Daming Greedy Wolf Star

Chapter 33
That day, no one knew what Zhu Gaochi said to his nephew Zhu Zhanhe, not even the accompanying guards.

The only thing the outside world knows is that both parties seemed to be in a good mood when they left.

After returning to the palace, Zhu Gaochi only confessed to his son, but said nothing else, while Zhu Zhanhe was interrogated by his father after returning home, but he didn't say anything.

Ask without answering, let it go.

The eighth year of Yongle, the first day of February.

Yingtianhuang City is adjacent to the Yangtze River, and has the most developed and fastest transportation method in this era.

But today, the Yangtze River has to bear another responsibility.

"You are the prince. After I leave, you should take on the important task of supervising the country." Standing on the Yingtian Wharf, Zhu Di looked at the eldest son in front of him, with a somewhat emotional tone.

"It's a long way to go, and I don't know when I'll be back, but with Huang Huai, Xie Jin and others here, I can feel at ease. Besides, Xia Yuanji is also a good hand. If you have something difficult to decide, you can ask more questions. ask him."

"I would like to follow the teachings of my father." Zhu Gaochi lowered his head and bowed to the old man.

The Zhu family may be the most humane royal family. On weekdays in private, Zhu Di never calls himself "I", and Zhu Gaochi never calls himself "Gu".

But again, when they use this official title it proves to be the most serious occasion.

"Okay!" Zhu Di patted the elder son on the shoulder, put away the emotions that belonged to his father, and revealed the aura of the emperor.

"It's not the first time I've left Yingtian, and it's not the first time you've been in charge of the country, so there's no need to nag."

"Zhanji and Zhanhezhen took them away, and they will definitely be returned to you whole when the time comes, so don't blame me for the princess."

"Where is the father?" Zhu Gaochi lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel it from his tone.

"Okay, it's almost done!" Zhu Di slapped the elder son on the shoulder suddenly, turned around randomly and walked towards the treasure ship docked at the pier.

"Second and third! Come aboard with me!"

"Yes!" ×2.

Zhu Zhanhe looked at his uncle who was still bowing his head down, then at the relatives of soldiers who came to see him off in the distance, and then at the people watching the fun in the farthest distance, he turned and boarded the boat.

Nine years... No, it should be ten years now. He never thought that he would go to a place like the battlefield in person, even if it was only in the rear.

But this time he had to go because he couldn't escape.

And not only to go, but also to be with his cousin, the historical Ming Xuanzong Zhu Zhanji.

After Emperor Yongle, who was the protagonist, boarded the ship, the fleet slowly moved away from Yingtian Wharf.

Zhu Zhanhe did not go with the old man and the others, but found an excuse to come to the bow of the boat. He was only ten years old and could only look at the scenery outside through the observation port.

"What do you think?"

As soon as the front foot stopped, someone disturbed the back foot, but Zhu Zhanhe didn't have any temper at all, because the person who came was his third uncle.

"Nephew has met third uncle." Zhu Zhanhe bowed obediently.

"This is an expedition, even if you are in the army, the army doesn't talk about these vain etiquette." Zhu Gaosui waved his hand and leaned against another lookout.

The treasure ship was very big, and the sides of the ship were naturally high, let alone Zhu Zhanhe, a ten-year-old child, even an adult Zhu Gaosui could not reach it.

"Just getting on the boat, he looks very preoccupied. He is not very young, but he has a lot of thoughts."

Leaning against the lookout, Zhu Gaosui said casually.

"What are you thinking, can you tell Uncle San?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of a word." Zhu Zhanhe shook his head, and said what he was thinking, without hiding anything, because there was no need to hide anything.

"If you want to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with you, it won't look the same, young man swims."

"Hahaha..." Zhu Gaosui was stunned for a moment, but then he slapped his legs and laughed.

"You hairless child, do you know what this means?"

"Of course I know." Zhu Zhanhe remained calm without being disturbed by his third uncle's laughter.

Not as calm as a ten-year-old child.

"When I set foot on this ship, everything will no longer be the same as before. In the future, I will no longer have other identities, but one and only one, and that is the son of King Han."

……

Zhu Gaosui's laughter stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at Zhu Zhanhe quietly.

"Hiss..." Zhu Zhanhe didn't seem to feel his third uncle's gaze at all, and tightened his cloak.

"It's really cold in February, third uncle is really in a good mood, but I'm sorry that my nephew can't accompany me."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Zhanhe complained to his third uncle, turned around and entered the cabin, and went to find the old man.

Before entering the cabin, Zhu Zhanhe slightly tilted his head and glanced at his third uncle.

This world is so complicated...

On the deck, apart from the soldiers coming and going and the civilians who manned the boat, Zhu Gaosui was the only one standing quietly, his eyes narrowed slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

The march of the army was actually very slow, but this had nothing to do with Zhu Zhanhe, because the 50 troops did not set out in Yingtian Mansion, in fact, there were only more than 5 people who set off with the old man in Yingtian Mansion.

The rest were all transferred from the frontier army. After all, it is impossible for Yingtian Mansion to have a standing army of 50.

In addition, the old man claimed to lead an army of 50 this time, but in fact, less than half of the soldiers were actually used in combat, only a little over 17.

Most of the remaining 33 are civilian husbands, responsible for some work of moving and transporting supplies, and some of them are exaggerated and false reports.

This is very common. If there is a real army of 50, Daming may not be able to hold on.

Sailing to the West, compiling the Yongle Grand Ceremony, and moving the capital to Shuntian, no matter which one is a matter of burning money, and it is not a small amount of money. Although natural disasters in the early Ming Dynasty were not as frequent as when the Little Ice Age came later, they were still quite a lot.

What's more, since the old man took the throne, there have been peasant uprisings almost every year, and Annan is also dragging it. Daming really can't afford 50 troops.

But on the [-]th, Zhu Zhanhe stood at the pier of Shuntian Mansion.

He actually wanted to take a look at the future Forbidden City, but because the old man had already toured the north last year, and this time was an expedition, he didn't stay here.

Almost without stopping, the army set off from Shuntian Mansion on the tenth day of February.

On the second day of March, the army had already arrived in Xinghe, and had a round with the three-way frontier army.

So far, the Ming Dynasty's Northern Expedition team has initially assembled, and the total number has reached more than 30.

"Ugh..."

The low-pitched horn sounded, and it seemed that the frequency of the vibration had reached the same level as the human body. Zhu Zhanhe, who was standing behind his father and standing on the left side of the stage, felt his blood boil.

Is this war?

Is this the invincible Ming army at the same time?

Is this the Daming that I will live in for decades in the future?
(End of this chapter)