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

Chapter 92 Yes, I betrayed you again (Please subscribe)
Zhu Zhanjun leaned back in the chair, enjoying the gentle massage from the little girl Qiu Yu.

As the hurried footsteps stopped, he slowly opened his eyes.

The moonlight tonight was very bright, and his eyesight was better than that of an average person, so he could clearly see the cautious man a hundred steps away.

The man stopped, and the dense crowd behind him also stopped and looked around in confusion.

"What's going on? Isn't that the second emperor's grandson? Go and catch him. Why did the boss stop?"

"I don't know, maybe the boss discovered the problem."

The sound of discussion rang out among the crowd. The man standing at the front, facing Zhu Zhanjun's calm gaze, gradually began to sweat on his forehead.

Everything went too smoothly, too smoothly.

The person to be caught was sitting there waiting, and there was no one else around except the two maids. It was a very weird scene.

It's a fraud, absolutely a fraud.

"Go, go quickly, we've fallen into a trap."

The man chose to trust his inner instinct, yelled, turned around and ran.

"Beep beep beep..."

Suddenly, a whistle sounded and dense footsteps came from all directions.

The man was shocked and looked around, he saw teams of Shenjiying soldiers running towards him quickly in neat steps.

"Damn it, I fell into a trap."

"This is a trap, run!"

"No matter where you run, the back is blocked."

Chaos broke out in an instant, and the hundreds of people who followed the man rushed over looked nervously at the soldiers of the Shenji Camp who were slowly pressing forward from their surroundings.

"bass!"

The officer in charge drew his sword and shouted, "Everyone, aim!"

"Shh!"

The soldiers of the Shenji Camp who surrounded these people raised their muskets in unison.

"Don't fire, we surrender, we surrender, we are all family!"

"Ding Dong..."

One guy nervously dropped the sword in his hand, raised his hands and shouted surrender.

Seeing this, the others followed suit, dropped their weapons, raised their hands and shouted out their identities.

Unfortunately, the soldiers of the Shenji Camp ignored them and continued to wait quietly for the officers' orders.

"Your Highness, we were forced to do this, King Han..."

Upon seeing this, the man realized that it was useless to ask the soldiers for help, so he quickly turned to the gate of the imperial farm and loudly stated that he and others were forced to come here.

But before he could finish his words, the young man sitting on the chair stood up and turned to walk into the imperial manor.

"Fire!"

The officer on standby saw his highness turn around and enter the imperial manor. A cold light flashed in his eyes and he swung his sword fiercely.

"No!"

"Bang bang bang..."

“Puff, puff, puff…”

The bullets flew out accompanied by smoke and fire, penetrated the crowd and pierced through bodies.

When the first row finished shooting, they squatted down without hesitation, and the soldiers from the Shenjiying on standby in the second row raised their muskets and lit the fuses.

"Bang bang bang..."

The third row, the fourth row...

When the soldiers in the fifth row finished shooting, the officer gave the order to collect their guns.

In fact, after the third row of shooting, there were no longer any of the four or five hundred people left standing alive.

The reason for the subsequent shooting is to let the soldiers experience real combat and coordination in formations and other aspects.

As a result, the officer was very satisfied.

Facing four or five hundred enemies, the 2000 soldiers of the Shenji Battalion easily defeated the enemy without any casualties.

Sheathing his sword, the officer shouted, "The fourth platoon will clean up the battlefield, then stay to guard the imperial farm, and the rest will return to the camp to rest and wait for orders."

Soon the troops assembled, and under the command of the officers, the soldiers carried their muskets and marched in neat steps, trotting towards the military camp.

Zhu Gaosui, who was sitting quietly in the tent, closed his eyes silently when he heard the dense gunfire coming from afar.

"Don't blame me, Lao Er. You really have no chance of winning."

After returning to the room, Zhu Zhanjun closed his eyes and entered the space.

Old Zhu and others have already gone to work in the fields. Old Zhu, who always likes the excitement, did not ask Zhu Zhanjun to broadcast the show tonight. It is true that he likes to watch the excitement, but who would like to watch the excitement of his own family?

Watching your own descendants killing each other would only make you feel depressed.

Zhu Zhanjun did not bother him, knowing that Old Zhu must be in a bad mood tonight. If he had not wanted to wait for Xia Yuanji to come over and report the situation, he would not even have entered the space.

It was not until the second half of the night that Zhu Zhanjun received a request from Xia Yuanji to enter the space.

With a wave of his hand, Xia Yuanji appeared in front of the thatched hut.

He first glanced at the four figures busy in the farmland in the distance, and then bowed to Zhu Zhanjun.

"Your Highness."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and led the other party to the pond.

"How's the situation over there?"

Xia Yuanji sighed and said, "As soon as you guys started making noise, they started fighting over there."

"As soon as they arrived at the gate of the imperial city, they were surrounded by a large number of soldiers and horses. The King of Han did not resist, but simply threw away his weapons and surrendered."

"The King of Han is now kneeling outside of your Majesty's study. The others have all been taken away by the Royal Guards, including the scholars who participated in the sit-in protests in the past few days."

"Except for them, His Majesty really used the empty seal as an excuse to have the Royal Guards arrest a large number of people."

"When I came here just now, many people in the Ministry of Revenue were arrested."

"I guess if Your Majesty didn't think I was still useful, I would probably be in the Imperial Guard now."

Xia Yuanji looked more and more depressed as he spoke: "I was already very busy with the upcoming Northern Expedition, and now that so many people have been captured at once, I can forget about having any time to rest before the New Year."

"Thank you for your hard work." Patting Xia Yuanji's shoulder comfortingly, Zhu Zhanjun said, "Don't get involved in the new empty seal case. The old man is determined to crack down on it. If you talk nonsense and plead for others, I will go to the Jinyiwei to rescue you."

Xia Yuanji smiled bitterly and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. I am busy enough with the Ministry of Revenue. I really don't have time to get involved in these matters."

"Alas." Old Xia sighed softly, "When the signs started to emerge in the past two years, I knew it would be like this, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. This time, I'm afraid many people will fall into it."

He looked up at Zhu Zhanjun and asked, "Your Highness, do you have anyone you want to add? If so, please tell me. When Your Majesty asks us to recommend new personnel in the future, I will have someone to choose from."

Zhu Zhanjun rolled his eyes unhappily: "Do you think I have anyone?"

Xia Yuanji thought about it and it seemed that this prince really didn't have it.

This prince of ours grew up in the palace when he was a child, staying with the queen and never going out.

After that, he was gone for another two years and has only been back for about a month. Where can he find talent?

The two exchanged some information briefly and then left.

Tonight is an eventful night. One is the emperor's grandson and the other is the Minister of Revenue. They may be summoned at any time, so it is best to make preparations in advance.

When it was almost dawn, an order came from the palace, and the old man asked Zhu Zhanjun to bring Zhu Gaosui over.

Zhu Zhanjun changed his clothes, asked Ergou to take care of the imperial farm, and went to Shenjiying with Xiaohu and some palace guards.

"Your Highness."

Jiang An didn't seem to have any rest, and he patrolled the camp with his men fully armed.

"Where is the man?"

Zhu Zhanjun nodded and asked in a low voice.

"It's locked up in the central tent. It's very stable. There's no trouble."

Zhu Zhanjun nodded slightly: "Well, I won't go in, bring him here."

Soon, Zhu Gaosui was brought over alone.

"Uncle Three."

Zhu Zhanjun greeted him. Zhu Gaosui looked up at Zhu Zhanjun who was sitting on the horse, was silent for a while, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Get in the car, Grandpa wants to see you."

Zhu Zhanjun did not attack his third uncle's men because before he did so, his third uncle had someone give him four words.

"Be careful with the candle!"

After Zhu Zhanjun reported the situation to the old man, the old man brought him a small imperial edict.

There was only one word on it, a big "Get lost."

From this we can see that the old man is very pleased that his third son has stopped in his tracks.

It was for this reason that when faced with his second uncle's stubborn subordinates, Zhu Zhanjun gave the order to kill without hesitation.

As for Uncle San and his people, choosing to detain them can be regarded as a way of giving Uncle San a heads-up in advance.

As for what the future will be like, it depends on the choice of this uncle himself.

No emperor would have nothing better to do than kill his uncle and smear himself, except, of course, that fool Zhu Yunwen.

(End of this chapter)