Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

We were put together by their father and son!

Liu Ling is here.

The Japanese soldiers were clearly under control.

If I'm not wrong.

After a while, the emperor should come to seize the military power of the three thousand battalions and the five army battalions in the hands of King Zhao of the Han Dynasty.

Yang Shiqi looked at Zhu Gaoyu and Zhu Di's father and son, and sighed secretly with a rather complicated expression.

In the eyes of these two, we are probably the pawns in their hands.

It seems to be free to move, and each has its own ghost.

In fact, the father and son have already figured it out!

They looked at us like a clown jumping on the beam, jumping with us, and then suddenly pouring a basin of cold water on us when we were at our peak.

Don't kill, but kill your heart!

This method is extremely ruthless!

Zhu Di looked at Zhu Gaoyu's fallen Baizi, stroked his beard and laughed twice, then glanced at the people standing by the side, and said casually,

"The fourth one has a good knowledge of the art of war."

"Better than those white-eyed wolves."

Zhu Di's words meant something. The straight-faced King Zhao of Han and Zhu Zhanji were red-faced, embarrassed and shouldn't behave in this big tent.

Yang Shiqi sharply grasped the key point from Zhu Di's words.

He squinted his eyes and looked up at Zhu Gaoyu, who was smiling and staring at the chessboard, and was shocked.

Could it be that this provoked rebellion, and then the loss of military power was the idea of ​​Prince Liang? !

Yang Shiqi stared at Zhu Gaoyu, then shook his head secretly in disbelief, and sighed in his heart.

Thinking about it carefully, today's incident is intertwined, and if you carefully touch the details, it is not difficult to find that this matter is full of strangeness.

Every step seems to be calculated.

This one-step, three-step damage move is indeed like the handwriting of King Liang.

Yang Shiqi sighed leisurely.

King Liang was indeed a prodigy in governing the world.

Too bad he's too young.

If he were older, Taisun's storage position would be even more hanging!

If Yang Shiqi can think of this level, so can others.

Everyone's expressions were different, and they looked at Zhu Gaoyu with expressions of shock that could not be concealed.

How can this child have such deep scheming!

While everyone sighed, Zhu Di put down the flag (Li Zhaozhao) in his hand and turned to look at everyone.

I saw Zhu Di's friendly face towards Zhu Gaoyu before, but suddenly changed at this moment.

He looked at Han Wang with a sullen face and said coldly,

"... hand it over."

Han Wang was stunned for a moment, smiled contemptuously, blushed and scratched his head and shouted in embarrassment,

"father..."

Zhu Di frowned.

"It's okay not to pay."

As he said that, he shouted to the outside with a sullen face,

"Fan Zhong."

Fan Zhong heard the sound and walked in quickly.

"The end is here."

Zhu Di snorted coldly with a sullen face,

"As the order goes on, the King of Han cherishes the society, and in order to share my worries, he voluntarily leads three thousand battalions as the vanguard."

"Go deep into the barren, go straight to the Tartar camp, take the lead, set an example, and set an example for the soldiers."

When the King of Han heard the words, his expression changed, and with a thud, he hurriedly knelt down, blushing and begging,

"father."

"Son dare not!".

Chapter 154

King Han blushed and knelt on the ground, but King Zhao was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly knelt down.

King Zhao looked up at Zhu Di, and begged for mercy with King Han.

"father..."

Zhu Di looked at the two brothers kneeling on the ground and did not speak, but waved at Fan Zhong with a cold face.

Fan Zhong nodded, and he was about to step forward and pull the King of Han.

The King of Han's expression changed, and he quickly took out a military talisman from his chest and gave Zhu Di his salary with his hands down.

The transfer of military power is a small matter, but life preservation is a big matter.

If he really became the vanguard general who went straight to the Tatar camp, I'm afraid it would be a lot of misfortune and there would be no return!

Zhu Di picked up the military talisman in the hands of the King of Han with a sullen face, and then casually placed the half of the military talisman in front of Zhu Gaoyu in the eyes of everyone's astonishment.

Everyone was surprised.

The expression of the king of Han who was kneeling on the ground changed, and he looked at the king of Zhao, not understanding what Zhu Di meant now.

Yang Shiqi looked at the amulet in Zhu Gaoyu's hand, shaking his beard and exclaiming in disbelief,

"Your Majesty, you..."

Zhu Gaoyu carefully put the military talisman into his sleeve and smiled at Zhu Di.

"Father, my son will definitely live up to his mission!"

Zhu Di nodded, then turned to look at Yang Shiqi and Zhu Zhanji.

"Yang Shiqi, the Crown Prince's secret letter mentioned that Ying Tianfu had changed its defenses."

Yang Shiqi was not surprised when he heard the words, he knelt down towards Zhu Xi with a solemn expression, did not speak, and waited quietly for Zhu Xi's next words.

Zhu Di looked at Yang Shiqi and said leisurely,

"Liu Ling, used to be an official of the Prince's Mansion."

"Now it is the general of the Japanese army."

"However, I transferred him to Shenji Camp today."

"I see that he likes the guns of the Shenji Camp very much, and he is quick to get started."

With that said, Zhu Di stood up and nodded towards Liu Ling, who was standing beside him with a somewhat embarrassed expression on his waist.

"It's not easy for me to bury such a talent."

"I arranged it this way."

"Old Yang Ge, do you have any opinion?"

Yang Shiqi's face didn't change at all, he kowtowed towards Zhu Di with a solemn expression,

"The old minister dare not."

Zhu Di pinched his waist and looked at Yang Shiqi, who was lying on the ground, noncommittal, and did not speak.

He pondered for a moment, then looked at Zhu Zhanji, who was standing beside him with a dumbfounded expression.

"Grandson."

Zhu Zhanji was startled when he heard the sound, and quickly knelt down towards Zhu Di.

"grandfather."

Zhu Di nodded slightly, looking at the blood on Zhu Zhanji's neck and asked casually,

"How did you get your neck done?"

Zhu Zhanji's face changed, and he hurriedly kowtowed,

"Grandson thinks... thinks grandpa..."

"so..."

Zhu Zhanji glanced at Zhu Di, but did not dare to go on.

Zhu Di circled the tent twice, holding his waist, then turned around and cursed at the people kneeling on the ground.

"Okay!"

"You guys."

"One counts as one!"

"You all want me to die, don't you?!"

Everyone knelt on the ground, bowing their heads to bear Zhu Di's anger, and no one dared to speak.

Zhu Di pointed at their heads with a furious expression,

"You want me to die so that I can be the emperor myself."

"I'm not as good as you wish."