Zhu Zhanji wasn't the only one who couldn't believe it. Zhu Zhanhe also looked at Zhu Di strangely.
Zhu Di immediately realized that he had lost his composure and quickly returned to normal.
"I just feel a little headache."
Zhu Di rubbed his eyebrows and explained.
Zhu Zhanji understood. So that was the case. He quickly asked with concern,
"Grandpa, are you okay? Should we call the imperial physician?"
"I'm fine. It's an old problem."
Zhu Di waved his hand and then glanced at Zhu Zhanhe. There was a complicated look in his eyes that others could not see through.
What did he hear?
500,000 troops were destroyed, and even the British Duke Zhang Fu died in battle?
Even the current Ming Emperor was captured?
This emperor was really useless.
They were comparable to the Qinhui and Huizhou Sects.
And this Emperor who was captured by the little Wala is actually my…great-grandson?
Wait, why is Zhang Fu still alive when my great-grandson is in power?
Zhang Fu was born in the eighth year of Hongwu. He was already thirty-six years old and was in his prime.
However, he actually went through the Eldest and Zhan Ji dynasties and became the subordinate of my great-grandson. He could still go to war.
Of course, there was another possibility.
Zhu Di glanced at Zhu Zhanji, who had a worried look on his face.
"Eh, why is grandfather looking at me with such a pitiful gaze?”
"Looking closely, there's actually a kind of anger?”
"Could it be…"
"Are you blaming me for disregarding my brotherhood?”
" But Zhu Zhanhe is Second Uncle's son. What brotherly relationship do we have…"
"And I was just giving him some pointers.”
"Grandpa, do you think I'm too arrogant? But it can't be that bad, right?"
"Forget it. Since Grandpa wants it, I have to pretend for him.”
"Who asked me, Zhu Zhanji, to be so filial?”
Thinking of this,
Zhu Zhanji nodded at Zhu Di and showed an expression that said," I understand."
Zhu Di,"Why is this grandson suddenly winking at me?"
But the next second, he heard,
"Cousin Zhan He, I spoke too hastily just now. You have been weak and sickly since young, so I should understand you.”
"Cousin, cousin apologizes to you.”
After he finished speaking, Zhu Zhanji actually gave a gentle bow to Zhu Zhanhe, whom he had always looked down on.
This etiquette was not considered solemn.
However, considering Zhu Zhanji's identity, he was the eldest grandson of the emperor, the future grandson of the emperor.
If it was any other time, Zhu Di would be very pleased to see his grandson so concerned about brotherhood.
But now…
Hearing Zhu Zhanhe's shocking words.
Zhu Di suddenly felt that this young man's heroic bearing made his grandson, whom he had always been proud of, a little difficult to catch his eye.
Killing his uncle and nephew was fine.
Although I have always hoped that you brothers would be respectful and that the whole family would live in harmony, this is the royal family after all.
But look at what kind of son you gave birth to!
You've really embarrassed your great-grandfather, your grandfather, your father, and yourself!
Zhu Di could more or less guess why Zhu Zhanji apologized.
Zhu Zhanhe did not understand.
Why did Zhu Zhanji change his attitude so quickly? Just because the old man said that it was enough?
Was the old master so powerful?
Zhu Zhanhe's heartfelt words echoed in his heart.
Zhu Di's eyebrows revealed a trace of pride.
Good boy, you've been criticizing your grandfather in your heart. Now you finally know how powerful your grandfather is, right?
Be more respectful to your grandfather in the future, understand?
Zhu Di was feeling smug.
Who knew…
Well, after that, when they fought the Tartars, they might as well bring out the old man and let him shout," Enough!" Then, Benyashili should be able to surrender obediently.
There was also Arutai, who might have been provoked by the old man's arrogance and kowtowed.
Zhu Di:
The aura of a king? These words are praising me, but why does it feel a little wrong when these words are connected?
Now in the Dragon Tent,
There were only Zhu Di and his grandson.
In addition, Zhu Di's emotions were complicated when he heard the shocking inner voice. However, after he relaxed, he actually forgot to control his expression.
Zhu Zhanji noticed his expression.
Her grandfather's face was like a chameleon.
"What's wrong with Grandpa?"
"I had a headache before, and now…"
"Could it be?"
Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but feel suspicious.
He did not expect that his grandfather's current state was all because of his younger cousin, Zhu Zhanhe, whom he looked down on.
Fortunately, this situation did not last for too long.
The Zhao King, Zhu Gaosui, returned to the Dragon Tent to report the situation as soon as he finished his inspection of the army.
The three generations said something else,
Zhu Di chased them away.
Today, on a whim, he wanted to communicate with his two grandsons. He did not expect to hear such a thought. Zhu Di also needed some time to digest it.
In the days that followed, the army continued to march.
In the end, Zhu Di still sent a letter to Wuliangha and Wala.
The message in the letter was,"I'm going to fight the Tartars. You'd better know what's good for you, or I'll fight you too."
Zhu Zhanji was very happy when he heard the news." Grandpa really agrees with me!
When Zhu Zhanhe heard this news, he did not have any other thoughts.
"Anyway, Zhu Di doesn't know how badly the Ming army will die in the future rebellion at Tumu Fortress.”
"How could he have any thoughts about Wala?”
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