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The wound, which was originally as thick as a finger, became smaller in just a few breaths.

"Hahaha, you are worthy of being the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty. You carry the mandate of heaven. Even in times of danger, auspicious signs will be bestowed upon you."

Zhu Jianshen finally felt relieved and burst into laughter.

The emperor, who called himself the Son of Heaven and the child of God, believed most in the will of heaven. When he saw such a wonderful sight, he began to think about it.

"It seems that Youji will definitely lead our Ming Dynasty to the pinnacle in the future, and even surpass Taizu!"

"We must not let Zhen'er hurt him again!"

After a while, Zhu Jianshen looked at Zhu Moye and saw that he had fully recovered, but he had not woken up. With a frown on his face, he asked the imperial physician, "Why hasn't the prince woken up yet?"

The imperial physician was also in a dilemma. Logically speaking, the tile could not have damaged the brain. Now that the wound had healed and the poison had been cleared by the auspicious sign, he should have woken up. But he had not woken up after such a long time. Could something have happened?

He had just angered the Emperor, and now he couldn't commit the crime of deceiving the Emperor. So he whimpered, "Your humble servant...your humble servant is inexperienced...I don't know..."

"Useless! Go get the famous killer doctor Ping Yizhi. If anything happens to the emperor, I'll bury you all with him!"

Zhu Jianshen roared angrily, with fire burning in his dragon eyes. He never expected that the government had become so chaotic that even the imperial physicians who saved lives were so incompetent, not to mention those high-ranking officials who were just sitting in office and doing nothing.

The imperial physician's breath caught in his throat. He said in embarrassment, "Your Majesty, calm down. Although I know Ping Yizhi, he is thousands of miles away from the capital. He also has a strange temper and may not be able to treat the prince."

"Hmph, all under heaven belongs to the king, and all the people in the world are his subjects! If he dares to disobey, you will pass on my command, mobilize the troops, and bring him back to me even if you force him!"

The imperial physician's face lit up with joy. Having said this, it was already an ultimatum. Not to mention Xiao Xiaoping Yizhi, even Ren Woxing of the Sun and Moon Sect would not dare to break up with the court.

In the past, Ping Yizhi relied on his superb medical skills and looked down on everyone, humiliating everyone in the medical circle. This time, with the emperor's oral order, he was likely to be able to hold his head high.

Just as the imperial physician was about to kneel down to thank him and accept the order, there was a noise from the bed.

"No need."

Zhu Moye stood up calmly. He had actually woken up a long time ago, but he had just left in a huff with the little girl Tianyi and didn't know how to leave his own consciousness space. He wasted a lot of time and was eventually sent out by Tianyi. He could hear the situation outside clearly.

Touching the cold object in his pocket, Zhu Moye smiled. Although Tianyi was a very arrogant girl, she was not a bad person.

At least, she was still worried that Zhu Moye was too young and might get into trouble again, so she gave him a pistol when she sent him out.

"My dear, are you feeling unwell? I'm hungry. Do you want to eat something?"

Seeing that Zhu Moye had woken up, Zhu Jianshen's anger was instantly extinguished. He hurried forward and asked with concern.

The great emperor of the Ming Dynasty is now like an ordinary parent, caring and warm.

This natural scene moved the orphan Zhu Moye.

Parents all over the world have a heart of their own. No matter they are poor or rich, their love for their children is always the most genuine.

Chapter 8 The initial plan

"Father, I'm fine. You don't have to worry. You are the ruler of a country. Go and do your work. The child is fine."

Zhu Moye's mind was slightly confused. He had never felt this kind of emotion before, which made him feel a little at a loss. He spoke hurriedly.

Although the Emperor Chenghua in front of him was kind and amiable, he was only Zhu Youji's father after all, not his, Zhu Moye's.

It is best to keep a distance from them to avoid developing feelings and causing concerns in future actions.

"As long as it's okay, it'll be okay."

Zhu Jianshen was still a little frightened when he heard Zhu Moye's energetic voice, and he repeated it twice.

After observing for a while, he saw that Zhu Moye was fine, so he breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Xiao Zhengzi and instructed him, "Xiao Zhengzi, serve the prince well here. When the prince recovers, I will reward him handsomely."

As he spoke, he strode out the door with the imperial physician.

An emperor never drags his feet or acts arbitrarily. It should be like this.

After Zhu Jianshen walked away, Xiao Zhengzi, who had been kneeling on the ground, suddenly collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, and his clothes were soaked.

After a moment, he walked up to Zhu Moye with a sympathetic look on his face and said with a wry smile, "Your Highness, you scared me to death."

Zhu Moye couldn't help laughing. After being questioned by the current emperor for a long time, the little eunuch, who had never felt such pressure from a superior, was lucky not to be scared to death.

Immediately, he fell into deep thought.

This time, the bitch Concubine Wan didn't kill me, but I guess she will come up with a new trick tomorrow.

I have to think carefully about how to deal with her.

In any world, when a person's military power reaches a certain level, he no longer needs to fear any power or conspiracy.

But the mission has not been completed yet, and there are no points at all, so it is impossible to exchange them for a large number of guns and ammunition.

The martial arts secrets that can improve personal combat power and turn oneself into a human nuclear weapon are all priced sky-high. The most rubbish Shaolin entry-level martial arts, the Subduing Tiger Fist, requires a full 1,000 points, which is simply beyond my reach now.

As for forming your own power...

The crown prince, who was only two or three years old, had not yet grown into his full potential and could be deposed at any time. It was impossible for those ministers to disobey the powerful Concubine Wan and tie themselves to him.

Whether it is improving personal strength or forming a force, it is not something that can be achieved overnight.

It's so difficult... I'm so unlucky that I traveled through time and space and became Prince Daogong, who is in the worst situation.

In his previous life, the God of Death, who had always advocated personal strength above all else, felt powerless for the first time in the turbulent imperial palace.

As he thought about it, Zhu Moye's brows furrowed deeply.

Xiao Zhengzi, who was standing by, saw the change in the prince's expression. Being good at observing people's expressions, he guessed most of what was going on in an instant.

He then mustered up the courage to ask tentatively, "Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince worried about Concubine Wan?"

Zhu Moye was slightly startled when he heard this, then gave a thumbs-up and praised, "You are quite clever, little eunuch. Do you have any good ideas?"

Xiao Zhengzi had a strange look on his face. Why did the little prince not speak like a child at all?

After a moment of confusion, he didn't think too much and said, "I don't have any countermeasures. However, I am in charge of the East Factory. I heard that Lord Wan Tong, the younger brother of Concubine Wan, has always had a bad relationship with the East Factory."

At this point, Xiao Zhengzi looked embarrassed, not knowing whether he should continue.

Now that I am serving the Crown Prince, I am already tied to the Crown Prince's Mansion. Moreover, I rescued the Crown Prince and ruined Concubine Wan's plan, so I must have been hated by Concubine Wan.

If one prospers, all prosper; if one suffers, all suffer. If the prince falls, I am afraid that I will lose my head and my entire family will be implicated.

Thinking of this, a ruthless look appeared on Xiao Zhengzi's pretty face. He bit his lip and said, "Prince, if you want to fight against Concubine Wan, you might as well take the East Factory for your own use."

East Factory?

Zhu Moye's eyes lit up and an idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

It is true that bystanders see things more clearly than those involved. Even the famous East Factory of the Ming Dynasty was forgotten.

In just a few breaths, Zhu Moye's brain worked at high speed and he came up with the outline of a plan.

"Have you ever practiced the Sunflower Manual?"

Zhu Moye suddenly said something incoherent, leaving Xiao Zhengzi at a loss for words.

After thinking for a moment and organizing his words, he slowly said, "Your Highness, I am not qualified to practice the Supreme Codex of the East Factory. This secret method is only mastered by the Supervisor and a few of the Supervisors."

Holy crap, there really is a Sunflower Manual!

The original novel often says that the Sunflower Manual was created by the eunuchs of the East Factory of the previous dynasty. The previous dynasty does not refer to the previous dynasty, but can also refer to the period of the previous emperor.

It seems that the Book of the Golden Flower was indeed written by the eunuchs of the East Factory of the Ming Dynasty. It's ridiculous that people still think that Dongfang Bubai is the best master in the world.

Little did people know that almost all the strongest masters in the world serve in the imperial court.

The existence of the Sunflower Manual was confirmed, and Zhu Moye also fully confirmed that this was the parallel universe of Jin Yong's martial arts novels.

In an instant, the outline of the plan became complete, and Zhu Moye seemed to have seen a road to heaven.

Moreover, perhaps even the martial arts secrets in the plane mall are no longer needed.

Thinking of this, Zhu Moye's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile, as if he was fully confident and had a plan in mind.

He slowly said, "Xiao Zhengzi, what's your full name?"

Although Xiao Zhengzi didn't understand why the prince asked his name, when he saw the prince's smile, he knew that this little prince with an extraordinary mind had already won the victory.

"Your Highness, my surname is Yu, and my given name is Zheng."

Yu Zheng? What a great name!

Zhu Moxie was in high spirits. He slammed the table and stood up, shouting, "Alright! Yu Zheng, do you dare to be the boss of the Western Factory?!"

Yu Zheng's eyes instantly lit up, without hesitation:

"dare!"

Chapter 9 In the court!

The next day, the golden rooster crowed and the sun rose.

It should have been time for breakfast, but at this moment, the Golden Palace in the Imperial Palace was bustling with people. Several rows of civil and military officials were waiting there, sleepy-eyed and yawning.

"The Emperor has arrived!"

"The Imperial Concubine has arrived!"

"The prince has arrived!"

Just as they were dozing off, three sharp shouts in succession jolted them awake. They quickly wiped their eyes and acted as if they were in high spirits.

However, everyone was wondering what had happened today that had attracted Concubine Wan to watch the morning court.

Moreover, the prince, who was still young and not old enough to listen to the affairs of state, had arrived.

Dozens of people in the court exchanged glances. Those who could reach their positions were all extremely meticulous and they all smelled something unusual.

Zhu Jianshen walked out from the side, walking like a dragon and a tiger, full of energy and spirit.

Following behind him were two people, one big and one small. They were Concubine Wan, who was already over 40 years old, and Zhu Moye.

Although Concubine Wan was over forty years old, she lived in the imperial palace, was pampered and well-maintained, and still looked like a middle-aged woman with charm.

Zhu Moye, who was walking beside her, took a quick glance at the most favored concubine in history, who looked so graceful and elegant, like the mother of the country. However, he curled his lips and secretly complained in his heart that even after using the best skin care products and cosmetics in the world, she only looked 50% or 60%, just reaching the passing line of beauty.

If she takes off her makeup, she will probably become a bit ordinary in an instant.

No wonder before Zhu Jianshen became emperor, this bitch was just a palace maid and was not favored by the emperor.

Alas, Emperor Chenghua has a very strong taste. He doesn’t want so many beautiful women in the world, but only loves an old lady.

Wan Zhen'er seemed to feel Zhu Moye's gaze, and a glance from the corner of her eye also cast a glance over. She narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a kind and amiable smile.

If Zhu Moye was not a top killer, extremely sensitive to murderous intent, and had not sensed that hint of hidden coldness, and had not known this cruel woman inside and out.

I'm afraid I'll be deceived by her.

"Long live my emperor! Long live!"

"Long live Concubine Wan!"

"Long live the prince!"

Dozens of ministers knelt down, kowtowed and worshipped, speaking eloquently and shouting three times in a row. The sound was like a tide, which was quite impressive.

Zhu Jianshen walked up to the dragon throne and sat down leisurely, with a hint of a smile on his face. He waved his hand and said loudly, "Haha, my dear ministers, please stand up."

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Immediately, he turned to look at Zhu Moye and Concubine Wan standing beside him, and said with a smile: "My beloved concubine, my son, please sit down."

"Zhen'er thanks the emperor for the seat."

Wan Zhen'er bowed to Zhu Jianshen and thanked him in a sweet voice.

When their eyes met, the indescribable feeling made Zhu Moye feel creepy.

The abnormal love between these two people made Zhu Moye feel very nauseous. He snorted lightly and without saying anything else, he walked directly to the mahogany carved dragon stool at the lower left of the dragon throne and sat down.

Zhu Jianshen's smile froze, and he explained to Wan Zhen'er awkwardly, "My beloved concubine, please don't mind me. The emperor was a little frightened yesterday, so he lost his manners."

Wan Zhen'er smiled sweetly, shook her head, and said calmly, "Your Majesty, you are too kind. The Crown Prince is still young, and I don't mind."

When Zhu Moye saw the two of them singing the same tune, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. This Concubine Wan was indeed a movie star-level figure. No wonder she could win the favor of Zhu Jianshen. Her pretense was without any trace of PS. If he didn't know Wan Zhen'er well, he would not have been able to see the clues.

What made him cry out in disbelief was that Zhu Jianshen knew Wan Zhen'er's character very well, but at this moment he still looked extremely satisfied, and was genuinely happy.

Zhu Moye couldn't help but feel a chill. Love was indeed the most terrifying thing. Even the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, a fierce dragon, was tamed into a good cat.

"Well, I will hold court early today and summon you all to come here because of the Crown Prince's matter."