Standing in front of the house on Lion Mountain, Zhu Di stared silently and calmly at the egg liquid flowing down the bronze door panel, as well as the broken egg shells.
He knew very well who he would see when he knocked on this door.
Zhejiang Road, Enke in the 25th year of Hongwu.
These two things flashed through Zhu Di's mind, and then his eyes darkened, vaguely making Jin Wang Zhu Ku who was following him feel that the fourth child was standing on the battlefield in northern Xinjiang.
"Third brother, you should know what our family should choose."
Zhu Di did not knock on the door, but turned to look at Zhu Ku next to him and said something for no reason.
Zhu Ku nodded silently: "Since we are all back, there is nothing left to say!"
Later.
On the Lion Mountain, the door of this house whose owner was unknown was knocked open by two guards in royal robes riding on a tree stump cut from the mountain.
Immediately, countless Jin Yiwei divided into two teams, filed in from His Highness King Jin and His Highness King Yan, and rushed into the house.
In the courtyard, a low commotion suddenly sounded.
When Zhu Di walked into the courtyard waving his robe, he saw that the entire open space in front of the hall was filled with vegetables thrown in by the people who had gathered outside.
Countless broken eggs emitted a faint fishy smell.
Zhu Di was used to the smell of blood on the battlefield, but when he smelled the fishy smell of egg liquid again, he frowned slightly.
Zhu Di's eyes swept past the chaos in front of him and looked in front of the elegant house located in the middle of the entire courtyard.
I saw several servants in green shirts blocking the door, confronting the imperial cavalry in golden clothes who had rushed in earlier.
Zhu Di and Zhu Ku looked at each other and walked side by side.
When the two of them walked to the corridor, a servant in blue came forward, bowed and clasped his fists: "Young man, please see His Highness the King of Jin and His Highness the King of Yan."
Zhu Di's face looked very ugly at the moment, and he glanced gloomily at the servant standing in front of him.
"This king has come to Lion Rock according to the decree."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Di stepped forward.
The servant gritted his teeth and finally had no choice but to stand in front of Zhu Di.
Before Zhu Di could get angry, the servant had already bent his waist lower: "Your Highness King Yan, my master said that the court has its own laws. Today there was just some small movement on the Lion Mountain. Now that there is nothing, the master has already
I have to take off my clothes and take a rest. I am afraid that I may bump into your two highnesses due to my poor manners, so I ask your highnesses to stop."
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound.
The servant who was still explaining was slapped to the ground by Zhu Kui who came up from behind Zhu Di.
A tooth stained with blood fell to the floor.
Zhu Kuan snorted with a murderous look on his face: "Where did the dog come from that dared to block the way of Prince Ming?"
As he spoke, Zhu Ku stepped forward again and kicked the servant who was knocked to the ground into a little shrimp, clutching his stomach tightly.
Then, Zhu Ku glanced coldly at the remaining servants who were still blocking the door.
"Are you guys going to block the road too?"
The servants here are all sons of the family, and having a son of a family means that all honor and disgrace are placed on the master's body, and the master's orders are more important than the emperor's will.
The servants were all afraid of His Highness King Jin's ferocity, but they did not dare to miss their master's orders.
Seeing that these dog slaves dared to stand in front of them, Zhu Ku snorted again: "Do you think I dare not tear down this bird's nest?"
"Why should His Highness, Prince Jin, be so angry?"
An old, tired voice came from the house.
Zhu Di's eyes darkened, and he looked up at the door coldly.
Zhu Ku, who was standing in front, looked back at Lao Si.
At this time, with a light sound of the door frame, several old men wearing dark gray and dark brown Confucian clothes were seen, with yellow faces and swollen eyelids. Without the support of servants, they walked out of the house tremblingly.
An old man at the head first looked at the servant lying on the ground, frowned, and shouted: "Damn dog slave, why did I ask you to block the way of your two highnesses? Someone, drag him down and beat him to death!"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, the other servants who were blocking the door immediately stepped forward and dragged the man towards the back of the house.
During this process, Zhu Di kept frowning and staring gloomily at the Jiangnan old Confucians in front of him who were also looking at him.
After a while, a dull scream came from behind the house.
That voice couldn't be faked. By this time, the servant was already dead.
This is what Zhu Di was told by his many years of experience in the military formation.
As a result, his brows furrowed even more tightly: "I have come here under orders to take a look for your Majesty."
The leader of the old Confucian smiled and said in a low voice: "Now, I think Your Highness can understand it clearly."
Zhu Di refused, and said quietly: "I have not seen this elegant house yet."
The old scholar lowered his head and smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and made way with the other old scholars behind him.
At this time, Zhu Difang and Zhu Kuan walked into this elegant house.
Standing in the middle of the elegant house, Zhu Di looked around. Where he opened the window and overlooked the Yangtze River, there was a large and simple tea table.
After taking a careful look at the tea cup on the tea table, Zhu Di raised his eyebrows slightly and turned back to look at Lao San who was following him.
Zhu Ku's mouth moved silently: "There are two more."
Zhu Di nodded, then turned around with a smile: "I have long heard that you old gentlemen are quite accomplished in making tea. It's a pity that the Lion Mountain is not peaceful today, so we missed the opportunity to drink tea."
The old scholar lowered his eyebrows and said: "I am very willing to cook a pot of tea for your two highnesses with my own hands when this place is quiet."
Zhu Di waved his hand again: "There is no need for tea. I won't be able to stay in Yingtian for long. I can only drink it with a knife from the frontier."
The old Confucian smiled silently: "There is a lot of fine wine in the south of the Yangtze River. When Your Highness goes north, I can offer fine wines from all over the country to the northern warriors."
Zhu Ku, who was standing next to Zhu Di, raised his eyebrows and stared dimly at the old guys in front of him whose combined age could be traced back to the former Tang Dynasty.
These people really dare to do anything!
Zhu Ku couldn't help but hum in his heart.
However, Zhu Di snorted directly in front of everyone and smiled faintly: "I have probably stayed in Peiping for a long time, and I can't get used to Jiangnan's wine. The soldiers under my command are all talented killers, and they can't get used to it.
Yes. I can only accept the old gentleman’s kindness.”
A trace of disappointment flashed across the old scholar's face, and then he forced out a smile: "But I didn't think carefully."
At this time, another old Confucian said: "Today is not the time to entertain guests. Things happened for a reason. We did not follow the etiquette. Please forgive me, Your Highnesses."
There is nothing left to say.
Zhu Di hummed softly, looked at Zhu Ku next to him, and raised his eyebrows.
Zhu Ku snorted coldly: "I thought there were some thieves hiding in this mountain, but now it seems there is no such thing. There is still something going on in the palace. Third child, let's rush back to the palace as soon as possible."
Zhu Di nodded, and the two of them walked out of the elegant house one after another, and then entered the front hall where a group of servants were already clearing away the vegetables on the floor.
The few old Confucians followed behind to see him off.
At this time, Zhu Di looked at the servants who were collecting vegetables and waved his hand.
He spoke softly: "I am quite uneasy at the moment. If there is a thief incident, I am afraid that something will really happen on Lion Mountain. Several old gentlemen are very old and may not be sleeping lightly. I am staying here."
The next team of men and horses are always guarding the Lion Rock. I should thank all the old gentlemen for their kindness in giving me wine."
After finishing speaking, Zhu Di did not give these old guys a chance to speak, and went straight out of the yard with Zhu Ku, who had turned his head to look outside and suppressed a smile.
"this……"
An old Confucian couldn't help but lose his voice.
Before they could catch up, they heard a bang and the door of the house on Lion Mountain was already closed from the outside.
Immediately, there was a sound of iron chains.
These white-haired old scholars immediately looked at each other with panic in their eyes.
"What should I do?"
"Are they going to imprison us here?"
Several old scholars frowned and whispered angrily.
The old scholar who had been talking to Zhu Di snorted coldly, looked at the servants who were still cleaning the courtyard, and couldn't help but shouted coldly: "What are you still sweeping? Put them away carefully and send them to the kitchen!"
Following his instructions, several old scholars around him immediately stamped their feet with gloomy expressions on their faces.
…
Outside the house on Lion Mountain, Zhu Di and Zhu Ku had already left and returned to the palace.
Sun Cheng deliberately stayed here for a while, not waiting for anyone else to arrive, only waiting for Tian Mai, the secret guard.
The two of them were leaning against the stone statue next to the courtyard gate, leaning against the corner of the wall.
Tian Mai looked at the onlookers in front of him who were unwilling to leave until now, and couldn't help but whisper: "Have you arranged someone?"
Sun Cheng looked sideways: "Have you made arrangements?"
The two couldn't help but look at each other.
"Old dogs must die a good death!"
At this time, one of the people around him who had not left immediately shouted.
Immediately, a white and tender vegetable head was thrown into the air, then crossed the wall and hit the inside hard with a muffled sound.
As the first person threw something into the yard in front of Jin Yiwei, the surrounding people saw that Jin Yiwei did not take anyone, so they began to tentatively follow suit.
Sun Cheng looked at the scene in front of him with a smile. Countless vegetables, fruits and eggs were thrown from his head into the yard behind him, and he felt that the people of Yingtian City were really good people.
Suddenly, he shook the chain on his hand, stood up and looked at someone: "It fell low, it hit the outside of the wall and fell on us, Jinyiwei's Zhaoyu will take care of it!"
Sun Cheng, wearing a Feiyu suit, is quite intimidating.
The person who was named immediately raised his arm, and with a swish sound, several rotten eggs that this person got from somewhere fell into the yard.
After a while, a bad smell wafted out.
Tian Mai covered his nose and patted his butt and stood up: "There are still big things going on in the palace. If we leave, this place will become even more unbearable."
As he spoke, Tian Mai had already walked down the mountain.
Sun Cheng thought for a moment, threw away the chain in his hand, and followed.