"Of course there is," Fang Yuegong stretched out his left hand: "Your Majesty's leaving the Crown Prince in Nanjing is just a superficial appearance. If you want to know the truth, you need to clear the fog!"
Ni Yuanlu stopped and looked at the guard beside him.
Upon seeing this, the guards immediately walked a dozen steps away and covered their ears with their hands.
They were afraid of Ni Yuanlu from the bottom of their hearts.
The reason was simple: Zhu Cilang trusted Ni Yuanlu too much.
Let me put it this way.
If you offend the prince in Nanjing, you might still be able to survive.
If anyone offended Ni Yuanlu, the prince would execute that person without mercy.
"How can we see the sun through the clouds?" Ni Yuanlu asked in a low voice after making sure no one could hear him.
"First question," Fang Yuegong stretched out his left index finger, "What does the Ming Dynasty lack?"
"I'm short of money." Ni Yuanlu answered readily.
"The second question," Fang Yuegong raised his left middle finger, "Who is rich in the Ming Dynasty?"
"Princes, landlords, gentry, and merchants!" Ni Yuanlu answered as quickly as ever.
"Third question," Fang Yuegong held up his left ring finger, "When the Ming Dynasty was most short of money, did these people pay out money?"
"No," Ni Yuanlu shook his head vigorously, "Not only did he not take out any money, he kept putting money into his pocket."
"Well then," Fang Yuegong stretched out his left pinky finger and asked the last question: "In your impression, does His Majesty hold grudges?"
"It's hard to say," Ni Yuanlu showed a hesitant expression for the first time, "Your Majesty has never been merciful when killing people, but there are times when you are magnanimous."
"Haha," Fang Yuegong smiled faintly, "Your Majesty's magnanimity is based on the fact that the other party has changed for the better. If they are still as stubborn as before, Your Majesty will never let them go."
Ni Yuanlu stroked his beard with his right hand and thought for a long time, then raised his head and asked, "You mean... Your Majesty wants to kill these people?"
"Some things can only be understood but not expressed in words." Fang Yuegong smiled mysteriously.
"No way?" Ni Yuanlu said unconfidently: "They are all citizens of the Ming Dynasty. If Your Majesty does this, the news may spread..."
"Brother Ruyu," Fang Yuegong patted Ni Yuanlu on the shoulder, "You have stayed in Nanjing for too long. Not only has your vision become narrow, but your vision has also become short-sighted. Your Majesty is already busy loving the people, so how could he attack the people of the Ming Dynasty?"
Seeing that Ni Yuanlu was still somewhat puzzled, Fang Yuegong sighed and said, "Your Majesty only knows how to attack the enemy."
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