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

Chapter 128 Zhu Zhanhe: Grandpa, the tea is cold again!
Seeing Yesen fall to the ground again, the air in the entire tent was so quiet that you could hear a drop of water!
Especially Emperor Yongle, his eyes were fixed on Zhu Zhanhe, his heart filled with shock! He was surprised at the ruthlessness and determination of his grandson, but at the same time he was very interested in Zhu Zhanhe's proposal!

Throughout the dynasties, all foreign wars have cost countless money!

But this high-spirited grandson in front of him has opened up a new world for everyone!

The winner takes it all!
The loser loses everything!
Since the change of dynasties can be like this! Then, the same can be said for foreign wars! At this moment, Emperor Yongle seemed to have awakened something strange, and his eyes began to emit a strange light.

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor!

This humble servant has come to pay homage to the Great Emperor! I have gifts to present to him! "Just as Emperor Yongle was lost in his beautiful fantasy, Yesen, who had slumped to the ground, made a move.

Yesen put the staff in his hand on the ground, knelt on the ground respectfully, and bowed his head to the ground, indicating that he came here to give a gift to His Majesty the Emperor.

"Oh? You have a gift for me!

"Tell me about it!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at Yesen who was kneeling very respectfully and decided not to tease him anymore. So, Zhu Zhanhe leaned back on the chair lazily, supporting his forehead with his hand and tilting his head to let Yesen talk.

"Your Majesty, the Respected Emperor!
I have come to pay homage to you this time, following the instructions of Mahamu, the chief of the Wala tribe, and have specially selected 500 excellent war horses from the tribe!
Two thousand big sheep!
Specially presented to His Majesty the Great Emperor!" Yesen replied respectfully, not even daring to raise his head.

"Oh? Considering the strength of your Wala tribe, it took quite a bit of effort to come up with these!

I am still very satisfied!

but!

Don't think that offering these animals!

I will not pursue the matter of your Wala tribe invading the border of my Ming Dynasty!

The Tatars are invading the border! Your Oirat tribe is no better! " Zhu Zhanhe was half-leaning, but the dull voice in his mouth made Yesen tremble uncontrollably.

"Your Majesty the Great Emperor, please understand!

Our Wala tribe is naturally close to the Celestial Empire!
However, there are always people in the tribe who cannot resist the temptation of the Tatars and do wrong things!
Please forgive me, Your Majesty the Emperor!
When I return, I will report to the leader and eliminate this disaster!

Give the Celestial Empire an explanation! "The shadow in Yesen's heart at this moment was probably larger than the entire grassland area of ​​the Wala tribe! So, he loudly stated that after returning, he would immediately deal with those disobedient guys!

"Your filial piety is commendable!

I'll accept the gift!
Didn’t you say that you wanted to lead the expedition as my vanguard?
Give you a chance!
Before I go to war, I first want to see your sincerity in willing to fight for my Ming Dynasty!
you!
Do you understand?!" Zhu Zhanhe raised his head and looked at Yesen who was still kneeling. The murderous intent in his tone made people shudder.

"I will obey the order of His Majesty the Great Emperor!" Yesen knew that the sincerity Zhu Zhanhe was talking about was what he had just said, those people who were causing chaos on the border of the Ming Dynasty! But Yesen had no choice but to agree!
"Yeah! Very good!
You just said that your grandfather asked you to bring a gift!

Why didn't your grandfather, the leader, come?!" Zhu Zhanhe continued to question Yesen, his words full of scrutiny.

How could this great emperor be so moody! How terrible! Is he unhappy because my grandfather didn't come? After hearing what Zhu Zhanhe said, Yesen's heart was instantly lifted again.

"In reply to the words of His Majesty the Great Emperor,
My grandfather Mahamu fell off his horse and was injured. He is currently unable to get out of bed and is lying in bed recuperating in the tribe.

Before coming here, he specifically asked me to apologize to His Majesty the Great Emperor! It must be said that Yesen's character is indeed good. Even though he was tossed around by Zhu Zhanhe like this, his heart was in turmoil, but he still spoke clearly and logically. He is a rare talent! Looking at Yesen in front of him, Zhu Zhanhe made a conclusion about Yesen in his heart.

"So he's sick?

I thought he was avoiding me?!
But since he is sick, let him rest well!
If you need medicine or a medical officer, just let me know!
"My Ming Dynasty is still very friendly to friends!" Zhu Zhanhe looked at Yesen, whose head was sweating, and spoke softly. However, Zhu Zhanhe told him with a hidden meaning that we are very friendly to friends! We are also cruel to enemies!

Zhu Zhanhe picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and felt that today's conversation was almost over.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern! I, your humble servant, would like to thank Your Majesty on behalf of my grandfather!"
I sincerely wish His Majesty the Great Emperor a long and prosperous life!" Yesen was also a very perceptive person. When he saw Zhu Zhanhe serving tea, he immediately kowtowed and spoke auspicious words.

Zhu Zhanhe put down the cold teacup in his hand and complained in his heart: What kind of tea is the emperor drinking? Why is there not even any hot water?

Zhu Zhanhe put down the teacup in his hand, frowned slightly, and spoke first to Ye who was still kneeling neatly below.

"Go down!" Zhu Zhanhe waved his hand gently, indicating that he could leave.

When Yesen saw the gesture that allowed him to leave, he was obviously relieved, but he still stood up with his staff, then respectfully bowed and touched his chest to the seated Zhu Zhanhe, then slowly backed away and left the tent.

With Yesen's departure, the entire tent fell into endless silence, and no one dared to speak first.

Everyone looked at each other, their eyes full of discomfort and uneasiness!

Even Prince Han opened his mouth but didn't dare to speak.

Emperor Yongle also stopped fiddling with the incense burner and scanned everyone in the room with sharp and complex eyes, as if he wanted to discover something!
"Grandpa, why is your tea cold again!" Just when everyone was hesitant to speak and at a loss, Zhu Zhanhe took the yellow teacup of Emperor Yongle again and took a sip. He frowned and put the teacup on the table. Then Zhu Zhanhe spoke.

As soon as Zhu Zhanhe said this, the atmosphere in the entire tent suddenly became strange. Everyone looked at Zhu Zhanhe with strange expressions, not knowing what to say.

Brother, look at the atmosphere in this room!
The emperor wanted to transfer military power to the crown prince, but you intercepted it!

You scared the Wala envoy to death just now!
He also said so many absurd and hair-raising words!

Now that the matter is over, why don’t you explain it to the emperor quickly!

What did you say the tea was too cold?!
What does it have to do with you whether the tea is cold or not? !

Besides, can you use that teacup?!

That's something the emperor uses, okay?!

Look again, the emperor's expression has changed! Why don't you take a quick look?

……

At this moment, countless generals in the tent were heartbroken and speechless. They complained helplessly in their hearts. They really wanted to see what was in the head of this Prince of Han!
(End of this chapter)