Author: Mo Se Jiangnan

Xu Da waited for a long time but did not hear Zhu Han's voice.

He looked up and found that Zhu Han had left the room at some point.

"This kid." Xu Da smiled and cursed with a knowing smile on his face.

Without Zhu Han present, Xu Da could finally enjoy the massage with peace of mind.

I don’t know where Zhu Han found this massage master.

The techniques are simply better than those of old military doctors.

Xu Da, whose body was completely relaxed, soon fell into a drowsy sleep.

When the masseur saw this, he stopped continuing.

Instead, he covered Xu Da with a blanket to keep warm and left the room quietly.

As soon as he left the room, he saw Zhu Han waiting there.

He quickly bowed and saluted: "The common people have seen the prince."

When the masseur saw Zhu Han before, he knelt down for Zhu Han.

Zhu Han corrected him several times and even showed his majesty as a prince, so that the massage master would not kneel down as soon as he saw him.

We are the Ming Dynasty, not the Qing Dynasty, and we will kneel down at every turn.

As long as it is not a formal occasion, Zhu Han will never let anyone kneel down to him easily.

A person's spine becomes worthless after it has been bent for a long time.

"Brother Xu is asleep?"

The massage master nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"How is his physical condition?" Zhu Han asked seemingly casually.

The massage master hesitated for a moment and said cautiously: "Back to your lord, General Xu's health is in very bad shape."

"Can't you? Brother Xu looks pretty good, doesn't he?" Zhu Han was a little surprised.

He knew that there must be something wrong with Xu Dadi's health.

I just didn't expect that it would be so bad that it needs to be described as terrible.

The massage master said with a solemn expression: "The reason it looks good is because General Xu is still young, so many hidden injuries have not really exploded yet."

"If it continues to be delayed, the consequences will be disastrous."

Zhu Han was silent for a while: "Brother Xu's injury, is there anything you can do?"

The massage master smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Your Majesty, I am just a massage master, not a good doctor who treats illnesses and saves lives."

"There is really nothing a villain can do about General Xu's situation."

Just when Zhu Han's heart was sinking, he heard the massage master change his subject: "The only thing this villain can do is to use massage to suppress the time when General Xu's secret injury breaks out."

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Zhu Han suddenly felt his hands itching.

I used to think that this masseur had a simple and honest face. I just discovered today that this guy is also black when cut open.

"Okay, from now on you will be responsible for following Brother Xu, giving him massages frequently, and trying to alleviate his pain as much as possible."

Xu Da was right about some things.

Zhu Han made such a big noise today to attract Xu Da.

Xu Da's death caused a lot of speculation in later generations.

The most famous one is when Xu Da suffered from knife sores.

Zhu Yuanzhang sent someone to send goose meat to Xu Da.

As a result, Xu Da's knife sore worsened and he died.

Others don’t understand Zhu Yuanzhang’s character, but Zhu Han still doesn’t?

If Zhu Yuanzhang really had this intention, he wouldn't go through so much trouble at all.

Even if for various reasons, Xu Da cannot be dealt with directly.

He will only use some seemingly straightforward strategies.

It's almost like telling Xu Da, I'm going to kill you now.

As for the specific situation at that time, Zhu Han didn't know what happened, but he could guarantee that it was definitely not what the outside world said.

So I thought, anyway, now that the capital is being moved, I will have the opportunity to meet Xu Da, and it won't be in a complicated place like the court, so I can solve Xu Da's problem first.

I just didn't expect that at most it would only alleviate Xu Da's condition, but there was no way to completely cure it.

Zhu Han sighed helplessly, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that we can only think of other ways."

Afterwards we found a guest room to rest.

There was nothing to say all night. Early the next morning, Zhu Han was preparing to go to the public trial when suddenly there was a report from Jin Yiwei.

"Your Majesty, Zhao Da, Wang Hu and others are back."

"Oh?" Zhu Han's eyes lit up: "So, they caught that guy? Go and have a look."

When Zhu Han came to the front yard, the first thing he saw was Zhao Da's mountain-like body.

Moreover, he was holding a tied-up person on his hand.

Zhu Han had some vague impressions of this person, and the minister of Dali Temple went east.

At this time, Xiangdong looked like he was dying, as if he might die at any time.

This is an important certification, and Zhu Han doesn't want anything to go wrong with him.

He hurriedly ordered: "Put him down immediately, but don't let anyone die!"

Zhao Da, this idiot, immediately let go of his hand after hearing Zhu Han's words.

He was like a little chicken, holding Wang Dong with one hand and fell straight to the ground, vomiting blood.

Wang Hu was speechless. There was nothing he could do about this brother.

Although Zhu Han felt sorry for the hostage's life and death, he would not blame someone like Zhao Da who worked so hard to catch the prisoner.

Therefore, instead of saying harsh words, he smiled and comforted: "Well done, you have made a great contribution this time, and I will not treat you badly."

After the Jin Yiwei inspected Wang Dong, Zhu Han slowly came to him with a complicated look on his face.

After all, this is someone who can be the minister of Dali Temple.

In this era, he can be regarded as a cutting-edge talent.

But Zhu Han couldn't understand why he suddenly rebelled at this time.

"Who do you belong to?" Zhu Han asked in a deep voice.

The stunned Wang Dong struggled to open his eyes.

When he found that the person standing in front of him was actually King Zhu Han of England, he burst into laughter.

The blood in his mouth made his smile look particularly ferocious.

"Zhu Han, I admit that I made a bad move this time. But don't be complacent. Our people will not let you rebellious officials and traitors continue to be complacent."

"I will take the first step today and wait for you at the Yama Hall."

Hearing his words, Zhu Han's expression suddenly changed: "Not good!"

He immediately rushed forward to stop Wang Dong, but was still a step too late.

This guy actually bit his tongue and committed suicide.

Wang Hu looked annoyed: "Damn it, I just checked to see if there was any poison in his mouth, but I didn't expect that this guy would bite his tongue and commit suicide."

Zhu Han was also a little disappointed.

It seems that Wang Dong is not as simple as imagined, and there should be a big secret behind him.

But now that everyone is dead, no matter what the secret is, it is no longer known.

Zhu Han waved his hand and called a guard in golden clothes: "Let me investigate all the eighteen generations of his ancestors. I want to know everything this guy has done in the past three years, including how many times he went to the toilet and defecated.

How many times did you have stomachaches? How many times did you go to the toilet every time you had a tryst with a woman? Check it out for me."

Although Zhu Han's expression seemed anxious, he was actually not that anxious.

People like Wang Dong exist in every dynasty and every generation, and they have never been banned.

However, people like them can only play some conspiracies and tricks, and cannot really put it on the table.

If the country is not stable, even if there were no people like them before, they will appear soon.

But if the country is stable and the people are safe, people like them are just clowns, unable to make real waves at all.
To be continued...