Daming: Dad, you are really not good at governing the country

Chapter 459: Disaster at Datong Horse Farm, War Horses Innocently Injured by Poison

The faint light of dawn is like an old man in his twilight years.

It took a lot of effort to squeeze out a few wisps from the layers of thick cotton-like morning mist, and they sprinkled tremblingly on every inch of land in Datong Racecourse.

The morning mist was like miasma rising from the Netherworld, carrying a hint of chill as it spread wantonly across the Datong Horse Farm.

Wherever he went, he was covered with a veil of mystery.

The Datong Racecourse, which is usually full of vitality and always makes people's blood boil, now seems to be trapped in an eternal nightmare, shrouded by this ominous haze.

No matter how hard the morning light tried to penetrate, it was difficult to dispel the eerie atmosphere that followed like a shadow.

The mountains in the distance are hidden in thick fog.

Only occasionally do they reveal vague outlines, like dormant giant beasts, exuding a heart-pounding mystery and unknown.

The nearby stable, with its originally sturdy wooden fence, appeared hazy in the fog, as if it would be eroded and disintegrated by the thick fog at any time.

The surrounding grass should have been covered with crystal dewdrops.

But at this moment, it was wet by the fog and hung its head, looking listless and without its former vigor and spirit.

There was still some frost from last night on it, flashing coldly in the dim light.

It's like tiny ice crystals, exuding a biting coldness.

The light morning mist spread freely in Datong Racecourse like a veil.

The horse neighing that usually rose and fell in a loud and passionate voice now became sparse and weak.

It was as if an invisible hand was covering his mouth tightly, and he could only utter a few weak moans.

In this eerily silent horse farm, it seemed particularly abrupt and sad.

The sound echoed in the fog, as if it was swallowed by the fog.

It didn't spread far before it disappeared without a trace, leaving only dead silence.

Zhang Tie, a worker at Datong Horse Farm, was rubbing his sleepy eyes as usual.

I saw him yawning, mumbling about the work he had to do today, and staggering towards the stable.

The dirt road under my feet became muddy and slippery due to last night's humidity.

Every step Zhang Tie took made a "puff puff" sound, as if the earth was sighing heavily.

The straw sandals on his feet were soon covered with mud, making it increasingly difficult for him to walk.

But Zhang Tie didn't care about these things. He was only thinking about finishing the work as quickly as possible so that he could go to the kitchen to drink some hot soup to warm himself up.

He could walk along that familiar road almost exactly with his eyes closed.

But today, as soon as Zhang Tie stepped into the stable, a bone-chilling chill instantly jumped from the soles of his feet straight into his heart.

It was like he was struck by lightning, and he woke up instantly.

Then Zhang Tie felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and his entire body began to shiver uncontrollably.

"Oh my goodness! What a disaster!"

Zhang Tie’s eyes widened, and his eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets.

The scene before him frightened him so much that his legs went weak. If he had not subconsciously reached out to hold on to the wooden stake beside him, he would have collapsed to the ground on the spot.

I saw several war horses that usually looked strong and majestic, like victorious generals on the battlefield.

At this moment, he was lying on the ground in a mess, and his condition looked extremely bad.

Several war horses were already breathless, with their limbs stretched out stiffly.

The eyes that were originally bright and lively were now empty and lifeless.

They seemed to be silently telling the injustice they had suffered, and also seemed to be making a desperate accusation against this sudden misfortune.

The air around seemed to freeze at this moment, and a strange smell mixed with a faint smell of blood and stench permeated this small space.

It went straight into Zhang Tie's nose, choking him and making him almost vomit.

Zhang Tie quickly calmed himself down and tremblingly moved closer to check.

The hands were shaking violently, and beads of sweat kept rolling down the forehead. But after looking for a long time, he could not see any obvious signs of injury.

This made Zhang Tie feel creepy. He felt as if a pair of invisible black hands from the dark abyss had sneaked into this place last night and taken away the lives of these war horses.

It was really weird that they suffered misfortune overnight.

The hay in the stable was originally dry and soft.

But at this moment, it was in a mess because of the fall of the warhorse, and it was stained with some dark liquid that seeped out from somewhere, which made people feel uneasy just by looking at it.

"This...what should I do?"

Zhang Tie, whose face turned pale with fear, rolled and crawled towards the manager's residence.

The hurried footsteps sounded particularly harsh in the silent horse farm.

Several jackdaws perched on the roof of the stable were startled, and their "cawing" sounds cut through the sky.

In this gloomy morning, it seemed like an ominous sign of impending disaster, making people feel more and more uncertain.

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The jackdaw flapped its wings, and its black feathers fell in the mist.

Like ominous shadows, they were scattered in every corner of Datong Racecourse.

The news spread quickly in the palace like a burning beacon fire.

This caused the Jinyiwei and the Imperial Stables to panic.

At that time, Zhu Yuanzhang was reviewing memorials in the imperial study. The candlelight was dim and flickering in the morning light.

It seemed to have sensed the coming storm and was beating restlessly.

The calligraphy and paintings hanging on the walls around the imperial study seemed to come alive under the swaying of light and shadow.

The landscapes and figures in the paintings seemed to be secretly worried about this sudden change, with a hint of anxiety in their expressions.

The incense burner in the corner was emitting wisps of green smoke.

The scent, which should have been calming, now seemed a bit pungent due to the tense atmosphere.

It slowly hovered in the imperial study, lingering for a long time.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, something terrible has happened!"

Wang Danian, a captain of the Imperial Guard, rushed into the imperial study and knelt on the ground with a plop, his voice trembling.

His figure brought up a gust of wind, and the candle flame swayed violently a few times and almost went out.

Fortunately, after struggling for a few times, the flame was stabilized again.

It's just that the light and shadow on the wall danced more violently, as if expressing the inner panic.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned, and an ominous premonition arose in his heart.

He also stopped writing on the memorials and said in a deep voice, "Why are you so flustered? Tell me slowly."

Wang Danian swallowed his saliva and quickly replied: "Your Majesty, there is a big commotion at Datong Racecourse!

For some unknown reason, many war horses fell to the ground overnight, and many of them died.

That scene... was truly horrific!
What’s also strange is that there aren’t any obvious injuries on the horse farm.”

"what!"

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard this, his face turned pale instantly.

The red pen in his hand broke into two pieces with a "snap".

The red ink splashed on the memorial, like shocking pools of blood.

Then Zhu Yuanzhang's face turned into a terrifyingly gloomy blue-black color.

At this moment, a hint of disbelief and panic flashed across his eyes.

That look was like a trapped beast about to fall into despair, revealing a bit of helplessness and fear.

(End of this chapter)