Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

Now I actually want my grandson's life!

I misread you!

How can you act so incompetently!

In that case, don't blame me, Mahamu, for being rude to you!

Mahamu was silent for a moment in the sluggish atmosphere of the big tent, and then raised his head to the sky and shouted angrily in the eyes of everyone's horror.

".~My Oara tribe, Mahamu!"

"With you, Zhu Di of the Ming court, the enmity of the future! The hatred of the family and the country! It is impossible to share the sky!"

After speaking, Mahamu took out a dagger from his waist, opened the dagger sheath with a sullen face, and then clenched his teeth and cut his fingers in the eyes of everyone's astonishment.

The sharp dagger made a slit in Mahamu's finger.

Mahamu sullenly wiped the oozing blood onto his lips.

"I, Mahamu, here, want to make a blood alliance with you all!"

"If (Li Qianhao) I can't defeat the Ming army, I will personally take down the head of Zhu Xixiang."

"Then I, Mahamu, will kill myself on the banks of the Onan River to apologize!"

Saying that, Mahamu clenched his right fist and raised it to his left chest, and said to everyone in the tent with a cold and solemn expression,

"Don't break the Ming Army! I won't pay it back in the end!"

Tuotuo Buhuajian Mahamu swore, and there was no hesitation at the moment.

He reached out and took the dagger in front of Mahamu, gritted his teeth and cut a slit in his thumb, and then stained his lips with the leached blood.

Tutuo Buhua handed the dagger to the person beside him with a sullen face.

The man looked at Tuotuo Buhua, nodded solemnly, then also cut his thumb, stained his lips with blood, and finally handed the dagger to the person beside him.

Soon, the dagger spread all over the Mahamu tent.

Everyone's lips were bright red, and their expressions were awe-inspiring.

"Don't break the Ming Army! It won't pay back in the end!".

Chapter 159

Zhu Di's camp.

Zhu Di rested on the dragon chair.

King Han of Zhao crept in from outside the tent and brushed off the blood that accumulated on his body.

The King of Han glanced at Zhu Di cautiously, and then grabbed the King of Zhao.

"You go talk."

King Zhao frowned and waved his hand.

"I dont go."

"You go, you go."

The two pushed each other with blushing faces in the big tent for a while, and unknowingly, the tossing became a little bigger.

Zhu Di woke up, looked at the two of them frowning, coughed twice,

"Cough cough."

King Zhao of Han was stunned when he heard the sound, and the two of them knelt down in the center of the tent without thinking about it.

Zhu Di did not speak.

The King of Han raised his head and glanced at Zhu Di, scratched his head and smirked,

"Father, let your sons do something else."

"How can we say that we are also vassal kings."

"How can you do the work that the servants do like brushing the bucket."

The King of Zhao raised his head in response,

"Yeah, Dad."

"You let us go into battle to kill the enemy."

"It made me chopping meat in the kitchen like an old woman all day."

"Isn't it a little bit of a fortune?"

Zhu Di looked at the two kneeling on the ground and did not speak. He stood up from the dragon chair and walked around the tent twice, holding his waist. He pondered for a moment, then shook his head,

"It won't work, I've already said it, you two belong to the old four."

"You have no jokes."

"You two should talk to the fourth one."

When King Han of Zhao heard this, he became even more desperate.

If the fourth child can talk to you, we will not come to you!

The fourth child does not enter the gadgets, and does not listen to anything.

The two brothers went back and forth to beg Zhu Gaoyu for several days.

At first, the little brat smiled and added some amount to the two of them. Later, he didn't know what he was busy with, and no one could see it.

The two brothers were helpless, and they could only ask Shen Lian, holding the ice cube face, and slamming the other side.

When is your lord going to let us go, and our brothers can't keep mincing minced meat!

This question came and went, and Shen Lian was also annoyed. At the end of the question, Shen Lian finally released a sentence.

Our lord speaks and asks you to go and ask the emperor.

The emperor said that if you don't want you to continue to do it, you can stop doing it.

When the two heard the words, they were overjoyed immediately, and they didn't care about anything else at the moment.

Who knows, I finally mustered up the courage to ask.

The answer was yes.

You have no jokes, the fourth child has the final say on this matter.

You talk to the fourth one!

Zhao Wang and Han Wang brothers wanted to cry but had no tears.

Are you father and son pushing the ball? !

Co-authoring is to toss our buddies for fun!

Zhao Wang pursed his lips and looked at Zhu Di and begged,

"Father, my son is wrong."

"My son really doesn't dare this time."

"Look at my son's arm. I have chopped minced meat in the past two days, and I can't even lift it up."

"The fourth one will come out as soon as he sees the sky."

"I want to eat pork-filled wontons today, and tomorrow I want to eat mutton-filled dumplings."

"It's [-] pounds at every turn this day, which is even more grueling than being frozen on the battlefield."

"father!"

"It's really going to be impossible to chop up my son again!"

The King of Han blushed and agreed,

"Yeah, Dad, who can stand it like this."

"Is this all the gong barrels in the military camp, I'm about to brush it all over again."

"I feel like throwing up when I see those things now."

"father!"

"Do your best, and spare your son's life!"

Zhu Di pinched his waist and looked at the two of them, shaking his head unpredictably.

Han Wang blushed and frowned,

"father."

"Don't you just want your son to be the forward and beat Mahamuna out of the Tartar camp!"

"Go son!"

The Han Dynasty kowtowed to Zhu Di,

"As long as you don't let your son brush the bucket again."

"Don't say let your son go to lure the enemy."

"Even if I let my son lead the troops to pick up the Tartar camp, my son will not say no to it!"

King Zhao kowtowed and blushed and agreed,

"Yes, Dad!"

"Our brothers have discussed it, isn't Mahamuna's grandson not coming out?!"

"If he doesn't come out, let's go!"

After Zhu Gaoyu sent someone to send Ye Xian's head to the Tartar camp.

Mahamu was silent.

During this period, Zhu Gaoyu sent troops to provoke many times, but Mahamu never came out.