Daming prepares the emperor

A seal made of jasperite was glued with red inkpad and gently covered on the snow-white rice paper.

Behind the screen with black bamboo and rattan cloth embroidered with mountains and rivers, one person is sitting on a chair and writing something, while the other is standing by the side, watching respectfully.

In the spacious room, there are several rows of bookshelves against the wall, high and low, and they are piled up with ancient books and wooden boxes.A guqin is placed horizontally on the table in the middle, and next to the guqin is a set of jujube celadon tea sets with soft luster. From the brass incense burner in the middle, wisps of green smoke slowly float out, lingering in the room.

The layout of the entire room is exquisite and full of antiquity, but from the furnishings, it can be seen that this place is not used for living, but rather a special office.

After a while, the person sitting on the chair put down his pen, turned his head and said, "The prince plans to take down Pingjiang before the New Year's Eve, have you heard about it?"

This voice belonged to Zhu Biao.

"I have heard a little bit about it." Changsun Wanguan couldn't figure out what he meant, so he carefully thought about it and answered an unmistakable sentence.

"It's been more than a year since the transformation of the town demon division, and you've done a good job."

"It's all arranged by His Highness." Changsun Wanguan immediately flattered him, "Those who advocate are absolutely unexpected."

Zhu Biao ignored his nonsense, and continued: "I plan to send a team of birds to follow the troops to Pingjiang to assist in the battle, to observe the route and convey military information. You choose the monsters yourself, explain it to them, and make a contract. This is It's the first time for Zhenyaosi to cooperate with the Ministry of War, but his ability is second to none, and the most important thing is to be obedient."

Changsun Wanguan was taken aback, opened his mouth to say something, but didn't say a word, then closed his mouth again, and came back several times, as if he had a nail in his mouth.

"Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"Your Highness, the ministers and the officials of the Ministry of War are not familiar with each other, and there are two systems. This, there may be other difficulties in this, which will waste a lot of time."

"I'll give you a handwritten token." Zhu Biao could see through his small thoughts at a glance, "The Prime Minister Zuo has already said hello."

"Hey!" Changsun Wanguan said with a smile, "Then I have nothing to say. I will do whatever Your Highness asks me to do."

"I don't care what tricks you play, you have to take it to heart, and give more chores to your subordinates. If you can't do this well, I won't punish you. It's the prince who will punish you."

"...I understand."

Zhu Yuanzhang is much more ruthless than Zhu Biao. When he mentions this name, it seems that even the air is a bit heavy.

"Okay, let's go. After choosing the team, write a memorial and hand it in." Zhu Biao handed him the document he had stamped.

Changsun Wanguan lowered his head to take the paperwork, took a few steps back slowly, turned and went out.

With the breeze from the door opening, a few bright red petals swept into the house.

The peach tree demon of the town demon division is also blooming in autumn. The lush and dense flowers block the sea-blue, cloudless sky above the head, and a few beams of golden silk-like sunlight pass through the gaps and fall on the corridor. In the middle, illuminated vermilion lacquered pillars.

The buildings in the courtyard are painted with flying clouds, the bead curtains are rolling rain, and the layered lanterns and long-spoke engraved silk are hung on the corners of the eaves. The grass and trees in the garden are fragrant, strange and extraordinary, just like a fairyland.

After several times of rectification and reconstruction, the original dungeon of Zhenyaosi has been completely transferred outside the city, and the large warehouse and filing room have been moved to the east of the city. What stays here is the comprehensive yamen that handles the affairs of the whole territory. Summarize the daily Issuing important documents and laws of each province.

Those who come and go are all Taoists and masters with high cultivation bases.

Zhu Biao stayed for a while, and after reviewing some documents that only he was qualified to handle, he got up and left when he saw that it was getting late.

As soon as he entered the mansion, it turned out that Wei Zhongde had already been waiting for him, so he saluted and said: "Master, the prince has something to convey to you."

"what's up?"

"The prince told you to go back and worship his ancestors for him."

"Worshiping the ancestors?" Zhu Biao was a little surprised, "Going to Fengyang to worship the ancestors?"

"Yes, by the way, we will also inspect the people's sentiments along the way and worship the heaven and the earth."

"Where is the prince?"

"My lord left the city in the afternoon. He said he will be staying in the barracks tonight and will go out tomorrow morning."

"It was so sudden." Zhu Biao changed direction and walked towards Ma Xiuying's yard. After walking a few steps, he stopped and went to his study, and asked, "Did the princess tell me when to leave? "

No matter how Zhu Biao changed direction, Wei Zhongde did not bump into him, and followed behind him impartially, hearing the words: "Go back to the master, the princess didn't say anything."

"Then arrange it in more than ten days."

"Yes, the slave will order someone to prepare the luggage tomorrow."

Time is like flowing water, fleeting, Zhu Biao went to worship the ancestors, and he traveled as the son of the eldest son. It was a big deal, and officials from all ministries, as long as they were in Yingtian, came out to see him off.

Wearing a gorgeous dress, Ma Xiuying took the trouble to explain what he should pay attention to and what to be careful at the gate of the city, and sent Zhu Biao away in time.

The casual personnel included doctors, hall officials and many small officials. More than 1000 soldiers and horses were sent, and several carts of goods were pulled, including countless grains, gold and silver, cattle and sheep.

How can I walk at night in brocade clothes when I return home?

For the Zhu family, this is not only a necessary psychological comfort, but also a major political expression. Confirming Fengyang's status and rebuilding the original tomb will undoubtedly have as much impact as the enthronement ceremony.

In ancient times, filial piety was emphasized. It doesn't matter if you don't believe in Buddhism or faith. It's a big problem if you don't believe in your ancestors.

The son's status is noble and his status is respected. Zhu Biao couldn't act easily, so he stayed in the carriage for more than two months.

For more than two months, they have not only been on their way, but also slaughtered cattle and sheep in the towns along the line, set up altars to worship, had several meals and banquets from time to time, met officials at all levels, long-lived old people, and businessmen and Confucian scholars. Go, it was already November when we arrived in Fengyang.

Lan Yu went to war with Chang Yuchun, Mu Ying followed Comrade Zhu, and Wei Zhongde stayed in Yingtian to study advanced service studies with Huang Xi.

Ju Fei was running around to catch little monsters, and sent them to town monsters to earn rewards. The money it earned was stored in the small treasury, which was kept by Ma Xiuying, and the flowers could not be spent or used. Where does the motivation come from.

All in all, Zhu Biao only followed Liu Chubai when he went out this time.

There was also a broken bowl.

There are bumps on the edges and corners, and the surface is not very smooth.

This bowl was originally made of black pottery, but later it became white, and the material is also close to porcelain.

But still very broken.

For so long, it has only moved occasionally, like a fetus in a pregnant woman's arms. It gave the old father Zhu Biao a little surprise, and then fell silent again, drawing luck from the mother's dragon veins.

Zhu Biao was so annoyed by this bowl that he became angry when he saw it. He did it countless times while reading and reciting sutras in front of it.

This time I came to Fengyang's hometown, which is also the hometown of Powan. It is from here that it followed Zhu Yuanzhang for alms, hoping to meet some opportunities to turn it into a demon.

The carriage has a luxurious appearance and a spacious interior. There is a small couch, a small table, and many folding brackets, which are fixed with iron nails and will not shake even if it is bumped.

Even the plates and cups on the table use special techniques, which are easy to pick up and stable when put down.

Zhu Biao sat inside alone, leaving a lot of space, and Liu Chubai was lying beside him at this time.

"Wait a little longer, it's almost here." Zhu Biao patted its head, "Why don't you go down and follow the convoy."

The running speed of the fine dogs is extremely fast, Liu Chubai is the best among the fine dogs, and it runs like lightning, the shadows are invisible to the naked eye, and they can only eat some dust in their mouths.Many shit-shoveling officers among modern people drive and walk their dogs. Although Zhu Biao doesn't have a car, he has walked for six days on horseback.

Liu Chubai shook his head, slumped on the mat, turned over and exposed his belly.

Zhu Biao looked at it for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and opened the curtain, and asked, "How long will it take to reach Fengyang?"

The young general who had been closely following the carriage immediately said, "It will take at least three hours to return to Your Highness."

"Yeah." Zhu Biao said, "Don't tell others, I'm going to Fengyang first, and bring me a horse."

"Think twice, Your Highness." The general panicked, "If you make any mistakes, I will die..."

"It'll be fine." Zhu Biao said, "I'll bring a red flare. When you see me in the sky, come find me again."

"I'd better send a few soldiers to go with you." The general did not give up, and continued to persuade, "Let them pretend to be servants, so that His Highness can order them if you have any orders, so as not to be tired."

"Lead a horse."

"……Yes."

The huge convoy stopped, and everyone only thought that there was some problem with the road conditions ahead, or His Highness wanted to come down to get some fresh air, so they took the opportunity to loosen their arms and legs, chat for a while, eat some dry food, and find some water to drink.

After a quarter of an hour, the long team started moving forward again, everyone was supposed to do what they were supposed to do, but no one noticed that Zhu Biao was riding a horse, followed by Liu Chubai, and ran quietly into the wilderness on the side.

No one followed, and there was no need to pay attention to whether the heavy-duty truck behind was falling behind. Only then did Liu Chubai become happy, and ran wildly in the path in the mountain forest, clearing the way for Zhu Biao behind him.

The wind whistling on both sides, smelling the fragrance of grass and trees, and seeing the mountains in the surrounding fields, even if Zhu Biao was not bored by the long journey, he felt much more comfortable at this time.

More than an hour later.

With four hooves stepping over the fallen leaves, Zhu Biao pulled back the reins tightly, the horse neighed, its head tilted to the right, and it stood on the muddy dirt road.

Liu Chubai ran out for a while, but when he saw that his master hadn't followed, he turned back wagging his tail.

"Look at this persimmon tree." Zhu Biao pointed to the distance, "Before I left, my mother explained to me in every possible way. When I found this persimmon tree, I also found the village where my father was born."

"Wang?"

"It is said that when my father was about to starve to death due to famine, he survived because he ate the persimmons here. He plans to designate it as Ling Shuanghou after he ascends the throne."

Zhu Biao glanced down at Liu Chubai: "I tell you this to make you respect this tree a bit. It is the future Marquis. At least you can't pee on the trunk."

The leaves of the persimmon tree have all fallen, leaving only the bare brown branches, but there are still many plump and red persimmons hanging on them, each of which is shining with crystal luster, falling on the branches, heavy, like orange round Light bulb.

Zhu Biao took the horse to the woods and tied it up, took out a set of linen clothes full of holes from the package hanging on it, and changed it on. He grabbed a water polo, poured it on Liuchubai's body, held it down and rubbed it on the ground for several times, until the snow-white hair turned gray.

Liu Chubai yelled a few times in doubt and aggrieved.

"Listen well, from now on, you are not a liar, your name is... Da Zhuang, understand." Zhu Biao saw the panic in the dog's eyes, and continued regardless of its reaction, "I I'm not called Zhu Biao, I'm Lin Shi, and my family is... um, I sell big cakes, and I have a little money, my parents and I got separated, and I live with you."

Since he came back to do practical things for the people in his hometown, it is unreasonable not to visit privately. As for whether it will be inappropriate after his identity is exposed, Zhu Biao thinks that such trivial matters are indifferent. Once frankly declared that I am originally Huaiyou commoner.

Looking forward, Zhu Biao walked towards the persimmon tree.

Lu Jinai left her thatched hut and walked towards the persimmon tree at the head of the village.

On both sides of the road is the overturned land, showing a monotonous yellow color. The houses of three or five families stand there, and the smoke from the kitchen rises straight up. And a little boring.

Fengyang Village is very poor, and Lu Jinai is also very poor, but his poverty is not caused by himself.

Lu Jinai has a thin face, regular but not brilliant features, strong jaw line, and always straight back. At first glance, he is a rigid, serious, rigid man who does not know how to adapt.

The Lu family is a family that has studied for generations. There have been several small officials in the ancestors, the highest being the county magistrate, and most of them are poor scholars. Contrary to the ups and downs of the family, the Lu family's family education is very stable and excellent, and they pursue the style of gentlemen. People in the family, no matter who is mentioned out, can make ancient and modern sages clap their hands and smile.

In this generation, Lu Jinai's father suffered from a serious illness in his early years. The few acres of Susukida in the family were sold to buy medicines, and he owed a lot of foreign debts. The illness was not cured, and he died.

Lu Jin’ai’s mother never remarried, and lived alone in troubled times with her son. She supported them both by mending and farming for the landlord. She escaped the war, the famine, and her aging and broken body, and finally passed away. up.

But she did raise a good son.

Her son is very strong and filial.Regardless of his own life or death, he bought a thin coffin for his mother with the last money in the family.

So now it has been reduced to the point where there is no food to eat.

He discovered this persimmon tree not long ago. It is strange to say that there are so many sweet red persimmons on the tree that no one else in the village seems to be able to see. Even if he just picked it, no one else can see it. Half of it, he said in a daze that his hands were empty and there was nothing.

Lu Jin'ai should have been more careful when things went wrong, but he really didn't have half a grain of rice left in his family, and he had no other choice if he didn't want to owe favors.

So he put on gray linen clothes, stepped on straw sandals, carried a bamboo hat on his back, combed his hair with a polished wooden stick, picked up a long bamboo pole with a fork at the top, and set off.

After standing still under the tree, he stretched out the long pole, used the gap at the top to insert the twigs with persimmons on it, twisted it slightly, and brought down a few tomatoes.

After collecting enough food, Lu Jin'ai stopped, cupped his hands to the persimmon tree and said, "Thank you, brother, I'll pick up a load of water to pour you, and I'm afraid I'll bother you in the next few days."

The wind blows and the grass moves, and the treetops seem to sway.

Wrapping Persimmon with the hem of his clothes, he just turned his head when he saw a person and a dog walking towards him on the road.

The man was a teenager, and the dog looked weird, as if it was too thin, with tangled hair and mud and weeds hanging on it.

Where did this come from?Why do you have to come to Fengyang Village for food.

Waiting for Zhu Biao to approach, Lu Jinai put a persimmon into the broken bowl in his hand.

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The author has something to say:

The name Fengyang was actually given by Zhu Yuanzhang after he ascended the throne, so everyone should take it for granted.

Can it be considered historical common sense?

The yang of Phoenix Mountain, Fengyang.