That young master, that great man, is naturally the long-lost Wang Xian!
After Yi Cheng retreated, Wang Xian also took the steamed buns handed to him by the ferocious-looking young monk next to him, and started gobbling up the toon sprouts and pickles.
This group of monks who were rushing around like crazy and reborn as evil spirits were naturally a group of people from Qingshou Temple! That day Ji Gang suddenly attacked, and Wang Xian accepted the order. Yao Guangxiao asked him to take the prince to Zhenjiang, and then rush to the capital within three days!
Although Wang Xian did not understand what the old monk meant, the old monk would never deceive him in this matter.
Since you can't understand, just do it. Wang Xian took the prince's family out of the capital and sent them to Zhenjiang, then went north to the capital without stopping! It was a journey day and night, rain or shine, and he arrived at the border of Cangzhou in just two days. Of course, such a price
It was also very disastrous. When we set out, there were nearly a hundred monks and guards, but now 60% of them have fallen behind. The only ones who can persist until now are the forty masters and masters in front of us!
Among the hands that are not too high, only Wang Xian and Ye Xian. Ye Xian grew up on a horse, so he can naturally hold up. But Wang Xian really relies on his breath... He feels like his whole body has been stepped on by an elephant.
It was the same as before, and his buttocks felt like they had been branded with a soldering iron. He wanted to fall to the ground. But he kept shouting to himself - I must hold on! Take them to Beijing in time! Because it concerns everything in my world.
Human life!
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"Junior brother, what on earth are we going to the capital for?" Xinci couldn't bear it anymore and asked Wang Xiandao in a low voice. Although the voice was small, everyone heard it, and their ears suddenly became stunned!
"I don't know either." Wang Xian shook his head frankly and said, "Master will only know when we get to the capital."
"That's good." After hearing such a perfunctory answer, all the monks were actually satisfied, and even the cunning Xinci stopped asking questions.
'Old monk! Look how superstitious everyone is about you! Don't let your guard down!' Wang Xian gritted his teeth and ate his meal. At this time, one of his own with hair finally appeared - it was Zhou.
Yong. Zhou Yong couldn't bear to speak when he saw how delicious everyone was eating. But Wang Xian had already seen him and asked in a deep voice: "Are the horses ready?"
"Yes." Zhou Yong said softly: "You can eat for a while longer..."
"It's too late." Wang Xian supported the back of the chair, stood up slowly, stuffed a steamed bun into his arms and said, "Eat it right away."
All the monks also stood up, stuffed the steamed buns into their arms in the same way, and followed Wang Xian out of the main hall. Outside the main hall, Master Xianyun was sitting cross-legged and meditating. He had a long internal energy, but he also felt very tired, and he was taking advantage of the drip.
Meditate and adjust your breath... As for why you didn't go into the house, it's probably because the future Wudang master was having an affair with the monk.
Seeing Wang Xian coming out, Xianyun stood up and followed him to the courtyard. In the courtyard, the war horses were ready, and everyone mounted their horses in the rain and left the inn with a roar.
At this time, the Yi Cheng finished boiling the porridge and carried it over excitedly, but the monks had disappeared. Looking at the two large iron pots of gruel, the Yi Cheng couldn't help but lamented: "Who can drink so much gruel?
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The sun is shining brightly in Beijing, and it is the time of crisp autumn air.
The Xiyuan where Emperor Yongle lived was filled with all kinds of chrysanthemums.
Yongle actually didn't like flowers, not any flowers! But his late Empress Xu was a flower lover, especially the noble chrysanthemum. So every year at this time, Zhu Di would have people decorate the palace
Full of chrysanthemums, remembering the woman I love most...
At this moment, Emperor Yongle, wearing a blue robe, was looking at a rare black chrysanthemum. His ears were silent, listening to an old, thin, white-haired eunuch reporting in a low voice:
"According to reliable information, the man appeared near Nanjing, visited Prince Yiwen's mausoleum, and met the old woman."
Anger appeared on Zhu Di's face, and he asked in a cold voice: "What does Ji Gang do for food? What does the mausoleum guarding army do for food? What does Hu Hao do for food! He actually let him jump back to the capital!"
"That's what the emperor said." The old eunuch said in a dark voice: "There must be something fishy in this. If those slaves can fulfill their duties, how can they let him rush back to the capital?!"
"Now that you're back, don't leave!" Zhu Di said solemnly: "Go there in person, and together with Hu Hao, make sure to keep him!" He gritted his teeth and said, "Whoever dares to stop him will be killed! No! Pardon!"
"Yes." The old eunuch was not surprised by the emperor's order... Although everyone knew that Emperor Jianwen was now a lost dog and could not threaten the emperor's rule at all. But this wise emperor completely ignored this and pursued
Killing Jianwen has become an obsession in his heart. Even the importance of completing the hunt itself has surpassed Jianwen as a person - it is related to the dignity of the emperor!
The pursuit has been going on for more than ten years, but there is no result. Emperor Yongle is absolutely intolerable!
"It's just..." the old eunuch said with some worry: "What about the emperor's safety?"
"I have already killed all those who can kill me." Zhu Di said proudly: "Go ahead and set off now!"
"As ordered, old slave, please leave." The old eunuch responded, but no movement was seen on his feet, so he slowly backed away.
After retreating outside the palace gate, the old eunuch turned around and saw his grandson Zhu Zhanji walking over.
"Your Highness, Taisun." The old eunuch bowed slightly, without even a smile on his face.
Zhu Zhanji did not feel dissatisfied. Instead, he smiled enthusiastically and said, "How are you doing?"
"Thank you." The old eunuch nodded imperceptibly.
"I'm here to see Grandpa Huang." Zhu Zhanji didn't seem to be surprised by the old eunuch's arrogant reaction, and still said very affectionately: "Is Grandpa Huang here?"
"Your Majesty is here, let's go in." The old eunuch said and was about to go out, but he saw Zhu Zhanji taking out a piece of Polygonum multiflorum as thick as an arm.
"I got two thousand-year-old Polygonum multiflorum, a larger one for Grandpa Huang, and a smaller one to honor you in your old age."
The old eunuch took one look at the Polygonum multiflorum, and was obviously unmoved. He hesitated for a moment before taking it, and said softly: "Thank you, Your Highness." Although he was saying thank you, he seemed to be giving Zhu Zhanji boss face.
What's even more despicable is that Zhu Zhanji actually thought the same way and said happily: "As long as you don't dislike it."
The old eunuch smiled, said nothing, and left.
Looking at his back, Zhu Zhanji breathed a sigh of relief. This humble old eunuch was one of the three most trusted people by Emperor Yongle - the other two were the Three Treasures Eunuch Zheng He and Master Dao Yan.
Yao Guangxiao! Compared with these two famous people all over the world, this old eunuch is as inconspicuous as dust. But Zhu Zhanji knows that this old eunuch is even more important than the first two. If you befriend him, you will definitely
You can get the most generous rewards, even if this reward is far away...
Shaking his head and getting rid of all the miscellaneous thoughts, Zhu Zhanji went into the main hall to meet his grandfather.
"My grandson pays homage to Grandpa Huang."
"What's up?"
"Third uncle asked his grandson to report to the emperor that matters related to the autumn festival tomorrow have been arranged," Zhu Zhanji said softly.
"I know." Zhu Di looked at his grandson, "Why doesn't he say it himself?"
"I don't know." Zhu Zhanji shook his head.
The expression on Zhu Di's face gradually relaxed, and finally he smiled: "Is your hunting bow ready?"
"My grandson has hung the strings by himself and has adjusted them to the best condition." Zhu Zhanji smiled and said, "Grandpa Huang will see me show off my skills tomorrow!"
"Haha, okay." Zhu Di swept away the gloom in his heart and nodded with a smile.
"Which bow does Grandpa Huang use?" Zhu Zhanji asked: "'Shooting Condor' or 'Sunset'?"
"Just take a handful." Zhu Di said with a smile: "I don't need to hunt to show my prestige! It's just to stretch my muscles!".
Less than thirty miles south from Yongding Gate in Beijing, you will see a magnificent palace gate - Dahongmen. This gate is the north gate of the royal hunting garden of the Yuan and Ming dynasties. This hunting garden was called Feifangbo in the Yuan Dynasty
, so named because the princes and nobles of the Yuan Dynasty often trained Haidongqing to hunt here.
In this dynasty, Emperor Yongle designated Peiping as Beijing and decided to move the capital. He stayed in Beijing for many years. In order to release excess energy, he expanded the hunting grounds of the Yuan Dynasty dozens of times, built more than 120 miles of walls, and renamed it
Nanhaizi is specially for horse racing and hunting.
It was common for the emperor to visit Nanhaizi, and the officials and guards were all familiar with it. In the first two days, the army was sent to explore Haizi. This had two purposes. One was to find out the distribution of wild animals in it, so that the emperor could play with it the next day.
Happy. The second is to check if there is anyone hiding inside. Not to mention assassins, even if there are hunters sneaking in over the wall, if they collide with the holy driver, everyone above and below will not be able to bear the consequences.
On the day of the headhunting, the Yulin Army moved in, guarded the four gates of Haizi, and sent troops to patrol along the walls to ensure the safety of the emperor. But at this time, he did not go into Haizi, otherwise the wild animals would run away, and the emperor also
What to play with?
At the same time, internal and external officials from Honglu Temple, Yuma Prison, and Yuyong Prison will also arrive in advance to prepare for the emperor and Longzi Longsun’s food and daily life the next day. By the morning of Qiu Xi, everything has been arranged, and Shan
Wait for the emperor to arrive.
Before midnight on that day, Emperor Yongle, accompanied by his grandson, King Zhao and a group of distinguished generals, came to Dahongmen in a mighty manner. Emperor Yongle did not ride his giant horse, but a famous yellow gelding.
, wearing a light bright yellow hunting suit, a sleeveless breastplate on the outside, a fur-fronted Tatar hat on his head, a sword hanging on his waist, an arrow pot hanging on his saddle, and a carved bow on his back, looking full of energy, dragon and horse
Spirit!
Next to him, the princes of his grandson, King Zhao, were also dressed similarly. At first glance, they looked like a group of Mongolian nobles... This was the attire of the princes when they went hunting in the early Ming Dynasty, with a strong Mongolian and Yuan style.
When they arrived at the hunting ground, they saw a forest of flags in front of them, and the banners were full of Jiannu generals leading falcons and hounds... These were the domestic slaves of the princes. When they saw Emperor Yongle, they knelt down together and shouted long live the mountain.