Daming heir

Chapter 461

"I only remember that Fan Chong."

Zhu Yunxi thought of the Ming Dynasty inspector who still had a European inspector attached to him.

The sweet potatoes that the imperial court continues to promote in the local area are also found on this Fan Chong's boat.

Unexpectedly, this person would return to Daming so soon.

Zhu Yunxi smiled, and looked at Tian Mai: "He is the eighth-rank official of the imperial court. When he comes back, the imperial court will settle down first. Could it be that something happened?"

At the beginning, Fan Chong did not return to Europa alone on his own merchant ship, but also accompanied by the naval fleet sent by the imperial court. Naturally, he will return to Beijing together this time.

Could it be that Ming's naval warship was sunk on Europa?

Tian Mai glanced around, and whispered: "Your Highness, Envoy Ou Jian was beaten, and the person who beat him was Chuoros Mahamu, the envoy sent by Timur Khan, Meng Ge of the Wala tribe."

"Brother Menger Timur sent Mahamu to respond to Tiancheng?" Zhu Yunxi was puzzled at first, and then asked in surprise: "Mahamu beat Fan Chong?"

He really couldn't figure out that two people who were thousands of miles apart could fight.

Tian Mai faltered and didn't know how to explain it, and finally he could only cry and laugh: "Fan Chong is clamoring now, Mahamu beat up the imperial court official of Ming Dynasty, and asked the court to make decisions for him."

puff.

This bug can pull tiger skins.

Zhu Yunxi couldn't help laughing, and stepped into the carriage: "Where are they now?"

"The incident happened on the pier. Now both sides are unwilling to back down. People from Ying Tianfu have already tried to persuade and suppress it."

Tian Mai hurriedly explained, and asked in a low voice: "Does Your Highness want to go there?"

"go."

The carriage moved slowly, and the wheels rolled on the stone road, wobbling but not causing any discomfort.

But Zhu Yunxi, who was sitting in the carriage, gradually frowned and fell into deep thought.

It's not a big deal for Fan Chong to be beaten.

Even if he is now clamoring that he is the imperial court official of Ming Dynasty and was beaten, it doesn't matter.

In terms of Ming's national strategy, the defeat of a European supervisor is far less important than the strategic stability of the Oala, Tatar, and Mongolian tribes outside the Nine Borders.

Since Emperor Tianyuan and his eldest son Tianbaonu were killed and Dibaonu was captured, Beiyuan officially disappeared in the long river of history.

The great yuan that spanned Asia and Europe established by the gold family in the past has also completely disappeared.It's just that the Great Yuan Dynasty perished, but the tribes on the grassland still lived their lives raising sheep, herding horses, and going south.

In recent years, the land beyond the Great Wall to the west of the Great Wall has been controlled by the Oala tribe, because historical reasons are far less powerful than the Mongolian aristocratic tribal groups to the east of the Great Wall.

It is precisely because of this relationship that the imperial court has made great efforts to build the Beiping Capital and the Daning Capital in recent years, all targeting the Mongolian aristocratic tribes east of the Great Wall.

That is the Tatar Ministry.

Continued to go deep into Mobei from the south of the monastery and the northeastern region, and the Ming army went as far as the Songhua River and Yuerhai area.

In recent years, the imperial court has almost repeatedly marched north. Even after the spring of this year, King Zhu Di of Yan also led his army north to go outside the Great Wall to continue to conquer the desert grassland, trying to continue to weaken the enemy's vitality on the grassland.

The Ming army focused on conquering the Tatar tribe on the east side of the Great Wall, while adopting a policy of appeasement and relaxation against the Oala tribe on the west side of the Great Wall.

It is precisely because of this strategic emphasis that the imperial court did not cut off communication with the Wala tribe.Even, at certain times, the imperial court would call Mengge Timur, the current leader of the Oara tribe, King Oara to show his importance and friendship.

only……

Perhaps it was precisely because of the continuous conquest of the Tatar tribe and the appeasement of the Wara tribe during the Hongwu period that Daming planted a big bad fruit in the near future, and even caused Daming to have to repay for countless years in the future. But in the end, because he couldn't repay the debt, he had to suffer the great consequences of ruining the country and destroying the family.

And the Choros Mahamu who beat up Fan Chong today will also bring that heavy blow to Daming in the future.

In other words, it was Mahamu's grandson who delivered that heavy blow to Daming with his grandfather's behest.

Now he has not yet become the leader of the Wara tribe, but Mahamu, who is only an envoy under the tenure of the Wara king Mengge Timur, has come to Yingtian City.

The frown that was originally hanging tightly on Zhu Yunxi's forehead finally gradually relaxed.

He even let out a chuckle, and shouted out of the carriage: "Drive faster."

He couldn't wait to meet the person who brought Daming that catastrophe in person.

Zou Xueyu, the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, is also impatient now, like ants on a frying pan, anxious to turn around.

He couldn't wait to throw these two big hot potatoes in front of him out of his Ying Tian Mansion, he could throw them anywhere, as long as they were not on his own territory, and he didn't delay digging a hole.

However, this side is appeasement by the imperial court, trying to jointly conquer the envoys of the Oala tribe on the east side of the Great Wall.The other party is blue-eyed and red-haired, but keeps claiming that he is the imperial court official of the Ming Dynasty, and is also the Oujian envoy who pulls out the official certificate issued by the official department in a serious manner.

It's okay to offend anyone, if you don't handle it well, you will have to bear a big blame.

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For a moment, Zou Xueyu wanted to abandon these two people, and ran to Wenyuan Pavilion to find his husband and seniors and cry about his difficulty.

"Two! Two!" Zou Xueyu said with a hoarse voice, and directed at Mahamu and Fan Chong who were nailed to the pier and refused to leave no matter what: "The two are just because of a little A misunderstanding has caused a conflict, and there are many people in this place, so I'd better go to the Sifang Hall prepared by the Ministry of Rites to rest, and then say that this matter is feasible?"

As long as people go to the Sifang Pavilion, they don't care about their Yingtianfu affairs.

The hot potato can also be thrown out.

No matter how the imperial court handles it, it has nothing to do with Ying Tianfu.

But Zou Xueyu's persuasion did not reach the ears of both sides.

On Longwan Wharf, two gangs completely different from the Ming people, each enthusiastically expressed their blessings to each other in words that no one of the three parties could understand.

Even the guards brought by the two sides have begun to erect their own weapons, as if they want to give each other a gift to show their friendship.

It's just that neither side seems willing to accept the gift.

There was absolutely no room for the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture to intervene.

Ying Tianfu's fellow magistrate stood beside the magistrate with a tense expression on his face, always on guard against the enthusiastic people from both sides, who would have physical contact because of their high enthusiasm, so that he could immediately pull the magistrate away.

"Prefect, don't be in a hurry, at least not for now..." Tongzhi Ying Tianfu stared at the two men and horses ahead vigilantly, and kept looking back at the Wai Jinchuan Gate behind him.

Zou Xueyu turned back and grabbed the arm of the acquaintance: "Have you notified those yamen?"

Tong Zhi hurriedly replied: "The Ministry of Rites, the Ministry of Officials, Sifangguan, Bingma Division, Honghe Temple, Jinyiwei, Pedestrian Division, and Tongzheng Division have all sent people to notify."

"Why is there still something about Jin Yiwei?"

Zou Xueyu frowned, somewhat puzzled.

Tongzhi chuckled, moved his footsteps to close the distance with the magistrate, and said in a low voice: "Jinyiwei North Town Fusi Town Fushi Sun Cheng, originally went out from the side of His Highness Taisun. Jinyiwei knew about this, His Highness naturally I will also know. The official feels that the incident at the pier today will eventually be sent to His Highness layer by layer, so why not let His Highness know as soon as possible."

The water channel connecting Xuanwu Lake outside the Shangyuan Gate is still being excavated. This is Ying Tianfu's biggest political task this year.

In addition to digging pits or digging pits.

Not only Zou Xueyu wanted to throw out the two hot potatoes in front of him earlier, but also everyone present in the magistrate's yamen who didn't want to get rid of this muddled matter sooner.

On the already increasingly busy Longwan Wharf, because of the scolding between the two groups of Mahamu and Fan Chong, countless good-natured crowds have long been attracted.

Few Ming people know foreign languages.

Just when Zou Xueyu was burning with anxiety, there was a burst of shouting from the crowd.

"Use our bright words!"

"Speak the official language!"

"You can't scold, we will teach you, scold his mother Xipi!"

"..."

These good-for-nothings, who couldn't enjoy watching the excitement, even started to encourage the Wala people and foreigners to scold each other in Ming Dynasty official dialect, and even taught them how to scold.

Blood rushed to Zou Xueyu's head for a moment, and his eyes glared at the past, trying to find out which bastard Xipi was.

but.

Whether it is a Wala or a foreigner, today they all listen to persuasion.

After a short pause, the enthusiastic Wala people and foreigners immediately switched to another style.

"Mere Europeans, dare to fight us!"

"You Wala people are nothing but lost dogs who were chased away by me, Daming!"

"Hey! Believe it or not, I'm the Wala cavalry, and set foot on your land of Europa again?"

"Come here if you have the ability! Since the death of Borjijin Temujin, your Mongols' horseshoes have already softened. My Ming Dynasty now rules the Central Plains, and you gang of soft-footed horses are homeless dogs. Come to my Ming Dynasty today , Are you going to kneel down with me, His Majesty the Ming Emperor, to beg for a living?"

"Wow! Little Hongyi, draw your sword!"

"Do you dare to kill the officials of Daming?"

Bass mist.

Finally, Mahamu pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and glared at Fan Chong, who thought he was really a wise person and uttered wild words.

During the period from the original conflict to the discovery by the officers and soldiers on the pier, they blocked it.

Fan Chong, who was still intact, had all his hair in a mess, a big black circle on his left eye, and a small wound at the corner of his mouth. After wiping off the blood, he left a light blood stain on his face.

And the fly-green official robe he brought with him as an eighth-rank European inspection envoy was also stained.

His face was blue and purple, and his body was black and gray.

However, facing Mahamu who showed his scimitar, Fan Chong, a barbarian businessman, was not afraid at all.

I don't know where he got the courage, but he stretched his neck in disregard of the dissuasion of the guards around him, stepped forward two steps, and used his shoulder to hold the tip of the knife drawn by Mahamu.

Fan Chong's face was ferocious, with a trace of madness: "If you have the guts, you will stab in!"

Mahamu was stunned, he never imagined that Hong Yi, who was always pulling on the skin of Daming tiger, would have the courage to stand alone under the tip of his knife.

Fan Chong was becoming more and more crazy at the moment, his eyes were bloodshot and red due to excitement, and there were streaks of bloodshot dissatisfaction.

Under Mahamu's gaze, he raised his footsteps again.

He slowly raised his foot, and then slowly lowered it, landing silently.

However, under the tip of the knife on his shoulder, a piece of his clothes was already sunk.

Killing is the easiest thing.

Mahamu couldn't remember exactly how many people died under the machete in his hand since he was able to climb on the horseback alone.

As long as he used a little force and stretched out the scimitar in his hand, the damn Hong Yi in front of him would die on the spot.

However, Mahamu did not dare to extend the scimitar to the last three inches.

blah blah blah.

Under the Wai Jinchuan Gate, the cold sound of horseshoes sounded in the city gate, echoing in the city gate.

Grind.

crunch.

A carriage, pulled by the horses, drove out of the city gate leisurely.

Zou Xueyu's eyes lit up, and the small flag on the carriage clearly indicated that it was the frame of the emperor's grandson.

However, before Zou Xueyu stepped forward to greet the savior he could not wait to arrive.

A sound of fabric being torn has reached his ears.

Then, a figure passed Zou Xueyu's eyes, rushed out, and rushed to the front of the carriage.

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness, you are finally here!"

"Your Highness, you want to make decisions for this humble official! Some people want to assassinate our officials of Ming Dynasty so boldly!"

"woo woo woo woo……"

Even though the pier was overcrowded and onlookers crowded the scene, under the watchful eyes of hundreds of people, Fan Chong, who specially changed into the fly-green official robe before going ashore, still knelt in front of the carriage in a distressed appearance.

On his chest and shoulders, the fly-green official robe was completely cut open by the tip of Mahamu's machete, revealing the skin inside and a shallow bloodstain.

Fan Chong knelt on the ground and kept howling.

"Your Highness, please be the master of the minister!"

"Your Highness, if you come later, you won't be able to see the minister..."

This damn Hongyi people!
Mahamu, who put away the scimitar, really wanted to draw the knife again at this moment, and kill the damned Hongyi people.

Zhu Yunxi walked out of the carriage with a smile on his face, but his face became indifferent after straightening up.

He just glanced lightly at the pier.

"My lord, Zou Xueyu, the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, has a meeting with His Royal Highness, the Empress Dowager."

"Chen and others see His Royal Highness the Grandson."

"The grassroots see His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun."

Zou Xueyu was the first to kneel down to see him.

It didn't have to be, but he did it.

The people on the pier, following the magistrate, knelt down in the blink of an eye.

Even the Europeans brought by Fan Chong knelt on the ground one by one.

In an instant, on the entire pier, apart from the people who followed Zhu Yunxi, only the Oirats with scimitars were still standing.

Fan Chong was still lying on the ground, sobbing in a low voice.

It's just that he still has time to turn his head quietly and glance at the stupid Wala behind him.

Zhu Yunxi first glanced at Zou Xueyu who was kneeling on the ground.

This guy is worthy of a background in Xinxue, and he looks like those bastards, as slutty as he is.

Afterwards, he looked indifferently at Mahamu who was standing there.

"Why didn't Taiping and Batu Polo come? Gu also wants to see them."

Mahamu, who originally wanted to wait for the Ming people to stand up, felt a jump in his heart.

puff.

The young adult wolf on the prairie finally knelt down on the ground with his proud head underneath.

"Oirat envoy Chuoros Mahamu, see His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun of the Ming Dynasty."

"Huh!"

Under everyone's gaze, Zhu Yunxi made a strange voice, and then said: "Gu thought that in 30 to [-] years, you Yuan people would have forgotten the gift of the Central Plains."

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