Daming: I became Zhu Yuanzhang's eldest son

In fact, these are already refreshing the bottom line of all prairie people, but if Zhatai doesn't say it, others won't say it either.

After all, this Yuan Tiandi represented the orthodoxy of the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Once he resisted, he would either be replaced or completely perish.

At this time, although Lu Guan Timur already had the seedlings of rebellion in his heart, he hadn't made up his mind yet.

After much deliberation, he said to Zatai.

"I'm about to reach Yuyuerhai soon. I'll take Chastimur over and put it by my side, so that no matter whether we advance or retreat, I still have some confidence in my heart."

In fact, Zhatai also understood in his heart that Lu Guan Tiemuer was already leaving a way out for himself.

Because he had to fight Ye Sudieer before, he couldn't keep his son by his side, in order to prevent insecurity.

After all, the area around the golden tent is heavily guarded, generally speaking, it can be said to be the safest place, and Yuan Tiandi is the person he trusts the most, so entrusting his son there is naturally foolproof.

But it is different now. If Emperor Yuan Tiandi was his good brother before, then now he is a more dangerous enemy than Ye Sudieer.

Power can really change a person's character, even change his character. Emperor Yuan Tian has completely lost his final bottom line.

Lu Guan Timur didn't know when he would meet Yuan Tiandi in battle, but once that scene appeared, Chas Timur would be taken hostage by him as soon as possible to threaten him.

At this time, Zhatai already understood what Lu Guan Timur meant, so he whispered to him.

"Master Taiwei, we have arrived at Fishing Fishing Sea. The brick house in front of us is the embassy of the Ming Dynasty. There will be someone here who will be in charge of contacting the Ming Dynasty. There will also be a Hanlin scholar who will teach our children to read. "

Lu Guan Timur took a careful look at the embassy. In terms of pure architectural specifications, it was even worse than the golden tent.

So he couldn't help sighing.

"Da Ming has already stretched out his hand on our grassland, and Yuan Tiandi is so collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country. If this continues, the grassland is about to be destroyed. Let's go in and have a look."

Walking inside, I found that the buildings here surpassed any luxurious tent on the grassland in terms of sophistication, grandeur and majesty.

But when he went to the bottom of the wall, he found a child kneeling there, looking very tired, as if he had been kneeling for a long time.

Just as he was about to help the child up, he took a closer look and saw that the person was none other than his beloved son, Chastimur.

When Chastimuer saw his father coming in, he hurriedly saluted with Han etiquette and said.

"Father is here, I made a mistake, sir punished me to kneel here and meditate on my mistakes, I can't talk much, please wait inside first, and talk to you after sunset."

Speaking of this, Lu Guan Tie Mu'er was really furious. He himself was a Taiwei of the Yuan Dynasty and commanded the most elite troops, so his son also walked sideways on the grassland.

Unexpectedly, someone dared to punish his son to kneel here and think about his mistakes. This incident itself is a joke.

Therefore, Lu Guan Timur couldn't help being furious, and he said loudly.

"Fart, that Mr. Shit dared to punish you to kneel here, do you know? Your status is no lower than that of any prince on the grassland."

Chastimur still looked humble and respectful, and said to his father.

"But I made a mistake, so I should be punished here. Sir, it's also for my own good. I have to know what's good or bad, or I'll continue to sink like this without etiquette."

Seeing what his son said, Lu Guan Tiemuer was also a little helpless, so he asked a question.

"Then you should tell me what kind of mistake you made, it is worth kneeling here!"

Chastimur replied with a long sigh.

"I told everyone in the school that Mongolia's bow horse riding and archery can be regarded as a superb skill, not inferior to the Han people's Four Books and Five Classics..."

Lu Guan Timur looked helplessly at Chas Timur and said.

"What are you talking about? Don't I always teach you like this? Tell me the key points?"

Chastimur said two words leisurely.

"Gone!"

That's all, how dare a son of a Taiwei kneel here for such a long time, unkempt, until his face was bloodless.

Lu Guan Tie Mu'er really couldn't bear it anymore, even Emperor Yuan Tian probably didn't have the guts to ruin his son without turning his face.

"Get up first, kid. Where's that bastard? If you take me to him to argue, I don't believe he has the guts to get rough with me."

But unexpectedly, Chas Timur broke free from Lu Guan Timur's hand, and said very seriously.

"What Mr. said is not wrong. We are indeed wrong. All good things, including ironware, tea and silk, are not made by others. What do we have in Mongolia?"

At this time, Lu Guan Timur suddenly felt that something was wrong with his son. He wanted to stop him, but he didn't know what to say. Suddenly, Chas Timur continued.

"Actually, this is no wonder at all. After all, the noble and humble bloodlines are born. The prairie people are born with humble bloodlines. We can't change it. We have to rely on Daming to redeem us."

Seeing Chas Timur talking here in a serious manner, Zatai and Lu Guan Timur were stunned, they didn't know what to do.

This Chastimur was originally his most proud son, and he was also raised as an heir, but he didn't expect that after studying here for a few days, it turned out to be such an argument.

If I had to choose the most unreliable thing I have ever done, it would be sending my child to study in this school.

Seeing that his father was so shocked, Chastimur repeated all the words that the husband said just now. At this time, he was waiting for Rustimur to praise him.

After all, I haven't studied for a long time, and I have learned so many principles. Of course, my father will be very happy.

At this time, Rustimuer was stunned for a long time, and finally came to his senses, he slapped Chastimur with a big mouth like a storm.

In less than a minute, Chas Timur was completely slapped into a pig's head.

Not long ago, he was still hating Yuan Tiandi for going to Daming to be an envoy, for having no bottom line and human relations for accepting someone as his father.

But now my son has become this kind of virtue, and he is not as good as a pig or a dog. If others find out, how can he go out by himself?

It seems that the Ming Dynasty really pushed this cultural export to the limit, not only letting the grassland people insult themselves, but also doing it willingly.

At this time, Zhatai was watching from the side, and he really couldn't bear it, so he came to persuade him.

"The young master is still young, he may not understand the twists and turns inside, you'd better wait and see, don't be too impulsive."

At this moment, Chastimuer spit out a mouthful of blood, with a tooth by the way.

After all, he was his own son, so even if he looked down on him, he couldn't continue beating him. After sighing, Lu Guan Timur had to stop.