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

At that time, Zhu Gang was sitting in the central military tent, which was decorated simply and solemnly.

There were several military maps hanging around, and the candlelight swayed in the breeze, casting shadows of the mountains and rivers on the maps.

Zhu Gang was dressed in military uniform, standing tall and straight, and his face looked particularly resolute under the flickering candlelight.

On weekdays, he would deploy troops and generals in the camp, and control all military affairs, big and small.

However, at this moment a storm was quietly approaching Zhu Gang, but he knew nothing about it.

On this seemingly ordinary day, Zhu Gang first received a secret letter from Su Yao.

The secret letter was sealed layer by layer, and the soldier who delivered the secret letter rode at full speed and arrived at the tent in a dusty state.

Then he knelt on one knee and presented the secret letter.

The moment Zhu Gang saw the secret letter, his heart suddenly tightened and an ominous premonition quietly crept into his mind.

He reached out to take it, his fingers pausing slightly.

Zhu Gang then quickly opened the wax seal and unfolded the letter.

Lines of handwriting came into view, and the news of the failed operation was like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

Zhu Gang's brows were instantly furrowed, and a hint of shock and anger flashed in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.

His hand holding the letter unconsciously tightened, and his knuckles turned white from the force.

However, fate did not seem to let Zhu Gang go. Shortly after he received the secret letter that made him feel heavy-hearted, a "report" came from outside the tent.

Then the messenger walked quickly into the tent, bowed and presented the letter sent by Feng Cheng.

Zhu Gang slowly put down the secret letter from Su Yao that he had not yet completely put down in his hand and took a deep breath.

He tried hard to recover from the shock he had just experienced, and then took the letter from Feng Cheng.

With the help of candlelight, every time Zhu Gang read a word, his doubts and worries grew.

The Hidden Dragon Guard's identity token was stolen. The conspiracy and crisis behind this were probably far more complicated and difficult than he had imagined.

For a moment, Zhu Gang fell into deep thought.

The tent was so quiet that the only sounds could be heard: his heavy breathing and the occasional orderly footsteps of patrolling soldiers outside the tent, as if they were setting the pace for the impending unknown crisis.

At this moment, the stars in the sky gradually faded, and the moon became paler, as if making way for the coming dawn.

At the dawn when the night was about to be torn apart by the light of dawn, the entire camp was still immersed in deep sleep.

Zhu Di was wearing a black cloak, which fluttered in the morning breeze like a dancing battle flag.

His steps were steady and powerful, and every step seemed to be on the pulse of the earth, demonstrating the majesty of a king.

Fan Zhong followed closely behind Zhu Di, his posture as straight as a pine tree, his eyes scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

Like a loyal guard dog, it is always ready to defend its owner against any potential danger.

The two men passed through the heavy guards outside the tent. When the guards saw Zhu Di, they all knelt on one knee and saluted this honorable prince.

Zhu Di nodded slightly and walked towards the central military camp with a determined look.

When he arrived in front of the tent, he raised his hand and gently lifted the heavy tent curtain, then stepped into the central military tent.

Inside the tent, candlelight flickered.

The faint light cast mottled shadows inside the tent.

Zhu Gang was sitting at the desk in the center of the tent with several military maps spread out in front of him. He held a brush in his hand and seemed to be thinking about something.

After hearing the noise, Zhu Gang raised his head.

When he saw Zhu Di and Fan Zhong, he was slightly stunned.

Then he stood up quickly, with a look of surprise on his face. Zhu Gang's eyes flashed with doubt, and then he bowed and asked, "Fourth brother, are you here for something important?"

Zhu Di smiled slightly and walked straight to the commander's desk.

His eyes fell on the map, and he slowly said, "There are some things that I must discuss with Third Brother at this time."

At this time, Zhu Di's voice was low and powerful, as if carrying an unquestionable majesty.

Fan Zhongze stood quietly at the door of the tent, guarding everything inside the tent vigilantly like a statue to ensure that no accidents happened.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became solemn due to Zhu Di's arrival, as if a storm was about to come.

"Fourth brother, it's almost time for breakfast.

Chunlan and Wanyao are cooking preserved egg and lean meat porridge. Why don't we wait for them for a while and then chat while eating?"

Zhu Di frowned slightly and was about to reject Zhu Gang's proposal.

However, just as the words were about to come out of his mouth, a rich and mellow aroma of porridge, like a wisp of light smoke, quietly penetrated into Zhu Di's nostrils.

The aroma seemed to carry the sweetness of rice, the simplicity of grains, and the unique fragrance of the blending of ingredients, and it instantly spread throughout the tent.

Then the door curtain of the tent was gently lifted, and Chunlan and Wanyao walked into the central military tent with light steps.

Chunlan was wearing a light green silk skirt, the hem of which swayed slightly as she walked, like willow branches swaying in the wind in spring.

She had a pretty face and lively eyes, and held one side of the food box steadily in her hand.

Wanyao was wearing a light pink dress, her skin was whiter than snow and her smile was as beautiful as a flower. She and Chunlan carried the exquisitely crafted food box together in tacit understanding.

This food box is carved with exquisite patterns all over, and the flowers, birds, fish and insects are lifelike.

It seems as if it will jump out of the box at any time, showing its luxury and exquisiteness.

After the two entered the tent, they first bowed respectfully to Zhu Di and Zhu Gang, and then Chunlan said crisply: "Your Highness, I know that you two must have been discussing matters for a long time, and you must be hungry.

I specially prepared some hot porridge for you, and I hope you two will enjoy it while it’s hot.”

Wan Yao also smiled and nodded in agreement. Her smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, warm and gentle.

Seeing Wan Yao wearing a light pink dress, Zhu Gang asked with a gloomy look on his face, "Didn't I tell you before that as long as you are in the military camp, you must wear men's clothes?"

Upon hearing this, Chunlan quickly explained, "Third Prince, it was I who asked Wanyao to temporarily change into women's clothing.

If Your Highness wants to punish me for this, I will bear the responsibility alone."

Looking at Wan Yao who was in panic, Zhu Di solemnly reminded her in a low voice: "Third brother, I think the most urgent task right now is how to deal with the defeat of Shuozhou Guard.

After all, when three thousand elite soldiers of the Shuozhou guards fought against one thousand bandits, they could achieve a one-for-one exchange of casualties with their numerical advantage.

In the eyes of my father, this is basically no different from being defeated in a war!"

When Zhu Di clearly described the battle situation of Shuozhou Guard in a few words, Zhu Gang's expression, which was originally somewhat angry, froze instantly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a keen hunter catching a key clue.

Thoughts raced through his mind like lightning, and after just a moment, Zhu Gang reacted quickly.

He concluded in his heart that there must be Jinyiwei spies lurking around Lin Zhen and other generals who could find out military intelligence.

Zhu Gang knew very well that the Jinyiwei acted in secret and used sophisticated methods.

When it comes to obtaining intelligence, we have an extremely mature and efficient operating system.

These spies are like invisible tentacles, quietly infiltrating into every corner and capturing any useful information.

(End of this chapter)