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

Chapter 63 The Temptation of the Old Man (Please invest, collect, and read)
"Your Highness, I am Jiang An, the deputy commander of the Shenji Camp, and I am here to see you."

Zhu Zhanjun's eyebrows jumped, and he stretched out his hand to stop the other party from greeting him. He frowned and pointed in the direction where the training sounds came from outside.

"How is this going?"

Jiang An said with joy: "Shenjiying, I have been promoted from a captain to the deputy commander of Shenjiying."

"Wait a minute." Zhu Zhanjun stopped him again, "First, let me congratulate you on your promotion. Then, can you tell me why the Shenjiying is here?"

"Uh." Jiang An was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "If it's not here, then where is it?"

Zhu Zhanjun stared at the confused guy in front of him, turned around and went into the house, about to close the door.

"Hey, Your Highness, please wait a minute."

Jiang An stretched out his legs to block the door and asked, "How should the team train next?"

"How you train is none of my business. Ask your commander."

Jiang An looked helpless: "I would like to ask, but there is no question."

"No?"

Zhu Zhanjun was confused now. Wasn't Liu Sheng the commander of the Shenjiying? How could this guy say no?

Jiang An said quickly: "The highest-ranking officer in the entire Shenji Camp is me, the deputy commander. I have also asked His Majesty, and His Majesty said that he has not yet chosen a candidate, so let me take the lead first."

"Then the Ministry of War issued a transfer order and asked us to be stationed here, saying that this place is spacious and suitable for our training."

"Although I am from the musket team, I have never managed a team composed entirely of muskets and artillery."

"Go to His Majesty and ask how to train."

Thinking of what happened yesterday, Jiang An said with a bitter face: "In the end, His Majesty didn't even meet me. He just sent someone to tell me to go and ask whoever I like."

"You know my origins. I am from the frontier army. I don't know anyone in the capital except you, Your Highness."

"It just so happens that this garrison is your territory, so I thought that your Majesty must have asked me to come to you."

After saying this, he looked at Zhu Zhanjun flatteringly and said, "We set up camp last night, and I came here early in the morning."

"In order not to disturb your rest, I will not let Brother Tiger and the others disturb you."

Zhu Zhanjun twitched his lips and said unhappily, "Then I should thank you."

After saying that, he kicked the other person on the leg.

Jiang An groaned and retracted his legs, and Zhu Zhanjun slammed the door shut.

Looking at the closed door, Jiang An touched his nose.

He is telling the truth, why doesn't Your Highness believe it?

On the steps of the nearby eaves, Xiaohu was sitting upright, holding two big meat buns in one hand and a large porcelain bowl filled with millet porridge in the other.

He slurped the drink and took a bite of the big bun. The fat inside made him squint his eyes in happiness.

He swallowed it in one gulp, and seeing the depressed Jiang An, he smiled and said, "I told you that you shouldn't have come. See, I was right. Haven't you eaten yet? Come, have a bun."

Jiang An sat down next to him, took the bun and took a bite.

His eyes drifted around, and seeing that they were all friends he knew, he lowered his voice and whispered, "Please persuade His Highness when you get back. This is a good opportunity, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Xiaohu stuffed the last bite of the bun into his mouth without saying anything. He finished the millet porridge, wiped his mouth and said, "I am just a guard protecting His Highness. Don't tell me about this, and I dare not pass on the message for you."

He stood up, patted his butt, and drove the guest away, saying, "Are you full? If you are full, go back."

After saying that, he picked up the large bowl and staggered to the small kitchen to continue serving rice.

Jiang An looked at Xiaohu's back, then turned back to look at the closed room, thoughtfully.

After a moment, he stood up and shouted to the small kitchen: "Brother Tiger, give me a bowl of porridge. I'm choking."

In the room, Zhu Zhanjun was lying on the bed, wondering what the old man meant.

The newly established Shenji Battalion was stationed next to him, and the deputy commander who temporarily led the team was his former subordinate. Although it was temporary, the two of them had a good relationship during the half month, and he was already considered half of his people.

The old man's move seemed to be a subtle way of increasing the strength of his hands.

Shenji Camp, one of the three major camps.

Although it has just been established, the positioning given by the court will definitely be extraordinary in the future. Whoever controls this army will be a top-notch presence in the court.

Honestly, it's pretty tempting.

However, there is no free lunch in the world. Even if there is, it is either a discus or a trap.

If the old man really wants to give it to him, he can just appoint him directly.

This secretive approach not only failed to surprise Zhu Zhanjun, but instead made him feel as if there was a threat behind him.

The Shenjiying is the bait.

Thinking of this, Zhu Zhanjun sat up from the bed, startling Quan who was changing clothes next to him.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Quan didn't even bother to change clothes and hurried forward to check.

Zhu Zhanjun waved his hand, "Nothing, go get ready to wash up."

After confirming that Zhu Zhanjun was really fine, Quan tidied her clothes, called the servants, and prepared to wash Zhu Zhanjun.

Thinking about the old man's character and way of doing things, Zhu Zhanjun for some reason remembered a sentence that his father Zhu Pangpang often said.

"What others can give you, others can also take away. When you are useful, you are good in everything. When you are useless, even the sight of you is annoying."

"When it's useless, when it's useless, what if it's always useful?"

Zhu Zhanjun's eyes gradually brightened and he jumped directly from the bed without even wearing shoes.

He walked out of the door and shouted to Jiang An, who was squatting at the door of the small kitchen with Xiao Hu, drinking porridge: "Call all the troops. I want to see if they are worthy of the name of Shenjiying."

Jiang An, who was chatting with Xiaohu, brightened up when he heard this. He drank the remaining millet porridge in a few mouthfuls and threw the bowl to Xiaohu.

"Yes, Your Highness."

He responded happily, without paying any attention to the deputy commander's demeanor, and ran out of the imperial farm happily.

"Your Highness."

Xiaohu, holding two bowls, looked confused. His Highness was avoiding them just now, so why did he accept them now?

Zhu Zhanjun smiled and said, "Why not take advantage of it? Worrying about this and that will not make people think you understand the rules, but will make people look down on you."

Zhu Zhanjun wants the Shenjiying.

He had just figured it out.

The old man is a man with a strong desire for control, and he is also a very decisive person.

People with this kind of personality are very annoying, they are indecisive and hesitant.

Shenjiying is a test question given by the old man, and it is also a judgment.

A ruler needs to take the overall situation into consideration, and more importantly, he needs to make decisions when necessary and have extraordinary courage.

He couldn't hide anything he did from the old man.

The overall view and long-term vision should have met the old man's expectations.

But the old man wanted to see whether Zhu Zhanjun would hesitate when faced with a choice, or act decisively and break it in one fell swoop.

The Shenji Camp is both a bait and a benefit, as well as a protection. It depends on whether Zhu Zhanjun has the courage to take it all in one bite.

(End of this chapter)