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Chapter 337

Seeing Zhu Gaosui turn away and sit next to Ming Chengzu, massaging his forehead without saying a word, Lin Shangli felt his heart beat.

No matter how he persuaded him just now, the emperor insisted on going to Huailaiwei. Why did he suddenly tell King Zhao that he could no longer get up? And he also asked King Zhao to host today's 'hunting' activity for him?

The emperor's sudden change was completely different from the past.

Even in the past, the emperor had a cold attitude when he saw King Zhao. Why is it that today, the kind and kind emperor is no longer what he should be?

If it were said that the emperor had so quickly forgiven King Zhao for his previous mistakes and had accepted him in his heart again, Lin Shangli would never believe it.

But today, this kind of scene actually happened in front of my eyes, how should I explain it?

It is true that when a person is about to die, his words are kind. Could it be said that the emperor's body is really failing?

Thinking of this, Lin Shangli felt nervous, and the hands that pressed Ming Chengzu's forehead could not help but tremble a few times.

"Your Majesty, how about your servant Dr. Xuan come in and take a look?!" Looking at Ming Chengzu's pale face and closed eyes, Lin Shangli became more and more nervous.

"No, just hold it like this, I'll sleep for a while." Ming Chengzu's voice instantly returned to the tone of an emperor that could not be refuted.

Lin Shangli felt trembling in his heart.

The emperor is not as weak as he was just now, the emperor is showing weakness to King Zhao!...

The Emperor of Ming Dynasty was able to pretend to be ill. How much of a threat did King Zhao pose to the Emperor?

Putting his hands on Ming Chengzu's forehead, Lin Shangli did not dare to ask any more questions.

After an hour passed quietly like this, the eunuch in charge of the royal kitchen stood at the door of the emperor's palace, looking inside from time to time.

Lin Shangli's hands were still massaging the emperor's forehead. He pursed his lips towards Wang Xiaosi who was waiting aside, gesturing for him to go over and ask.

Wang Xiaosi understood and walked gently towards the door. After chatting in a low voice for a few words, he slowly walked back.

Lin Shangli raised his head and looked at Wang Xiaosi with questioning eyes.

"The breakfast in the imperial dining room has been heated several times. They asked whether they should continue to heat it for the emperor or start making lunch." Hunched over, Wang Xiaosi tried his best to lower his voice so as not to disturb the emperor.

rest.

"The emperor has not slept all night. He has just fallen asleep and will not wake up in a while. You can go and ask the imperial kitchen to prepare lunch. Remember, today's lunch should be lighter. The emperor is not feeling well and the taste is too strong.

Swallow it." With his hands still kneading Ming Chengzu's temples, Lin Shangli whispered to Wang Xiaosi.

"Wait a minute," Ming Chengzu slowly opened his eyes, "I've had enough sleep, Xiao Linzi, help me change clothes, take a bath, and then have breakfast."

"Your Majesty, you have only slept for an hour. How about you sleep a little longer?" Lin Shangli stretched out his hand and gave Ming Chengzu a hand on his back as he stood up slowly.

"At this hour, with your massage, I slept very soundly. I won't sleep anymore." As he said this, Ming Chengzu had already sat up.

Lin Shangli hurriedly looked at Wang Xiaosi: "Go and tell the imperial kitchen to prepare breakfast for the emperor to have a meal."

"Yes." Wang Xiaosi responded and trotted out of the palace.

Seeing Ming Chengzu's current full mental state, Lin Shangli's heart gradually dropped to the ground.

He took the dragon robe on the hanger and began to change clothes for Ming Chengzu.

...

Ten miles away in Huailaiwei, the square was already crowded with people.

The wonderful "performance" of the coyote soldiers yesterday has spread to all areas around the capital. All the people who have some free time have already gotten up in the middle of the night and rushed towards the direction of Huailaiwei, just to see the powerful combat effectiveness of the Ming Dynasty army.

The shocking images brought about.

Those who are close to Huailaiwei have occupied the "favorable terrain" around the square, while those who are far away are still hurrying on the official road leading to Huailaiwei.

The "hunting" of the coyote soldiers lasted for five days in total.

In the square, the well-organized coyote soldiers have assembled and are waiting for the emperor's arrival.

As the commander-in-chief of the "Hunting", Hong Tianren, Minister of the Ministry of War, still wore a suit of armor, holding the Qinglong Yanyue Sword, standing at the front of the team, looking in the direction of the Tumu Fort, with a solemn and respectful expression.

The senior members of the Sixth Department have also taken their positions in the stands according to their previous positions.

Wang Changlian, the Minister of Rites, also greeted the envoys from various countries one by one and sat down according to their respective positions.

On the official road leading from Tumu Fort to the square, a group of people walked slowly.

Although the colorful flags were flying, everyone couldn't help but feel puzzled.

This is the emperor's guard of honor, but there is no Ming Chengzu in the middle, who is wearing a golden dragon robe and showing no anger or authority.

King Zhao, who only wore a suit of armor, was surrounded by honor guards.

"Why don't you see the emperor?"

"Didn't King Zhao go to Tumubao to welcome the emperor? Why is he the only one here?"

"Today is the second day of the 'hunting'. Will the Emperor not be present?"

"Look, this is the emperor's royal guard of honor. It seems that the emperor is going to let His Royal Highness King Zhao preside over the 'hunting' activity today."

"This is the emperor cultivating King Zhao."

"No, on such a grand occasion, the emperor's intention is already obvious by asking King Zhao to take over the 'hunting' activity on his behalf."

"Don't tell me, this King Zhao is very similar to the emperor in terms of figure, appearance and temperament."

"On the surface, they are indeed very similar. I just don't know if he has the emperor's talent and courage."

"Alas, although these are closely related to us people, they are not things we can control."

"Let's just calm down and watch today's 'hunting' activity."

"..."

There was a lot of discussion around the square.

Seeing the emperor's guard of honor slowly entering the square, Minister of War Hong Tianren's brows gradually wrinkled.

He clamped his legs together, controlled the army horse, and walked towards King Zhao.

When he was three feet away from the honor guard, Hong Tianren stopped. The Qinglong Yanyue Sword in his hand was stuck on the saddle, he held it up with both hands and faced Zhu Gaosui as a standard military courtesy.

"His Royal Highness King Zhao, why didn't the emperor come?"

Although the military salute had been performed, Hong Tianren's tone sounded like he was questioning himself. Zhu Gaosui frowned slightly, feeling very unhappy in his heart.

"The Emperor's Oral Order." Looking at Hong Tianren, Zhu Gaosui calmly read out four words.

Hong Tianren, who was on horseback, quickly folded his hands and saluted again. At the same time, he lowered his head respectfully.

"Why, you didn't dismount after hearing the emperor's instructions?" Zhu Gaosui's voice turned cold.

"The emperor has stipulated that during the 'hunting' period, all soldiers who see him do not have to dismount and salute." Hong Tianren was startled and hurriedly explained.

In order to highlight the importance of the "hunting" operation, Emperor Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty had announced in advance that during the "hunting" period, all soldiers who saw the emperor did not need to dismount and salute.

This decree was not only known to all the soldiers, but also to all the court officials and envoys from foreign countries in the audience.

"It's true that you are a military attache, but don't forget that you are still the Minister of War. Why don't you dismount?" Zhu Gaosui's huge scolding sound reached the ears of everyone in the square and surrounding areas.


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