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Chapter 844 Ask Zhu Di Three Times
In the southern part of Jinling, there is a courtyard, no matter day or night, it is full of smoke and dust, and it is necessary to cover the mouth and nose at a distance of several hundred meters.

Here is the copper factory in Jinling.

After Huayan and his daughter were brought from the north by people sent by Yao Guangxiao, they have been working in the copper factory, specializing in casting various bronze wares.

To the south of the copper factory, around half a short hill, you can see a small courtyard located on the side of the road. Outside the courtyard wall of the small courtyard, wild roses that have just entered the autumn flowering period are blooming all over the wall.

Outside the courtyard wall, a young girl and a half-grown boy are tending these flowers.

Zheng He had been watching from a distance for a while.

Even though Gu Xiaobai used to be a peerless general and Zhong Jun Wudi, but at the moment, he is not good at making flowers and plants, and he doesn't know when he can't help but wipe his face all over. Sleep.

Finally, Gu Xiaobai couldn't take it anymore, he raised his head to look at Zheng He and said, "Uncle Sanbao, are you going to keep watching, or come to help?"

Didn't you see that my waist is about to break?
Zheng He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, you are really not polite at all to provoke me.

He glanced at the few people around him, and said helplessly, "You should go in and wash your face, it's all dirty..."

Gu Xiaobai touched his face, but made his face even more dirty, glared at Zheng He, and ran to wash his face.

Beside Zheng He, a middle-aged man was a little dull: "This is Zhong Jun?"

Shouldn’t Zhong Jun in the legend be eight feet tall, with an eight-foot waist, green skin, two big eyes, and the ability to sit on a round flying saucer and descend from the sky in golden light?
It turned out to be a kid who was at most eleven or twelve years old?Doesn't look any different?

I struggled for several days, and finally decided to come to see the person, is this?

"I'm Hua Zhongjun, who are you, Uncle?" Unexpectedly, upon hearing his words, Hua Zhongjun raised his head and smiled at Zheng He: "Uncle Sanbao, please sit inside, and I'll make tea for you."

The middle-aged man beside Zheng He looked at Hua Zhongjun, and then at Gu Xiaobai who was wiping his face vigorously inside, with a dazed expression on his face.

Who is Zhong Jun?

Zheng He glanced at the two people around him, waved his hands, and said to Hua Zhongjun: "Miss Jun'er, don't be busy, I will see what Zhong Jun needs, and I will leave later."

"Sit inside." Hua Zhongjun smiled gently and invited them in.

The room is not big, but it is very clean.

The middle-aged man stood at the door, looking at Gu Xiaobai who was standing next to him in front of the washbasin, who was fighting with his own face, washing back and forth, and seemed to always miss one or two spots of Gu Xiaobai, always felt a little strange.

This is Zhong Jun?This is Zhong Jun's home.

Hua Zhongjun made tea for the three of them, and then went to help Gu Xiaobai wipe his face, and then Gu Xiaobai raised his head: "What do you want from me?"

Gu Xiaobai was a little puzzled.

At this time, it should be Zhu Di who rewarded everyone. The envoys from various countries caused a sensation in Jinling. When everyone was busy doing business with these envoys, how could Zheng He have time to come to him.

"I've stayed in Jinling for more than ten days, and I'm about to set off again. I'm asking you if you want to go with me." Zheng He said.

In fact, Gu Xiaobai had been prepared for a long time, but when Zheng He asked, and asked in front of Hua Zhongjun, he was still a little entangled, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

He once promised Zheng He that he would sail to the West with him.

But he really didn't want to be separated from Hua Zhongjun.

Hua Zhongjun turned around, she took Gu Xiaobai's hand, and caressed it pitifully.

The girl's palm was a little rough because she was used to doing it, and even Gu Xiaobai's palm hurt a little from scratching.

She held Gu Xiaobai's right hand for a long time, and then said to Zheng He: "Uncle Sanbao, Xiaobai will ask you to take care of him next."

"Sister?" Gu Xiaobai was taken aback.

He didn't expect that Hua Zhongjun would let her go.

Even Zheng He was quite stunned: "Miss Jun'er..."

"It's best for Xiaobai to go with you. This Jinling City, this Daming, how can my brother be tolerated..." Hua Zhongjun stretched out his hand and touched Gu Xiaobai's head.

Gu Xiaobai at this age is already taller than Hua Zhongjun, but in Hua Zhongjun's eyes, Gu Xiaobai will always be the eight-year-old boy who killed wild boars with a copper pole in order to protect him.

need her care.

Zheng He was stunned.

He didn't expect that Hua Zhongjun would have such insights.

He didn't speak, but came with him instead, a fat and lame young man said: "Miss Jun'er, why do you say that, this great Ming can accommodate all nations to congratulate, how can it not accommodate a Zhong Jun?"

This sentence made Hua Zhongjun a little angry. She glared at the young man in front of her and said:
"Do you know that if it wasn't for Xiaobai, our family of three would have died in Beiping long ago?"

"This... I have heard a little bit, but..."

"We are a family of three. We rely on handicrafts for food and work hard. We have never slack off for a day, but because of human failure, we are about to be beheaded. May I ask what mistakes did we make? This Daming, even those of us who have worked hard If you can't tolerate craftsmen, how can you tolerate someone as miraculous as my brother?"

The chubby young man was tongue-tied, and said for a while, "Well, after all, casting a bell is a big matter, and there are moments of impatience..."

"What difference does it make if the bell is cast or not? Now that the bell has been cast, has the world ever been peaceful and the people rich because of it? No matter how many scriptures are engraved on it, it is only a bell. Even if As you said, the emperor was only in a hurry, but he could kill hundreds of people because of his likes and dislikes. Is such an emperor a Ming emperor or a tyrant? What is the difference between him and Shang Zhou and others?"

The chubby young man never expected that he would be so speechless by a woman.

Even Gu Xiaobai was tongue-tied and looked at Hua Zhongjun.

A few years ago, Hua Zhongjun was still a weak and submissive woman, but this kind of Hua Zhongjun has already made him hardly know him.

But think about it carefully, how can a woman who dares to throw herself into the furnace, a "golden furnace empress" who can be worshiped by later generations to build a temple, be a weak person, an idler?

Over the years, it's not just himself who has grown.

This girl who didn't join the oven and didn't become the "Golden Oven Empress" has also grown up.

"He...he has a lot of things to deal with every day, and he needs to think about more things. Maybe he didn't think carefully for a while. He is the emperor. It's disrespectful for you to say that..." the fat young man said weakly.

"As an emperor, if you can't let the people live and work in peace and contentment, and let the world share peace, what is worthy of our respect? If no matter good or evil, whoever sits in that position must be convinced by everyone, then why did Emperor Taizu raise an army? And why should I have Daming?!"

Even the fat young man dared not answer this sentence.

Next to him, the middle-aged man who had been silent all this time suppressed his anger and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being beheaded if you say so?"

"If it weren't for my brother Xiaobai, the graves of our father and daughter would be a foot high. As long as Xiaobai is safe, I wouldn't be afraid of life and death." Hua Zhongjun held Gu Xiaobai's hand and said, "And if I My brother is safe, who would dare to kill my father and daughter? What am I afraid of?"

For a while, the few people present didn't know what to say.

After a long time, the chubby young man got up and bowed deeply, and said, "Young girl's talent, you can be a good friend."

"Sister..." Gu Xiaobai shook his head, and asked the fat young man, "Is your surname Zhu?"

The fat young man's complexion changed.

"You look very much like a friend of mine... He is also very fat. He said that he is a descendant of the royal family of the Ming Dynasty. It seems that he is not lying to me..."

If Zhu Qinan were here, he would definitely complain about Gu Xiaobai.

Why am I fat!

I eat your rice?

(End of this chapter)