Yongle Emperor's grandson: Zhu Yuanzhang with cheats, Zhu Di went crazy

Chapter 62: The sound of a sudden gunshot

"I'll take you to the outskirts of the village. I have something to tell you..."

Throwing the token in his hand, Zhu Zhanjun walked into the room humming a little tune.

The old man has got it done.

Zhu Zhanjun had already been sure of this result.

The old man is a scheming man and also a domineering person, but he is also a person who is in urgent need of glory.

The old man needs glory to cover up the stain of his rebellion, so that he can leave a bold mark on it in future history books.

But there is a prerequisite for all this, the person who brought all this to him is someone he doesn't want to kill.

If Zhu Zhanjun was a minister, or traveled through time and space and became the son of a noble family.

Zhu Zhanjun would not do anything evil. He would stay at home quietly, being a second-generation man who would eat and wait for death, and hang out in brothels and pleasure boats every day.

Being a minister in the Ming Dynasty, especially in its early days, can be said to be the most tiring job.

Being capable of attracting jealousy, Mr. Zhu is a suspicious person.

If you don't know how to flatter and have no ability, when a disaster happens, you will be pushed out by your superiors as a scapegoat.

You want to be an honest official? But if you rely solely on the meager salary from the court, your whole family will starve to death.

As for being a corrupt official, well, it's not fun to be skinned and stuffed with straw.

So, when traveling back to the Ming Dynasty, there are only two choices for the best identity.

One is a prince who is raised like a pig, and the other is a second-generation noble who just eats and waits for death.

As for becoming emperor, Zhu Zhanjun felt that it all depended on the individual.

Some people like to be free, some people like to be superior. Everyone has different ideas. You cannot force others to choose the one you think is better.

"My humble concubine, I pay my respects to His Highness."

Thinking about the next plan, Zhu Zhanjun took the two little girls back to the room.

However, as soon as he opened the door, a young woman with a dignified appearance, graceful figure, and fair skin as white as a peeled egg came to greet Zhu Zhanjun.

Zhu Zhanjun was puzzled for a moment and looked around.

It's his room.

How come there is another woman here, and such a beautiful one at that?

The other party is not very old, and is in her prime. All the parts of her body that should have grown have already grown, and this is the most beautiful age for a girl.

"Your Highness, you have forgotten the beautiful girl from North Korea."

Seeing that her prince was confused, Qiu Xue thought that maybe the prince was too busy these two days and forgot about this matter, so she reminded him quietly.

Zhu Zhanjun suddenly realized.

The day before yesterday, he deliberately angered the old man by mentioning a powerful concubine in history, and grandma decided to give it to him.

According to historical records, this powerful concubine was not only beautiful, but also seemed to be very good at playing the flute.

"Are you the Quan family from North Korea?"

Looking around the woman, Zhu Zhanjun nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.

No wonder the old man cared so much about her in history, this woman is indeed extraordinary.

Beauty is one thing, but every move and every glance of the other person makes people feel comfortable.

"It is I." Quan said with a slight smile, her red lips moving slightly, "The Queen has issued an imperial decree. From today on, I will be your Highness's concubine."

Zhu Zhanjun raised his eyebrows and understood his grandmother's intention.

No matter what, she was sent by a vassal state. She was originally given to the old master, but now she was sent to him. It was definitely not okay for her to be a maid. So Empress Xu arranged a concubine for her, which was also an explanation to the vassal state.

After explaining the reason, Quan was a little nervous. She didn't know whether the young prince understood what a concubine was and whether he was willing to accept her.

"Well, OK." After looking around for a few times, Zhu Zhanjun nodded with satisfaction and said, "Follow me from now on. I'll give you something to eat, so you won't starve."

Turning to Qiu Xue who was secretly looking at Quan, he said, "Ask my mother to send two palace maids over. My concubine must have at least two servants."

"Yes."

Qiu Xue responded and went to fetch water with the guards outside.

Zhu Zhanjun was a clean person, and the autumn heat had not yet passed. He had been busy all day, so his body was already sticky. Soon the hot water was ready, and Quan came forward to serve him very sensibly.

Feeling the delicate hands rubbing his body gently, Zhu Zhanjun sat in the bathtub with his eyes squinted and began to discuss the next plan with Lao Zhu.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Zhu Zhanjun went to the imperial farm instead of helping his father sell furniture.

Zhu Zhanjun did not allow the things to be taken away, but stuffed them directly into the newly opened shop.

Nothing has been done now, and the two shops given by the old man are just empty shells.

Instead of leaving it there empty, it would be better to sell the remaining things in the East Palace first and give Qiu Yuan and those disabled soldiers a chance to learn and train.

Zhu Zhanjun did not directly distribute seeds to the first batch of people he recruited, but instead asked them to work in shops or in the fields first.

Those with relatively sound hands and feet could drive carriages or help tenant farmers in the imperial farm to farm the fields.

Those who lack the ability to act are responsible for the public security in the imperial farm and the operation of shops.

Anyway, everyone does their best and no one is just collecting a salary for nothing.

Zhu Zhanjun was very busy for several days.

Every night, seeds were released from the space, and then during the day, the tenants were watched to cultivate the land themselves.

With the help of the building cart, thousands of people worked for four or five days to cultivate the land.

When the last piece of land was planted with wheat, Zhu Zhanjun called all his subordinates, including the tenant farmers, together in the evening to celebrate this perfect start. They killed dozens of sheep and hundreds of chickens and ducks and held a closing celebration party.

At the banquet, Zhu Zhanjun and his men laughed and talked loudly, imagining the scene of next year's harvest. They were so happy that they even drank a few more glasses.

Finally, he was too drunk and was carried back to the house by his concubine Quan.

Holding the soft body in his arms, Zhu Zhanjun fell asleep in a daze. In his dream, he saw the scene of a good harvest in the fertile fields, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Boom...boom...boom..."

I don’t know how long I slept, but then I heard bursts of ping-pong and explosion sounds.

Zhu Zhanjun frowned, thinking that a wedding procession was passing by. He muttered something, adjusted himself to a comfortable position, and wanted to continue sleeping.

"Run and fire!"

"Bang bang bang..."

Another sound was heard and Zhu Zhanjun suddenly sat up from the bed.

He finally realized that the sound was not firecrackers, but gunshots.

"Your Highness."

Quan sat up in a daze, and the silk quilt covering her body slipped off, revealing her transparent gauze clothes and the infinite spring scenery underneath.

Pulling out the sword hidden under the bed, Zhu Zhanjun dragged Quan to the cabinet, pushed her into it, and said, "Don't make a sound unless I call you."

After saying that, he closed the cabinet door and locked it, then Zhu Zhanjun rushed behind the door with a knife in hand.

"Bang bang bang..."

Another burst of intensive gunfire rang out. Zhu Zhanjun judged based on the sound that at least four or five hundred muskets were firing at the same time.

Ever since the last fake kidnapping incident, the level of security at the imperial estate has been upgraded several levels.

Not only are there guards from the imperial estate patrolling constantly, there are also palace guards sent by the old man, as well as recently recruited military households with relatively healthy limbs.

Four to five hundred people guarded Zhuangzi, and most of them were equipped with bows and crossbows. The level of protection was already comparable to that of the Eastern Palace.

There were gunshots outside. Logically, someone should have come to protect him, but why is there no movement now?

Are they all dead?

Zhu Zhanjun frowned, raised his hand and opened the door of the room.

As the door opened, a general wearing the armor of the Shenjiying Camp appeared in front of Zhu Zhanjun.

The general seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When he saw Zhu Zhanjun open the door, a smile appeared on his face: "Your Highness, long time no see."

After saying that, he quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists and said loudly: "Your Majesty, the deputy commander of the Shenji Camp..."

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