Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 154 Fourth Master Zhu: Go to Fengyang! Looking for an unfilial son
The atmosphere in the hall was solemn.

Chi Laowen's mutilated body was pieced together and lay quietly on the ground. Wu Yu led Zhebie, Du Wang and Ao Gu slowly to the corpse and bowed deeply.

Poison King's purple face looked even more sinister at this moment. He gritted his teeth and said, "I must avenge Chi Lao Wen! Who is that double swordsman?"

Zhebie held his long bow tightly, his eyes revealing anger and sadness that could not be concealed. Chi Laowen is one of their thirteen wings. Although they usually quarrel constantly, their feelings for each other are extremely deep. Now that Chi Laowen was brutally murdered, the fire of revenge in their hearts was burning.

Ao Gu looked puzzled and said: "Double Swordsman, I know a person, but he is already dead."

"Who?" Poison King asked impatiently.

"Zhao Que, the number one master in the green forest back then, was famous for his two eight-foot-long swords." Ao Gu frowned, "However, he has been killed by Fourth Master Zhu."

"Hmph, this black-robed double-swordsman, could it be Fourth Master Zhu who is playing tricks? In fact, it's him!" Wu Yu snorted coldly.

Ao Gu nodded in agreement: "It's very possible! Fourth Master Zhu has always been cunning and likes to play conspiracies. He was the one who crippled the four major dark forces in the capital back then."

When the Poison King heard this, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart and turned around to rush out: "I'm going to kill him right now!"

Only then did Zhu Di stop and shrugged towards Zhu Yuanzhang: "Father, let me loosen your muscles and bones for Third Brother. Third Brother, do you feel comfortable?"

"Of course I'll take it with me." Fourth Master Zhu chuckled.

Zhu Di didn't hold back at all. He raised his fist and hit, and while hitting, he cursed: "Are you stupid? My grandma is your grandma too! Third child, you can't study, and you can't fight either."

Hearing this, Fourth Master Zhu put down the sword in his hand, walked to the tea seat, picked up the teapot and took a sip to relieve the fatigue caused by sword practice.

"You're gone, what will happen to Zhao Xuanzhen?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile.

"You are looking for a fight. I will help you." Zhu Di rolled up his sleeves and rushed forward.

The so-called breaking the situation by killing means not caring about the disguises. The reason why they are dressed in black robes today is because the other party is a mission after all, and they don't want the court to be used as a leverage during the negotiations.

"By the way, I will go to Fengyang in three days." Fourth Master Zhu spread his hands, "You can take care of this yard then."

Wu Yu glanced at the people present with a solemn expression: "So, we must proceed with caution. Don't forget our purpose this time, everything else is unimportant."

The Ministry of Rites reported that Bei Yuan deliberately delayed the exchange of prisoners, so let's do something even more ruthless and ask Fourth Master Zhu to take Zhao Xuanzhen to Fengyang. It depends on whether Bei Yuan is in a hurry.

The next day, the Royal Palace Racecourse.

"Stop!" Zhu Yuanzhang came hurriedly and shouted loudly.

Zhu Fan snorted lightly, with a look of disdain on his face: "Jiujiang only has so much potential, and he went to wander the streets."

"No! His death will not be forgotten like this." A cold light flashed in Wu Yu's eyes, "When our mission is completed, we can let go of our hands and feet to kill. Poison King, with your ability, we will definitely We can make half of the people in the capital be buried with Chi Laowen!"

"Yes." Fourth Master Zhu nodded carelessly, but when his eyes glanced at the two knives again, a glimmer of light flashed. He recalled: "When I killed Zhao Que that time, I saw him dragging two swords and he was very domineering. I imitated him this time, which can be regarded as a tribute to him. Zhao Que is indeed a very good swordsman. A master of polite manners.”

The deep night shrouded the small courtyard beside the Qinhuai River, and the breeze of late summer and early autumn brought a touch of coolness.

Zhu Di ignored him and waited until he was satisfied with the beating.

"Fourth brother, I said the same thing to my face, you are just street kids." Zhu Fan frowned.

Li Jinglong quickly shouted: "Gang leader, your father is here."

"Stop!" Wu Yu shouted coldly, causing the Poison King to stop abruptly. She said in a deep voice, "Don't act rashly! Purple Mountain was suddenly blocked by the Ming Dynasty's troops today. I wonder if they noticed something. .”

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned slightly and said: "There are only a few masters of swordsmanship. Those people in Beiyuan will soon suspect you."

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes inadvertently glanced at the two eight-foot-long knives placed at the door of the room, and asked curiously: "Fourth Master, are you the one who killed Chi Laowen with those two knives?"

Zhu Fan was also very stubborn: "I respect your grandma!"

At this moment, Zhu Di and I happened to be walking over. Both of them were walking like they didn't recognize each other, and they were shaking their legs.

"What have you been doing in Jiujiang recently?" Chang Mao asked.

An imperceptible smile appeared on the corner of Zhu Yuanzhang's mouth.

The one who was beaten was naturally Zhu Fan, who was pushed to the ground and rubbed by Zhu Di: "Lao San, do you accept it?"

"Third brother, you also know how to talk about people behind their backs." Zhu Di looked at Zhu Fan with contempt.

The Li Jiujiang they refer to is Li Jinglong, the son of Li Wenzhong.

……

He was getting addicted to beating him when Zhu Yuanzhang and the generals came over.

Zhu Yuanzhang, who had finished practicing boxing on the side, came over and shouted: "Fourth Master, take a rest."

There were lanterns hanging in the yard, and Fourth Master Zhu was practicing his sword attentively, slashing straight and horizontally. Each sword shot out of the air, accompanied by bursts of explosions. The man and the sword merged into one, exuding a sharp and threatening sword energy.

Zhebie also nodded in agreement: "I feel the same way. I always feel like someone is following me secretly."

Poison King's eyes narrowed like poisonous snakes, and a sinister sneer appeared on his face, as if he had seen the moment of revenge.

"Huh, I'm waiting for them to come." Fourth Master Zhu sneered, with a look of disdain on his face.

When everyone saw this, they stepped forward to stop him, but Zhu Di was as unstoppable as an angry lion.

……

Zhu Xi and Zhu Fan were riding horses, and there were also several sons of famous generals, such as Chang Yuchun's two sons Chang Mao and Chang Sheng, Tang He's son Tang Ding, Xu Da's son Xu Yungong, etc.

The Poison King stared anxiously: "Is this how Chi Laowen will die in vain?"

"Since joining the Xuanwu Academy, he has joined the Fourth Prince's Zhatian Gang." Tang Ding spread his hands, "He won't let us play with him now."

As he spoke, he patted Zhu Fan, who had a bruised nose and swollen face. Zhu Fan gritted his teeth and waved: "It feels good! Thank you, fourth child."

The two brothers got up and looked in love with each other.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled secretly in his heart.

He was satisfied with both sons. The fourth son was capable, and although the third son was beaten, he was quite manly and endured it without complaining.

……

Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes fell on Zhu Di: "Boy, you are very arrogant."

Zhu Di spread his hands: "Father, do you need me to relax your muscles and bones?"

This was what Zhu Yuanzhang was waiting for. He had made rapid progress in his killing boxing recently, and just as he was trying to regain his face, he snorted: "Okay, I will teach you today."

Everyone around was confused. What, are the father and son going to fight?

They didn't know that the father and son often fought in the courtyard of Qinhuai River. "Father, if you lose, you can't complain to your mother." Zhu Di waved his fist.

"Only the weak complain." Zhu Yuanzhang also clenched his fists, "I will rub you on the ground today."

Before he finished speaking, the father and son had already made a move.

As the figures intertwined, the fist wind roared, and the sharp fist energy spread instantly, causing dust to fly around.

Both of them were using the same punches, and their speed was getting faster and faster. Those watching the fight could only see countless fist shadows intertwining and colliding in the air, making bursts of sound.

"When did His Majesty's boxing skills become so powerful?" Li Wenzhong couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Don't you know? Your Majesty has been practicing hard at least three times a day recently." Feng Sheng explained while staring at the battle on the field.

"Oh, these father and son are really serious." Li Wenzhong sighed with his forehead, a little worried that something would happen.

"Although the Fourth Prince is young, he has been practicing this boxing technique for longer than His Majesty. His unwillingness to admit defeat shows that like father, like son." Feng Sheng praised.

boom!
On the field, the father and son collided again and punched each other, and both took a few steps back. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Zhu Di's mouth, but he stubbornly wiped away the blood and prepared to continue fighting.

Upon seeing this, Li Wenzhong and Feng Sheng stepped forward to stop him: "Stop fighting, stop fighting."

However, Zhu Di struggled to break free from their shackles: "Don't stop me, the winner hasn't been decided yet!"

Zhu Yuanzhang also waved his hand to signal them not to stop him: "Don't stop us, I haven't rubbed him on the ground yet!"

Li Wenzhong and Feng Sheng looked at each other, and had no choice but to pull Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, determined not to let them continue fighting. Others also came forward to help break up the fight.

"Let me go!" Zhu Di struggled and shouted.

"Let us go!" Zhu Yuanzhang also shouted angrily and tried to break free.

Both of them were unconvinced and wanted to continue the competition.

At this moment, a clear voice came: "Let them go and let them fight!"

Everyone looked back and saw Empress Ma walking over menacingly, and everyone immediately paid homage to Empress Ma. Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di are still in a confrontation.

"Fourth, have you grown up? Are you going to fight your father?" Queen Ma scolded angrily.

Zhu Di then lowered his head and protested in a low voice: "My father is competing with me. Besides, as a man, if you get hurt, you are considered a loser."

Queen Ma was furious, turned to look at Zhu Yuanzhang and shouted angrily: "Your Majesty, you are so capable, you even beat your own son?"

Zhu Yuanzhang spread his hands: "We still have to put him on the ground and rub him! Sister, it's okay. As a man, it's okay to be injured a little."

Queen Ma: "!!!"

She was so angry that she glared at the father and son fiercely, turned and left.

Zhu Yuanzhang glared at Zhu Di: "Why are you back today?"

Zhu Di rolled his eyes: "Isn't my eldest brother the prince going to Fengyang? I came back to say goodbye."

……

Although it is almost autumn, the high temperature still persists, and the air is filled with the lingering heat wave of summer.

In the Huitong Pavilion, Wu Yu, who was wearing a long purple gauze dress, was lying lazily on the mat in the corridor. Her black hair was scattered randomly like a waterfall, and her black hair made her skin whiter and more moist.

The cool breeze blew up, blowing up her long skirt, making her look happy.

"Queen of Witches." Aogu walked over quickly and reported in a low voice, "The exact news has arrived. In three days, Prince Zhu Biao will go to Fengyang to worship his ancestors."

Wu Yu sat up after hearing this, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "God is really helping me! I only have one last critical step left, which is to wait for the opportunity for Zhu Biao to leave the palace."

Ao Gu sneered: "Humph, I'm afraid the Ming Dynasty never dreamed that our target is not Zhu Yuanzhang, but his prince Zhu Biao."

A sneer appeared at the corner of Wu Yu's lips: "As long as I complete this last step, the Ming Dynasty may not be able to perish. By then, the world will still belong to us, the Yuan Dynasty."

Ao Gu also felt excited after hearing this, as if she had seen a scene of victory in the future.

The goal of this mission to Beijing has always been Zhu Biao. They were not trying to take his life, but they were trying to change the dragon energy in him. Zhu Biao was blessed with great luck, and it was almost impossible to assassinate him.

However, Wu Yu has practiced for hundreds of years and has the ability to change dragon energy. Although this ability is useless to the emperor who has already established himself in the world, it can be useful to the prince who has not yet ascended the throne.

"Witch Queen, do you need my help?" Ao Gu asked.

"No, you still need to continue to lurk in the capital, and it is not appropriate to be exposed." Wu Yu said in a deep voice, "I will take Zhebie and King Du, that's enough."

She seemed impatient to wait and eager to give it a try.

……

The mountain behind the academy.

Zhao Xuanzhen was wearing a simple and elegant dress, standing quietly in the corridor. Her slender waist was gently restrained by thin belts, making her look even more graceful. At the same time, the curves of the upper body are also perfectly outlined, exuding an intoxicating charm.

Fourth Master Zhu hugged her from behind, buried his head in her white neck, took a deep breath, and nibbled at her. Zhao Xuanzhen hummed twice, her eyes slowly closed in confusion, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

"In three days, come with me to Fengyang." Fourth Master Zhu said gently while holding her in his arms, "I will take you to visit the mountains and rivers and enjoy the beautiful scenery there."

"Going to Fengyang?" Zhao Xuanzhen leaned into his arms somewhat unexpectedly and looked up at him.

"Just think of it as a relaxing trip." Fourth Master Zhu said with a smile and kissed her deeply again.

Zhao Xuanzhen nodded gently, her fair arms hugging his neck tightly, her face flushed.

After a while, the two finally stopped kissing. Zhao Xuanzhen snuggled into Fourth Master Zhu's arms and asked softly: "Are you from Fengyang?"

Fourth Master Zhu sighed softly: "Actually, I don't know if I am from Fengyang, but I am indeed buried somewhere in Fengyang."

After hearing this, Zhao Xuanzhen couldn't help feeling a little confused: "?"

Fourth Master Zhu smiled: "You don't believe it, I climbed out of the tomb, and I don't know any unfilial son who buried me alive. This time I return to Fengyang, if I can find the unfilial son, I will cripple him first, and then Sever the relationship between father and son.”

Zhao Xuanzhen hugged him tightly, pursed her red lips, and sighed quietly: "I definitely didn't mean to bury you alive. In those days, death might be better than death."

"Isn't that the sin of your family?" Mr. Zhu glared, "Your family is just a small family, and you really haven't produced a decent emperor. Only Kublai Khan is okay."

Zhao Xuanzhen glanced at him with a sharp look, revealing the mature and cold charm of a royal sister.

"Don't tell me, I still have some expectations." Fourth Master Zhu sighed, "I don't know, I still have family in this world."

Zhao Xuanzhen's eyes drooped slightly, and a complex look flashed in them.

(End of this chapter)