I, the grandson of the second emperor of the Ming Dynasty, earned 100 million taels at the beginning

After the introduction of the courtiers of the Bengal Sultanate, Zhu Zhangui, at the invitation of the eldest prince, boarded the king's carriage, and slowly drove into the city under the lively dancing of the dancers of the people.

Along the way, Zhu Zhangui and the eldest prince only talked about poetry, books and cultures of various countries, but did not mention anything about joining.

One is that the terms of the two parties have not been negotiated, and the other is that this uncle may not be able to make the decision.

The carriage drove to the palace, and Zhu Zhangui, who was on the carriage, saw the two sisters Sanbao at a glance. Under the protection of Hu Yu, they accompanied the old king and waited for him.

After getting off the carriage with the eldest prince, Zhu Zhangui glanced at Hu Yu secretly.

Hu Yu, who understood what it meant, returned a very safe look.

At this point, the trace of vigilance in Zhu Zhangui's heart was completely let go.

Hu Yu is his own stalwart, if the whole Ming Dynasty is the most loyal person to him, Hu Yu is the second, no one dares to be the first, not even Li Hu.

If Zhu Zhangui ordered the two to commit suicide, Li Hu might ask Zhu Zhangui the reason before committing suicide, and hoped that Zhu Zhangui would take good care of his family.

But Hu Yu would just wipe his neck with a knife without hesitation, without even asking the reason.

In Hu Yu's heart, Zhu Zhangui's words are the words of heaven, no matter what the reason for killing him is, as long as Zhu Zhangui needs him to die, he will die without hesitation.

"I have met my father-in-law, I wish you good health!"

Zhu Zhangui, who got off the carriage, first smiled and nodded at the two sisters of Sanbao.

As a husband, in front of his wife's natal family, he must give her sufficient respect.

In the same way, as a wife, no matter what at home, she must give her husband enough face in front of outsiders.

"Hahaha, hurry up and give up... hurry up and give up..."

The old king turned sideways with a big laugh, and only accepted Zhu Zhangui's half-respect.

Although Zhu Zhangui has a distinguished status, he is a junior who naturally wants to salute and greet him.

The reason why the old king escaped half the ceremony was because they were about to join Daming, and his status as king would also become a duke.

Zhu Zhangui is the future prince, so the old king naturally cannot accept this courtesy.

And he received the other half of the ceremony because he is still the king and Zhu Zhangui's father-in-law, so he can afford this half of the ceremony.

During this period of time, the old king has made up for Daming's etiquette. He understands these rules that most people don't understand.

Zhu Zhangui, who was supported by the old king, looked at the silver hair under the old king's crown, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "After a few years, father-in-law, you are getting old!"

The old king stroked the silver hair on his temples, and said with a smile: "Time is not forgiving, I am old, if I am not here in the future, you need to help this family a lot!"

Zhu Zhangui smiled slightly, neither agreeing nor refusing.

Whether the family needs to be taken care of in the future depends on the performance of the old man.

If Zhu Zhangui is dissatisfied, I'm sorry, maybe I need to take care of it in advance.

That night, a grand welcome banquet was held in the palace.

Many honorable ministers deliberately made friends with Zhu Zhangui, constantly toasting and flattering.

Zhu Zhangui also never refused to come, drinking and chatting with everyone with a smile.

"Your Highness, this is the topographic map of the entire Bengal Sultanate!"

After the banquet, Zhu Zhangui returned to Sanbao's bedroom.

After Zhu Zhangui let him go to rest first, he drove away the servants who were serving him, and began to ask Hu Yu about the situation of the Bengal Sultanate.

After receiving the topographic map handed over by Hu Yu, Zhu Zhangui watched it seriously.

The map is very detailed, and Hu Yu clearly marked the troops stationed in dangerous places in each city and fortress, as well as the famous families in the city.

With this map, if Da Ming launched an attack directly, it would be at least several times easier.

"Copy a copy of this map and give it to General Zhang Feng at the border, and tell him by the way that we will continue to follow the original plan. If I don't reply to him by then, let him launch an attack directly!"

"Yes!"

After Hu Yu put away the map, Zhu Zhangui looked around and asked in a low voice in Jinling dialect.

"Have you found any opponents, or are they sincerely seeking refuge!"

Hu Yu, who had been prepared for a long time, took out a small book and handed it to Zhu Zhangui, and quickly replied:

"Most of them are in favor of joining the Ming Dynasty, and some are against or unwilling. Among them, the one with the greatest power is a prince who controls the northeast region of the Bengal Sultanate!"

"He is your father-in-law's half-brother, about 10 years younger than your father-in-law."

"This person is extremely ambitious. He has assassinated the old king many times, but all of them ended in failure!"

"As far as the slaves know, the old king also knows that he did it, but the opponent has fifty or sixty thousand troops in his hands. The old king dare not do it rashly. He is worried that the war will destroy the current situation in the Bengal Sultanate, so he has been Drag like this!"

"The old king also wrote to the other party about joining Daming, but the other party has not responded yet."

"According to our investigation, the other party has secretly prepared for war since receiving the letter!"

"Humph!"

Zhu Zhangui snorted disdainfully.

Even a mere clown dared to challenge the majesty of Ming Dynasty.

"When you send the map to Zhang Feng, tell him that the negotiation on my side was successful. When he leads troops in, he will go and kill this guy first."

Before Hu Yu agreed, Zhu Zhangui added calmly.

"Tell him, I will press all the captured prisoners to the Burmese border, and chop them all off in front of those Burmese soldiers!"

"Then on the pile of corpses, plant a big flag with the characters of several countries printed on it for Lao Tzu!"

Speaking of this, Zhu Zhangui looked around, came to the table, and wrote a line of big characters with a pen.

After the ink was dry, Zhu Zhangui threw it to Hu Yu.

Hu Yu took it and glanced carefully, and saw six large characters written on it.

Those who obey will prosper, those who oppose will perish!

Chapter 216: Catch a thief and you can become a marquis. It's not too much for my watchdog to be a prince.

In the early morning of the next day, a heavily guarded room in the Palace of the Sultan of Bangladesh.

Six people sat facing each other.

On one side are the representatives of the Bengal Sultanate, the old king representing the royal family, the minister of state affairs representing the ministers, a nobleman representing the nobles, and representatives of two families and businessmen.

The five people had serious expressions, wondering how to get the greatest benefit?

This negotiation is related to their future destiny.

Whether to continue to enjoy life in the future, or to live a life of inferiority, depends on today's negotiation.

Zhu Zhangui, who was sitting opposite, looked very relaxed.

It doesn't matter to him whether the negotiation can be successful or not.

After the negotiation is over, if one person wins a country with a few words, his reputation will soar, and it will be recorded in the history books.

We can't reach an agreement, and the big deal is to fight, and it will be fine if the father-in-law's family is not hurt by then.

Anyway, he has made both preparations, and it depends on whether the other party's conditions are too much.

"His Royal Highness, these are some small requests from our side to join Daming, please read them over!"

After the five people on the opposite side winked at each other, the minister of state affairs bowed slightly, and handed a scroll to Zhu Zhangui with both hands.

Zhu Zhangui didn't get up, but nodded slightly.

Hu Yu, who was on the side, stepped forward to take the scroll handed over by the minister of state affairs, checked it, and then put it on the table in front of Zhu Zhangui and slowly unfolded it.

Text has two modes.

The upper one is the official language of the Ming Dynasty, and the lower one is the language of the Bengal Sultanate.

The text is one big and one small, expressing the humility of the Bengal Sultanate and also showing the relationship between primary and secondary.

As the scroll opened, Zhu Zhangui couldn't help but chuckle at the first one.

The first item on the scroll reads: After the Bengal Sultanate joins the Ming Dynasty, it is hoped that the Ming Dynasty can retain the titles of all nobles in the Bengal Sultanate and enjoy the same level of treatment as the nobles of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Zhangui shook his head speechlessly.

This means that the other party took the initiative to join and has a relationship with himself.

If you change a country, Zhu Zhangui will get up and leave directly based on this one.

What a joke, these guys are not awake!

How precious is the title of Daming, how many titles have been distributed since the founding of the country?

And what about the Sultanate of Bangladesh?

As far as Zhu Zhangui knew, there were dozens of dukes alone, and thousands of other marquises, earls, and viscounts.

Leaving aside the duke, the noble titles below are equivalent to all the enfeoffed nobles of the Ming Dynasty from the founding of the country to the present.

If this is really admitted, what will those heroes who worked so hard for Daming to get the title think.

Their titles were obtained by rolling among the dead, fighting countless battlefields with Lao Zhu and the old man, and experiencing countless lives and deaths.

As a result, the Bengal Sultanate just changed its flag and gained a status comparable to theirs, which made everyone unhappy.

Seeing Zhu Zhangui smiling and shaking his head, the five people on the opposite side tensed up, knowing that Zhu Zhangui was not satisfied with their conditions.

The minister of state affairs, who was afraid that Zhu Zhangui would get up and leave, got up and said with a smile.

"His Royal Highness, these are our preliminary thoughts. If you are not satisfied, we can talk slowly!"

Zhu Zhangui glanced at him, reached out and clicked on the first item.

"Your Excellency, Minister of State, let's not talk about anything else, I cannot agree to the first item alone."

"Our Daming's title is very precious. Every nobleman has fought for Daming for most of his life on the battlefield and made countless contributions to obtain the honor."

"Now you are just talking about it and want to have the same treatment as those nobles. I'm sorry, but I can't agree to this condition!"

The old king sighed in his heart when he heard this.

Although his daughter said in front of the ministers that she could not be the master and could not respond to their conditions, she told him in private that Zhu Zhangui would never agree to this one, let alone other conditions.

Sure enough, when Zhu Zhangui saw this condition today, he shook his head and refused without even looking at the others.

"His Royal Highness, we also understand the preciousness of the title of Daming, but our title of nobility did not come for nothing, it was obtained through countless contributions."

Zhu Zhangui shrugged.

"I'm sorry, don't blame me for speaking harshly. Your so-called credits, let alone the noble titles in Daming, can't even meet the requirements for promotion."

"In our Ming Dynasty, if we want to obtain the title of nobility, we must at least win a big victory in a war with a scale of 10 people, or make great contributions before we can be entrusted."

"Besides, our Ming Dynasty has regulations that no one can be knighted unless he has made military achievements."

"It means that only soldiers can obtain titles, civil servants only have titles, and they are not qualified to obtain titles."

With that said, Zhu Zhangui clicked on the list next to him.

"At least half of you here are doing business, or writing important poems to get titles."

"And these!"

Raising his hand to draw a group of people, Zhu Zhangui looked at the five people opposite him speechlessly.

"Don't treat us Daming as deaf and blind, these people's titles seem to have been conferred a few days ago!"

"Good guy, there are more than 300 people, and they are all rewarded for their military achievements."

Glancing at the few people opposite, Zhu Zhangui sarcastically said.

"All of a sudden conferring so many military nobles, are you going to fight a world war?"

The old king blushed and coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment.

The others were also a little embarrassed.

Without looking at the embarrassment of the people opposite, Zhu Zhangui took a piece of paper handed over by Hu Yu, raised his hand and slapped it on the table.

"I won't talk about the others among the 300 people, I'll just talk about this one."

"If you catch a small thief, you will be made a marquis. If Da Ming follows this standard, all the common people can become nobles. With this standard of merit, the dog raised by my father can be made a prince. In terms of thieves, the dog my father raised is stronger than your Marquis."