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

The Ming Dynasty, which had experienced the baptism of war, was like a huge ship struggling forward in the stormy waves.

Although there are many things to be done, there are undercurrents both inside and outside the court, and crises are lurking everywhere.

In order to consolidate his hard-earned rule, Zhu Yuanzhang appointed his sons as princes in various places.

They were given heavy troops in the hope that they would protect the royal family.

Among them, Zhu Gang was granted the title of King of Jin and was enfeoffed in Shanxi.

Shanxi is located on the front line of resisting the remnant forces of the Mongols in the north, and its strategic position is crucial.

The responsibility Zhu Gang shoulders is as heavy as Mount Tai.

However, beneath this seemingly peaceful land, a storm is quietly brewing.

An official in Shanxi who was in charge of the breeding and deployment of military horses was exposed for a shocking scandal of "eating a salary without working".

Moreover, the number of military horses involved was astonishing, and the quality was uneven, which seriously affected the combat effectiveness of the army.

This news, like a bombshell, instantly caused an uproar in the court.

The "Shanxi Military Horse Case" thus began, causing Zhu Yuanzhang to become extremely furious.

He immediately issued a thundering order to investigate the matter thoroughly and punish the perpetrators severely.

For a time, everyone in the Shanxi officialdom felt insecure, as if they were shrouded in a haze, so depressing that it made people feel suffocated.

Lin Yu, who had finally crossed the turbulent river, was now soaked all over.

The biting cold was like countless ice needles, mercilessly penetrating Lin Yu's thin clothes and wantonly eroding every inch of his skin.

Lin Yu's teeth were chattering uncontrollably from the cold, and his lips were as dark purple as an eggplant hit by frost.

But the string called mission in Lin Yu's heart was as tight as a full bow, and he could not afford to slack off for a moment.

Lin Yu knew very well that the enemy behind him was following him like a shadow, and the news in his arms was of great weight, concerning the fate of countless people.

So he gritted his teeth, and even though his legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and every step was extremely difficult, he still struggled to run towards the contact point.

Finally, as the blood-red setting sun slowly sank to the west, Lin Yu arrived at the first contact point - a dilapidated temple.

The temple was surrounded by wild weeds, which shivered in the cold wind like a group of helpless ghosts.

In front of the temple, a sturdy man was pacing back and forth anxiously. This man was Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his eyes reveal the alertness and calmness acquired through years of experience, just like the twinkling cold stars in the night sky.

Although the black suit he was wearing was a bit old, it was meticulously maintained, as if speaking of the owner's self-discipline and tenacity.

The long sword at the waist flashed a cold light under the setting sun, like a dragon ready to attack at any time.

Zhang Feng's heart suddenly tightened when he saw Lin Yu from afar, who was in a miserable state.

It was as if an invisible giant hand instantly grabbed his heart.

At this time, Zhang Feng hurried forward and asked with concern: "Brother, what's wrong with you?
Why are you so embarrassed? "

Lin Yu was breathing heavily, and every breath was filled with heavy fatigue.

The voice was full of worry, as if it would be overwhelmed by anxiety in the next second.

He handed the message to Zhang Feng, his voice a little hoarse due to fatigue, like the sound of an old bellows.

"There is a big conspiracy behind the Shanxi Military Horse Case. There are enemies chasing us. We must get the news out as soon as possible!"

Zhang Feng took the message and took a look at it. His expression instantly became as terribly gloomy as the sky before a storm.

There was a gleam of ferocity in his eyes, like a bolt of lightning cutting through the night sky.

Then Zhang Feng cursed in a low voice: "How dare these bastards act like this!

How audacious!"

Then he patted Lin Yu on the shoulder, his palm broad and strong, conveying comfort and strength: "Brother, you have worked hard.

Don't worry, I will definitely deliver the message.

Find a place to rest first, I'm here."

After a short rest, Zhang Feng did not dare to delay and quickly took out a carrier pigeon from his arms. He gently stroked the pigeon's feathers, which were soft and smooth, as if he was stroking his most precious treasure.

Zhang Feng's eyes were full of trust and entrustment, and he whispered, "Little guy, this time it's all up to you.

This news is of great importance and must not go wrong."

The voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing across the lake, yet it carried an unquestionable firmness.

Then he tied a small bamboo tube with the message on it to the pigeon's foot and threw it with force, and the pigeon flapped its wings and flew high.

Like a black meteor, it disappeared into the night in an instant.

At the same time, Zhang Feng immediately arranged for another Hidden Dragon Guard, A Yu, to ride a newly replaced fast horse and head to the next contact point.

A Yu is a young but determined guy with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

There was a stubbornness on his face that refused to admit defeat, just like a newly forged sword, its edge fully exposed.

Ever since being taken in and trained by the Hidden Dragon Guards, A Yu has been loyal to the organization and determined to prove his worth.

This obsession is like a flame burning in A Yu's heart, which has never been extinguished.

A Yu jumped onto the horse and clamped his legs around the horse's belly.

The horse neighed and rushed out like an arrow.

The dust raised by horse hooves spread under the moonlight, like a mysterious painting.

However, when A Yu reached a valley, he found that the surroundings were abnormally quiet, as if the whole world had been muted.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in A Yu's heart, and he subconsciously tightened the sword at his waist.

Suddenly a sharp whistle broke the silence, like the scream of a night owl, breaking the eerie tranquility.

A group of bandits emerged from behind the rocks on both sides, like a group of demons emerging from the darkness.

The bandit leader held a sharp blade, which gleamed coldly in the moonlight, like the scythe in the hands of the god of death.

He shouted loudly: "I built this road and I planted this tree.

If you want to pass through here, leave some money to buy your way through!"

A Yu's heart sank, like a huge rock falling into a deep pool.

He knew that the mission he was shouldering was as heavy as Mount Tai and he could not delay any longer.

At this time, A Yu's face was as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years.

He drew the sword from his waist without hesitation, and the blade reflected the cold moonlight.

Like a flash of silver lightning, it instantly cut through the darkness.

I only heard A Yu shouting: "I have something important to do. If you don't want to die, get out of my way!

If you know what’s interesting about today’s matter, I won’t bother with you, otherwise…”

The voice was firm and powerful, echoing in the valley like a huge bell.

The bandits burst into laughter, and that laughter was like the cry of crows in the night sky, full of contempt and disdain.

"Huh, you're quite arrogant!
Come on, brothers!
Let this kid know how powerful we are!"

Suddenly, shouts of killing rang out in the valley, and the flashes of swords and sabers seemed like a gorgeous yet cruel fireworks show.

A Yu showed no fear and fought against the crowd alone.

The knife in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, splashing blood every time he swung it.

The blood splattered in the moonlight, like blooming red spider lilies.

However, the bandits were numerous and kept coming like a tide.

A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

A Yu gradually felt a little tired. His arms became heavier due to wielding the sword for a long time, as if he was weighed down by a heavy burden.

At this time, beads of sweat rolled down Ah Yu's forehead, and his vision became blurred because of the sweat, like a window covered with a layer of fog. (End of this chapter)