The voice in his heart sounded again.
Zhu Di's face darkened.
Pretentious? Thick face and black heart?
If it weren't for the doubts in his heart, Zhu Di would have dragged this blind imperial grandson, Zhu Zhanhe, down and given him a heavy beating.
How dare you frame me like this?
I'm your grandfather, by blood!
But now, Zhu Di could not flare up, so he said lightly,"Since we didn't find him, I must have seen wrongly. There is no need for the Han King to be nervous.”
The Embroidered Uniform Guards retreated.
No one cared about the fate of the eunuchs.
"Sigh, a few pitiful lives were lost just like that.”
Zhu Zhanhe thought to himself and could not help but shake his head. Who knew that after shaking his head, he would see Zhu Di's black eyes staring at him again.
Zhu Zhanhe was shocked and hurriedly pretended to be weak.
It was no wonder that he had complained so much in his heart. The son of the King of Han, Zhu Zhanhe, had been weak and sickly since he was young. This was a fact that everyone knew. Usually, only the eldest grandson of the Emperor, Zhu Zhanji, had the right to be summoned by the Emperor.
Even if he was healthy, it would not be his turn. Moreover, he was not in good health.
However, who would have thought that the Emperor would actually summon him to meet with the King of Han for some reason?
Therefore, he could only drag his 'sickly body' along with him. He was disgusted in his heart, but on the surface, he had to thank him profusely.
"If I continue to work so hard, I'll really die young like Zhu Zhanhe in history.”
"Fortunately, I still have it…"
Zhu Zhanhe looked at the system interface that only he could see. Looking at the lying value on it, he smiled in satisfaction.
As long as he could lie low and survive until the 19th year of Yongle, the end of Zhu Zhanhe's life in history, he would be able to break through the limits of this fate and become a god.
The prerequisite was that he did not attract the attention of the Heavenly Dao here.
Therefore,
Learn from Great Grandfather Zhu Yuanzhang,
The Nine Words Mantra," Build high walls, accumulate food, and slowly call yourself a god " became Zhu Zhanhe's motto.
This was also the reason why he had been lying flat on the ground even though he knew that his bloodline would be very miserable in history.
In addition, Zhu Zhanhe was weak and sickly when he was young. No one would command a patient.
Whether it was the government, the military, or the fight for the throne, it had nothing to do with him.
He was free and relaxed. As he looked at the Salted Fish Points on the System Interface getting higher and higher, he became happier and happier.
Who knew that he would drag his sick body to meet the emperor in the seventh year of Yongle?
Zhu Di, you're not human. How dare you let a patient participate in national affairs!
When Zhu Zhanhe rolled his eyes secretly, Zhu Di's attention also shifted away from Zhu Zhanhe.
No matter where the voice in his heart came from, the most important thing now was the state affairs.
"It has been a month since Qiu Fu led his troops to the north, but the battle reports from the front lines have been cut off for a few days. What do you think about this?"
After a false alarm, order was restored in the hall. Zhu Di began to talk about serious matters. He immediately asked the emperor who had come out.
"Zhanji, go ahead." Zhu Di named him.
In April this year, the Tartars killed the Ming Dynasty envoy Guo Ji.
In the seventh month, Zhu Di ordered the old general, Duke of Qi Qiu Fu, to lead 100,000 troops north to attack the Tartars. A month had passed, but the battle reports that were sent every three days had stopped.
There was no other news.
Zhu Di felt uneasy, so he summoned the princes and ministers to gather together.
As the eldest son of the Crown Prince and the eldest grandson of Zhu Di, Zhu Zhanji naturally knew the cause and effect of this matter and what he was worried about.
He had long wanted to show off in front of his grandfather and the ministers.
At this moment, Zhu Di's question was exactly what he wanted.
Zhu Zhanji took a step forward and said respectfully with a trace of friendliness,
"Grandfather, from the battle report seven days ago, State Duke Qi has already led the army deep into the grasslands. According to the time and route, they have already reached the vicinity of the Lu Qu River. He might have already fought a few battles with the main forces of the Tartars.”
"It's understandable that we didn't report the situation in time when the battle was intense.”
"Moreover, other than Duke Qi, the royal army also has four marquises, Wang Cong, Huo Qin, Wang Zhong, and Li Yuan.”
"Our Great Ming soldiers are all brave and good at fighting, far surpassing the Tartars.”
"So,"
"Grandson thinks that Grandfather need not worry too much. Perhaps there will be good news tomorrow.”
Zhu Zhanji's words were reasonable, and Zhu Di nodded to himself.
He knew that this good grandson of his had actually deliberately picked out some good words to comfort him.
But it was not just to comfort him.
Delays in battle reports were rare, but they did exist.
On the other hand, Zhu Zhanji had faith in the soldiers of the Ming Dynasty.
Zhu Di himself was also very confident in the soldiers of Great Ming.
It was these soldiers who had followed him and chased the Mongolians out of the Central Plains. It was also these soldiers who had helped him succeed.
Back then, Yuan Meng was not a match for the Great Ming soldiers, let alone the Tartars that only had one-third of Yuan Meng after the division.
"It should be Zhen who is worried and confused."
"Zhanji is right."
Zhu Di nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.
After Zhu Zhanji saw it, he felt proud and glanced at his second uncle, Zhu Gaoxu.
However, he did not notice.
The smile on Zhu Di's face only lasted for a second.
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