"Haha, Seventeenth Brother, you have grown taller again!" Zhu Di laughed and walked over, hugging Prince Ning Zhu Quan's shoulders, "You have grown stronger, you are a man now!" As he said this, he patted his brother's shoulders hard a few times.
Ning Wang Zhu Quan smiled and said, "Fourth brother, I heard that you won another battle this year? What kind of little prince did you capture?"
In the second month of the first lunar month, the Northern Yuanzong Wang Taiwei Nai Erbu Hua, the Prime Minister lost his Lie family and invaded the border. He was repelled by Zhu Di with 30,000 elite cavalry and captured the son of the Liaoyang King.
"It's all a small fight!" Zhu Di smiled reservedly, "It's not a big battle!"
"That's better than me. Daning Mansion is heavily deployed, and Bei Yuan won't come at all!" Although Zhu Quan said this, the pride in his tone was beyond words.
Although he is young, among the kings of the Ming Dynasty, he has the most powerful soldiers and horses, and his combat power is strong. He said this with the intention of showing off.
With that said, Prince Ning Zhu Quan laughed again, turned around and pulled his horse, "Fourth brother, look at my younger brother's Balsi!"
Balsi means tiger in Mongolian.
It may seem inappropriate to name a war horse tiger, but if you see Zhu Quan's mount with your own eyes, you will sigh that the horse really lives up to its name.
This war horse is all maroon, with no trace of hair except for a white star dot on its forehead. It is also extremely majestic. After a long journey, its body is shiny with sweat. The war horse is very tall, with slender and powerful limbs. What is even more amazing is that the war horse
The thick mane around the neck.
And unlike other docile war horses, this horse's eyes are full of arrogance, and when it sees the horses around it, its eyes are full of contempt.
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Zhu Di exclaimed, "What a horse!"
They are all men who ride horses to fight. For them, the horse is not only a tool, but also a companion and a family friend. Only when the owner and the horse are in harmony can they keep an eye on the rebels.
With admiration in his mouth, Zhu Di couldn't help but stretched out his hand to touch the war horse's neck.
Unexpectedly, Prince Ning's horse neighed disdainfully and turned its head away proudly.
"Yeah!" Zhu Di said with a smile, "You have a good temper?"
Of all the creatures in heaven and earth, war horses are the most spiritual and the most humane.
Zhu Quan patted the neck of the war horse, scratched it a few times and said with a smile, "This is my younger brother's Mongolian warrior. He was raised from the wild horses in the grassland. It took him a full year of training before my younger brother could mount the horse. In addition to my younger brother, he usually
No one can touch it!"
As he spoke, Prince Ning laughed again, "Although there are many horses on the grassland, such a king of horses is rare in a hundred years. An old herdsman told his younger brother that Genghis Khan's mount was this kind of king of horses!"
When Zhu Quan spoke, he did not hide his show-off.
Zhu Di, who was beside him, seemed not to notice. He listened carefully like a gentle elder brother, showing a doting smile on his younger brother.
"What a horse!" Zhu Di said with a smile, "Compared with your war horses, my horses are not even horses!"
"Beiping is still too far away from the grassland!" Zhu Quan thought about it, pulled Zhu Di and said, "Fourth brother, when next spring comes, my brother will ask his men to search on the grassland and find a good horse for you to take to Peiping!"
, laughed again, "A horse-riding general like Fourth Brother cannot be successful without a good horse!"
The so-called bystander's clarity meant that Ping An could clearly hear the conversation between the two brothers, and could also clearly see their personal thoughts.
King Yan is the most proud person, so why should he lower his dignity and treat King Ning? If other brothers had shown off like this in front of King Yan, they would have been kicked in the face.
Prince Ning was young and energetic, and he seemed gentle, but in fact his words were filled with thoughts of competing with Prince Yan.
Although they are brothers, their faces are not very similar. Zhu Di has a round face, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, while Zhu Quan has a long face with sharp edges.
If one of them is more similar to Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhu Quan is better.
"The horse is good, and the soldier is good!" Zhu Di stood in front of the horse, looking at the warriors riding on the horse not far away, motionless as a mountain, and sincerely praised, "Good soldiers, good men!"
"Duoyan three guards!" Zhu Quan said proudly, "One is worth ten!"
While they were talking, Zhu Gaoxu's eyes lit up again when he saw Zhu Quan's horse.
The dagger in his hand that he couldn't put down just now was thrown directly into Zhu Gaosui's arms and walked towards the war horse. The latter caught the dagger, looked around, and then hid it in the arms of a guard.
"Uncle Seventeen!" Zhu Gaoxu shouted enthusiastically.
"Is this your second child?" Zhu Quan smiled at Zhu Di, "I was only this old last time I saw him, and now he is an adult!"
In fact, Zhu Quan and Zhu Di's eldest sons are similar in age, but they are older and speak in a deliberately old-fashioned way.
"Uncle Seventeen!" Zhu Gaoxu pointed at the war horse and said, "Can you give your nephew a ride on your war horse?"
Zhu Quan laughed and said, "That's not possible. No one can touch my Balsi. He won't let you ride it!"
"How will you know if you don't try?" Zhu Gaoxu ignored it and walked directly to the horse.
Balsi's big ears twitched, and his eyes looked disdainfully at Zhu Gaoxu, who was not taller than him. Facing the opponent's hand that stretched out to pull his reins, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stepped back a few steps, leaving Zhu Gaoxu free to catch.
"Will you let me ride?" Zhu Gaoxu grabbed it and became furious.
The war horse looked at him disdainfully and snorted from its nostrils.
"If you let me ride, I will kill you!" Zhu Gaoxu said angrily.
Suddenly, a big hand grabbed his neck. Zhu Di directly lifted him up and threw him aside, "Get out!"
Zhu Gaojiu fell down, turned over, and looked at the horse unwillingly. In the end, he did not dare to say anything, and turned around and walked to Zhu Gaosui's side.
"Where is my knife?" Zhu Gaoxu thought of something and said to his brother, "Give me the knife!"
Zhu Gaosui spread his hands and said, "What kind of knife?"
"Stop pretending to be stupid!" Zhu Gaoxu squinted, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"
"You beat me?" Zhu Gaosui rolled his eyes, "You...if you beat me, I will play with my eldest brother and ignore you from now on!"
"I'll beat him up too!" Zhu Gaoxu said angrily.
Not to mention how the two little brothers made trouble, they walked safely to King Ning Zhu Quan to pay tribute. Afterwards, King Yan and others exchanged pleasantries for a while, then each mounted his horse and headed towards the capital with his guards.
While marching, Zhu Di and Zhu Quan rode together, chatting and laughing, as if they were in a very good relationship.
"There is no fuel-efficient lamp!"
Ping An, who was following behind on horseback, thought in his heart.
Suddenly, the figure of Zhu Yunxi suddenly appeared in his mind, and his heart was in turmoil again.
"I'm afraid the King of Wu can't control his uncles now!" Thinking, he sighed again in his heart, "If the eldest brother Mu Ying was here, he could still help. But the prince is gone, and the eldest brother is gone too. King Wu's way
, it’s difficult!”
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At this time, Jiangxi was on the official road leading to the capital.
Hundreds of cavalrymen galloped wildly, and the sound of horse hooves sounded like the wind and rain.
This was Zhu Yunxi and his party who were eager to return to Beijing after disaster relief in Fuzhou was on the right track.
He didn't disturb anyone when he came, and he didn't show any pomp when he left. But the people of Fuzhou didn't know where they got the news that he was going back to Beijing today.
When leaving the city, tens of thousands of people were kneeling on the roadside, holding the Ten Thousand People Umbrella.
This is the most polite praise that the common people can give to a superior person.
After bidding farewell to the Fuzhou officials at the inn, Zhu Yunxi had another bamboo basket filled with salted duck eggs in his hand.
The horse is galloping, and the mind is uncertain.
On both sides were the reflections of the picturesque mountains and rivers of the Ming Dynasty, but Zhu Yunxi was thinking about the capital thousands of miles away.
"It's a great birthday for the old man. Everyone who should come back has come back."
"King Yan Zhu Di!" A vague figure emerged in his mind, and Zhu Yunxi laughed confidently on a war horse, "Let's go and meet my fourth uncle, who has been famous throughout the ages!"
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