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

Chapter 194 Fourth Master: Di'er, you are the real one
The cold wind blew through my body like a knife. Zhu Di made himself a set of prairie leather jackets and boots. He looked like a prairie boy when he put them on.

Recently, he has been walking around the streets and alleys of Yingchang City, looking for information, usually with his fists. The local gangsters heard that a ruthless gangster was coming, and they arranged to fight today, so Zhu Di came alone.

Find a wild lake and let's get started.

Zhu Di looked at the lake in front of him and remembered what his master often said about Lao Pao'er. He would be an Lao Pao'er today. Dozens of teenagers on the grassland opposite saw him coming alone. The leader, a fat man, clasped his fists and said, "Boy, you are quite talented. Which family do you belong to?"

"Which family do you belong to?" Zhu Di asked.

"My name is Yesudie'er, and I am my ancestor Alibu." The fat man said arrogantly.

As a prince, Zhu Di had read the history books of the Yuan Dynasty in Dabentang and knew that Brother Ali was the son of Tuo Lei and the younger brother of Kublai Khan. After Meng Ge died that year, Ali Buge and Kublai Khan failed in their fight for the throne. Later, their clan declined, but they were still the nobles of the grasslands.

"My dear, I am Zhu Silang." Zhu Di's tone became even more arrogant.

"Turns out he is a Han, boy. I heard that you are bold and bold. Today I will teach you the rules of the grassland." Yesudie'er clenched his fists and looked sharply.

"Are the rules of the prairie such that whoever has the bigger fist will listen to whoever has it?" Zhu Di raised his eyebrows, "I will smash you all by myself, do you just listen to me?"

Bang bang...ahhh...bang...biaji...

A moment later, Li Lianhua walked out of the mansion with a smile on her face and greeted warmly: "Brother Tang, you are finally here. I am looking forward to it."

That calligraphy is exactly the poem by Tang Bohu written by Fourth Master Zhu yesterday.

Fourth Master Zhu responded with a warm smile and responded humbly: "Excuse me."

Xie Sijian raised his eyes and his eyes fell on Fourth Master Zhu. He looked up and down and then said with a smile: "Your calligraphy and poems are both good. In this way, you can become a clerk in my mansion from now on."

"What kind of help?" Yesudier asked.

"You have a very loud tone." Yesudier waved his hand, "If you can knock down dozens of us by yourself, I will kneel down and ride on you."

In front of the Prime Minister's residence on the right, Zhu Siye, wearing Tang Bohu's vest, looks like a young master from an aristocratic family, with a dashing demeanor.

After a little observation, Fourth Master Zhu knew that this Xie Sijian must be in love with the Central Plains culture, so he was dressed in Central Plains clothes. His son just took the Chinese name Li Lianhua.

……

A sneer appeared at the corner of Zhu Di's lips, he raised his fist and rushed over.

In less than a quarter of an hour, dozens of grassland rogues were knocked down, lying on the ground with bruises and swollen faces, screaming. Yesudie'er looked at Zhu Di with horror on his face.

Under the guidance of Li Lianhua, Fourth Master Zhu walked into a study deep in the mansion. He noticed a middle-aged man wearing Central Plains Confucian clothes sitting in the study, concentrating on admiring a calligraphy and painting.

He cupped his fists and saluted the guard at the door, and said in a gentle voice: "Please inform your master that Tang Bohu is here to visit."

Fourth Master Zhu pretended to be overjoyed: "Thank you, Prime Minister."

"Zhaotian Gang!" Zhu Di waved proudly.

Fourth Master Zhu touched his face and secretly praised in his heart. Since practicing the Confucian sage's mental method, people have become younger. Then he dyed his silver hair black. This is a radical change. Who can still see me? An old man?

Xie Sijian waved his hand: "If anything happens, I will call you. You and the child have the same spirit, so you can teach him some Central Plains poetry and calligraphy."

When the guard saw this, he immediately realized that this young master was unusual and did not dare to neglect him, so he hurried into the mansion to report.

"Come, let me ride as a horse for you." Zhu Di said proudly, "From today on, you all listen to me, and I will be your gang leader."

"Dad, Tang Bohu is here." Li Lianhua bowed.

Fourth Master Zhu bowed again: "I obey."

The supervisor suddenly remembered something and said to Mr. Zhu: "I need a poem. The poem should express that I actually have no intention of officialdom, and it should be free and easy."

Fourth Master Zhu thought for a moment, then walked to the desk and wrote:
If you don’t refine elixirs and don’t meditate, you will eat when you are hungry and sleep when you are tired.

In his career, he is both a painter and a poet, tracing lace and willow edges.

In the mirror, the two bodies are growing old together. In front of the lamp, the moon is round.

Thousands of happiness, thousands of drunkenness, idle people in the world and immortals on earth.

"Okay, okay, great." Supervisor Xia Si praised, "It's a reward. Come on, give Tang Bohu fifty gold."

"Thank you, Prime Minister." Mr. Zhu clasped his fists.

Xia Sijian explained a few more words and let him go out. Fourth Master Zhu was secretly happy. He would be able to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion every day from now on, which would be convenient if he wanted to check some things.

The reason why he hasn't gone to find Zhao Xuanzhen is because he feels that Zhao Xuanzhen must have a plot against him, and he wants to find out. What's more, he wants to find the person who stuck the needle in his brain.

If nothing was found, he would stab Si Jian, and the Prime Minister You would be killed, which would definitely cause chaos in the Northern Yuan Dynasty. Xia Si Jian is a disciple of Empress Qi, so Empress Qi must suspect that the emperor or the eldest princess did it.

Why, mess up the Northern Yuan Dynasty and the opposition.

……dusk.

Fourth Master Zhu came out of the Prime Minister's Mansion and returned to the inn. When he entered the door, he saw Zhu Di, wearing a prairie leather jacket and leather boots, rummaging through boxes with his butt stuck out.

"What are you doing?" He glared.

"Master, where is your gold?" Zhu Di looked excited, "I founded the Zhatian Gang in Yingchang City today. I need gold to win over people's hearts. Didn't you say so? Use your fists to subdue him first. Then use gold to conquer his heart."

"You can teach me." Mr. Zhu laughed.

He took out a bag of gold and threw it to Zhu Di and asked: "In addition to the people from the Central Plains, you need to conquer some people from the grasslands, especially the nobles."

Zhu Di took the gold and was very proud: "My lord, I have conquered a big noble today. My name is Yesudier, and he is a descendant of Brother Alibu."

puff!
Fourth Master Zhu spurted out a mouthful of tea. Having read "History of the Ming Dynasty", of course he knew about Yesu Die'er, who killed the last emperor of the Northern Yuan Dynasty, Tuogu Si Timur, and took away the seal. The Northern Yuan Dynasty was declared completely destroyed. After that, the grassland fell into a melee among various tribes. Among them, the Oara tribe and the Tatar tribe were the strongest, and they took turns invading the Ming Dynasty.

"How old is Yesudier?" Fourth Master Zhu asked.

"He looks about the same as me, stronger than me, but he doesn't need to be beaten." Zhu Di spread his hands.

"Beat him! Defeat him completely and make him kneel down in fear when he sees you in the future." Fourth Master Zhu said.

"Uh, do you need to be so cruel?" Zhu Di held his forehead.

"I'm telling you, this kid will be the tyrant of the grassland in the future. If you subdue him, he won't dare to mess with Ming Dynasty in the future." Fourth Master Zhu gave him a sideways look.

Zhu Di looked disdainful: "He is so bear-like, but he is still a tyrant in the grassland? I will beat him until he kneels and calls him daddy."

Fourth Master Zhu: "!!!"

I wonder if bringing Zhu Di to Yingchang City this time will cause any butterfly effect. However, Di'er, you are the real one, and grandpa will help you.

……

The wind was blowing coldly, and it seemed like it was going to snow.

The eldest princess's mansion is paved with floor dragons, and the palace is very warm.

Zhao Xuanzhen had finished reading the book in her hand. She pinched her eyebrows lightly, her tired look hard to hide. At this time, the maid came to report softly: "The right Prime Minister is asking for an audience."

She frowned slightly when she heard the words, and thought to herself, Xisi Jian was Empress Qi's confidant, what was the purpose of coming here? But she could only use soldiers to cover up the water and earth. She lightly opened her red lips and said lightly: "Please."

After a while, Xia Si Jian slowly walked up to the palace and bowed deeply to Zhao Xuanzhen: "See you, Your Highness."

Zhao Xuanzhen raised her hand to signal him to stand up, with a polite smile on her lips: "Prime Minister, please get up. You are a rare guest. If you come, I will give you a seat and serve you tea."

The maids filed in and served tea. Supervisor Xia Si took a sip of tea, said some insignificant remarks, and then sighed and said: "Your Highness, there is a difficult matter that requires your help."

Zhao Xuanzhen pretended to be surprised: "What can trouble you, Prime Minister?"

Xia Si Jian paused for a moment, then said with a tangled look on his face: "Recently, the Korean envoys came, and they want to ask the Queen to send troops to help the Prime Minister of Korea. At this time, how can we have extra troops to take care of this matter?"

Zhao Xuanzhen had known about this for a long time and was worried. Now that Xie Sijian took the initiative, it seemed that he, the prime minister, was still towards Dayuan and had a public spirit.

She remained calm on her face, and tried with a slight smile: "I will inform Your Majesty on this matter. But since the Prime Minister is here to discuss it, he must have a good plan in mind?"

Xie Si Jian said bluntly: "As long as His Majesty decrees to reject Goryeo's request, I will find a way to explain to the Queen and the Crown Prince."

"Good!" Zhao Xuanzhen praised, "It's a blessing that Dayuan has you as prime minister."

"I just did my duty." Xia Sijian sighed again, "To be honest with Your Highness, I have long wanted to go into seclusion. I am getting old and want to find a place to study hard and spend my remaining days."

Zhao Xuanzhen seemed to be smiling, but almost said, "I believe you, you are a very bad old man." Xia Si Jian took out the scroll and handed it to him and said, "This is a poem I got by chance recently, and I would like to dedicate it to His Highness."

The maid took it and brought it to Zhao Xuanzhen. Xisi Jian bowed again and said, "Then I will resign."

Xia Sijian exited the hall. Zhao Xuanzhen looked at his back, frowned slightly, and then opened the scroll in front of her, which was a poem. The moment she saw the poem, she stood up suddenly.

The characters on it were too familiar to her. Aren't these the characters of Fourth Master Zhu? She looked at the signature at the back of the poem: Tang Bohu.

She immediately waved her hand: "Come here, go and check, who is this Tang Bohu? What is his relationship with the Prime Minister?"

After searching for a long time, I still couldn't find Fourth Master Zhu. Could it be that Fourth Master Zhu used the pseudonym Tang Bohu? But why did Fourth Master Zhu come to the Prime Minister's house? And wrote such a poem?

Zhao Xuanzhen was confused and read the poem carefully again. She concluded in her heart that it was written by Fourth Master Zhu. She frowned and cursed in her mind, Fourth Master, you bastard, you have already come to Yingchang City, and you don't come to me, are you going to cause trouble again?
"The bodies in the mirror are growing old together, and the couple in front of the lamp have the same full moon. They are happy and drunk, and the idle people in the world are immortals." She read two lines from the poem, and snorted coldly, "Old man, who are you sharing? old?"

At this time, Fourth Master Zhu, who was about to go to Wanhua Tower, sneezed continuously: "Ci'ao, which bastard is scolding me?"

He went to an appointment, and Li Lianhua had a plan here.

(End of this chapter)