Zhu Gaosui smiled faintly: "Thanks to your concern, I would like to ask my father to send some personnel to escort you, so I won't bother you, Your Majesty."
"Oh, has the emperor arranged the manpower?" Wang Changlian asked with a smile.
"Well," Zhu Gaosui nodded, "Father has already ordered Huailaiwei to send some of his men to escort me back to the capital."
"In this case, I would like to wish King Zhao a safe journey." Wang Changlian folded his hands and bowed to Zhu Gaosui.
In the capital, at the Thirteenth Battle training ground, Liu Rufeng, although with an anxious look on his face, still meticulously supervises the training of the Shenji Battle.
Today is already March 23rd of the 19th year of Yongle. Today is also the eighth day of training for this divine machine soldier.
However, there are still some captains who will hold back the entire team in the process of filling the firearms with gunpowder. Although the Shenji Battalion can still be pulled out to fight in its current state, compared with the Ming Dynasty's Shenji Battalion,
The speed of filling gunpowder and shooting continuously is still very different, which always makes people feel unsatisfactory.
On the edge of the training ground, Xiao Chen stood with his hands behind his back.
Xiao Chen was also very anxious about the slow speed of Shenji Battle training. However, what could he do if he was anxious? Firearms, for Dongchang, were a relatively unfamiliar new thing, so it was better to give them enough
Time.
A burst of rapid horse hoofbeats came from far away, and they arrived at the gate of the Thirteenth Battle in an instant.
"Bang bang bang" a rapid knock on the door sounded, followed by Li An's almost roaring voice coming from outside the door.
"Xiao Chen, Xiao Chen, something bad happened..."
Hearing Li An's panicked voice, Xiao Chen rushed to the door in a few steps.
At this time, the captain on duty at the gate had also opened the gate, and Li An's figure flashed in the moment the gate opened.
He was sweating profusely, his face was pale, he was breathing heavily, and for a while he was so anxious that he could not speak.
"Master Li, what happened? Are you so panicked?" Xiao Chen had a strong premonition in his heart: something might have happened to the prince.
Half-hunched over, Li An held his knees with both hands and gasped five or six times before finally uttering a complete sentence intermittently: "The prison of the Criminal Department was robbed, and the prince was robbed."
"What?" Xiao Chen shouted, "When did it happen?"
"It should have happened before dawn, after the soldiers changed the guard in the prison." Li An said in a confused manner.
When he heard the knock on the door, Liu Rufeng no longer cared about the training of the Divine Machine Soldier and ran over in a hurry. When he heard Li An's report, his head immediately buzzed, and he instantly felt that the sky was probably going to collapse.
Without saying anything, after greeting Liu Rufeng, Xiao Chen rushed into the stable, took out a military horse at random, jumped up, and headed towards the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.
Liu Rufeng behind him also pulled out a military horse, greeted Li An, who was already a little limp, and chased Xiao Chen.
The prison of the Ministry of Punishment was now surrounded by soldiers on three floors inside and three outside.
Seeing the crowd in the distance, Xiao Chen no longer bothered to dismount, and jumped directly from the horse, rising and falling, and landed at the door of the prison.
Dozens of jailers guarding the prison were lying on the ground, and the blood underneath them had already solidified a bit.
The door of the cell where the prince was held was open, and there was no one inside.
Squatting down, Xiao Chen checked the injury of the jailer at the door of the cell.
His whole body was intact except for a small incision on his neck, which severed his blood vessels and throat.
Behind him, Liu Rufeng pulled Li An, the Minister of Punishment, and pushed aside the crowd before rushing in.
"Seal the throat with a knife and make no sound. These people on the other side are all masters." After looking at the situation in the cell, Xiao Chen slowly closed his eyes.
"What should we do? What should we do now?" Li An said tremblingly.
"Report to the emperor, and then wait for the emperor's execution." Xiao Chen said calmly.
The emperor handed the prince over to Dongchang, and he handed the prince over to the Ministry of Punishment. Now, if something happens to the Ministry of Punishment, he cannot escape his involvement.
After hearing this, Li An sat down on the ground.
Xiao Chen walked over slowly, raised his right hand, and patted Li An on the shoulder: "Master Li, I can't help you this time."
With a "Wow" sound, Li An burst into tears in front of the public.
When the surrounding soldiers saw this situation, they turned their backs and did not dare to say anything.
"Should we organize the Dongchang forces to further investigate this matter?" Liu Rufeng on the side calmed down, looked at Xiao Chen, and asked in a low voice.
"Investigate, we must investigate, we must investigate this matter before the emperor's execution comes down," Xiao Chen said.
In the capital, all the captains of Dongchang were dispatched, together with all the captains of Jinyiwei, and began to conduct a carpet-like search of the entire capital.
Each city gate and the checkpoints leading outside the city were also filled with heavily armed soldiers, checking everyone who passed by.
The two messengers left the capital in one swift move and galloped in the direction of Huailaiwei.
Huailaiwei, Ming Chengzu was sitting on a high stand, watching the hunting performance below with great interest. He waved his hands downward from time to time.
A Dongchang captain quietly approached Lin Shangli, the master of Dongchang who was standing behind Chengzu of the Ming Dynasty, and whispered something to his ear.
After speaking, Lin Shangli glanced at Ming Chengzu and hurriedly left the stand.
In a short time, Lin Shangli hurried back with two official documents in his hand.
"Your Majesty, something happened." Lin Shangli bowed his body and said softly next to Ming Chengzu.
"Huh?" Ming Chengzu turned around and glanced at the other party dissatisfied.
I'm in a good mood today, what else could disturb my mood?
Lin Shangli's hands were trembling as he handed the two official documents to Ming Chengzu.
Frowning slightly, Ming Chengzu slowly took the official document and opened his hands. His brows gradually furrowed and his face became gloomy.
However, it only took a moment for Ming Chengzu's expression to recover.
"I know about this. Let's talk about this hunting show after watching it." As he said this, he clenched the official documents in his hands tightly with both hands, but his face acted as if nothing was wrong, and he tried his best to squeeze out a smile.
"Yes." Lin Shangli replied in a low voice, but the cold sweat on his forehead couldn't help but flow down.
The sun gradually turns westward, and the hunting performance below finally comes to an end.
After waving his hand towards the stands, and nodding towards the foreign envoys and court officials in the stands, Ming Chengzu slowly walked down the stands, mounted his own white horse in the honor guard below, and slowly
