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

Chapter 222 The Fourth Master is the Supreme Emperor! Huaixi Xungui is numb

In the hinterland of the grassland, there is a majestic city standing majestically, named Harahe Forest.

Looking at its terrain, Tian Ce Huan Huan controlled the key points of the upper reaches; the tranquility of the side court was an advantage for the Jin vassal. The rivers and mountains linger like a belt, connecting the beauty of mid-summer; the wind and snow, the flood and chaos, guard the majesty of the north tower.

A hundred years ago, Wokuotai, the second generation of the Mongol Empire's Great Khan, established his capital here. At that time, Halakhalin was the heart of the world and was powerful in all directions. From Vienna on the banks of the Danube to Bianliang on the banks of the Yellow River; from the frigid Russian steppes in the north to the scorching sun in the deserts of the Arabian Peninsula, most of the Eurasian continent has succumbed to its power.

As a result, missionaries from the Roman Pope, envoys from the Southern Song Dynasty court, camel and horse teams from Persian merchants, and tribute envoys from the Kingdom of Goryeo came in droves and gathered here. Buddhist temples, mosques, Christian churches and other religious cultures are all eclectic here. The Great Khan's edict was issued and quickly spread to the Mongol armies around the world.

Later, after Kublai Khan unified the Central Plains and moved the capital to Dadu, the once prosperous city of Helin gradually fell into silence. However, now, the Emperor of Dayuan has returned again, but he has returned to his homeland in embarrassment while fleeing in a panic.

In front of the Wan'an Palace in the city, Zhao Xuanzhen stood quietly. She seemed to be able to see through the dust of the years the splendor and glory of the Yuan Empire a hundred years ago. In just a hundred years, Dayuan had declined to this point, which filled her heart with unwillingness and resentment. She longed to revive the Mongol Empire and restore its former glory.

"Auntie, please rest peacefully in this palace." Emperor Yuan said softly, his tone revealing respect and care for his elders.

Zhao Xuanzhen glanced at him coldly and said in a deep voice: "You must remember that this is the starting point of our Great Yuan glory. The four great khans, Genghis Khan, Ogodai, Guyuk, and Mengge, were all here. Strategize and conquer thousands of miles. Although we have suffered setbacks now, our ancestors and the Immortal God will always protect us."

"I will definitely keep it in my heart!" Emperor Yuan responded with an excited expression.

"This is the high priest of the Golden Horde." Zha Bazhuang introduced, "She was the one who saved me. Otherwise, the injured me would not have been able to defeat that Zhang Xuansu."

……

A woman holding a staff came to the temple. Her eyes were elegant and cold, her features were cold and delicate, her hair was as silver as snow, and her slender figure, set off by a long skirt, made her look like a fairy.

"By the way, bring someone to the eldest princess. She will protect the eldest princess in the future." Zha Ba Zhuang shouted towards the outside, "High Priest, come in."

With the support of the palace maid, Zhao Xuanzhen slowly walked into Wan'an Palace. This was originally the residence of the emperor, but she moved in as the eldest princess, and no one dared to raise any objection.

"Your Highness, Princess." The high priest nodded slightly, his tone cold.

At this time, Emperor Yuan was in his palace.

A cold light flashed in Zabazhuang's eyes, and he replied in a deep voice: "He is dead! He should have been killed by Fourth Master Zhu."

Zhao Xuanzhen gently stroked her bulging belly and said softly: "No need, I have my true energy to protect my body, and the fetus will be fine."

"If I had known, I would have broken his neck back then!" Zha Bazhuang's eyes were filled with murderous intent. "It was his resurrection that started all this."

"Your Highness, you have been working hard all the way, so you should take a good rest. I will ask the imperial doctor to diagnose your pulse." The palace maid said with concern.

"Thank you, High Priest." Zhao Xuanzhen's beautiful eyes scanned slightly, "I will trouble the High Priest from now on."

"What?" Zhao Xuanzhen exclaimed, staggering. Fortunately, the palace maid's quick eyesight and hands caught her in time, preventing her from falling to the ground.

Zhaba Zhuang roughly told the story of the battle in Yingchang City, his eyes like daggers: "In more than a hundred years, I have never suffered such a disastrous defeat, and almost lost my life! My disciple Basiba even died. This hatred, I Must retaliate!”

Zhao Xuanzhen nodded slowly. She naturally valued her own children.

Zhao Xuanzhen's eyes were dark and sad: "Master...could it be that master's plan was wrong from the beginning? This time, not only did we lose Yingchang City, but the luck we finally gathered together was also...sucked by Fourth Master Zhu gone."

Zhao Xuanzhen looked painful, and her emotions towards Fourth Master Zhu were extremely complicated. She gently stroked her belly. After all, Fourth Master Zhu was still the father of the child. Will they never have the chance to meet him again?
"I'll take your pulse," Zha Ba Zhuang said.

……

"Let the imperial doctor come and take a look. This will make you feel more at ease." The palace maid insisted.

At this moment, Zha Ba Zhuang walked in. His face was terribly gloomy. Upon seeing this, Zhao Xuanzhen quickly stood up and asked: "Old Imperial Master, where is my master?"

His hand touched Zhao Xuanzhen's pulse and he nodded slightly: "The child is very good. The eldest princess must take good care of the pregnancy. When this child is born, he will be blessed with great luck. Haha, this is our only relief this time."

The great shaman wearing a mask came to the temple. Emperor Yuan saw her and stood up to greet her: "Great shaman, where is the master?"

The great shaman's voice was cold and cold: "The national master is dead and was killed by the three people of the Zhu family."

"Ah?" Emperor Yuan looked horrified and his eyes widened in disbelief.

The great shaman snorted, with dissatisfaction in his tone: "Your Majesty, I did not agree with the plan proposed by the imperial master at the beginning. Now it seems that I have really lost my wife and lost my army." The gloom on Emperor Yuan's face flashed. Then, he let out a long sigh and looked at the Great Shaman sincerely: "Great Shaman, since the national master has died, I implore you to take over the position of the new national master of the Great Yuan Dynasty. Please give me a helping hand, and I will definitely take back what belongs to me." Everything about Dayuan.”

The great shaman was silent for a moment, and finally uttered one word: "Okay!

Emperor Yuan was overjoyed. With the great shaman as a master, he felt much more at ease. He warmly invited the great shaman to drink tea. At this moment, the guards came to report that King Qi wanted to see him.

"Please quickly!" Emperor Yuan waved.

Soon, the King of Qi in the Yuan Dynasty, King Timur, also known as King Baobao, went to the palace. He respectfully paid homage: "I see your Majesty."

Emperor Yuan personally stepped forward to help him up and asked with concern: "King Qi, please get up quickly. If you return to Helin safely, I can rest easy. Is the journey going smoothly?"

Wang Baobao said something shocking: "On the way, I was assassinated by the Ming Emperor and almost died."

"What?" Emperor Yuan and the great shaman were shocked at the same time.

Wang Baobao briefly described what happened. After hearing this, Emperor Yuan slammed the table with a look of regret: "It would be great if we could take the opportunity to get rid of Zhu Yuanzhang!"

The great shaman on the side said calmly: "Assassinations are often difficult to succeed. Just like they failed to assassinate King Qi, it is equally difficult for us to assassinate them. These people are all blessed with great luck, not so Easy to die."

Emperor Yuan nodded thoughtfully after hearing this: "You are right. If assassination can solve the problem, then both sides can directly send assassins to determine the outcome. Alas, although we suffered a disastrous defeat this time, King Qi succeeded Having preserved the main force of Dayuan, we still have a chance to make a comeback. I promise you that we will be the leader of ZTE and restore the glory of Dayuan. I also ask my two dear friends to help me realize this ambition."

"I will do my best!" Wang Baobao nodded firmly and promised.

Behind Emperor Yuan's palace is the palace of Queen Qi, who is now the concubine. She failed to become the Queen Mother of Bei Yuan. At this moment, she was standing in front of the window, with a sad face and dark eyes.

She missed those ridiculous days in Yingchang City very much and murmured to herself: "Tang Bohu, Tang Bohu, no matter what others call you, in my heart, you are Tang Bohu, the Tang Bohu who belongs to me. I don't know if there are others. No chance to see you again.”

The cold wind blew by, and her waterfall-like hair swayed slightly. She was not wearing any bright clothes, and she had a more quiet and elegant beauty.

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The capital of the Ming Dynasty, the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The cold wind was howling outside, and Li Shanchang was hiding in his warm pavilion. It was warm and comfortable inside. He was drinking tea with his disciple Hu Weiyong, and it was very comfortable.

Since His Majesty's personal conquest, the prince has been in charge of the government. In fact, most decisions are made after asking him, the prime minister. Therefore, during this period of time, he was very proud of himself and had the support of his ministers.

"Benefactor, the prince relies on you, and the court is indispensable for you." Hu Weiyong praised, "His Majesty also relies on you for all kinds of arrangements in the rear."

"Hahaha, I have been doing these things since the time of King Wu. It's familiar." Li Shan smiled.

"Only Xiangguo can handle such complicated government affairs in an orderly manner." Hu Weiyong said with great admiration, "After Yang Xian's death, Zhongshu Sheng only followed Xiangguo's lead."

"Be careful!" Li Shanchang waved his hand, "They are all doing things for the imperial court."

The two looked at each other and smiled. At this time, the housekeeper hurried in with a newspaper: "Sir, this is an urgent message from General Lan Yu from the front line."

Li Shanchang was startled and quickly took it and opened it. His eyes swept over it in a hurry, and his expression changed drastically: "How is it possible! How is it possible! How is it possible!"

He instantly became extremely frightened and confused. He kept repeating it and his face turned white. Hu Weiyong was shocked. What could have made the prime minister, who had always been calm and composed, so scared?
"What happened?" Hu Weiyong asked eagerly.

Li Shanchang handed the letter to Hu Weiyong with trembling hands. Hu Weiyong took the letter and read it, and he was immediately frightened as if he had been struck by lightning: "Zhu... Fourth Master Zhu is the Supreme Emperor? This... how is this possible!"

He finally understood why Li Shanchang was so afraid. They also planned to assassinate Master Zhu Si many times and clashed with him head-on many times. If Fourth Master Zhu is really the Supreme Emperor, then what they did was a major crime against the nine tribes, and the consequences would naturally be unimaginable.

"When we impeached Fourth Master Zhu, His Majesty scolded us. At that time, we were still wondering why His Majesty protected Fourth Master Zhu so much." Li Shanchang said with horror in his eyes, "It turns out...it turns out that Fourth Master Zhu is His Majesty. Dad!"

"Is this true?" Hu Weiyong felt a chill running down his spine.

They had planned to assassinate Mr. Zhu several times, and also clashed head-on with Mr. Zhu many times.

"It's over, it's over, it's over." Li Shanchang's body kept shaking.

(End of this chapter)