Daming: the Bear Child of the Yongle Family

"Fourth, you have your heart." Zhu Di looked at the arrangement in front of him, and he didn't know that Zhu Gaoyu had carefully arranged it.

"Woo-woo-"

The sound of the train's whistle made everyone nervous and looked out of the window. Sure enough, the flowers and trees outside the window were all going backwards. As the train was running faster and faster, it was almost dizzying.

It's just that the train runs very smoothly on the track. If the scenery outside the window is not constantly changing, there is no sign of movement at all, and I think it is in the same place.

"Is the train really moving?" Someone asked uncertainly. If Zhu Di was not here, they would still be a little restrained and not dare to be presumptuous, fearing that they would have stuck their heads out of the window long ago.

"The speed of this is so fast, it is not bumpy at all."

Several people secretly patted the chairs and touched the walls, their faces full of novelty sighs, you must know that no matter how flat the road is, if the carriage rides on it, it will be a little uneven, and some can even turn their butts to pieces.

But the speed of the train is not to mention, it is too comfortable compared to the carriage, and the space is slightly larger.

The whirring wind came in from the window, with a smell of gas, and an indescribable smell. It was probably because the train had just been built, and the smell inside had not dissipated. All in all, it was not very pleasant.

But everyone took a deep breath, as if intoxicated.

"The speed of this thing is so fast, and there are still people who have pulled so much cargo. It won't fall apart."

Others spoke worriedly, probably because the things in front of him were beyond his usual cognition, so much so that they still felt like a dream, not very real.

"Then if it falls apart, we have to jump out of the car in time."

The companion next to him heard it, and couldn't help but jokingly said, "I said that you were too unreasonable, the emperor—"

Zhu Di glanced at him.

The man realized that they were visiting privately and quietly leaving the palace, and it was not appropriate to disturb others, so he quickly changed his words and said: "Even the master is in the car, how could there be a problem, the master will definitely check it again and again to make sure that everything is safe, and then let us sit. "

They had discussed it before leaving the palace. In order not to attract attention, they would always call Zhu Di the master and Zhu Gaoyu the young master.

It was probably outside, not as restrained as in the palace, and everyone became more courageous, and they talked in a low voice there, and the content was nothing more than two words about trains.

The train went on for a while, but everyone still seemed to be unable to see enough, with a pair of eyes swirling in the carriage.

Chapter 308

At this time, in the capital.

Zhu Zhanji is drinking the Yuqian Longjing, which is a new tribute in Jeju. In his hand, he has finally received an authentic work from a famous master of the previous dynasty. This master has always been famous for his landscape ink paintings. The outlines are vivid and shapely in a few strokes. Realistic, quite fanciful.

It is a pity that there are so few paintings that he has handed down, so that a pair of paintings is hard to find. There are many fakes on the market, but he still managed to collect them with great difficulty.

"Grandson, the emperor summoned King Liang into the imperial study a few days ago, and the two of them talked for a while."

The people under his command came to report in a hurry. Zhu Zhanji looked at him displeasedly, as if his interest was disturbed, and he said casually:

"It's not a big deal. Grandpa Huang likes King Liang and often calls him to play chess in the imperial study. What's so strange?"

"But there is news from below that after King Liang returned, he summoned the White Horse followers, and the emperor also secretly transferred some personnel to the Guards."

Zhu Zhanji frowned, "There is such a thing."

"And today, the emperor just left the early court and summoned King Liang again. Until now, King Liang has not left the palace, and there is no movement in the emperor's palace. I don't know what the two are doing."

Zhu Zhanji glanced at the sky outside the window. The sunset was sinking in the west, and the fiery red clouds rendered half of the sky. It looked like it was about to burn from a distance. Even the top of the Forbidden City was shrouded in this gorgeous color, vermilion tiles. The color of the sheet becomes more pure.

"I haven't come out so late, it's about time for the palace gate to be locked." He muttered to himself, not knowing what to think, his expression changed slightly, and the teacup in his hand was placed heavily on the chopping board.

"Silly thing! Why did you come to report at this time?"

Because of the excessive force, a little tea splashed out and landed on the original work. A certain corner of it was instantly smudged, and the black and white colors were mixed together. Even if there was only one star and a half, the painting was considered ruined.

Not caring about the distress, Zhu Zhanji hurried to the palace.

Looking at the back of Zhu Zhanji leaving in a hurry, his subordinates shouted: "Where are you going at this time, Tai Sun々'?"

"Prepare the horse, I'm going to the imperial study."

Halfway through, Zhu Zhanji turned his horse's head again, "Forget it, let's go to the Prince's Mansion first!"

If it was the same as what he thought, I was afraid that it would be too late to reach the palace, and it would be difficult for him to convince Zhu Di.

By the time Zhu Zhanji arrived at the Prince's Mansion, most of the sun had already fallen, and the original bright clouds had faded, with a dull hue.

"Father, where the emperor's grandfather-"

The prince sat on the chair of the master and watched Zhu Zhanji break in. He just lifted his eyelids and waved to the people beside him to step back, "How can there be a grandson in a panic."

Seeing that the prince was tepid, and still didn't know what happened, Zhu Zhanji said impatiently: "I received news that the emperor and the uncle may have secretly left the palace."

The prince sighed and slowly got up from the chair, "What about Ligong, I'm afraid they will already be on their way to the border grassland by now."

It seems that the prince has long known about this matter, Zhu Zhanji frowned, a little puzzled by his approach, and said anxiously:

"Father, since you know about this, why didn't you send someone to stop them in advance? Grandpa Huang is old now. Not to mention the harsh environment at the border, the weather is bitter and cold, who can guarantee that Grandpa Huang's body can't bear it."

"Although it's still peaceful now, and the grasslands have all surrendered, the spies we sent in the past said there was nothing unusual, but if the whereabouts of the emperor's grandfather were leaked and used by some people with ulterior motives, we couldn't predict the consequences at all."

The prince looked at him and said faintly: "Don't I understand what you said? It's just that you know the emperor's temperament. Once you decide something, it's hard to change."

Zhu Zhanji disagreed with him very much, "Even so, we can't let them come around. Anyway, let's stop the grandfather and the little uncle first!"

After speaking, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but complain about Zhu Gaoyu, "Uncle is true too, he clearly knows that Grandpa Huang is old, the border crossing is far away, and it takes at least half a month to come and go, how could his body be able to bear the boat and car? Lawton."

He wanted to organize people to go to the nearest city gates to intercept people secretly.

Unexpectedly, the prince stopped Zhu Zhanji, shook his head and said, "You can't stop it, they are on a train, and they don't know where they are already."

"Train?" A row of question marks appeared in Zhu Zhanji's head. "What is a train? Is it the same as a carriage?"

"The train was made by the old fourth, and it can travel thousands of miles a day. Even if it goes to a remote place like the Bianguan Grassland, the time spent on the road is only four or five days."

After listening to the prince's remarks, Zhu Zhanji was completely shocked and couldn't believe it: "It only takes four or five days!"

He looked like you were teasing me, trying to find traces of a joke on the prince's face, but the prince told him plainly that he had such an expression, and it was much more than that.

"It's not only fast, but it can also transport a large amount of goods and people, otherwise why do you think the emperor would move so quickly."

The prince knew that the border was bitter and cold, and Zhu Di was in poor health, so it was not suitable for him to travel long distances, but the appearance of the train solved this problem, and Zhu Xi had made up his mind.

Zhu Di left the palace, for the sake of his safety and to prevent the whereabouts from being leaked, someone in the capital must (good enough) to sit and cover, so the best candidate is the crown prince.

Therefore, Zhu Gaoyu had met him secretly before, and brought Zhu Di's oral edict, not to discuss but to inform, how could such a smart person not know what Zhu Di meant.

"What about this side of the capital? Even if the journey can be shortened by more than half, Grandpa Huang won't be back in ten days and a half months. How should we explain it to the courtiers?"

These two people are good. Once they leave, they will have to work hard to tell lies.

The prince couldn't help but think of what Zhu Gaoyu said before he left, and had to sigh with emotion, he really thought about all aspects.

"Don't worry about this. It was announced that King Liang accompanied the emperor to Jiming Temple to worship Buddha. It happened that the emperor was unwell and needed to rest for a while. Fortunately, there were no major events in the court during this time." Claw.

Chapter 309

Occasionally, the emperor would go back to Jiming Temple to worship Buddha in his spare time, and even handle affairs with the DPRK and China there.

It's just that some courtiers with good ears and clear eyes also know that in fact Zhu Di has already left the palace secretly, but there is no public voice. If Zhu Di leaks his whereabouts, there is any danger, that is a big crime of beheading, and everyone maintains a tacit understanding .

Even the prince and Zhu Zhanji kept silent again and again, but unexpectedly, someone secretly leaked Zhu Di's whereabouts.

At this time, wars big and small are breaking out in the grasslands thousands of miles away.

Compared with the peace in the border pass, the grassland is not peaceful, so that some herdsmen could not bear the torment of the war and flooded into the pass.

This led to a surge of refugees for a while. Fortunately, the local city lord quickly sent people to maintain order, and the number of patrols on the street also increased a lot, so there was no trouble.

"There are more and more people coming from the grassland recently."

"No, looking at their embarrassed appearance, they seem to have come to escape."

The small vendors on the side of the street were chatting and chatting, because of the great integration of ethnic groups at the border, coupled with the implementation of local policies, and the orders of the city lord, they no longer had the previous hatred or disgust for these foreigners.

Some even looked at them pitifully and took out food and water.

Nowadays, because the track goes straight to the border, it can be said that the place is well connected, the economy is developing rapidly, trade is very prosperous, and even life is getting better and better, they are still willing to take out this thing.

"Thank you."

The middle-aged man in ragged clothes, with a fur collar and a felt hat on his body, and a necklace of wolf teeth hanging around his neck, kept thanking him in blunt Chinese.

The Ming Dynasty was prosperous, the territory expanded day by day, and the economy drove the development of culture. With the frequent trade exchanges at the border, Chinese can be said to have become a common language, and most grassland people can speak a few words.

Although the man was hungry, his face was yellow and his muscles were thin, it could be seen that he hadn't eaten for many days. Even so, after receiving the food, he did not gobble it like other people, but took it slow.

"I see your demeanor. You should be living well in the grasslands, how could you be reduced to this level."

The one who handed the man the food was the shopkeeper in the restaurant.

This is the time when the number of passengers is low. He looks at the man. Based on what he welcomes and delivers every day, and has seen all kinds of guests, he can conclude that a man is not as simple as an ordinary herdsman. After a few words,

The man had eaten half of the food in his hand and regained some strength. Facing the kindness released by the shopkeeper, he once again gave a thank-you gift.

"My name is Harcha, I was originally a nobleman from Urumu."

Sure enough, as the shopkeeper thought, his birth was not easy, and he suddenly wondered in his heart: "You are a nobleman, how could you—" He glanced up and down at the man, and the meaning was self-evident.

Halza sighed.

"We are just a small nomad, belonging to the branch of Zhuchitai. Now the grassland is very chaotic, and we have also been annexed by other big clans, but the khan is not a good person, and he treats people who are not of his own clan very harshly. It is also forced to escape here.”

After listening to Harcha's remarks, the shopkeeper couldn't help but show a sympathetic look, "So that's how it is, but how can you be in chaos when the grassland is so good."

Although the border gate and the grassland are very close to each other, the news is blocked inside the grassland, and the border gate has control over the people who come and go. In addition, the number of grassland traders has decreased recently, so that people in the city still don't know about it.

Having said that, Ha'ercha glanced at the shopkeeper strangely and said with a wry smile:

"Mahamu's demise has made the ambitious people on the grasslands ready to move again. The nation that originally surrendered to him began to fall apart. No one obeyed, and they all wanted to compete for the position of leader.

The shopkeeper finally understood what his eyes meant. After all, the destruction of Mahamu was also driven by Daming. It can be said that the chaos in the grasslands is inseparable from Daming.

"Ah, this..." He said embarrassingly, not knowing what to say for a while.

"You don't need to feel embarrassed. It's not entirely because of the outside world that the grassland has come to this point. We have our own problems."

Hearing what he said, the shopkeeper had a better impression of him.

"Then what are you going to do next?"