Gou in Daming, I was overheard by Zhu Yuanzhang

The leaders of the Hu people talked in a hurry, and they all agreed to surrender.

The reason is that the morale of the Ming army is high, while the morale of our own side is low.

Many tribes have already returned, and only [-] people remained in Jiaohe City.

The most frightening thing is that the weapons of the Ming army are so powerful that it is really hard to think of how to deal with them.

The Ming army dared to come against the wind and snow, they were full of confidence, and although they had a large number of people, they had no chance of winning.

If the fight continues, there will be no meaning except that the warriors will die one after another.

Mu Zha'er said: "Surrender, you can surrender, but what about the Great Khan?"

Wu Na lost his mind, Mu Zha'er was right.

These tribes surrendered and are still free to graze their pastures and sing around their enthusiastic campfires.

Once surrendered, as a great khan, he would either be killed or imprisoned!
"Master, please think about it, how many times have the Han people come here, and how many times have they returned?"

"The warriors on horseback will eventually return to the grasslands. The Han people on the backs of oxen will eventually return to the Central Plains."

"Goshawks are destined to soar high in the sky, and sheep are destined to roam the grasslands."

Mu Zha'er understood the meaning of these leaders. Zhu Yunxi brought the Ming army here just to show off his might, not really intending to occupy this place.

Because they occupy this place, they will not stay for long, which is determined by the different living habits of the nation.

"As long as we surrender and offer our cattle, sheep, and beauties, the king of Wu will be satisfied, and return to Daming happily with the surrender table, cattle, sheep, and beauties."

"King Wu is not interested in our land, what he wants is a kind of title and prestige."

"King Wu is so persistent in going west because he didn't get any benefits, and he can't do business when he returns to Daming."

Mu Zha'er persuaded: "Khan, the leaders are right."

"In the Tang Dynasty, all the ministries of the grassland honored the emperor of the Tang Dynasty as 'Tian Khan'. We can also follow suit."

Wu Na thought about it for a while, Hu and Han fought for thousands of years, and very few Khans were caught in the Central Plains to be killed or imprisoned.

My ancestors have surrendered to the Central Plains regime for many generations.

Surrendering to Daming is not a matter of losing face.

Voluntary surrender can also keep Khan's position.

Just pay tribute to Daming every year.

What the Ming Dynasty valued was not your tribute, but the tribute itself.

Paying tribute to Daming, Daming will give back more, and economically speaking, it will not suffer at all.

Think about it again, why did Wu Wang Zhu Yunxi pursue him so hard?

Why spare your life again and again?
Isn't it just to let yourself voluntarily surrender?I'm over it, I'm over it!Isn't it just a letter of surrender, write to him!

"Muzhaer, send an envoy to the Ming army and hand over the surrender form." After Wu Nashili finished speaking, he couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief: "The war should be over."

That night, Wu Na Shili had a good indulgence with the leaders of various tribes.

The tribes felt that peace was finally ushered in, and they could return to the pastoral beauty of the grassland.

Wu Nashili once aroused his inner ambition because of Ming's conservativeness. He once wanted to occupy the Hexi Corridor and restore the glory of his ancestors.

It was also because of the huge amount of wealth he had received from Beiyuan, and the help of Muzha'er, the national teacher, that he came up with the idea of ​​unifying the Western Regions and provoking Ming Dynasty.

Unexpectedly, Daming sent a king of Wu, and with only [-] Ming troops, he beat himself to the point where he was only able to parry, but had no power to fight back.

Then surrender, as long as you can keep your sweat position, never attack Daming again, and pay tribute on time.

Muzha'er drew up his watch, exhaled a breath of foul air, and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance under the cold moonlight, thinking.

Snow mountain, high mountain!
Muzha'er burst into laughter suddenly, Zhu Yunxi, you are the guest, I am the master, in this land, I am the master, I am the ruler!
Zhu Yunxi, I look forward to seeing you and me in the snow mountain!

……

It was bright daylight before Zhu Yunxi got up.

As soon as he went out, he found Xu Huaijin and Bi Qianhu standing at the door.

"Morning!" Zhu Yunxi greeted.

"Hey, Xu Huaijin, were you scared by a ghost last night? Your eye circles are dark."

Xu Huaijin's face was full of black lines, this King Wu must have done it on purpose!
Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, for fear that I will forget about the ghost!

If you put it that way, wouldn't I be too scared to sleep again tonight?
"Old Bi, what's going on, your eyes are bloodshot, why don't you rest?" Zhu Yunxi said.

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't explain it, but could he say it was because he was thinking about how you sent the message last night?
When we got up early in the morning, we just paid attention to how the third grandson delivered the letter!
"No, no. We were thinking about writing poetry last night, so we went to bed late." Zhu Yuanzhang said.

The reason why Zhu Yuanzhang talked about writing poems was mainly because Sansun was not interested in poetry, songs and fu.

As long as the third grandson is not interested, he will not ask further questions.

"Oh, Lao Bi, I didn't expect that you really know how to compose poems. Tell me, what kind of poems did you make?"

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't expect that the third grandson suddenly became interested in writing poems, and asked him what poems he had made.

Have!We actually made a poem in the past, but few people knew about it.

Then use it to fool the third grandson.

"Wu Wang, yesterday I wrote a song called "Snow Bamboo"."

At this time, Ping An, Chang Sheng, Lan Shou, Mao Yi and others also came. Hearing this, their interest greatly increased.

I didn't expect that Bi Qianhu could also compose poems, Xuezhu, it sounds good.

Zhu Yuanzhang chanted: "The snow is pressing down on the branches, although the mud is not low."

Phew, Chang Sheng laughed first.

"Bi Qianhu, I don't know how to compose any poems, and I have heard a lot. To be honest, these two sentences of yours are not very good."

Xu Huaijin pursed his lips and laughed: "Bi Qianhu, this is a doggerel. I think of a doggerel from the Tang Dynasty: The world is a general, and the well is black. The yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen."

Everyone laughed, this Bi Qianhu is too interesting, he is not highly educated, and he still wants to act like a literati.

Only Mao Yi was uneasy, winking and winking at Zhu Yuanzhang, Your Majesty, don't get angry.

The play has been on for such a long time, but it is impossible to be a bad actor in this period.

Zhu Yuanzhang just wanted to be annoyed. Seeing Mao Yi's eyes, he immediately took a deep breath: We are not Zhu Yuanzhang, we are Bi Qianhu!
"Snow presses down on the branches, but it doesn't hit the mud."

"Once the red sun rises, it is still at the same level as the sky."

Four sentences were uttered from Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth, and everyone's mouths opened into an O shape.

The first two sentences are limericks, but the last two sentences are strange peaks!
It can be said that the peak rises from the ground!
Xu Huaijin read the poem lightly, deeply moved.

Although the bamboo is temporarily bent to the limit by the heavy snow, it will never let itself be covered with mud.

Bamboo firmly believes that the heavy snow will soon melt and the weather will be clear soon.As long as the sun comes out, the bamboo will look up to the sky.

This is not about snow, this is actually about bamboo!
Throughout the ages, there are so many articles and poems describing and praising bamboo, and there are many famous ones.

However, no matter which one, it cannot compare with this poem written by Bi Qianhu.

This poem cannot be judged by its literary talent!

To look at its literary talent is to underestimate it.

This poem mainly depends on the pattern and bearing!

This poem expresses the quality of bamboo to the extreme!

Bamboo is as tall as the sky, how else can I write?
All the generals looked at Zhu Yuanzhang in amazement. This poem by Bi Qianhu is majestic and magnificent!
This poem should not have been written by a thousand households!
"Bi Qianhu, once this poem comes out, there will be no more poems about bamboo in the world!" Xu Huaijin admired sincerely.

Zhu Yuanzhang was very satisfied, but the girl from the Xu family is the best!No wonder I like military affairs, they have a big structure!

Xu family girl, not bad, not bad.

Hey, what about the third grandson, the third grandson's evaluation is the most pleasing to the ear, we love to hear it the most!

"Wu Wang, how about our poem?" Zhu Yuanzhang's complacency was evident.

Zhu Yunxi said: "Old Bi, can you take off the mask?"