Daming: I am the most powerful emperor grandson, please abdicate the throne

In fact, the difference between the people of the Ming Dynasty and the Koreans is very obvious.

The most obvious difference is the accent. Zhu Xuan speaks the Ming official language very standardly, but the Koreans who are just learning to speak official language sound a little clumsy. But it doesn't matter as it does not hinder daily communication.

In addition, there are more and more people coming from the Ming Dynasty in Pyongyang.

You should know that this peninsula also has a lot of resources, and these resources were authorized by Zhu Xuan, allowing Zhu Yunhuan to develop them boldly.

It would be difficult to develop so many resources relying solely on Goryeo's internal productivity, so a group of people from the Ming Dynasty were arranged to migrate in to assist Zhu Yunhuan in development. Those resources could not be wasted.

The people of Goryeo have long been accustomed to the people of the Ming Dynasty.

In the near future, these Koreans will certainly regard themselves as the people of the Ming Dynasty. This is an inevitable result of the assimilation process. Zhu Xuan will not allow this peninsula to have any chance of separation.

It has been taken down. Both Zhu Xuan and his future descendants must firmly grasp this place. It will always belong to the Ming Dynasty.

In fact, Zhu Yunhuan also thought so. As the King of Wei, he must guard this place and has long regarded this place as a part of the Ming Dynasty.

The people here did not dislike Zhu Yunhuan because of his accent. Zhu Yunhuan sat down casually and ordered a lot of breakfast that the Koreans usually ate.

"Why are you standing there? Sit together and eat together."

Zhu Yunhuan saw Chang Ting standing next to him, fulfilling his duty as a guard, so he clapped his hands and asked him to sit down as well.

He was a pretty casual person, without too much airs as the grandson of the emperor or a vassal king.

"Don't dare!"

Chang Ting lowered his head and shook his head.

Zhu Yunhuan said, "We are outside, how can there be so many dares? I told you to sit down, so you can sit down without worrying about it. If you keep talking nonsense, I will punish you when we get back."

Only then did Chang Ting dare to sit down, but he seemed very cautious.

Zhu Yunhuan said: "Eat more later, I'm sure I won't be able to finish it."

"Yes"

Chang Ting responded.

After a while, the boss brought breakfast and placed it in front of Zhu Yunhuan.

"What smells so good?"

At this moment, Zhu Yunhuan raised his nose and smelled an enticing fragrance wafting from not far away. Following the scent, he saw a roadside stall selling meat buns not far away.

"Boss, buy me four big meat buns, and I'll give you the rest of the money."

Zhu Yunhuan took out a silver coin.

This was originally used by Zhu Xuan in Panyu to trade with overseas people. Later, it was introduced to the Ming Dynasty. More and more people used it, and gradually it became the official currency of the Ming Dynasty. The previous silver ingots were unknowingly eliminated.

It was mainly the Ministry of Revenue that helped to implement it. Once the government gets involved and there is official promotion, some things can change quickly.

"Okay!"

The owner of the breakfast stall saw that it was still a silver coin, so he excitedly put it away, went to find the bun seller, and asked him to deliver the goods directly.

The man selling buns will definitely not refuse when he sees that there is business coming. After a while, he will deliver the buns.

"My two guests, please enjoy your meal."

The man selling buns happily placed the buns in front of Zhu Xuan.

Chang Ting kept staring at the buns. He always felt that eating outside might be a little unsafe. As the grandson of the Ming emperor, status and identity were still very important.

He was wondering, should he try it?

However, if you try the food, your identity may be exposed.

Just when Chang Ting was feeling puzzled, he was surprised to see that the hands of the man selling buns seemed to have a layer of very special calluses on the palms of his hands. These calluses were not from doing farm work or chopping meat with a knife, but were definitely from using weapons frequently. Chang Ting was also a person who knew martial arts, and was particularly sensitive to these calluses. There was definitely something wrong with this person.

"wrong!"

Just as Zhu Yunxun picked up the bun and was about to eat it, Chang Ting suddenly shouted, "Don't eat it yet."

Zhu Yunhuan stopped immediately and still trusted Chang Ting very much. Since he said it couldn't be eaten, then it must not be eaten. It should be that Chang Ting saw something wrong. He didn't ask why it couldn't be eaten. He just put the buns down with trust and then looked at the man selling buns with suspicion.

The man selling buns narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing Chang Ting's words, as if he had been seen through. However, his eyes returned to normal in the blink of an eye, and he pretended to know nothing. He asked in confusion, "Why can't I eat it? My buns are delicious."

Chang Ting said: "Since you think you can eat it, then try eating two."

"Aren't you... just messing around?"

The man selling the buns would definitely not eat them. He shook his head and said, "Buns, I'm selling them to you, so of course you eat them. How can I eat them?"

Seeing that the other party seemed afraid to eat the buns, Zhu Yunhuan realized that there was really a problem.

This man selling buns doesn’t seem to be simple.

"Come and try it. If you eat one, I'll pay double the price and buy all your buns."

"There's no reason for you not to do business, right?"

Zhu Yunhuan said this and waved his hand secretly.

Let the guards who followed out surround them secretly and quietly.

If something really happened, there would be people protecting him and catching him quickly. It was obvious that there must be something wrong with the person in front of him.

The man selling buns refused to eat them, as if he had added some ingredients into the buns. But at this moment he also noticed that Zhu Yunhuan's guards were gradually approaching him. Suddenly, his eyes became fierce, and he threw the bun hard at Zhu Yunhuan.

Zhu Yunhuan was already prepared, and when he saw the bun coming towards him, he immediately dodged to the side.

But, the next moment.

The man selling buns waved his hand.

An arrow unexpectedly shot out from his sleeve and went straight to Zhu Yunhuan's heart.

"not good!"

Fortunately, Chang Ting was also prepared.

The moment he saw the bun seller raising his hand, he kicked the table to block the sleeve arrow. Just when Zhu Yunhuan felt panicked, the sleeve arrow was stuck on the table.

boom!
Then, the table fell to the ground.

Torn apart!

When Zhu Yunhuan saw that there was really something wrong with this person, he was actually scared.

"Your Highness, leave quickly!"

Chang Ting shouted.

The other people on the street saw this and suddenly took action, and there was a bit of chaos.

At this time, the guards quickly followed to protect Zhu Yunhuan, but before they could do anything, the owners of several nearby stalls suddenly took out some bows and crossbows from their stalls.

The guards who were preparing to protect Zhu Yunhuan had no time to draw their pistols and shoot, as many of them were shot dead by arrows, and the rest had to dodge to both sides.

When the bun seller saw that the raid failed, his eyes became more ferocious and murderous.

At this time, someone rushed up from the side and gave him a musket.

There were also several people holding muskets, and together with the bun seller, they shot at Zhu Yunhuan. (End of this chapter)