Ming Dynasty: The Crocodile King of Han Prince Zhu Gaoxu's Family

Chapter 126 Zhu Zhanhe: Raise your head and let me see you!

Sure enough, as Yesen suddenly knelt down in the direction of Prince Han, the air in the entire camp suddenly became quiet, and everyone could only hear faint breathing sounds.

No one dared to speak, staring blankly at everything in front of them, looking at each other in silence.

At this moment, Prince Han was filled with both joy and bewilderment! He was so proud that his head was almost raised to the sky.

What made Prince Han happy was that Yesen thought I was the emperor and that I had the temperament of an emperor! But what made Prince Han sad was that the person pretending to be the emperor today was actually the brat from the old family! And not him, Prince Han!
Prince Han twisted his stiff head, lowered his proud head, and looked towards Yesen, ready to give Yesen a good lecture.

At this moment, Yesen's gaze overlapped with that of Prince Han. Prince Han then felt that something was wrong. Wasn't Yesen looking at me? Why did he always look behind me?
Prince Han followed Yesen's gaze and saw that Yesen's gaze was actually on his back! My back? He'er?
Fuck you, you little bastard, you’re looking at my son?! Not me?! You little bastard…

In an instant, Prince Han greeted all eighteen generations of Yesen's ancestors in his heart!
At this moment, Prince Han felt that he was not feeling well! His face turned red and hot, and the heat in his body was about to come out. There was an unspeakable sad story in his eyes!

"I am Yesen of the Oirat tribe, and I pay my respects to His Majesty the Great Emperor of the Ming Dynasty!" Seeing that no one dared to speak, Yesen felt that he had guessed right. The tall and burly guy in front of him wearing a helmet was indeed the Great Emperor of the Ming Dynasty. So Yesen kowtowed again.

Zhu Zhanhe rolled his eyelids, and the helpless look under the armor revealed deep confusion. He turned his head slightly to glance at Zhu Zhanji, who was also confused. He saw that he was fidgeting and his face was flushed. Zhu Zhanhe felt that if there was a crack at this moment, Zhu Zhanji would crawl into it.

Emperor Yongle was shocked at first when he saw this sudden situation, but he did not show up. Instead, he looked at everything in front of him with interest. He really wanted to see how the two boys in front of him would solve this sudden situation.

Seeing that things had developed to this point, Zhu Zhanhe no longer cared. Any explanation at this time would be a cover-up.

So, Zhu Zhanhe decided to go big. I'm not going to pretend anymore. I'm the coolest guy in the room!

Zhu Zhanhe walked slowly out from behind the Prince of Han and came to the middle of the tent. He untied the sword at his waist and held the extra-long sword in his hand.

"How did you know that!" Zhu Zhanhe stuck the sword in his hand on the ground, stood with his horse and sword, put his hands on the hilt of the sword, lowered his head slightly, and glanced at Yesen who was kneeling.

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor is a real dragon, so he has the majesty of a real dragon. I am just a horse herder, so I naturally know that the majesty of a real dragon is unmatched!" When Yesen heard Zhu Zhanhe's voice, he quickly turned his body around and bowed his head deeply in front of Zhu Zhanhe.

Yesen's words instantly stunned the many generals in the room. They naturally knew that Zhu Zhanhe, as the most courageous warrior among the three armies, naturally possessed an unrivaled aura! But who could have imagined that this unrivaled aura was actually regarded by Yesen as the power of an emperor!

All the generals were stunned at what they saw, especially when they saw Zhu Zhanhe standing proudly with his sword in hand, and then they looked at the slightly thin, flushed-faced, decadent Crown Prince behind him. For a moment, even they felt that Zhu Zhanhe had a more imperial aura than him!

Zhu Zhanji, who was standing behind him, closed his eyes silently. He slowly stood up and stood in a corner. At this moment, Zhu Zhanji kept telling himself, I am the grandson of the emperor! I cannot let the dignity of the Ming Dynasty be destroyed! I must prioritize the interests of the Ming Dynasty! So at this moment, he chose to give in as the grandson of the emperor!
Emperor Yongle saw Zhu Zhanji's retreat and sighed slightly. It was unknown whether Emperor Yongle was satisfied or sighing at this moment.

Of course, the one in the best mood at the moment was naturally Prince Han. Although the person Yesen admitted was not him, that person was his son! My son is the best!
Prince Han's head was almost raised to the sky, and he looked down at everyone in the room. Seeing his second brother's expression and appearance, Prince Zhao felt very uncomfortable...

"You are a smart person and you know how to talk! Come, help me hold the sword!" Zhu Zhanhe praised Yesen and handed the sword in his hand to Yesen, asking Yesen to hold it.

"I will obey the Emperor's order!" Yesen knelt on one knee, holding the staff across his chest. He respectfully took the sword from Zhu Zhanhe and placed it together with the staff. The moment he took the sword, Yesen's eyes froze. This sword was incredibly heavy, probably weighing at least 15 pounds! This was the weight of a heavy weapon! And the sword was surprisingly long! This Emperor possessed extraordinary martial arts prowess! Yesen thought silently.

Look at the precious jewels inlaid on the scabbard of this sword, it looks extremely luxurious! He is really His Majesty the Great Emperor, I have not recognized him wrongly! At this moment, Yesen's heart is even more certain that he has not recognized the wrong person!

After Zhu Zhanhe handed the sword to Yesen, he took off the helmet on his head. In an instant, he felt the air was extremely fresh and his breathing became much smoother.

"Come!" Zhu Zhanhe held the helmet in one hand and reached for the sword in Yesen's hand with the other. Yesen also offered the sword with both hands with great foresight.

Zhu Zhanhe took the sword casually and turned to walk towards the chair behind him.

However, looking at the respectful Yesen, Zhu Zhanhe suddenly remembered Emperor Yongle's request to scare Yesen, so he decided to scare Yesen a little.

Then, Zhu Zhanhe turned around again and placed one end of the scabbard against Yesen's chin.

"Raise your head and let me see you!" Zhu Zhanhe lifted Yesen's chin with his scabbard, and just stood there looking down at Yesen.

At this moment, in Yesen's heart, the Great Emperor of the Ming Dynasty in front of him was so majestic and unattainable!

Suddenly, Zhu Zhanhe thought that standing so high up, wouldn’t it be an insult to Yesen?

So, Zhu Zhanhe slowly squatted down, shortened the distance between himself and Yesen, brought their heights to the same level, and then stared at the young grassland man in front of him.

"You are Yesen! I will remember you!" Zhu Zhanhe's mouth curled up into an indescribable smile, and he gently moved his ferocious eyelids, revealing a pair of majestic vertical pupils through the blindfold.

"Ah~!" In an instant, Yesen seemed to be struck by thunder. He screamed and fell backwards to the ground. He looked at Zhu Zhanhe blankly, his eyes full of fear and anxiety!
"Boring!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at the frightened Yesen, slowly stood up, walked to the chair, put the helmet in his hand aside, and sat down with his horse and sword, still holding the sword with both hands!

"What? Yesen! Are you looking down on me?" Zhu Zhanhe frowned at Yesen, who was still dazed and slumped on the ground. He shouted at Yesen harshly. The sound was like thunder, echoing throughout the tent.

Everyone looked at Zhu Zhanhe in astonishment, their hearts trembling. How could this voice be so majestic?! For a moment, an inexplicable emotion brewed in the eyes of the many generals in the room.

It was also these words that brought the dazed Ye back to his senses.

"Your Majesty, I am a humble commoner, a mere horse herder, and have never seen the face of a divine being. Today, I have seen a true dragon for the first time, and I was so overwhelmed by your aura that I lost my mind for a moment! Please forgive me, Your Majesty!"
Please forgive me, Your Majesty the Emperor!

Please forgive me, Your Majesty!" At this moment, Yesen no longer had the resolve and determination he had when he first arrived. He simply knelt on the ground, not even caring about the staff in his hand. He simply bowed his head to the ground and kowtowed repeatedly.

At this moment, there was no longer any leader of the Wala tribe, Yesen, but only Yesen who was praying for his life and kowtowing continuously!
(End of this chapter)