Great Ming: I, Zhu Di, Declare My Intentions to Seize the Throne from the Start!

"Princess, Master Daoyan has arrived."

The little girl stood outside the tent and shouted.

"Come in." A sweet voice came out.

The little girl lifted the curtain and made a gesture of invitation, "Master Daoyan, please."

Yao Guangxiao clasped his hands together, nodded with a smile, bent slightly and walked into the tent, looking forward...

In front of the screen opposite the tent door, a woman with black hair and strings of pearls hanging on both sides of her ears was sitting behind the desk with a smile.

The woman is wearing a snow-white dress with sky blue stripes on the collar and cuffs.

Simple and elegant, it is embellished with sky blue stripes without looking monotonous.

The color combination makes people think of blue sky and white clouds.

No wonder it is called the white swan of the prairie.

After Yao Guangxiao came closer, he put away his eyes of pure admiration and clasped his hands together, "I thank the princess for the invitation."

"Master, please take a seat." Wu Yunqige smiled brightly and raised her hand to motion to the small table next to the tent.

Dao Yan thanked him and sat down.

Wu Yunqige picked up the small bowl of fried rice on the table.

After glancing at Dao Yan who was following suit, he put the fried rice into another bowl and said with a smile, "Master, are you used to prairie food?"

"Fried rice is the food that ordinary people in our grasslands rely on for survival..."

After steaming, frying, grinding and other processes, the millet is fragrant and refreshing, and can satisfy hunger...

"To a certain extent, it can also replace tea. In order to besiege our grassland, your Ming Dynasty banned the trafficking of tea to the grassland. Our herdsmen rely on fried rice to replace tea..."

"Can't our two races live without war?"

…

Yao Guangxiao looked up and watched Wu Yunqige pour the boiling milk into the bowl.

He lowered his head and picked up the small teapot next to him.

He poured the tea inside into the bowl and said with a smile: "The poor monk also hopes that there will be no war between the two races, but this is beyond the control of the poor monk. I am afraid that the princess cannot control it either."

"If the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty falls on the grassland, I'm afraid the war between the two clans will become more intense."

Wu Yunqige raised her head and looked at Yao Guangxiao with great interest: "Master seems to be very concerned about this King Yan?"

She found that during this period, Daoyan would often change the topic to the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty, intentionally or unintentionally.

In addition, during this period, news came one after another.

She was also very curious about the prince.

‘Can you not care? He is an irreplaceable piece in the chess game of the poor monk! ’

Yao Guangxiao slandered, clasped his hands and smiled, "The poor monk is from the Central Plains after all, a citizen of the Ming Dynasty. It is understandable that he is concerned about the safety of the prince of this dynasty. Isn't the princess worried about the safety of King Yi?"

Wu Yunqige curled her lips imperceptibly.

King Yi was cautious and stopped to take care of Erzhen. She had already heard about it.

The four princes of the Ming Dynasty were fighting in and out of the territory of their prairie people.

The future co-owner of the grassland hunts the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty.

They didn't even dare to lead the troops in battle in person.

Previously, family members and people around him said that King Yi was the most wise and mighty king on the grassland today.

Now it seems that it is somewhat exaggerated.

I don’t know what will happen to her, the future Princess of the Prairie.

Counterattacking the Central Plains is the dream of these brave men in the grassland who have lost their blood.

A woman can't control her.

I don’t want to care either.

I just hope that I will not become a prisoner of the Ming Dynasty people in the future.

Her family has been living in Helin.

Even when the Yuan Dynasty ruled the Central Plains, they lived in the Helin fiefdom, but they also went to the Central Plains.

Although she likes riding horses and hunting, she has also read some history books on the Central Plains.

It is said that the imperial concubines of the Northern Song Dynasty were kidnapped by the Kingdom of Jin and sent to the north, where they were subjected to inhuman humiliation and torture.

Be reduced to a plaything.

If one day, she also encounters a similar fate.

She would never endure bullying like those cowardly and contented Northern Song Dynasty princesses.

She will choose death.

Ever since she was able to ride a horse and chase the eagle in the sky on the vast green grassland, she gradually understood a truth.

The value of life.

No longer meaninglessly long.

And whether every day is wonderful and fulfilling.

"I really have the latest news about the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty..."

Yao Guangxiao's hands shook, and the boiling tea in the bowl overflowed with a few soaked grains of fried rice, and the corners of his lips twitched in pain.

Wu Yunqige smiled slyly.

Sure enough, she guessed it right.

For some unknown reason, Daoyan was very concerned about the news about the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty.

She just confirmed her speculation. As for the relationship between the two parties, she didn't care.

"A scout just sent news this morning. A few days ago, the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty was trapped in Chenchahar, where tens of thousands of losers joined forces to suppress..."

Yao Guangxiao listened attentively, and couldn't help but twitching his lips when he heard Wu Yunqige commenting on his compatriots as useless people.

‘What a princess with a lot of personality. ’

"The fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty led hundreds of Ming troops and turned back towards Liaodong, killing 4 captains of ten thousand and 15 captains of thousands..."

Is that human being?

Is the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty particularly ugly and fierce?

Anyway, during this period, everyone around her said so.

Some people even say that the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty had a leopard head, tiger eyes, and a wolf king's mouth...

Put together in this way, the fourth prince of Ming Dynasty is simply an ugly person.

"Master Daoyan, let me tell you some news. Can you also tell me about this fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty?"

Wu Yunqige looked at Dao Yan.

Originally, I wanted to find out more about Sister Guanyinnu.

Monk Daoyan's attitude towards the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty made her curious about the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty.

Yao Guangxiao was stunned and stunned.

4 captains of thousands, 15 captains of thousands...

'Fortunately the poor monk ran fast! ’

"Master Daoyan..."

Yao Guangxiao finally came back to his senses, clasped his hands together, and said apologetically: "I wonder what the princess wants to know?"

"Do you know that the fourth prince is extremely ugly and vicious?" Wu Yunqige asked curiously, holding an exquisite small bowl of milk soaked with fried rice.

Ahem...

Yao Guangxiao coughed repeatedly.

He suppressed a smile, shook his head and said: "The poor monk has never seen the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty, but he should not be so ugly. Otherwise, how could the apple of Duke Wei's eye marry him to Zhu Silang."

Wu Yunqige's big eyes widened instantly, "Marry yourself, Master, tell me about it."

She knows some of the etiquette and customs of the Central Plains.

Don’t talk about the Central Plains.

Even for grassland women, it is very brave to marry oneself.

Miss Xu, a woman from the Central Plains, is so brave?

…

Soon, Wu Yunqige became fascinated.

until noon.

After Yao Guangxiao stopped with his mouth dry, Wu Yunqige sighed: "Is your Ming Dynasty emperor a fool? Such an outstanding prince will definitely be reused on our grassland and even inherit the throne."

Can farm.

All the students he teaches can pass the Tongsheng examination and are very outstanding.

Bidding includes tax.

Rural village community.

The scholar examination was an unprecedented difficulty, and I got the first place in Class A.

Now he leads the troops to seize the imperial seal and travels across Liaodong and the grasslands...

"If the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty is captured by us, I will definitely ask King Yi to give him a way out. Your Ming Dynasty does not value talents. Our grassland can use the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty to benefit the grassland. In the future, we will support him to fight back to the Central Plains and seize the power of the Hunjun. The throne! In this way, the two races can be friendly for generations, right?"

new

puff!

Yao Guangxiao just took a sip of tea and instantly squirted all over...

…

Half a day after Zhu Di set off.

Zhang Yu arrived with his troops.

Standing next to Nai'er Buhua's body, his face was full of astonishment.

Damn it!

How did the fourth child fight this battle?

He was quite worried at first.

Be prepared for the worst, and if the fourth child fails to break through the blockade, he will personally exit the game.

But as he chased him, he kept encountering the corpses of Koreans killed in battle.

After chasing him all the way to Khalkha, Gui Lao Si gave him another big surprise.

Nai'er and Hua were all killed by Gui Laosi!

One lieutenant, four captains of thousands, fifteen captains of thousands...

Thinking about the result of this victory, his scalp was numb.

"Zhiyuan, there is still a spirited person here!"

Hearing the sound, Zhang Yu raised his head and walked over quickly...

He urgently wanted to know how Gui Laosi fought this battle.

It’s too mysterious!

Must learn.

A Yuan soldier was pressed by Paoze's body, and his injuries were not particularly serious.

Zhang Yu quickly ordered someone to bandage it briefly, and at the same time asked: "Tell me, what's going on."

"The Korean people despicably took refuge with the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty and attacked the prince secretly..."

Zhang Yu was stunned, came to his senses, and asked: "Why did the Koreans seek refuge with the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty?"

The wounded soldier swallowed.

I don't know if it's thirst or fear.

Zhang Yu winked at Zheng Shilong, who unscrewed the wine bag and gave the wounded soldier a sip of kumiss.

The wounded soldier calmed down and murmured: "The Koreans were scared to death by the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty. I was a personal soldier of the Taiwei. I was nearby at the time and heard the battle last night with my own ears..."

The fourth ghost!

You are so cunning and unprovoked!

Zhang Yu laughed and cursed secretly while listening.

I felt relaxed and happy all over, and at the same time, I was extremely shocked.

After the wounded soldier finished speaking and was taken away, Zheng Shilong touched his bald head shining in the sun and cursed, "Damn it, could it be that the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty really came down from the martial arts star? Six hundred tired soldiers can defeat five thousand elites. Win."

Zhang Yu hated that iron could not become steel, so he would kick him whenever he raised his foot.

"Zhiyuan, stop kicking me!"

"Kicked in the wrong place! Don't kick in the crotch!"

Zhang Yu waited for a while before he panted and stopped.

He was happy, but he couldn't express it, so he had to shave his head.

Panting, he glared at the aggrieved Zheng Shilong angrily, "Can't you use your brain? Zhang Qu, tell him the real core essence of the battle between the fourth princes of Ming Dynasty!"

Living in the grassland, I want to survive and thrive.

These people under his command must be trained.

He decided that after he stabilized, he would tell these bastards the classic battles that the Fourth had done along the way.

Zhang Qu looked at Zheng Shilong with a smile on his crotch and said, "Old Zheng, it's not six hundred versus five thousand, it's three hundred versus one thousand..."

…

As Zhang Qu talked, he squatted on the ground, found six short sticks, and drew a horizontal line on the ground.

One short stick is placed on the horizontal line, and five short sticks are placed below the horizontal line.

"At first, when I was chased by Li Chenggui, it was like this, one against five. Later, the fourth prince of Ming Dynasty split into two..."

Zhang Qu broke the short stick above the horizontal line into two pieces.

Then five more horizontal lines were drawn in succession.

Place five short sticks representing Li Chenggui's military strength under the five horizontal lines.

Divide one into two, and place the two short sticks representing Zhu Di on the five horizontal lines, two of them above.

…

Although Zhang Qu doesn't understand the numerator and denominator.

No one present understood.

But Zhang Qu's explanation and demonstration made Zheng Shilong, a group of vulgar guys who didn't know a few Chinese characters, understand it instantly.

At the end of the story, Zhang Qu put the two short sticks together on a horizontal line, "It will be even easier to defeat Li Chenggui. At this time, when the fourth prince of the Ming Dynasty and Tan Yuan join forces, it will be at least five hundred versus one thousand! Even It’s six hundred to one thousand!”

After Zhang Qu finished showing off.

Feeling overwhelmed inside, he raised his head and said, "Zhiyuan, the fourth prince of Ming Dynasty is simply not a human being!"

Fortunately, he is the sworn fourth brother of Zhiyuan.

If this were an opponent...

Zhang Yu smiled and stared, and ordered angrily: "Go to Haoerzhen and report to King Yi."

The Yuan soldiers who escaped before must have gone to report the news.

He sent Zhang Qu to report the news, but actually it was to express his "loyalty".

However, by the time King Yi finds out, it may be too late!

Maybe, the princess who has not yet been obtained may be kidnapped or killed by the fourth child.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yu looked to the southwest.

According to the traces left by Lao Si and his companions when they evacuated, they were walking southwest along Khalkha.

There is no direct trip south from here.

After entering the depths of Mobei, if you want to return to Monan, you must pass through Yidu, the transportation artery in the north and south of the desert.

Because further ahead, going directly south, is the vast sand sea and Gobi.

…

Jinling.

noon.

Jiang 𤩽 looked solemn, walked hurriedly into the palace, and went straight to the imperial study.

There are words in his mouth.

"This will shock many people's eyes and jaws. If word spreads, the whole world will probably be shocked. But it would be better if you can't come back."

Congratulations take time.

And he desperately wanted to eradicate Mao Aliu.

I still hope that Zhu Silang will fall on the grassland this time.

This time, the wish should come true, right?

After all, Zhu Silang rushed into the grassland.

Where is the grassland?

That was Yuanting's lair.

Zhu Silang also faced Tuogusi Timur and Naha, and a group of 200,000 cavalry attacked and suppressed them together.

Two hundred thousand!

Cavalry group!

His scalp was numb just thinking about it.

"Zhu Silang, even if you become a mosquito on the cattle and sheep on the grassland, the Mongols can still find you!"

…

All the way to the steps of the royal study, he quickly put away his smile and walked up the steps.

Approach the door.

Looking at the closed door of the royal study, he asked the maid next to him, "Is the emperor taking a lunch break?"

"I know that your Majesty will hold the noon court at Fengtian Hall."

‘Hey, that’s good too, let everyone listen. ’

He believed that many people had heard that Zhu Silang led his troops into the grassland and was trapped in a group of 200,000 cavalry to attack the common people.

You will definitely want to set off firecrackers to celebrate.

The attack on Liaoyang, the return to Anping Mountain to ambush, and the great victory were Zhu Silang's final swan song for the world.

This battle will surely shock the world and leave its name in history!

But so what.

Zhu Silang is dead!

Perhaps future generations will mention Zhu Silang.

Hui Ru mentioned the champion Hou Huo Qubing.

I can't help but sigh: If Zhu Silang had not died in the grassland at a young age, what would have happened...

‘Mao Ah Liu! As soon as the news of Zhu Silang’s death comes back, I will take care of you!’

The moment Jiang 𤩽 turned around, the cold smile on his lips disappeared, and he walked hurriedly towards Fengtian Hall.

He couldn't wait...

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This chapter will pave the way for Yindu, as well as pave the way for Zhu Di's return to the Central Plains.