On the blue sea, a large fleet of ships is sailing.

There were sixty or seventy ships in this fleet, all of them huge behemoths, and on the sides of each of them were six black cannon barrels sticking outward.

Loaded with twelve naval guns, in the whole world, only Da Ming has such an almost unrivaled sea power.

In the center of this huge fleet was an even larger flagship, with two large flags with Chinese characters hanging from its sails.

Book.

"The Maritime Director of the Imperial Front Division of the Ming Dynasty."

"Emperor Minglian's plenipotentiary envoy Zheng."

Yes, this is Zheng He's fleet to the West.

Directly in front of the flotilla, the pilot ship waved its flag, and the sailors on the watchman on the flagship hurried down to a bedroom and tapped lightly.

"Father-in-law, the flag is waved ahead, we are almost at Quanzhou Port."

Footsteps sounded in the room, and in a short time the door was opened from within, revealing a swarthy but extremely spirited handsome face.

It's Zheng He.

This man, who has been adrift at sea for almost half of the past twenty years since Zhu Yunwen ascended the throne, is full of excitement and excitement between his eyebrows at this moment.

"After three years of absence, I finally returned to my hometown."

Standing on the deck, Zheng He felt that even the sea breeze was much sweeter.

With his eyes closed and his arms open, Zheng He couldn't wait to embrace his motherland.

Although I am very excited, I still have to go through the process.

In the face of this huge fleet that returned from the original route, Quanzhou Port naturally had to send ships to pick it up, and by the way, it was also necessary to check its identity.

Zheng He naturally did not have any arrogant refusal in this regard, waved the flag to signal the ship, personally guarded the deck, and waited for someone to come with a smile on his face.

"The commander of the Quanzhou fleet of the last admiral's navy, Jin Jiang has met the governor of the capital."

Zheng He was added to the title of Jinghai Governor by Zhu Yunwen in the early years, so in the military, some low-quality officers basically called Zheng He the Governor.

"No need to be polite, no need to be polite."

Goodbye to his hometown family, Zheng He was even more happy, hurriedly took a few steps forward and raised Jin Jiang's forearm, and took out his token to prove his identity.

"You can arrange to enter the port."

After a few words of greeting, Zheng He couldn't wait to put forward the request to enter the port, but he didn't expect Jin Jiang to be embarrassed.

"This one can be a little hard."

Afraid that Zheng He would misunderstand, Jin Jiang hurriedly explained: "Just now, Liang Daoyi, the king of Nanhua, has just arrived at Quanzhou Port and disembarked. ”

Zheng He raised his eyebrows and was happy: "Lao Liang, that guy is the king?" ”

When Zheng He went to sea a few years ago, Liang Daoyi hadn't yet handed over the table to Zhu Yunwen that he wanted to be the king.

I never thought that as soon as I came back, everyone would be kings.

"What did he do when he came to our Daming."

Since he couldn't enter the port for a while, Zheng He was not in a hurry, so he simply chatted with this Jin Jiang on the deck.

"Isn't this the 40th year of the Emperor's Ming Dynasty, and in another month it will be the fifth day of November, the 40th birthday of the monarch's father, and it is also the National Day ceremony of the Ming Union.

Therefore, the kings of the countries under the jurisdiction of the Ming Union have arrived one after another at this node to celebrate the National Day and also to the birthday of the monarch. ”

It's been 40 years since Huang Ming!

Zheng He sighed with a lot of emotion: "Time flies really fast in a flash." ”

In my memory, the year when I was first summoned from the Yanwang Mansion to face the saint, Zhu Yunwen seemed to have just ascended the throne, twenty-one or twenty-two years old?

Now the emperor is going to celebrate his fortieth birthday.

And what about yourself?

Zheng He realized that he was almost fifty years old.

When I think about it like this, my heart is like an arrow.

"Is His Royal Highness King Yan okay?"

Growing up with Zhu Di since he was a child, practicing literature and martial arts, he spent every New Year in Zhu Di's house, and Zheng He's feelings for Zhu Di were naturally very deep.

And the friendship between the two is irreversible, it has never been a secret in the Ming military, every time there is a feast, whenever the two are present at the same time, Zheng He must find Zhu Di to toast, and the latter will cordially call a sentence: "My good son." ”

It's like father and son.

So Zheng He asked, Jin Jiang hesitated a little, and finally said hard.

"His Royal Highness King Yan has retired, and now he is enjoying his old age in peace, teasing his grandson and envying others."

This answer immediately surprised Zheng He.

"How so?"

Calculating the age, Zhu Di is only sixty years old, and he has not reached the red line of retirement at all, how could he retire from this vital position so suddenly?

Besides, when he set sail from Arabia and returned, the battle of the Timurid Khanate had not yet been completed, and Ma Dajun and Zhang Fu had just joined forces with Samarkand and forced Shahruxi to hunt.

These two people can be regarded as brought out by Zhu Di, and if Zhu Di is removed like this, will it affect the battle on the front line?

The emperor never had a quarrel with King Yan, unless something big happened.

As soon as he thought of this, Zheng He's heart twitched.

"But the three sons under King Yan's knees, who committed a disaster."

Hearing Zheng He's words, Jin Jiang didn't plan to hide it, after all, even if he didn't say it, he would know it when Zheng He returned to Nanjing, and even in Quanzhou.

simply opened his mouth and responded directly: "The third son caused trouble and harmed the lives of the people, and he has been punished by the law. ”

Zheng He, who really let himself guess, only feel a headache in his heart.

Zhu Di's third son, Zhu Gaochi grew up in Nanjing, and his relationship with Zheng He is not very close.

After decades of relationship, now that he is middle-aged, he has lost his best friend, Rao is Zheng He has seen life and death for a long time, and he has been speechless for a while.

"How are the two brothers, Gao Chi and Gao Xu, now?"

Since Zhu Di has already resigned, Zheng He is worried about the two brothers Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Gaoxu, but don't be stewed for this, it would be too regrettable.

"It's all good."

Jin Jiang hurriedly took two steps forward, soothed Zheng He's back, and comforted him: "Zhu Ge Lao still lives in Wenhua Hall as a scholar, and the king of Gaoyang County is currently the governor of the Northern Army, and he goes to Liaodong and Moting to supervise the military affairs of the bandits and Qing Kou. ”

One family, two first-class masters, can be regarded as the emperor's deep grace.

In this way, Zheng He finally felt a little relieved.

What I am afraid of is that Zhu Gaosui will make a mistake alone, and the disaster will be full of trouble.

Otherwise, when I returned to Nanjing this time, I really didn't know how to face the saint.

When it comes to feelings, Zheng He is still closer to Zhu Laosi's family after all.

For the emperor, Zheng He is the same as everyone in the whole Ming Dynasty, unconditionally worships Zhu Yunwen as a faith, and prefers to die for the emperor.

But that is a public heart, and it is not the same thing as a private relationship with Zhu Di's family.

The two chatted a few more words, and the sound of gongs and drums sounded in the direction of Quanzhou Port.

"King Nanhua has set off, we can enter the port."

Zheng He took a deep breath and turned to look at his own soldiers.

"Flag wave, the fleet returns to port, let's go home!"