This is where Zhu Di was undecided. He really didn't want to take the risk of being suspected by his father, so he placed his hope in the black-clothed monk to help him clear up his doubts.
The monk in black took the note and looked at it carefully over and over again, but did not return it to King Yan. Moreover, he could also tell that this note was definitely not an official letter sent by the court, because he recognized the handwriting and it belonged to King Yan.
Based on his current position in King Yan's heart, he did not avoid himself at all and did not directly show the official letter to him. This is probably not because King Yan wants to do something extra, but because the court sent a secret letter, and the content of this secret letter is probably only Yan's.
Only Wang could understand it, so he wrote the contents of the secret letter on this note.
When the monk in black thought of this, he couldn't help but wonder what method the imperial court used to send out secret letters. However, his face did not change at all, as if he didn't care at all that King Yan didn't tell him the method of deciphering the secret letter.
After pondering for a while, the monk in black thought and understood what King Yan was really worried about. From the perspective of a bystander, the monk in black saw that King Yan was obviously concerned and confused.
Holding the note, he raised his head to face King Yan's piercing eyes. The monk in black smiled unhurriedly and said: "The trust the emperor has in the prince has not changed at all. Otherwise, the person who arrived in advance was not Han who was transporting food.
It’s the imperial army.”
Zhu Di continued to look at the black-clothed monk. After a moment, he was sure that these were his true words. He breathed a sigh of relief from top to bottom. His legs felt a little weak, and he moved to sit next to Xu Miaoyun.
Xu Miaoyun looked at Zhu Di with concern, took his right hand with both hands, and slowly rubbed it to comfort him.
Zhu Di raised his left hand and rubbed the corner of his head, and tentatively asked the black-clothed monk, "What does the monk think your father is guarding against by acting so solemnly?"
The monk in black folded the note twice and placed it on the coffee table next to him. With an attitude that did not surprise him, he said with a smile: "What else can the emperor guard against? Of course it is the residual Yuan forces on the grassland."
After saying that, the black-clothed monk paused for a few breaths, then raised his eyes to look at Zhu Di, and said seriously: "Since the emperor is so solemn, the target he wants to target must be no small matter. There are only people on the grassland who can attract such attention from the emperor.
Those two. One is Nahachu, and the other is a false emperor."
Zhu Di also secretly nodded in agreement with the monk in black. If his father was really suspicious of him, he would at least let him go to Beijing and not guard himself so hastily. After all, he was his father's biological son. How could he not be like this?
Why do you start to defend yourself when you make a mistake?
It only makes sense that the father wants to guard against the residual Yuan on the grassland, and it is also a heavyweight residual Yuan force.
"Which one of them does the monk think your father is trying to target?"
Only a ghost knows which of them your father wants to deal with, and the poor monk is not a god, so how can he know what your father is thinking? Even the news that the Ming Dynasty is about to march to the north, I got it from you.
However, the monk in black could only think about these words in his heart, and he would never dare to say them out. Not only that, he also pretended that everything was under his control, took a slow sip of tea, and gently
He put down the tea cup lightly, raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Di with a smile and said: "Your Majesty, this poor monk thinks that the court is going to take action against Naha this time."
Although there is no clue in my heart, the monk in black is telling the truth.
It is so decisive that no one can question it at all. You need to be bold when the matter comes. When choosing between two options like this, the most taboo thing is hesitation. The more you hesitate, the more trouble you will cause.
Especially when the monk in black wanted to further gain the trust of King Yan, he could not hesitate at all.
The more conclusive what he says, the more weight he will have in King Yan's heart in the future if he is right. Even if he is wrong, it doesn't matter. By then, King Yan may have forgotten this incident, even if it is
I still remember that he could also find an excuse to excuse himself.
No matter which direction you look at now, directly pointing out that the imperial court is going to take action against Naha is the most beneficial thing for the monk in black.
"Monk, why are you so sure?" King Yan was not stupid. He didn't get the slightest news. Naturally, he didn't think that the monk in black would get any news.
Just relying on a secret order from the court, he was able to say that the court wanted to punish Naha. Why did he?
Faced with King Yan's question, the black monk did not hesitate at all, smiled as usual, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at King Yan, "Although the pseudo-Yuan Emperor is rumored to be on the grassland outside the pass, he has no fixed abode and wants to
It is not easy to find. But Naha is different. He is in Liaodong and the Liaohe River area. As long as people are sent to investigate, it is not difficult to find his traces." Unless the court obtains the exact trace of the pseudo-Yuan emperor, it is possible to target the pseudo-emperor.
Not big.
Since the Mongolians grew up on horseback and relied on bows and horses to conquer the world, they should not give up their roots. To say that Naha was born out of bad luck, he did not like to be nomadic, but preferred to live in big cities.
Of course, it is more comfortable in the city than on the grassland. There was no problem when Meng Yuan ruled the world. But now they have been driven to the grassland and still live in the city. Isn't this using themselves as a target?
"Master is really wise!" The words of the monk in black made Zhu Di suddenly realize. This man was also a person who took care of the dishes. When he was not in need of a monk, he called him "monk". Once the monk's opinion satisfied him, he changed his name to "master".
Zhu Di was just a fan of the authorities. He was worried about gains and losses, and he was undecided for a moment. Now that he heard what the black-clothed monk said, he also decided that his father wanted to clean up Naha.
There is no way, who made Naha stand out so much? Although he has hundreds of thousands of people under his command, the risk of attacking Naha is much smaller than the false emperor who wanders around the grassland.
Of course the persimmons should be soft when pinched.
Naha Chu was an old acquaintance of Zhu Di's. Every time his troops went south to harass the border, Zhu Di personally carried his troops on horseback to block his front. From time to time, Zhu Di would lead his troops north to fight with Naha Chu.
Fighting can be said to be a win or a loss for each other.
Standing up and pacing back and forth in front of the monk in black, Zhu Di stroked the few beards on his chin and asked in a deep voice: "Does the monk think that this time when the imperial court marches north to Naha, how should I handle myself?"
Zhu Di talks about how to deal with yourself, not how to act. Such an attitude is quite interesting. How to deal with yourself and how to act have completely different meanings.
How to do it is relatively simple. The enemy and ourselves are clearly defined. Since the imperial court wants to conquer Naha, Zhu Di can just go with him.
But Zhu Di asked how to get rid of himself, which meant that besides the enemy and ourselves, Zhu Di also wanted to get a third party to come out. This is where Zhu Di was undecided. He really didn't want to take the risk of being suspected by his father.
That's why I placed my hope in the black-clothed monk, hoping that he could solve his doubts.
The monk in black took the note and looked at it carefully over and over again, but did not return it to King Yan. Moreover, he could also tell that this note was definitely not an official letter sent by the court, because he recognized the handwriting and it belonged to King Yan.
Based on his current position in King Yan's heart, he did not avoid himself at all and did not directly show the official letter to him. This is probably not because King Yan wants to do something extra, but because the court sent a secret letter, and the content of this secret letter is probably only Yan's.
Only Wang could understand it, so he wrote the contents of the secret letter on this note.
When the monk in black thought of this, he couldn't help but wonder what method the imperial court used to send out secret letters. However, his face did not change at all, as if he didn't care at all that King Yan didn't tell him the method of deciphering the secret letter.
After pondering for a while, the monk in black thought and understood what King Yan was really worried about. From the perspective of a bystander, the monk in black saw that King Yan was obviously concerned and confused.
Holding the note, he raised his head to face King Yan's piercing eyes. The monk in black smiled unhurriedly and said: "The trust the emperor has in the prince has not changed at all. Otherwise, the person who arrived in advance was not Han who was transporting food.
It’s the imperial army.”
Zhu Di continued to look at the black-clothed monk. After a moment, he was sure that these were his true words. He breathed a sigh of relief from top to bottom. His legs felt a little weak, and he moved to sit next to Xu Miaoyun.
Xu Miaoyun looked at Zhu Di with concern, took his right hand with both hands, and slowly rubbed it to comfort him.
Zhu Di raised his left hand and rubbed the corner of his head, and tentatively asked the black-clothed monk, "What does the monk think your father is guarding against by acting so solemnly?"
The monk in black folded the note twice and placed it on the coffee table next to him. With an attitude that did not surprise him, he said with a smile: "What else can the emperor guard against? Of course it is the residual Yuan forces on the grassland."
After saying that, the black-clothed monk paused for a few breaths, then raised his eyes to look at Zhu Di, and said seriously: "Since the emperor is so solemn, the target he wants to target must be no small matter. There are only people on the grassland who can attract such attention from the emperor.
Those two. One is Nahachu, and the other is a false emperor."
Zhu Di also secretly nodded in agreement with the monk in black. If his father was really suspicious of him, he would at least let him go to Beijing and not guard himself so hastily. After all, he was his father's biological son. How could he not be like this?
Why do you start to defend yourself when you make a mistake?
It only makes sense that the father wants to guard against the residual Yuan on the grassland, and it is also a heavyweight residual Yuan force.
"Which one of them does the monk think your father is trying to target?"
Only a ghost knows which of them your father wants to deal with, and the poor monk is not a god, so how can he know what your father is thinking? Even the news that the Ming Dynasty is about to march to the north, I got it from you.
However, the monk in black could only think about these words in his heart, and he would never dare to say them out. Not only that, he also pretended that everything was under his control, took a slow sip of tea, and gently
He put down the tea cup lightly, raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Di with a smile and said: "Your Majesty, this poor monk thinks that the court is going to take action against Naha this time."
Although there is no clue in my heart, the monk in black is telling the truth.
It is so decisive that no one can question it at all. You need to be bold when the matter comes. When choosing between two options like this, the most taboo thing is hesitation. The more you hesitate, the more trouble you will cause.
Especially when the monk in black wanted to further gain the trust of King Yan, he could not hesitate at all.
The more conclusive what he says, the more weight he will have in King Yan's heart in the future if he is right. Even if he is wrong, it doesn't matter. By then, King Yan may have forgotten this incident, even if it is
I still remember that he could also find an excuse to excuse himself.
No matter which direction you look at now, directly pointing out that the imperial court is going to take action against Naha is the most beneficial thing for the monk in black.
"Monk, why are you so sure?" King Yan was not stupid. He didn't get the slightest news. Naturally, he didn't think that the monk in black would get any news.
Just relying on a secret order from the court, he was able to say that the court wanted to punish Naha. Why did he?
Faced with King Yan's question, the black monk did not hesitate at all, smiled as usual, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at King Yan, "Although the pseudo-Yuan Emperor is rumored to be on the grassland outside the pass, he has no fixed abode and wants to
It is not easy to find. But Naha is different. He is in Liaodong and the Liaohe River area. As long as people are sent to investigate, it is not difficult to find his traces." Unless the court obtains the exact trace of the pseudo-Yuan emperor, it is possible to target the pseudo-emperor.
Not big.
Since the Mongolians grew up on horseback and relied on bows and horses to conquer the world, they should not give up their roots. To say that Naha was born out of bad luck, he did not like to be nomadic, but preferred to live in big cities.
Of course, it is more comfortable in the city than on the grassland. There was no problem when Meng Yuan ruled the world. But now they have been driven to the grassland and still live in the city. Isn't this using themselves as a target?
"Master is really wise!" The words of the monk in black made Zhu Di suddenly realize. This man was also a person who took care of the dishes. When he was not in need of a monk, he called him "monk". Once the monk's opinion satisfied him, he changed his name to "master".
Zhu Di was just a fan of the authorities. He was worried about gains and losses, and he was undecided for a moment. Now that he heard what the black-clothed monk said, he also decided that his father wanted to clean up Naha.
There is no way, who made Naha stand out so much? Although he has hundreds of thousands of people under his command, the risk of attacking Naha is much smaller than the false emperor who wanders around the grassland.
Of course the persimmons should be soft when pinched.
Naha Chu was an old acquaintance of Zhu Di's. Every time his troops went south to harass the border, Zhu Di personally carried his troops on horseback to block his front. From time to time, Zhu Di would lead his troops north to fight with Naha Chu.
Fighting can be said to be a win or a loss for each other.
Standing up and pacing back and forth in front of the monk in black, Zhu Di stroked the few beards on his chin and asked in a deep voice: "Does the monk think that this time when the imperial court marches north to Naha, how should I handle myself?"
Zhu Di talks about how to deal with yourself, not how to act. Such an attitude is quite interesting. How to deal with yourself and how to act have completely different meanings.
How to do it is relatively simple. The enemy and ourselves are clearly defined. Since the imperial court wants to conquer Naha, Zhu Di can just go with him.
But what Zhu Di asked was how to get rid of it, which means that besides the enemy and ourselves, Zhu Di also wanted to get a third party to come out.