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

The night was as thick as ink. The moonlight struggled to penetrate the clouds and fell on the courtyard of Prince Jin's Mansion.

Zhu Gang's brows were tightly knitted, his hands were behind his back, and the corners of his robe rustled with his hurried steps.

He paced back and forth in the room with a solemn expression, and suddenly stopped and said in a deep voice: "It seems that the situation is far more complicated than I expected."

Zhu Gang's voice was low and full of unquestionable majesty.

"You must immediately send more personnel to conduct a thorough investigation.

You must find out the key clues of the Shanxi Military Horse Case before I arrive in Datong Prefecture. You must not let these traitors shake the foundation of our Ming Dynasty!"

There was a hint of ruthlessness in Zhu Gang's eyes as he stared closely at Lu Feng in front of him.

Lu Feng's expression became stern, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

He knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I will fight to the death for you.

Even if I have to dig deep into the ground, I will get to the bottom of the truth and live up to His Highness' trust!"

After saying this, Zhu Gang strode out of the room and his figure quickly disappeared into the night.

Lu Feng is fully aware of the importance of this mission. As a leader among the Jinyiwei, he is an excellent martial artist and a meticulous thinker.

Accustomed to exploring the truth in the dark and clearing away the fog.

At this time, Lu Feng quickly summoned his most capable brothers, all of whom were experienced in battle and loyal to their duties as Jinyiwei.

They all wore flying fish costumes and embroidered spring swords on their waists.

Under the cover of night, he sneaked into the suspicious abandoned house like a ghost.

This house has been uninhabited for a long time and is filled with a decayed atmosphere.

It seems as if time has stopped here, leaving only decay and silence.

The moonlight was cold, shining through the dilapidated roof and falling on the ground in strands.

It forms patches of mottled light and shadow, just like a broken painting.

It added a bit of weirdness to the already gloomy house.

Lu Feng looked around vigilantly. His many years as a Jinyiwei had made his senses as sharp as a cheetah.

Just then, a slight noise came from the corner.

It sounded like the corner of clothes rubbing against the wall, or like the sole of a shoe gently scraping against the ground.

Lu Feng's heart trembled, and he immediately raised his hand to make a gesture of silence.

His men immediately understood what he meant and dispersed quietly in tacit cooperation.

These Jinyiwei each found a good cover like night owls, with the embroidered spring swords in their hands already unsheathed, shining coldly in the moonlight.

Almost at the same moment, a group of dark shadows emerged from the darkness like ghosts.

They were dressed in black and had their faces covered, revealing only a pair of fierce eyes, like evil spirits crawling out of hell.

Without a word between the two sides, they immediately engaged in a fierce fight.

The flashing of swords and sabers interweaves into a cold light and shadow under the moonlight.

The Embroidered Spring Sword collided with the enemy's blade, making a sharp sound.

It was like the cry of a night owl, particularly harsh in the silent night, breaking the long-standing tranquility of this abandoned house.

Lu Feng was like a dragon emerging from the sea, with a nimble and agile figure.

He swung the Embroidered Spring Knife in his hand tightly, with heavy knife shadows. Every swing brought out a flower of blood, like a blooming red plum.

However, the other side not only had a large number of people, but also their moves were ruthless, and they were obviously well-trained assassins.

They cooperated well and attacked Lu Feng and others from all directions.

These people tried to wipe out these Jinyiwei in one fell swoop, and their offensive was like a surging tide, one wave after another.

Lu Feng dodged the attacks flexibly while observing the enemy's moves, secretly thinking about how to counter them.

He spotted an opening and rushed forward.

At this time, the embroidered spring knife in Lu Feng's hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, piercing straight into the throat of the opponent's leader.

The leader was no ordinary man, he dodged to the side and barely avoided the fatal blow.

But Lu Feng did not stop there, and kicked the opponent in the chest.

The kick was powerful and heavy, like a giant axe splitting a mountain, and it kicked the enemy several feet away. His Jinyiwei were not to be outdone, and they fought with the enemy, shouting and killing, which made people's ears hurt.

However, the enemy was fearless and continued to fill the vacancies left by their fallen comrades.

As the battle became stalemate, the two sides were inseparable.

The blood gradually spread on the ground, emitting a pungent smell.

After a hard battle, Lu Feng and others finally defeated the enemy with their tenacious will and superb martial arts.

But everyone paid a heavy price, and Lu Feng's left arm was cut.

Blood oozed out, staining a corner of Feiyu's suit red, like a blooming blood lotus.

Lu Feng ignored the pain and his eyes fell on the half of the mysterious token in his hand.

The token is made of strange material and feels cold to the touch.

There are some strange patterns engraved on it, which seem to be some ancient symbols or a hidden map.

At this moment, Lu Feng knew in his heart that this "Shanxi Military Horse Case" was far more difficult than he had imagined.

Hidden behind this half token may be a huge conspiracy that could shake the foundation of the Ming Dynasty.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Kunning Palace was depressing.

Zhu Yuanzhang was sitting beside the bed, taking good care of Queen Ma.

The pale-faced Queen Ma barely drank two mouthfuls of porridge.

Then she slowly sat up with the help of her maid and said softly, "Your Majesty, I see you have been very busy with the affairs of the court these days."

Queen Ma's voice was soft and concerned.

Seeing this, Zhu Yuanzhang sighed, frowned, and his face was full of worry.

"Alas, state affairs, family affairs, everything, which one does not make people worry?

Especially the third child, since having a child, he has become more and more slow.

We ordered him to come to the palace a few days ago, but he has not appeared since then. I really don’t know what this kid is thinking!”

As Zhu Yuanzhang spoke, he shook his head slightly.

Queen Ma had a gentle look on her face, her eyes full of concern.

She raised her hand and gently pulled Zhu Yuanzhang's sleeve, and softly advised: "Your Majesty, the third brother is also a man who values ​​love.

A few years ago, he wanted to go back to Shanxi, but you never agreed.

Now that the third child has his own family, he has more concerns.

It's human nature to want to be closer to family, so stop blaming him."

There was kindness in Queen Ma's eyes as she tried to comfort Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang was silent for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Forget it, forget it, I hope he can understand our painstaking efforts soon.

By the way, just focus on your recovery and don’t worry about other things.

A few days ago, I asked a senior monk from Xiangguo Temple to tell my fortune, and he said that the 15th year of Hongwu would be a hurdle for our Ming Dynasty.

As long as we get through next year, everything will be fine.”

There was a hint of helplessness in Zhu Yuanzhang's tone, but also expectations for the future.

Just at this time Zhu Di walked into Kunning Palace and saw his father and mother talking. He immediately bowed respectfully.

Zhu Di lowered his head slightly, with a hint of eagerness and desire in his eyes.

Then he stepped forward and said, "Father, although I am not as capable as my elder and third brothers, I have always wanted to share your worries.

The Jinyiwei have been frequently transferred recently. I guess there may be some clues in the case of "Kunning Palace assassination".

Father, you might as well summon Jinyiwei Commander Tongzhi Lu Feng, maybe we can find out the whole story of the case as soon as possible."

Zhu Di spoke sincerely, his tone showing eagerness to try.

When Zhu Yuanzhang heard the name "Lu Feng", he tapped his fingers on the table and fell into deep thought. (End of this chapter)