"Zhan'er-", at this time, the heartbroken Zhu Di roared, and slashed at the "Bald Polo" from behind, and the "Bald Polo" instinctively deflected his head, and the big knife slashed him in the shoulder, and the blood immediately flowed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At this time, Zheng Heng, Marquis of Wu'an, led the Chinese army, Marquis Chen Mao of Ningyang, Marquis Li Bin of Fengcheng led the left and right posts, and Wang Tong, Marquis of Chengshan, and Tan Qing, the governor of the capital, led the left and right shut, and rushed over together.

Seeing that the plan to encircle and annihilate the emperor's grandson could not succeed, and that they were already in danger, Ma Hamu and the "Bald Polo" took advantage of the opportunity to escape from the encirclement and escape far away when the Ming army generals rescued Zhu Zhanji.

At this time, Zhu Di was anxious, he saw that the sword of the leader of Wara "put Bald Polo" was in the heart of his grandson, and he was afraid that the emperor's grandson would be more auspicious, and he had no intention of killing the enemy at this time, so he ordered Wu'an Hou Zheng Heng to lead the Chinese army, Ningyang Hou Chen Mao, Fengcheng Hou Li Bin continued to pursue, and he was under the protection of Chengshan Marquis Wang Tong and Governor Tan Qing to run to the imperial grandson as soon as possible.

At this time, Li Qian, the eunuch closest to Zhu Zhanji, saw that all the enemies around him were dead and fled, so he spared his strength, quickly flew and jumped onto Zhu Zhanji's horse, and took the imperial grandson, who was falling downward, from the horse, and held him in his arms.

Li Qian saw the blood gushing from the emperor's chest, his face was pale, and he already knew in his heart that he had caused a catastrophe, so without waiting for Zhu Di to come over to ask for the guilt, he suddenly backhanded a sword and stabbed himself in the throat.

The gurgling blood suddenly gushed out of his throat, "Your Majesty, the criminal minister ...... you" Before Li Qian could finish this sentence, he fell in front of Zhu Di in a half-kneeling posture.

Zhu Di hurriedly used his sword to push Li Qian away and held Zhu Zhanji in his arms.

"Zhan'er, you have to support the ......"

"Grandpa Huang, I ......" Zhu Zhanji used all his strength, shouted, and fell unconscious.

Zhu Di didn't wait for the imperial doctor to come over, and hurriedly untied Zhu Zhanji's armor and clothes layer by layer. He found that the sword of "Bald Polo" was really ruthless, and it actually pierced through the armor and hit the heart.

"Bald Polo" is a famous swordsman in Warat, and if he stabs him in the chest, unless there is a miracle, it will be an arrow through the heart.

Zhu Di had never been worried at this time, this iron man who had never prayed, couldn't help but pray in his heart at this moment, Sun Erji was a natural appearance.

Finally, when the last piece of clothing was untied, a stack of hard rice paper for war drawings stained red with blood fell down.

Zhu Di recognized at a glance that these rice papers were the letterheads that his grandson wrote acacia, and at this moment they had become soft because they were soaked in blood.

Seeing this thick paper, Zhu Di suddenly felt happy, it seems that a miracle has really appeared, and there is also a living mouth under the sword of "Bald Polo".

Sure enough, Zhu Di was pleasantly surprised to find that although the sword "Bald Polo" was pierced deeply, because of the cushioning of this stack of thick cardboards, the blade of the sword slightly deviated from the direction of the heart.

He hurriedly took out the gold creation medicine he had brought with him, sprinkled it on the wound, and then burned Zhu Zhanji's wound with fire, so that the blood vessels around the wound constricted and no longer bleed profusely.

At this time, the imperial physician of the army had already sent Chinese herbal medicines that were specially used to stop bleeding: Panax notoginseng, blood charcoal, crane grass, palm, puhuang, mugwort leaves, notoginseng ginseng, elm, white grass root, white and, locust flower, arborvitae leaves, thistle, madder, etc., Zhu Di personally kneaded them and put them on the wound of his grandson.

Zhu Di carefully held his grandson in his arms and personally escorted him into the camp.

Although Zhu Zhanji temporarily stopped the large amount of blood flowing out, he was already in a deep coma, and whether he could wake up was another hurdle.

"Keep those blood-stained letters for Zhan'er, and send someone to read them to him every day, until he wakes up." Zhu Di suddenly remembered something, and ordered the attendants around him to put away the scattered letterheads for Zhu Zhanji.

"By the way, this Li Qian, although he has caused a big disaster, he is also a man. Bury it on the spot and reward him with a hundred gold for his family. ”

In these days when Zhu Zhanji was in a coma, Zhu Di, in order to relieve the hatred in his heart, ordered Zheng Heng, Marquis of Wu'an, to lead the Chinese army, Chen Mao, Marquis of Ningyang, and Li Bin, Marquis of Fengcheng, to continue to pursue and kill fiercely, and beat the enemy, and killed more than 10 princes and thousands of soldiers in three days, and the Wara army was defeated and retreated.

The Ming army pursued the victory until it reached the Tushu River, and captured dozens of people, but the Wara leaders Mahamu and Taiping were like old foxes in the desert, and they still escaped far away.

Zhu Zhanji, who was in the camp, was in a coma for five days and five nights before finally breaking through the ghost gate.

In this battle, although the Ming army suffered heavy losses, the Ming army also suffered many casualties, not to mention that Yongle Emperor Zhu Di saw that the emperor's grandson had woken up, and was in a hurry to return to Beijing to let his grandson recuperate, so he immediately ordered the troops to be collected.

On the way back to the teacher, Zhu Zhanji suddenly sobered up, suddenly confused, and kept calling the name of "micro sister" in his mouth.

Zhu Di stared at his grandson's haggard face and was silent. The name Sun Lingwei left a deep impression on his heart.

This little girl Yongle was brought into the palace by Mrs. Peng Chengbo for eight years and was selected to be raised in the inner palace, and it has been 4 years in the blink of an eye.

This little girl was born with a beautiful appearance, and in the past few years, she has occasionally seen her, and she has become more and more beautiful and moving, and I heard that the crown princess also opened a "Ling Wei Painting Garden" for her, so that she can accept disciples in the palace.

And Zhan'er must be the most special student in this art garden.

Thinking of this, Zhu Di's brows furrowed tightly.

Although Zhan'er has been with him since he was a child, he has been involved in all of his martial arts, but Zhu Di has not discussed it with him in the class of love.

One is the emperor's family, how to talk about love, and the other is that Zhu Di himself thinks that he has lived for more than fifty years, and he is a failing student in the love class.

Therefore, he could only watch his grandson faintly call Sun Lingwei's name, silent.

He now had a little understanding of why his grandson had gone into danger without his permission this time.

"Maybe he missed Miss Sun in a trance, was reprimanded by me, regretted in his heart, and wanted to make up for his mistakes, so he listened to the instigation of the eunuch Li Qian." Zhu Di regretted himself.

"Fortunately, success is also Xiao He and defeat is also Xiao He, the matter started because of Miss Sun, but it was also because Miss Sun let him pick up a life." For a while, Zhu Di didn't know whether he liked or disliked this Sun girl.

When the army returned to the division, Zhu Di suddenly ordered that he would go to Lincheng, Shandong, and he would go to personally sweep the mausoleum of the virtuous concubine.

Yang Rong, an important minister of the army, heard the emperor talk about the tomb of the virtuous concubine, and suddenly reflexively remembered a person in his heart.

Who?

"Wang Banxian."

The mysterious Mr. Yin and Yang who was able to accurately calculate the birth date of the mother only by virtue of the death date of the virtuous concubine.

At that time, he left a mystery, a big mystery, a great prophecy about the current emperor, and Yang Rong didn't have time to ask at that time.

(Dear friends, what happened to Zhu Zhanji does not verify a sentence: love can make a person live or a person die.) Have you ever met that kind of love? ）