The sun was just right the next day, and the gate to the racecourse opened early. A red carpet stretched from the gate to the end of the street, and was surrounded by people on both sides.
"What day is today? Why does it look like a holiday?"
"This battle is just for the holidays. The last time I saw the red carpet rolled out at the racecourse was during the Chinese New Year."
"You said the emperor won't be coming today, right?"
Several people in cotton-padded clothes put their hands into their sleeves and murmured together.
"That's impossible!" Someone joined in the discussion, "If the emperor were to come, the Yamen would have cleared the streets long ago. How can we be left here to watch the excitement?"
Everyone did not come up with a result from the discussion. After a while, they all lost interest and stopped discussing. They stretched their necks and looked at the end of the street, trying to see who had such a big face that the racecourse could greet him with great fanfare.
Han Du came to the racecourse early in the morning to wait for Zhu Zhanji. Seeing that the sun was almost shining, Han Du ordered the people around him to start beating gongs and drums to welcome him.
Amid the bustle of gongs and drums, two groups of lion dancers started from the gate and danced forward along the street.
When Zhu Zhanji came here on horseback, he saw a lively scene. He smiled slightly, got off his horse, and walked towards Han Du at the gate.
"Who is this? I've never seen anyone with such great dignity that the Duke of Zhen Guo came out to greet him in person?" someone said in surprise.
Someone next to him nudged this person with his elbow, smiled and joked, "Isn't it familiar?"
The visitor couldn't see the way this person was trying to achieve his goals, so he sarcastically said, "You say it as if you knew it was true."
Seeing that the other party didn't believe it, the man immediately became excited. He raised his chin and widened his eyes and said, "Hey, don't look down on others. I really know."
"Do you know? Who is this?" The person who came was also a straight-headed man. He pointed at Zhu Zhanji and insisted on asking for everything.
Seeing the opportunity coming, this person deliberately dragged the other party, rolled his eyes and asked, "What good will it do if I tell you?"
The visitor was stunned. He did not expect that he would be asked for favors in person just by asking about his origins.
When he was hesitating, the person next to him couldn't stand it anymore and told him directly, "This is Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the new Ming Emperor. I heard that he has been back for a while, but he rarely shows up, so most people don't know."
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"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." Seeing that someone else was ruining a good thing, the man flicked his sleeves and turned around angrily to leave.
After the man left, the people around him gathered around the person who revealed Zhu Zhanji's identity. It seemed that there was more than one person who didn't know Zhu Zhanji just now, but most of them didn't ask.
Now that I heard that someone knew Zhu Zhanji's identity, I immediately became curious about what else I could hear.
"The grandson of the Xinming Emperor has come back to see the Emperor? Is this the time when King Yan is coming back?"
Everyone was still afraid of the military disaster caused by King Yan, and even their voices couldn't help but become hoarse when they spoke.
When Zhu Di was still the king of Yan, he was able to bring chaos to the world. I heard that now he has become the emperor in America. If he comes back to seize the country again, wouldn't it mean that all lives will be ruined?
"How do I know this?" The man looked around dissatisfied and said casually, "But I say it is impossible for King Yan to come back. You must know that he swore in front of Emperor Xiaokang that he would not step into the territory of the Ming Dynasty again.
Only Emperor Xiaokang would let him go to America."
"
Moreover, if King Yan really wants to come back, then the person who comes this time may not be the emperor’s grandson, but King Yan himself!”
His words made the people around him nod their heads, gradually dissipating the worries in their hearts.
Suddenly someone else said, "There is nothing to be afraid of even if King Yan comes back. Don't forget, we have fire dragon cannons in Ming Dynasty. Even if King Yan comes, he will never come back!"
Fire Dragon Cannon!
These three words were like a thunderbolt that struck everyone's mind, instantly sweeping away all the chills in their hearts.
The Ming Dynasty had the Fire Dragon Cannon at its command, so it had no fear of any enemy. Even someone as fierce as Yan King Zhu Di was defeated by the Fire Dragon Cannon back then?
In an instant, everyone involuntarily puffed up their chests, feeling confident and strengthened their waists.
Zhu Zhanji came all the way to Han Du to greet him and said, "Thank you for waiting, sir. Zhanji is so late. I hope you will forgive me."
After saying this, he must bend down and bow down.
How could Han Du let Zhu Zhanji truly worship him? He held his arm with both hands and said with a smile, "Your Highness is so polite! Your Highness can come, and the racecourse will be full of glory."
After helping Zhu Zhanji up, Han Du let go of his hand. Then he turned sideways to open the door behind him and extended his hand to signal.
"Your Highness, please!"
"Master, please!" After Zhu Zhanji returned the courtesy, he stepped forward to the threshold.
Han Du followed him, half a body behind.
As soon as Zhu Zhanji walked in, he saw the huge circular horse racing track and the tall stands, and the words his father once said to him rang in his mind.
"The racetrack is a fun place. Not only do various craftsmen perform their unique skills, but there are also flying sky to watch."
Zhu Zhanji's eyes wandered around the fun places mentioned by his father. Whenever they matched the words of his memory father, his eyes were stunned.
"Master, where should we go next?" Zhu Zhanji looked sideways at Han Du and asked with a smile.
"Since His Highness wants to watch horse racing, it is naturally best to go to the high platform." Han Du immediately raised his head and answered the question just now.
Zhu Zhanji squinted his eyes and glanced at the location of the high platform. He originally wanted to watch the hot air balloon flying performance, but Han Du said so, so he couldn't object.
Smiling and nodding slightly, he stretched out his hand to indicate, "Okay, sir, please go first."
Han Du heard the reluctance in Zhu Zhanji's tone, but he didn't have the patience to explore further. What he wanted most now was for Zhu Zhanji to watch the horse racing immediately and then send him away.
As for Zhu Zhanji's other ideas, Han Du didn't want to pay attention to them at all, and he didn't have any extraneous thoughts.
The group came to the high platform and sat down. Han Du and Zhu Zhanji sat side by side.
Just after he calmed down, Zhu Zhanji turned to Han Du and said, "My lord, I heard that many people like to bet on horse racing. Is this true?"
Of course, people like to bet on horses. Since the opening of the racecourse, people's enthusiasm for horse betting has not subsided.
Nowadays, not many people go to the gambling houses in the capital, and many people like horse racing far more than gambling houses.
Because in the eyes of the people, betting on horse racing is much fairer than gambling houses. Once you enter the gambling house, it is dark. Even if you light a few torches, you cannot expect to light up everything. Such an environment will first make people
I like it. So most of the people who enter the gambling house are gamblers who are addicted to gambling. The sun is just right the next day, and the gate of the racecourse opens early. A red carpet stretches from the gate to the end of the street, and is surrounded by people watching on both sides.
Lively people.
"What day is today? Why does it look like a holiday?"
"This battle is just for the holidays. The last time I saw the red carpet rolled out at the racecourse was during the Chinese New Year."
"You said the emperor won't be coming today, right?"
Several people in cotton-padded clothes put their hands into their sleeves and murmured together.
"That's impossible!" Someone joined in the discussion, "If the emperor were to come, the Yamen would have cleared the streets long ago. How can we be left here to watch the excitement?"
Everyone did not come up with a result from the discussion. After a while, they all lost interest and stopped discussing. They stretched their necks and looked at the end of the street, trying to see who had such a big face that the racecourse could greet him with great fanfare.
Han Du came to the racecourse early in the morning to wait for Zhu Zhanji. Seeing that the sun was almost shining, Han Du ordered the people around him to start beating gongs and drums to welcome him.
Amid the bustle of gongs and drums, two groups of lion dancers started from the gate and danced forward along the street.
When Zhu Zhanji came here on horseback, he saw a lively scene. He smiled slightly, got off his horse, and walked towards Han Du at the gate.
"Who is this? I've never seen anyone with such great dignity that the Duke of Zhen Guo came out to greet him in person?" someone said in surprise.
Someone next to him nudged this person with his elbow, smiled and joked, "Isn't it familiar?"
The visitor couldn't see the way this person was trying to achieve his goals, so he sarcastically said, "You say it as if you knew it was true."
Seeing that the other party didn't believe it, the man immediately became excited. He raised his chin and widened his eyes and said, "Hey, don't look down on others. I really know."
"Do you know? Who is this?" The person who came was also a straight-headed man. He pointed at Zhu Zhanji and insisted on asking for everything.
Seeing the opportunity coming, this person deliberately dragged the other party, rolled his eyes and asked, "What good will it do if I tell you?"
The visitor was stunned. He did not expect that he would be asked for favors in person just by asking about his origins.
When he was hesitating, the person next to him couldn't stand it anymore and told him directly, "This is Zhu Zhanji, the grandson of the new Ming Emperor. I heard that he has been back for a while, but he rarely shows up, so most people don't know."
.”
"If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a mute." Seeing that someone else was ruining a good thing, the man flicked his sleeves and turned around angrily to leave.
After the man left, the people around him gathered around the person who revealed Zhu Zhanji's identity. It seemed that there was more than one person who didn't know Zhu Zhanji just now, but most of them didn't ask.
Now that I heard that someone knew Zhu Zhanji's identity, I immediately became curious about what else I could hear.
"The grandson of the Xinming Emperor has come back to see the Emperor? Is this the time when King Yan is coming back?"
Everyone was still afraid of the military disaster caused by King Yan, and even their voices couldn't help but become hoarse when they spoke.
When Zhu Di was still the king of Yan, he was able to bring chaos to the world. I heard that now he has become the emperor in America. If he comes back to seize the country again, wouldn't it mean that all lives will be ruined?
"How do I know this?" The man looked around dissatisfied and said casually, "But I say it is impossible for King Yan to come back. You must know that he swore in front of Emperor Xiaokang that he would not step into the territory of the Ming Dynasty again.
Only Emperor Xiaokang would let him go to America."
"
Moreover, if King Yan really wants to come back, then the person who comes this time may not be the emperor’s grandson, but King Yan himself!”
His words made the people around him nod their heads, gradually dissipating the worries in their hearts.
Suddenly someone else said, "There is nothing to be afraid of even if King Yan comes back. Don't forget, we have fire dragon cannons in Ming Dynasty. Even if King Yan comes, he will never come back!"
Fire Dragon Cannon!
These three words were like a thunderbolt that struck everyone's mind, instantly sweeping away all the chills in their hearts.
The Ming Dynasty had the Fire Dragon Cannon at its command, so it had no fear of any enemy. Even someone as fierce as Yan King Zhu Di was defeated by the Fire Dragon Cannon back then?
In an instant, everyone involuntarily puffed up their chests, feeling confident and strengthened their waists.
Zhu Zhanji came all the way to Han Du to greet him and said, "Thank you for waiting, sir. Zhanji is so late. I hope you will forgive me."
After saying this, he must bend down and bow down.
How could Han Du let Zhu Zhanji truly worship him? He held his arm with both hands and said with a smile, "Your Highness is so polite! Your Highness can come, and the racecourse will be full of glory."
After helping Zhu Zhanji up, Han Du let go of his hand. Then he turned sideways to open the door behind him and extended his hand to signal.
"Your Highness, please!"
"Master, please!" After Zhu Zhanji returned the courtesy, he stepped forward to the threshold.
Han Du followed him, half a body behind.
As soon as Zhu Zhanji walked in, he saw the huge circular horse racing track and the tall stands, and the words his father once said to him rang in his mind.
"The racetrack is a fun place. Not only do various craftsmen perform their unique skills, but there are also flying sky to watch."
Zhu Zhanji's eyes wandered around the fun places mentioned by his father. Whenever they matched the words of his memory father, his eyes were stunned.
"Master, where should we go next?" Zhu Zhanji looked sideways at Han Du and asked with a smile.
"Since His Highness wants to watch horse racing, it is naturally best to go to the high platform." Han Du immediately raised his head and answered the question just now.
Zhu Zhanji squinted his eyes and glanced at the location of the high platform. He originally wanted to watch the hot air balloon flying performance, but Han Du said so, so he couldn't object.
Smiling and nodding slightly, he stretched out his hand to indicate, "Okay, sir, please go first."
Han Du heard the reluctance in Zhu Zhanji's tone, but he didn't have the patience to explore further. What he wanted most now was for Zhu Zhanji to watch the horse racing immediately and then send him away.
As for Zhu Zhanji's other ideas, Han Du didn't want to pay attention to them at all, and he didn't have any extraneous thoughts.
The group came to the high platform and sat down. Han Du and Zhu Zhanji sat side by side.
Just after he calmed down, Zhu Zhanji turned to Han Du and said, "My lord, I heard that many people like to bet on horse racing. Is this true?"
Of course, people like to bet on horses. Since the opening of the racecourse, people's enthusiasm for horse betting has not subsided.
Nowadays, not many people go to the gambling houses in the capital, and many people like horse racing far more than gambling houses.
Because in the eyes of the people, betting on horse racing is much fairer than gambling houses. Once you enter the gambling house, it is dark. Even if you light a few torches, you cannot expect to light up everything. Such an environment will first make people
I like it. So most of the people who enter gambling houses are gamblers who are addicted to gambling.