"No……"
"Kneel over there and think about it slowly. If you can't figure it out, I'll beat you up later!"
“Wow…”
Zhu Yunhuan didn't dare to argue. He could only kneel down in the corner of the carriage and sob and wipe his tears. Then he wondered what mistake he had made that made the old man hit him like that.
He thought about the matter that made him depressed for a long time but couldn't figure it out.
When Old Zhu saw his eldest grandson crying, he immediately felt much better.
It's better to let him cry a little than to let him have wild thoughts. If he becomes a monk, I will cry to death!
"Have you finished your homework?"
"Replying to Grandpa Huang, I still have 3,000 words to go. I expect to finish it the day after tomorrow."
"tomorrow!"
"If you can't hand it in tomorrow morning, I'll show you how I'll deal with you!"
“Wow…”
“Grandpa Emperor, please spare me and give me one more day. I really , wow wow wow…”
Old Zhu said arrogantly.
"We don't care. If you miss a word, we'll whip you."
"If you dare to let someone write even one word for you, I'll give you ten lashes!"
Zhu Yunhuan felt even more aggrieved when he heard this, and cried even louder. He even cried loudly on purpose to win Zhu's sympathy.
However, when Lao Zhu heard the loud cry, he did not feel annoyed, but felt relieved.
Cry, cry, and when you are tired of crying, you will no longer think about those trivial things.
The group arrived quickly. As soon as the carriage stopped, Zhu Yunhuan jumped out and ran to the portrait of his father and cried.
Old Zhu walked towards the Xiandian slowly with square steps. Erhu followed behind him and couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Your Majesty, what mistake did the young master make today?"
"Nothing wrong!"
"Then why did you hit him?"
Old Zhu said as a matter of course.
"Does a grandfather need a reason to beat his grandson?"
"Besides, whether it's a mistake or not, you should correct it if it's right, and try to improve if it's right!"
