Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

"Grandpa Emperor, if it weren't for Xing He Bo's action at the time, my grandson could not help it.

Zhu Zhanji rushed back to try to dissuade him, but Zhu Di's reaction was surprising.

Thinking of the scene at that time, Zhu Zhanji couldn't help but speak his own thoughts.

"Since Wala surrendered to my Daming and promised to return the exiled soldiers and civilians, why did he still insult my Daming people in Daming?"

"From the grandson's point of view, this is the manifestation of the ambition of the Wala people!"

Zhu Zhanji looked around for a week, and everyone couldn't help but focus on the future heir of Ming.

Zhu Di listened blankly, but made a fist with his right hand.

"If the Vara people really surrender, then how can they dare to despise my Daming people? How dare to draw their swords and face my Daming's Xing He Bo?"

"The grandson thought that the messenger could be detained, and ordered to reprimand it!"

Zhu Di relaxed his right hand and asked, "Where is Fang Xing?"

Zhu Zhanji was taken aback, took a peek at Zhu Di's face, and then said: "Xing Hebo took Jia Ding to restrain the woman, and said that he would erect a monument... Said this is the shame of my Ming army, which should be remembered forever. , Unforgettable!"

Lu Zhen was overjoyed when he heard this, thinking that Zhu Di is the biggest backstage of the military. You Fang Xing said like this, isn't that criticizing Ni Lin?

I see how you die!

Even Zhu Zhanji's heart was a little uneasy, worried about Zhu Dibiao.

Hu Guang had been silent for a long time, but at this time he came out and said: "Your Majesty, the minister thought that Xing He Bo's move was just right..."

Zhu Di snorted, stopped Hu Guang's following words, and then said disdainfully: "What can be written by the vertical post! It's all gone."

Xia Yuanji only relaxed at this time. After he went out, he deliberately walked with Hu Guang and said in a low voice: "Master Hu, at this time the dispute between civil and martial arts is provoked. It will do a lot of harm to me, but there is no benefit. You should be careful. !"

Hu Guang snorted, strode forward, and gradually left Xia Yuanji behind.

"Weizhe don't need to worry, haven't you seen that your majesty has stopped it?"

When Yang Rong saw Xia Yuanji standing still, he stepped forward and persuaded: "Xueshi Hu did not question Fang Xing just now. This is already taking care of the overall situation."

Xia Yuanji smiled bitterly: "I don't know how, but many people in the DPRK are dissatisfied with the martial artist, thinking that they have consumed my Da Ming tax but cannot end the war. If this dissatisfaction continues, I am worried that something will happen sooner or later. !"

Yang Rong was dumbfounded and smiled: "Weizhe, I think you think too much. With your Majesty, no big things will happen."

Xia Yuanji looked at Yang Rong hesitantly, but remembered Zhu Di's body in his heart.

...

Jubao Mountain.

Fang Xing felt that the flame in his chest hadn't gone out yet. He held the brush, but after thinking about it, he swiped it hard...

After writing the words, Fang Xing looked at the small soil bag in front of him, prayed silently, turned around and left.

The knife took the piece of paper and hurried to the city, ready to find a craftsman to carve the monument.

Knowing that it was Xinghe Bo's business, and that the knife was shot for silver, and immediately attracted an old craftsman.

"Ru Ruo eyes, my heart is disturbed!"

The old craftsman was shocked, how can this curse-like inscription be carved!

This is the rhythm to kill!

The old man immediately turned away the business, and Xiaodao slowly explained what happened to Yanniang, and finally said Fang Xing's original words.

"My uncle said that after the alien race on the grassland is destroyed, he should come to Yanniang's tomb to inform and change the inscription."

hiss……

Everyone present was shocked by the killing intent in these words.

This meant that Yan Niang should not rush to reincarnation, she should open her eyes first, and then close her eyes after seeing the Ming army wipe out the alien race and avenge her!

"Ru Ruo eyes, my heart is disturbed!"

Zhu Di looked down and said nothing.

Zhu Zhanji only felt that the flame in his heart was burning again, and he wished he could mount his horse with a knife and kill him on the grassland.

"Wala..."

Zhu Di's gaze stayed on Zhu Zhanji for a moment, then shook his head, his face full of determination.

We can't leave those alien races to our children and grandchildren!

That is my responsibility!

"Come on!"

"His Majesty!"

Zhu Di got up with a cold light in his eyes, "All the officials who came with the Wala mission will be dismissed and investigated, and the family property will be checked. If there is any discrepancy, he will not be amnesty!"

In the territory of Daming, it is a shame to let Daming's women be ravaged by foreigners!

And those officials who came to Beijing with the mission when they entered the customs are even more damn!

"Ru Ruo eyes, my heart is disturbed!"

Zhang Fu remained silent in the study for a long time, and finally left the Four Books and Five Classics, and found all the maps of the military books.

"Fang Xing is not ashamed!"

A group of generals in the five-army governor’s mansion all expressed their views after learning of this.

Fang Zheng sneered when he heard the words: "Uncle Xing He said that it is our mission to defend our family and the country, but when we get here, some people ridicule and sneer, really cold-blooded and contemptuous!"

Meng Ying, who was in charge of the five-army capital governor's house again, couldn't help but get a headache when he saw the noise below.

There is no news about Meng Xian's disappearance. Ma's is still making trouble in the Baoding Houfu. Fortunately, Zheng Heng was vomited blood by Fang Xingji, so that he would not lose his job.

"What if that woman is the sitting sister?"

Fang Zheng sneered, "Ning shamelessly!"

"Fang, what are you talking about?"

"I said, what if that woman is your sister?"

"I stun you to death!"

...

When this inscription reached the ears of envoys of various countries, everyone was not calm.

The North Korean envoy, Kim Si-li, always regarded himself very highly, thinking that North Korea was the first vassal state of Daming, so he found the Ministry of Ritual.

"Lu Shangshu."

Jin Sili bowed and said, "Xing He Bo's words are harmful to Daming."

Lu Zhen was thinking about Zhu Di's attitude today, and he snorted when he heard that.

Jin Sili shook his head and sighed: "Xing He Bo curs that the woman can't look down, this is a defeat! And the murderous inscription is revealed in the inscription. If it is not eliminated, the neighbors will be shocked and stunned!"

Lu Zhen wanted to sneer, but when he moved in his heart, he said calmly: "At this time, I can't wait to say it, otherwise there will be a conflict between civil and military, or send someone to get a copy?"

"This Kim's wish is also!"

Jin Sili, who was given a handful by Lv Zhenyin, immediately borrowed pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the Ministry of Rites ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The eloquent thousands of words began in ancient times, and then extended to the current diplomatic situation. All in all, this matter should be let Xing He Bo come out and give an explanation, otherwise the vassal will be eccentric and Daming will be in danger!

Daming attaches great importance to the vassal state, so Jin Sili's memorial was immediately sent to Zhu Di's case.

Zhu Di glanced casually, and then handed it to Zhu Zhanji beside him.

After Zhu Zhanji watched it, he couldn't help but smile and said, "If this person doesn't have ulterior motives, then he is pedantic."

Zhu Di nodded encouragingly, and Zhu Zhanji continued: "I, Daming, can make the four barbarians worship, first rely on the Ming army, and then culture. If my power is not strong, then culture will become a joke, just like A joke like the former Song!"

The prosperous culture of the pre-Song dynasty can be seen by the many Japanese people who came to borrow seeds.

But in the end, these cultures became the voice of subjugation under the saber, leaving only the endless sighs of future generations.