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

It was afternoon, and the sun was gentle and bright.

The lush branches and leaves are intertwined, forming patches of mottled shadows.

The fragmented sunlight was like golden threads, slowly falling through the gaps between the branches and leaves, just right on the gorgeous carriage.

Since Halacha followed Fan Zhong all the way, he had been filled with awe and curiosity about the Yan Wang Zhu Di whom he was about to meet.

At this moment, Halacha subconsciously looked up, and the scene in front of him made him slightly stunned.

The exquisite decoration of the carriage far exceeded Kharacha's imagination.

The car body is made of rare and precious wood in the world, with fine texture and rich luster.

It seems that every line is telling of its extraordinary origin.

The craftsmen's superb skills are fully displayed on this wood.

The carved patterns are lifelike, depicting either a phoenix spreading its wings to fly or a hovering dragon.

Every detail demonstrates the ultimate ingenuity.

What is even more eye-catching are the gems inlaid in various parts of the car body.

Rubies as red as blood, sapphires as blue as the deep sea, and crystal clear diamonds...

Under the caress of the sun, they sparkle with dazzling and charming light, just like the bright stars in the night sky gathered here.

These gems are not just simple decorations, but also a silent declaration: they fully demonstrate the noble status of the carriage's owner, Prince Yan Zhu Di.

Halacha couldn't help but sigh in his heart that such a luxurious scene was something he had never seen before in his life.

Fan Zhong stepped forward and said respectfully to the carriage, "Your Highness, the person has been brought here."

In the beautifully decorated carriage, Prince of Yan Zhu Di's expression changed slightly when he heard Fan Zhong's report.

He gently lifted the soft, beautifully embroidered curtain and slowly leaned out.

Suddenly, a young man in brocade clothes came into Haracha's sight.

The young man was about twenty years old, with an extraordinary handsome face and sword-like eyebrows slanting into his temples.

His eyes were like deep, dark pools, revealing an innate heroism and majesty.

The long black hair was tied on top of her head and fixed with an exquisite jade hairpin.

A few strands of hair fluttering gently in the wind add a touch of casualness.

The brocade clothes he wore were carefully sewn with the finest silk and must have felt extremely soft and smooth.

On the brocade, complex and majestic cloud patterns are embroidered with gold thread.

In the sunlight, the golden thread sparkles.

The contrast with the golden light reflected from all around makes it look even more luxurious.

The cuffs and collar are trimmed with a circle of snow-white fox fur, which is very furry.

It not only adds a touch of softness, but also highlights the wearer's noble status.

At this moment, Prince of Yan Zhu Di appeared steadily in front of Haracha, exuding an aura of a king that could not be ignored.

It seemed as if all the light around him was eclipsed by his reflection.

Upon seeing this, Halacha's heart was filled with ripples, and he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

"I was ordered to deliver war horses to His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan, and now the task has been completed.

If Your Highness has no other instructions, I will go to find His Highness the Prince of Jin."

When Zhu Di heard the other party actually mentioned his third brother, his brows suddenly showed a bit more seriousness.

He looked carefully at Haracha who was standing not far away, and saw that he was wearing a black felt hat with a slightly upturned brim and a white feather on the top.

The feathers flutter in the wind, looking quite elegant.

Halacha wore a sheepskin robe which was dark brown in color.

The thick texture can withstand the changeable weather in Beijing.

The robe is embroidered with delicate traditional Mongolian patterns, and the collar and cuffs are trimmed with black fur, which is both warm and beautiful.

He had a wide black belt tied around his waist, and on the belt hung an exquisite Mongolian dagger with a scabbard engraved with delicate patterns.

This dagger is not only Halacha's self-defense weapon, but also a symbol of his identity.

He wore a pair of black trousers with the trouser legs tucked into a pair of black leather boots.

There were signs of wear on the surface of his leather boots, showing his busy daily life.

There are silver decorative buckles on the boot shafts, sparkling in the sunlight.

After retracting his scrutinizing gaze, Zhu Di sincerely sighed: "What a brave Mongolian man! He is indeed someone brought up by my third brother!

I wonder what position the warrior held under King Jin before?"

Halacha saw that Zhu Di's expression was sincere and there was no hypocrisy or perfunctoriness in his expression.

So he did not hide much and told the truth without any reservation: "I was born into a herdsman family in the Mongolian grasslands. My family has been raising horses for generations.

Since I was a child, I have followed my father to graze on the grassland and learned how to select good horses, raise horses and train horses.

Later, due to some exchanges and cooperation between Taiyuan Prefecture and Mongolian tribes, I and some of my tribesmen were recruited to work in Yuanma Temple in the capital.

It is all thanks to His Royal Highness Prince Jin's letting bygones be bygones that we, the Mongolian tribes that once fought against the Ming Dynasty, have the opportunity to live a stable life.

In the border horse farms across Shanxi, there are eight banners of Mongolian men like Anhalacha, and three years ago their number had reached 100,000.

When Zhu Di heard the news brought by Halacha, he was shocked and subconsciously turned his head to exchange glances with Fan Zhong.

At that moment, it seemed as if time had frozen.

Fan Zhong was standing aside with a focused look on his face, but when he heard what Halacha said, a hint of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

The moment he and Zhu Di looked at each other, their gazes were like intersecting lightning.

There was a complex expression in Zhu Di's eyes, mixed with shock and confusion.

His deep eyes widened slightly, as if he was repeatedly pondering the authenticity of the news in his heart, not daring to easily believe everything he heard.

The disbelief in Fan Zhong's eyes was not concealed at all, and his usually calm face was slightly moved at this moment.

At this time, Fan Zhong pursed his lips tightly, his eyes full of surprise, as if asking: "How is this possible?"

The master and servant have experienced countless storms over a long period of time, and have long since developed the composure to remain calm even when faced with a catastrophe.

However, at this moment, this news was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves in the hearts of Zhu Di and Fan Zhong.

The two of them just stared at each other in silence, and they could clearly see an indescribable look of disbelief in each other's eyes.

It seemed as if the whole world had become a little unreal at this moment because of this news.

Zhu Di came back to his senses and asked with a smile: "Halacha, can you tell me about the Eight Banners of Mongolia?"

Halacha shook his head helplessly, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I haven't been back to Shanxi for three years, and now I don't know much about the specific situation there."

Then, Ha La Cha bowed slightly and continued respectfully, "According to what I know, the Mongolian Eight Banners were relatively simple when they were first established, and were divided into only four banners: yellow, white, red, and blue.

At that time, these four banners were the entire structure of the Eight Banners of Mongolia, just like the four cornerstones of a newly built palace. "(End of this chapter)