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

Chapter 67: The Prince Party’s Self-Rescue (Please Subscribe)
The people of the capital, who thought they were well-informed, were also enlightened today.

On the spacious official road, densely packed soldiers were running quickly, and the dust they raised made the people on both sides squint their eyes.

"Hurry up, you haven't eaten yet, you're running so slowly, and you're called an elite with your speed, my 70-year-old mother can run faster than you."

A soldier carrying a musket was kicked hard on the buttocks, and he heard the officer's extremely feminine greeting in his ears.

It's not just this soldier, the others are not much better.

If you slow down a little and slow down the team's progress, you will be greeted by the officers.

Zhu Zhanjun trotted beside the team and ran for seven or eight miles without showing any sign of fatigue on his face.

As he gains full authority over the space, his physical fitness will increase every time the space is expanded.

Although he was only ten years old, he was already as tall as an adult woman, and his speed, endurance and strength surpassed those of most adult men.

He could easily lift Quan, who weighed about 90 kilograms, with both hands.

Zhu Zhanjun may not have intentionally made things difficult for these soldiers during today's long journey.

These soldiers were the elite from various armies. To be one of the three elite battalions, it would be a lie to say that there was no pride in one's heart.

There is no difference between humans and animals. People will naturally look down on and despise those who are slightly weaker than them.

This is even more serious in the military. Veterans look down on new recruits, those who have been on the battlefield look down on those who have not, and the strong look down on the weak.

For a newly formed army, disunity is the biggest taboo.

Once such an army goes to the battlefield, no one will be willing to trust others with their backs. Under the condition of mutual distrust, once they encounter a strong attack from the enemy, they will collapse in an instant.

What Zhu Zhanjun needs to do is to break the arrogance of these people and then rebuild them so that everyone can be closely united.

Zhu Zhanjun was not worried that running at such an intense level at the beginning would make one tired.

Not to mention the elite status of these people, the food of the three camps is second to none in the Ming army.

Although it is not possible to eat oily food every day, it is still okay to eat it once every 3 to 5 days, and it is still enough to fill you up on weekdays.

In this era, except for the powerful and wealthy families, some rural landlords could not reach this level.

"My second nephew, this is quite impressive."

Andemen came into sight. Zhu Zhanjun was about to give the order to turn when a weird voice came from a carriage on the side of the road.

Zhu Zhanjun turned to look at the carriage, and saw his second uncle Zhu Gaoxu, who looked haggard. He lifted the curtain of the carriage and looked at him with a forced smile.

Waving to Xiaohu and asking him to turn the team, Zhu Zhanjun walked towards the carriage and said with pretended concern: "Uncle, you don't look right. You should get more sun."

"By the way, since you are not in the palace reviewing memorials, how do you have time to come out for a walk?"

"hehe."

Zhu Gaoxu sneered, "Nephew, don't blame your uncle for not reminding you. The army is a taboo for the old man. Even I dare not touch it. You better be careful."

He smiled meaningfully again and took out a few memorials and shook them.

"Do you know what's written on it?"

Zhu Zhanjun raised his eyebrows, "It's not appropriate for me to know about the government affairs of the court."

"Hehehe..."

Zhu Gaoxu smiled even more happily, pretending to be generous and said: "You are the grandson of the emperor, how can it be inappropriate to say so."

He unfolded one of them and placed it in front of Zhu Zhanjun: "Here... let me show it to you first, and I'll give it to the old man later."

Zhu Zhanjun took a glance and a gleam of light emanated from his eyes.

Having reviewed so many memorials for the old man, Zhu Zhanjun has become accustomed to ignoring the fancy articles and focusing directly on the key points.

The whole article contains a lot of content, but it only talks about one thing.

"In order to protect the inheritance of the country's foundation and reassure the hearts of the ministers, please appoint the crown prince to stabilize the people of the world."

Seeing Zhu Zhanjun finished reading, Zhu Gaoxu slowly took back the memorial and said with a smile: "Nephew, do you know who proposed it?"

"Alas." He sighed softly in a feigned sympathetic tone, "Listen to my second uncle's advice, don't mess around, it's not good for you. What's the point of being busy? In the end, you're just making wedding clothes for others. Just farm your land well."

Looking at that gloating face, Zhu Zhanjun was not angry at all: "Second uncle, my father is the prince."

The smile on Zhu Gaoxu's face froze.

Zhu Gaoxu's look of as if he had eaten fly shit made Zhu Zhanjun feel happy. He bowed, turned around and continued running with the team that had turned around.

Looking at the receding figure, Zhu Gaoxu snorted coldly for a long time.

"So what if you are the crown prince? I am still the regent now."

Feeling unhappy, he turned his head and looked at the guard driving the carriage and cursed: "You dead man, what are you still doing here? Are you waiting to eat dust?"

The guard, who was inexplicably scolded, did not dare to say a word. He whipped the horse, and the horse neighed and went towards Jiming Temple.

Zhu Zhanjun, who was running back with the team, didn't take what had just happened to heart at all.

Zhu Zhanjun could figure out the reasons for what his second uncle said with his toes. Those people proposed to enthrone the grandson, not really for Zhu Zhanji, but for his father Zhu Pangpang.

The second uncle Zhu Gaoxu was the regent, but this made the ministers who supported his father Zhu Pangpang very nervous, and they felt that this was a sign that the old man was going to change the crown prince.

In addition, the Donggong family of three sold things on the street a few days ago, which made them even more worried.

The old man is a man who cares a lot about his reputation. He would definitely be furious if he knew that the prince had done such a shameful thing.

In a rage, the desire to change the prince's heart will probably become a reality.

In order to prevent the crown prince in their minds from being replaced, they wanted to enthrone a crown prince to evoke the memory of the good grandson in the old man's heart.

With Zhu Zhanji's protection, the old man would endure it even if he was angry and leave the position of crown prince to his father Zhu Pangpang.

It was not stupid for Second Uncle Zhu Gaoxu to go to Jiming Temple and report these things to the old man.

His purpose in doing this was probably the same as those ministers, to arouse the good grandson in the old man's heart.

The purpose is to remind the old man, since you are not satisfied with me, the second son, competing with the eldest son, then if you keep training your second grandson vigorously, your good grandson will encounter the same problem in the future, or even more trouble than me.

With this speculation, Zhu Zhanjun couldn't help but sigh.

My second uncle is extremely powerful. In order to make the old man take back the Shenji Camp, he even resorted to means of hurting one thousand enemies and losing eight hundred of his own.

It is impossible not to admire such bravery.

After running fully armed for twenty miles, not to mention humans, even dogs would be exhausted and gasping for breath.

When they got closer to the imperial farm, the team that had originally set out in large numbers had now become sparse.

Most of them supported each other as they moved forward, and some even moved forward bit by bit.

Zhu Zhanjun was sweating a little and was the first to return to the starting point. He found a towel and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

It's not that he doesn't want to be served, but Hu Zi and the others are in the sparse team at the back, and they are moving forward with their tongues hanging out and breathing heavily.

"Two dogs."

Zhu Zhanjun called Ergou, who was helping the cook, and said, "Record all the people who arrived first and those who fell behind."

While Ergou took people to prepare, Zhu Zhanjun waited while stretching his body.

The team set out at noon, and it was not until noon that all the team members returned.

Zhu Zhanjun looked at the team and was still very satisfied.

As expected of the elite selected from the entire army, these soldiers had very good physical fitness and did not show any symptoms such as fainting from long-distance running.

Although he was satisfied in his heart, Zhu Zhanjun sarcastically said, "The so-called elite of the Ming Dynasty are not even as good as a child like me."

When these words were spoken, many soldiers showed a flash of anger on their faces, but then they became embarrassed.

It seemed as if this prince had run along with them, without any rest or help, and he was the first one to come back.

“All…all…all…”

Jiang An, who also fell to the last, endured the pain all over his body, struggled to climb up with the help of his sword, and weakly shouted to the soldiers to stand up.

Perhaps out of a last bit of shame and not wanting to be outdone by a child, the soldiers gritted their teeth, supported each other, and staggered to their feet.

Some of them couldn't hold on and fell to the ground, but their companions next to them would grit their teeth and pull them up.

Looking at the crooked team, Zhu Zhanjun finally showed a satisfied smile.

"I am Zhu Zhanjun, the second son of the Crown Prince of the Great Ming Dynasty. From today on, we will live together."

"I am very satisfied with our first exchange. I believe you all had a lot of fun too."

Soldiers: (*°°)v
Ignoring the angry looks of the soldiers, Zhu Zhanjun continued, "This is the first time, and it won't be the last. I believe that you are looking forward to the next exchange just like me."

Soldiers: ???

He raised his hand and pointed to the big pot: "There is delicious meat prepared for you. It is my gift to you all."

After saying that, Ergou waved his hand, picked up a gong, and banged it a few times with the pork shank bone he had just chewed, and shouted at the top of his voice: "All officers, bring your soldiers to line up for food. After eating, go back and take a hot bath. Today's training is over."

The soldiers, who had smelled the aroma long ago, heard that they could start eating, and their exhausted strength instantly surged up again. They urged their officers to line up quickly, fearing that if they were a step late, the meat would be snatched up by other teams and they would only be able to drink the soup.

What made them unhappy was that they were asked to drink salt water first instead of eating meat.

Although they complained a lot, an order was an order, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and drink a large bowl of salt water under supervision.

"Your Highness..."

Jiang An limped over, leaning on a knife, and looked at Zhu Zhanjun pitifully.

"Your Highness, can you tell me when the next one will be? I can prepare in advance."

Zhu Zhanjun looked Jiang An up and down after hearing this. His armor was in disarray. As Jiang An waited, he said, "Guess."

(End of this chapter)