In the palace of the King of Han, Zhu Gaoxu, the King of Han, smashed his wine glass on the table and said angrily: "This Zhu Muchen is really scheming. Even if he is fooled by this, I have received such an arrow in vain."
"Come here, drag him down and execute him immediately."
Listening to the sound of soldiers swarming outside the door, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui put down his wine glass calmly, and then said slowly: "Second brother, what are you in such a hurry for? Even if Zhu Muchen can fool this matter, it will be the same as assassinating the emperor before.
The impact is still there, and our goal has been achieved."
"If you didn't kill Zhu Muchen, then the goal was not achieved. You are relieved. After all, it was not you who was shot with an arrow. Maybe seeing me injured, you are still secretly happy, right?"
Zhu Gaosui knew his second brother's temper, and what he meant by this was that he was really angry.
"Second brother, you have wronged me by saying this. I have always been on your side. All my actions are under your command. How can you say that to me?"
"You are in charge of Fusi Jinyiwei in Beizhen. You don't know where he captured the people from? You don't think in advance of arresting someone to take the blame? Third brother, don't think that I don't know what you think. You don't want to offend.
Me and you also don’t want to offend Zhu Muchen.”
After just a few words, the atmosphere at the dinner table became awkward. Zhu Gaosui was silent for a while, and could only slowly pick up the wine glass and grin.
"Second brother, don't think too much. In fact, I, the commander of Beizhen Fusi, am not omnipotent. Think about it, the emperor will definitely notice my movements, so I can only act according to the rules.
It’s not like I’m trusted by my father like Zhu Muchen, so I can do anything.”
"snort."
Obviously, Han Wang Zhu Gaoxu didn't buy this explanation, but he didn't pursue it any further.
"Okay, I don't understand your thoughts yet. I'm too lazy to tell you this. The problem now is how to solve the problem of Zhu Muchen. If he continues to shine in the Northern Expedition, then we really haven't dealt with him.
opportunity."
If any outsiders saw this scene at this time, they would definitely be very surprised. Zhu Gaoxu, who has always been extremely proud and arrogant, would actually have a trace of frustration and disappointment on his face.
Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui had an indifferent look on his face. After taking a sip of wine, he came to Han Wang and said, "Second brother, you have to know that swords have no eyes on the battlefield. It is normal for one or two people to die. And the Tatars
The Hewara people are cunning and cunning, so it is quite reasonable to send a few suicide assassins, isn't it?"
"You mean to deal with Zhu Muchen on the battlefield? Have you forgotten? Zhu Muchen is very cunning. We have failed in many assassinations before.
Even in his house, he never takes it lightly, let alone on the battlefield. You think of him too simply, does this work?"
Even though Zhu Gaoxu felt that there was little chance of winning, he still had illusions.
However, Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui seemed to be very confident in his plan.
"Second brother, of course the real Tatar and Oara assassins cannot assassinate Zhu Muchen, but who said that the assassins of Zhu Muchen must be Tatar and Oara assassins? Once you and I go to the battlefield, we are all generals with real power.
If you want to control Zhu Muchen, isn't that simple?"
Seeing how confident he was, Zhu Gaoxu was gradually shaken.
But he still asked King Zhao: "Who gave you the confidence to think that you can definitely defeat Zhu Muchen on the battlefield this time?"
Zhu Gaosui knocked on the table and said softly: "Second brother, have you forgotten that we are not the only ones who hate Zhu Muchen?"
"You mean..."
Although in recent days, Prince Zhu Gaochi still did not give up persuading Emperor Zhu Di to put down the Northern Expedition, the days passed and the day came for the army to set off.
Xu Xin buttoned up the cape of Zhu Muchen's armor and carefully arranged the folds on the armor. Zhu Muchen could see her worry and couldn't help but reached out and patted the back of her hand to reassure her.
"Don't worry, he should be back soon this time. Your Majesty is already at his age, so he probably just has enough time."
Although Zhu Muchen knew that these words were not very credible, and Zhu Di's character and physique would definitely not make him happy once a war started, but at this moment, in order to comfort Xu Xin, he could only say this once.
Xu Xin forced a smile and patted his armor lightly, "You know how to coax me. The sword has no eyes on the battlefield. You have to be more careful. If you come back injured, I won't care about you and won't let you."
Come inside."
A smile of relief appeared on Zhu Muchen's face, and he stretched out his hand to hug Xu Xin into his arms.
"Don't worry, I will come back safely."
When the love became more intense, he lifted her up slightly, their eyes met, and their faces got closer and closer.
"Dad, your armor looks so powerful today."
Suddenly, a childish voice came from the door. Looking back, two children who could walk had already arrived at the door.
Helpless, Zhu Muchen could only let go of the beautiful woman in his arms, walked over and picked up the two children.
"Aren't you handsome? When dad comes back, can I wear it a few more times to show you guys?"
Before the two children could answer, Zhu Haoran's cry could be heard in the distance. It seemed that Zhu Muchen and Xu Xin were not left alone to spend the last time together.
After the two looked at each other, Xu Xin said warmly: "Be careful along the way. I will take care of Hao Ran."
"Don't worry, wait for me to come back."
On the martial arts field, Zhu Di was wearing a battle armor. After giving an impassioned speech, he waved his hand and said, "The whole army goes out!"
Hundreds of thousands of troops set off in a mighty manner. Outside the city of Nanjing, countless people came to see them off spontaneously. Zhu Di was riding a tall horse and stood out among the army. Behind him was the Han King Zhu Gaoxu, who was also wearing armor.
With Zhao Wang Zhu Gaosui.
As for Zhu Muchen, he was only one step behind the two of them. Although his little pony Rocket was much lower than other people's horses, its momentum was not inferior to the two of them. Maybe because he was traveling alone, he had a different feeling. He looked even more powerful at this time.
He has a sense of leadership, and in the eyes of the people around him, he also seems to be more eye-catching.
Thousands of people outside the city knelt down and shouted: "Long live the emperor, long live the emperor!"
Although Zhu Gaoxu was injured, he was sitting upright at the moment, enjoying all this contentedly, as if these people were all kneeling to worship him.
At this moment, in his heart, he has determined that he is the first candidate for the throne. It will only be a matter of time before these people in front of him kneel down and worship him.
However, Zhu Gaosui, who was marching, suddenly reached out and poked Zhu Gaoxu. Zhu Gaoxu looked back at him with disdain and asked in a low voice: "What are you doing? With so many people watching, pay attention to your own identity."
Zhu Gaojiu did not speak, but turned his head slightly to signal Zhu Gaojiu to turn around and look.
Zhu Gaoxu looked over suspiciously and found that on the houses on both sides of the road, people had written words on the walls with lime. Most of them were to wish the Ming army a successful Northern Expedition, while most of the remaining parts were to wish Zhu Muchen a victory.
Return.
Seeing this scene, Zhu Gaoxu was furious. At this moment, Zhu Di seemed to have noticed the writings on the surrounding walls. He smiled knowingly, turned to Zhu Muchen and said, "King Chu, come to my side."
Zhu Muchen hesitated a little. After all, it would be disrespectful to rush to the emperor in such a situation. However, when Zhu Di called him again, he could only gallop forward.
When passing by Zhu Gaoxu, King of Han Dynasty, the other person's eyes looked as if he wanted to eat him.
Although he reached Zhu Di's side, Zhu Muchen did not have the guts to really keep pace with Zhu Di. When he was half a horse behind Zhu Di, he automatically slowed down.
"Your Majesty, why did you call me here?"
"Look, you are quite popular among the people." Zhu Di pointed to the words on the surrounding walls and said to him.
In fact, Zhu Muchen had noticed those words just now, and he felt a little embarrassed at that time. This was undoubtedly going to arouse hatred for him again.
When the emperor asked about it at this time, he could only bite the bullet and explain: "The common people wholeheartedly wish the Northern Expedition a victory, and we are united with the emperor. I believe that this Northern Expedition will be a complete victory."
Zhu Di laughed, "You, I don't know where you learned your glib tongue. Don't worry, it's a good thing that you win people's hearts. The Ming Dynasty in the future will be yours after all. Only those in high positions like you can think about the people. The people
If I can support you, the Ming Dynasty will last forever and will last forever."
Zhu Muchen didn't dare to say anything, so he could only bury his head and say yes.
But these words were completely heard by the two brothers Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui behind him. Zhu Gaosui rolled his eyes slightly, wondering what was going on in his mind.
But Zhu Gaoxu clenched his fists. If his eyes could turn into sharp blades, Zhu Muchen would have been cut to pieces by a thousand cuts.
"Zhu Muchen, I, Zhu Gaoxu, will be a useless person if I don't kill you!"
The army moved all the way north, and reinforcements from other cities slowly joined the army, making the army larger and larger.
At this time, Zhu Di should also know that he was old and it would be difficult for him to participate in such a war in the future, so he wanted to lay down a large territory for the Ming Dynasty while he was still able to move.
Zhu Muchen looked at the back of the old man in front of him, and couldn't help but feel a sense of reverence in his heart. Zhu Di had been trapped in the injustice of his accession to the throne all his life, so he practiced the Yongle ceremony. From the time he ascended the throne, he kept on horseback.
The purpose of fighting is to use your own achievements to make up for your own mistakes.
Death on the battlefield in the end may really be his most ideal ending.
Zhu Muchen sighed softly and looked at the border city in the distance, which was gradually becoming clearer. After that, there was a battlefield of fighting. If he really solved the Tatar and Oara for Zhu Di, the old man in front of him could live in peace and stability.
Spending the rest of his life in poverty, would such an outcome be what Zhu Di wanted?
