Daming prepares the emperor

To the middle of January 24.

It has been a while since Fengdu came back, and Zhu Jingjing and Zhu Di'an had a lot of separation. The two of them cried for a long time in the prison, and then apologized with Zhu Biao in their arms for half an hour. Finally, they had a long memory and wrote After the two review papers were handed in to Comrade Lao Zhu, each received a shoe print, and now obediently memorizes the Three Character Classic and the Tao Te Ching in the study every day, which makes Sun and Yi, who don't know the inside story, puzzled.

On January [-]st, Zhu Yuanzhang proclaimed King Wu, made Zhu Biao the eldest son, made Li Shanchang the right minister, Xu Da the left minister, and Chang Yuchun and Yu Tonghai the governors of Pingzhang.

The ceremony of proclaiming the king is of great significance. It took several months for the preparation work alone. On that day, sheep and cattle were slaughtered, gods were sacrificed, and ancestors were respected. The civil servants and generals of the country celebrated with each other, and they couldn't help being overjoyed.

Although Zhu Biao also participated in the whole set of procedures that day, wearing a heavy and gorgeous crown, he followed Comrade Zhu and was worshiped by others, but this matter did not affect him much. He is not a person who likes extravagance. As for Yu Li, he has long known that such a day will come.

The only thing that surprised Zhu Biao was that as soon as the announcement of the canonization came out, a dragon chant sounded very clearly in his ears. At that moment, his connection with Zhongshan Longmai became closer than ever, as if Connected by invisible lines, it is almost the same as my own father. From then on, I can sense his situation and mobilize his spirit and aura even thousands of miles away.

Such an accident was enough to make him happy, and what was even more surprising was that within three days, the dragon energy fed back from the dragon veins condensed into a small dragon on his body.

It's not like Zhu Biao has never seen this kind of dragon transformed by human luck. Zhu Yuanzhang has it, Chen Youliang has it, and Zhang Shicheng, who has never met, and Yuan Dynasty Emperor Bo'er Ji Jin must have it, and they are all bigger than his, but theirs Although Long Da was a bit bigger, he didn't seem to be agile or clear.

His dragon, its head, body, tail and claws are all lifelike, golden and shining, about three feet long and three inches wide, limited by its size, it cannot be said to be mighty, but it is very cute and handsome.

In order to study this golden little dragon clearly, Zhu Biao has not gone to martial arts or cultivation for more than a week. Whenever he has free time every day, he squats in the study and looks in the mirror.

Today is no exception.

The wind and snow were blowing outside the window, and the snow fell from the brown branches, and the branches were blown by the wind again, knocking on the window, making a steady rubbing sound.

There is a charcoal basin in the house, which is warm and comfortable. Liu Chubai is lying in the nest and fell asleep, his hair undulating with his breathing, like a ball of soft cotton.

In addition to the rows of bookshelves and the large table in the middle of the room, there is also a mirror.

Zhu Biao always thought that the bronze mirrors made by the ancients were very blurry, but in fact, as long as the craftsmanship of the craftsman is good enough and the polishing time is long enough, the bronze mirrors can also reach the level of modern mirrors.The mirror in front of him was purchased at a high price. Not only can it clearly reflect the face of a person, but it is not difficult to see the strands of hair clearly.

"What's the difference?" Zhu Biao took a few steps closer, carefully observing the golden dragon that was putting its head on his shoulder and wrapping its tail around his waist, "It moved once a few days ago, don't you think so? "

The folding fan that flew to the mirror nodded up and down, indicating that he had seen it too.

"Are you acting only under the influence of psychology?" Zhu Biao murmured, "What kind of psychology do you want? Fear, encouragement, or mandatory orders?"

The folding fan has been researching with Zhu Biao for a long time. It didn't like this new partner who took away the owner's attention very much. In addition, because it had never gone out for a ride, it could only watch Liu Chubai having fun in the snow, and it was even more suffocating. Heaving a sigh of relief, seeing that it didn't respond seriously this time, he finally couldn't help shaking it a few times, and knocked the fan bone on the Jinlong's head.

Zhu Biao didn't have time to stop him, and before he could say a word stop, Jinlong actually reacted, as slippery as a fish that had just landed, swished around Zhu Biao's body, and coiled on the other side's left shoulder , and put his head on his chest, closed his eyes and rubbed.

The fan was dumbfounded, a nameless anger rose from the head of the fan, and ignited on the surface of the fan, it opened and closed in anger, flew up and down, pointed at the golden dragon, and cursed silently.

Inspired by this unexpected situation, Zhu Biao reached out to the little dragon again. He could even feel the smooth and cold touch of the dragon's scales at his fingertips, which was something that Zhu Yuanzhang's big dragon didn't have—yes, he had already touched.

"boss!"

The window was suddenly violently knocked open, and Ju Fei rushed in with the air-conditioning and shouted, which startled them.

After squatting on the ground, it was dumbfounded. It stared blankly at Zhu Biao's hand, and said in amazement: "Boss, your luck can be taken down?"

"Take it down?" Zhu Biao looked down and saw that the Dragon-shaped Qiyun was really caught in his hands, and it was separated from his body, floating in mid-air, swimming a few times from time to time, like a flag waving in the wind.

He let go of his hand quickly, and the dragon returned to its original place, regained its original shape, but still did not move.

Ju Fei showed an unbelievable expression: "It's really a full man who doesn't know how hungry a hungry man is. Boss, luck and body protection are blessings that many people can't ask for. I can't wait to stick them to my body and tie them into a knot. take it down?"

"..." Zhu Biao smiled, "Why not? You can work part-time, but it can't? Isn't it convenient for it to buy vegetables and sell tea?"

Jufei knew that it might be in trouble, shrank his neck, and changed the subject: "Boss, your mother asked me to call you."

It seems that Niang didn't take Ju Fei's hidden identity seriously at all.

"what's up?"

"I don't know either. In that miscellaneous courtyard, many people came and said that you should go and see for yourself."

"Okay, you go back first, I will come later."

"Alright, I'm leaving. I'll see you, the boss." Ju Fei lightly jumped onto the window sill and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Zhu Biao ordered the folding fan to stay, took a cloak, refused the request of the maids and servants to follow, and walked alone to the other courtyard near Ma Xiuying's residence.

The snow was a bit heavy, and he walked with one deep foot and one shallow foot. Many young men who were sweeping the snow on the nearby road knelt down when they saw his figure, and people farther away also knelt down following the movement.

The higher the status, the stricter the rules. This is probably the most obvious change about Zhu Biao.As Ma Xiuying said, from now on, there will be as many restrictions on him as glory.

When he was approaching the gate of the other courtyard, Zhu Biao saw his eldest grandson Wanguan and Zhang Ziming there. Both of them were holding paper umbrellas, as if they had been waiting for a long time.

"Your Highness." The eldest grandson greeted him with a smile, holding his umbrella on Zhu Biao's head, "You counted."

"What's the matter?"

"You still don't know?" Changsun Wanguan said, "This is for you to choose a servant."

"It's enough for me to have Zhang Ziming."

"Gee, it's not the same."

The eldest grandson Wanguan led him in. The yard was originally used for storing sundries, but now a small open space covered with snowflakes was vacated. There were more than [-] teenagers wearing linen clothes of the same color standing respectfully with their heads bowed, motionless in the cold wind, as if Sculpture, it looks like it has been strictly trained.

"These are all eunuchs." The eldest grandson said, "You are the son of the eldest son now, and in the future... you will be chosen sooner or later."

Speaking of this, he left a blank that everyone understands.

"Anyway, you can't live without eunuchs who accompany you personally. They were either voluntary, or sold by the family, or they couldn't survive. The prince asked me to bring them to you to have a look, and let you choose one first."

Zhu Biao didn't expect such a thing, and walked forward after a moment of silence.

It should be considered that Zhu Biao is still young, and it will be difficult to change his cronies when he grows up, so the candidates who appear here are no more than fourteen or fifteen years old, and they have not yet grown beards, and their appearance is not the same as that of ordinary men. no difference.

"Look up, let's sort them by height," he said.

When they looked up, they could see that they were all upright and very obedient, and they quickly stood in a row again.

Zhang Ziming had a stack of relevant materials in his hand. Looking at Zhu Biao's back, he was about to go up and introduce them one by one, but his sleeve was tugged.Turning his head, it was Changsun Wanguan who was winking.

"Where the parents are still alive, as long as one of them is still alive, stand to my left."

Seven or eight people stood over.

"Illiterate, left."

There were many more people going this time.

"I didn't come voluntarily, and I passed."

There was a slight commotion in the crowd, and there were even fewer people left on the right.

Zhu Biao turned around and asked Changsun Wanguan for a handful of broken silver, and then threw the silver violently, throwing it all into the snow.

Several people came out to pick up the silver, knelt in front of Zhu Biao and held it with both hands, trying to return it to him.

Zhu Biao shook his head: "Go to the left."

He moved again, took off his cloak, and threw it on the ground casually. Only one of the people on the right rushed out, with a thin face, thin body, big eyes and thin lips, fell to his knees with a plop, and picked it up Cloak, whispered: "It's cold, Your Highness, you put on your clothes."

The sackcloth is thin, and after standing for so long, he has already started to tremble. The snowflakes covered his hair, which has almost lost its black color. It seems that the hands are still stubbornly showing the master's strength and courage.

"Where are your parents?" Zhu Biao asked.

He said: "If you can't pay the tax, you will be forced to death by the petty officials."

"Ever studied?"

"I studied in a private school for a few years, and then I attended classes outside the door."

"Why don't you pick up money and clothes?"

"The previous silver is not important to you, and you didn't let the servants pick it up. The clothes are for keeping out the cold. You are outside the house, so there is no reason to throw them away. Even if you don't want them, for the sake of His Highness's health, the servants should advise you to wear them." superior."

Changsun Wanguan couldn't help showing admiring eyes.

"what's your name?"

"Slave Wei Zhongde."

Hearing the first two words, Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, and the person kneeling on the ground was keenly aware of it, and immediately said: "You can call your servant whatever you want."

"The name is chosen by the parents. It's good to call it this." Zhu Biao took the clothes in his hand and shook them and put them on, showing his first smile after entering the yard. "From now on, you can follow me, go first Report to Madam, and then come to my residence to report."

"Yes."

Changsun Wanguan took a few steps forward, sighed and said, "This subordinate is so jealous."

"What's wrong?" Just now, Zhu Biao has returned to a very gentle state, "What are you jealous of?"

"In the future, this subordinate will not be your most caring dog leg. When I think of this, I feel so sad that I would rather die."

"Then you come from the palace. Although you are a bit older, I don't dislike you."

The eldest grandson Wanguan laughed a few times: "Well, well, this subordinate can help you with other things, or this little brother is more careful, and the clumsy subordinates will not annoy you."

Zhu Biao glanced at him, turned around and left.

The corner of the cloak brushed over the head of Wei Zhongde who was kneeling deeply.