Good son-in-law of the Ming Dynasty

At the end of the summer of the eighth year of Zhengde in the Ming Dynasty, the news that today's son Yujia personally conquered the Mobei Tatars, wiped out [-] troops of the little prince in Yingzhou, and cut off the head of the enemy chieftain spread like a stroke in the capital.

Of course, in ancient times when information was extremely underdeveloped, ordinary people far away in the capital had no way of knowing the specific circumstances of this battle, and more were just speculation and exaggeration.

These days, the story of this battle has been told non-stop by the storyteller in the wine servant tea house in the capital.

"Guest officers, let's say that the little Tatar prince came out of the battle with a bang. But he saw that this man had long black hair, horns on his head, a face like indigo, a bloody mouth, and a rotten silver-point steel gun in his hand. This cry, like a thunderbolt, would startle my 80 soldiers of the Ming Dynasty so that they would be thrown off their feet..."

Then someone shouted: "Zhou Zui'er, this little prince is no longer the Zhang Yide who drove away 80 Cao's troops back then. If you compare me to Cao Cao, aren't you afraid of being invited to drink tea by Jin Yiwei?"

Hearing this question from the listener, the storyteller named Zhou Zui'er realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, and when he thought of Jin Yiwei's power, his expression changed, and he said forcefully: "Did I say it, did I say it?"

The man wanted to be more stubborn, and another listener who had long been dissatisfied shouted: "Wen Jianjian, aren't you looking for trouble? We are enjoying it, but you come to spoil the fun. Bah, that little prince is also worthy of being Zhang Fei." Didn't you hear what Zhou Zui'er said just now, that little prince has long black hair, horns on his head, and an indigo face? He looks like a black bear."

"Yes, yes, the surname Wen, you fucking hate it!"

The other listeners were furious, and threw the melon peels in their hands at Wen Jianjian, and cursed at the same time: "Get out, get out!"

Wen Jianjian's listener was outraged, knowing that if he didn't escape quickly today, he would inevitably suffer a lot of flesh and blood, so he hurriedly hugged his head and fled outside.

After chasing away the disappointing Wen Jianjian, the crowd shouted again: "Zhou Zui'er, go ahead and tell the story, we love to hear the story you tell."

Seeing that everyone supported him, Zhou Zui'er was proud of himself, cupped his hands together, cleared his throat, and continued: "The little prince was born like a ghost, and his roar really shocked everyone. I am a soldier of Ming Dynasty. He is a first-class and powerful army in the world, so he is naturally not afraid, but the horse under his seat is not sensible. Once frightened, he will be kicked."

He also realized that the story he just told was inappropriate and would damage the image of Gao Quan, a soldier of the Ming Dynasty, so he immediately changed his words.

The audience nodded again and again, with relief on their faces, and echoed: "Yes, horses are not sensible. The frontier army of my Ming Dynasty is so mighty, so naturally they are not afraid of that little prince."

Zhou Zui'er gave everyone a satisfactory answer, and the audience immediately became happy, and kept throwing the copper coins in their hands on the stage.

After seeing the money, Zhou Zui'er was even more happy, and then said: "Seeing the frightened war horse, I am so worried that I, the Emperor Zhengde. Long live frowned, and thought, it will not work to let this little prince keep calling, the key is that it is ugly , making people panic."

"Hehe." Everyone laughed.

Zhou Zui'er: "Long Live Lord immediately drew out his hard bow, put a long arrow on the little prince's bloody mouth, and shot it with a whoosh. Guess, did the arrow hit?"

He deliberately sold off.

"What's next?" Everyone rushed into the alley, urging repeatedly.

Zhou Zui'er didn't say the result directly, but said leisurely: "The arrows used by the Lord Long Live are particular, the tail feathers are the feathers of the green peacocks of Siam, and the arrow shafts are Leiyin bamboos produced in the deep mountains of Boni. As for the arrowhead, it is even more amazing, it is made of iron from the extreme north, repeatedly forged with civil and military fire, and it took seven to seventy-nine days to forge it. There is no armor in the world that can resist a single arrow."

Everyone gasped when they heard it.

Zhou Zui'er: "Emperor Zhengde's arrow shot out, and the little prince is also a character. Knowing how powerful he is, he quickly picked it up with a rotten silver-point steel gun. But it only sounded like a sound, and the arrow was broken by the arrow of Long Live Lord." Yes. Feather Arrow's castration has not gone away, if there is no accident, the little prince is doomed this time."

"Good!" Everyone cheered in a low voice.

"But...but, at this moment, the little prince threw away the gun in his hand and slapped the arrow with his right hand, but he slapped Long Live Lord's arrow to the ground. It turns out that the little prince is a man from the sky. The reincarnation of ghosts and ghosts, copper skin and iron bones, are not as good as swords and guns. Although my Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty is very good at archery, he can't do anything to him. After the little prince slapped Long Live's arrow, he laughed triumphantly and shouted, who would dare kill me?"

Everyone sighed, with disappointment on their faces.

Zhou Zui'er rolled his eyes: "You don't have to worry, at this moment, it's too late to say, it's too soon, I have already annoyed a young general in the Ming Dynasty, and shouted 'I'll kill you!'" Come out with a pat on the horse."

"It's completely different from the other Ming soldiers who are dressed in armor. This young general is dressed in Confucian robes and dressed as a scholar. This man has a face like a crown of jade. He is really a good-looking talent. He also holds a goose feather fan in his hand. Riding a Zhaoye lion horse."

"This young general also came quickly, he rushed to the little prince in a blink of an eye, slashing down with the feather fan in his hand."

"The little prince saw that the person who came out was a civil servant, and the weapon in his hand was a fan, so he felt contemptuous. He thought to himself, I am like steel, and I couldn't even shoot the arrows of Emperor Zhengde just now, so why are you still afraid of you?" If the goose-feather fan doesn't work, just raise your right hand casually to block."

"On the surface, the goose-feather fan is indeed not a weapon. But at this moment, suddenly, a ball of fire shot out from the fan and hit the little prince directly. The little prince was covered with hair, although Not afraid of knives and guns, but afraid of fire, he was immediately set on fire, and couldn't help screaming."

"Seeing the little prince's screams, the little general pulled out the sword on his waist and stabbed it into the little prince's mouth. It turned out that although the little prince had copper skin and iron bones, his mouth was full of soft flesh. He was hit by the sword. Suddenly fell into the dust and died."

"Seeing that the little prince died in battle, Emperor Zhengde waved the flag in his hand, and the three armies marched out, killing the Tatars blood into rivers..."

"Although the little prince is dead, his body is still as steel as iron. In order to remove his head, it took three days and three nights, and three saw bows were worn out."

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Everyone was fascinated by this legendary story, and after a long time after the story was finished, everyone asked loudly at the same time: "Who is that young general?"

Zhou Zui'er proudly said: "Who else can it be? Su Mu and Su Ziqiao are naturally Su Ziqiao. Su Ziqiao put down the chaos in Ningxia by himself before, and now he beheaded the little prince. He really is the pillar of the Ming Dynasty." .Now, in my Ming Dynasty, there are sage kings inside and virtuous ministers outside. This is the true age of Yao and Shun!"