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

Zhu Gang, who was already somewhat tired, heard Li Heng's concerns and immediately spoke to comfort him, "Eunuch Li, the prince and the crown prince have always been of the same blood.

There is no need to worry too much about this at any time.

It is getting late now. Tomorrow my eldest brother and I will go to Lujiang to collect food and fodder for the army.

If Eunuch Li does not mind the simple environment of the military camp, we can rest here for a night.

After having breakfast with the soldiers tomorrow, I will send troops to escort Eunuch Li back to the capital to report."

Li Heng smiled and nodded, "Your Highness Prince Jin has considered everything very carefully. I will follow your wishes."

Zhu Gang looked at Li Heng's back as he turned and left, and only when the figure gradually disappeared at the entrance of the tent did he slowly withdraw his gaze.

The series of events that the other party had mentioned earlier made Zhu Gang feel physically and mentally exhausted, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

Zhu Di also looked tired at this moment. The two looked at each other and saw deep fatigue in each other's eyes.

Zhu Gang did not hesitate at all. He immediately raised his voice and shouted outside the tent, "Someone come!"

Soon, several guards walked into the tent and saluted in unison, "What do you want, Your Highness?"

Zhu Gang looked tired but also dignified. "Hurry up and prepare hot water. I and His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan need to take a bath."

After receiving the order, the bodyguards immediately left in a hurry, and their movements were clean and neat throughout the process.

Zhu Gang sighed slightly, walked to the chair in the tent, and then sat down slowly.

He rubbed his temple, thinking about the complicated situation.

The news brought by Li Heng was like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

At this time, Zhu Gang knew that the situation would become even more difficult. He urgently needed to take a bath to relax his tense nerves so that he could think more clearly about how to deal with the situation.

Zhu Di paced back and forth in the tent, his steps a little heavy, and it was obvious that he was also worried about the changing situation.

About half a cup of tea later, the guards entered the tent carrying a steaming wooden barrel.

After they had settled the hot water, they quickly left the tent.

Zhu Gang and Zhu Di looked at each other and nodded, then each walked towards their own bucket of hot water.

Prepare to relax your body and mind in this moment of warmth and tranquility, and temporarily leave behind the disturbances and pressures of the outside world.

Zhu Di simply rubbed it with a towel, and then asked impatiently: "Third brother, how are you going to deal with the Luzhou Lin family next?"

After wiping the water off his face, Zhu Gang said solemnly, "Since we still need to ensure that we arrive at Datong Prefecture on time, we must act quickly.

I plan to use three days to completely resolve the hidden danger of the Luzhou Lin family. I must not leave any room for these lunatics to strike back! "

Zhu Di turned to look at Zhu Gang in surprise, "Third brother, isn't it a bit too hasty to deal with such a big matter in just three days?"

Zhu Gang said in a firm tone: "If solving a case still requires evidence, then suppressing a rebellion only requires knowing a location, and then we can start implementing our plan.

Besides, whether there is a spy in the Prince of Jin's Mansion or a traitor hidden in the Jinyiwei, it is not something that will bring glory to you and me.

If we can give them a chance to redeem themselves from their crimes, it will at least help calm some of Father's anger."

Zhu Di said with a hint of worry: "These people have already betrayed the Ming Dynasty once. If we let them go so easily, I am afraid they will repeat the same mistake in the future."

Zhu Gang smiled and waved his hand, "Fourth brother, the most important enemy for the court right now is still the lingering Northern Yuan.

As long as the noble families can master the balance and eliminate some of them appropriately, it will not affect the overall situation. But once those who hold weapons are discouraged, it may not be seen at ordinary times.

When the war reaches a critical moment, if they have even the slightest evil intention, it is very likely that the good situation will be ruined!"

Inside the central army tent, brothers Zhu Gang and Zhu Di were chatting intimately under the flickering candlelight.

Their shadows were elongated by the dim light and reflected on the curtain of the tent.

Sometimes solemn, sometimes passionate.

The two discussed in depth how to deal with a series of thorny issues, including sudden changes in the imperial city, spies in the Prince of Jin's Mansion, and traitors in the Imperial Uniform Guard.

Zhu Gang and Zhu Di looked so focused that they seemed to have shut out the entire world.

At the same time, in the escort team dozens of miles away from the central army tent, the atmosphere was exceptionally quiet.

The moonlight was like water, sprinkling on the long team escorting food and supplies.

The soldiers of the guard camp rode on horses and stood neatly on both sides of the convoy, watching the movements around them vigilantly.

The leader of the team, Wang Congyi, rode on a chestnut warhorse. He had an upright posture and a steady look.

From time to time, he turned around to check on the team's situation to ensure that the escort process was foolproof.

Suddenly, a slight "puff" sound broke the silence of the night.

Wang Congyi raised his head sharply and saw a carrier pigeon flying rapidly from the night sky and landing steadily on his outstretched arm.

Seeing this, Wang Congyi took a closer look and immediately discovered that there was a small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's feet, with the unique mark of the Prince of Jin's Palace clearly printed on the bamboo tube.

Wang Congyi hurriedly took off the bamboo tube, opened it and saw a secret letter inside.

With the help of moonlight, he quickly read the contents of the letter, and his originally calm face gradually became solemn.

This letter sent by carrier pigeon from Prince Jin's Palace brought extremely important news, which would obviously have a significant impact on the current situation.

Wang Congyi was fully aware of the seriousness of the matter. He immediately tightened the reins and signaled the team to stop.

He then prepared to call together several capable subordinates to discuss how to respond to the information conveyed in this letter.

“His Highness just sent a secret letter, but we need to control Lin Zhen, the commander of the Luzhou Prefecture Guard who is coming to receive the food and grass.

After all, the other party is a third-rank military officer, and we still need everyone's advice and suggestions on how to carry out His Highness's order.

If this mission can be successfully completed, this general will certainly recommend him to Your Highness and will never bury a meritorious official!"

In this guard battalion responsible for the escort of food and supplies, the officers in the camp are very familiar with each other and have heard of some things.

Everyone knew that they were officers who could participate in such an important task of escorting food and supplies.

They are all people who have been screened through layers and are both capable and loyal.

Besides, basically everyone knows Wang Congyi's past. He used to be a servant in the Prince of Jin's Palace.

The experience in Prince Jin's Mansion not only enabled Wang Congyi to accumulate rich experience, but also established close ties with the entire palace.

It is precisely because of this deep relationship that serves as a solid guarantee, so when Wang Congyi makes certain promises, no one will question whether the promise can be fulfilled in the future.

Everyone understood the background of the Prince of Jin's Mansion and the relationship between Wang Congyi and Zhu Gang, which made his words have a heavy weight and as convincing as ironclad conviction. (End of this chapter)