"Probe!" A hint of joy flashed across Zhu Di's face.

"Yes!" The spies exited the tent.

"Whereabouts unknown! Deserve! Dao Yan turned his anger into joy, "Who made him not know the height of the sky, haha!" He thought that if he acted half a month earlier, he would be able to win! ”

"I see." Shi thought for a moment, just picked up a bowl of rice, and slowly put it down.

"What do you understand?" Dao Yan was in a good mood when he heard the good news, and finally heard the cry for help from his stomach.

He quickly took two large mouthfuls of rice into his mouth.

"Fu, You, De!" Shi Shi said word by word, "Fu Youdetong is not the Yuan army, but the king of Jin!" ”

Zhu Di suddenly realized and tapped his bowl with chopsticks: "Yes, why didn't I think of it?" King Jin and Ying Guogong have a marriage contract, and they are also very close on weekdays. This time, my father asked me to go on a northern expedition with King Jin, and my intention was obvious. He was there to test the abilities of both of us. Ying Guogong naturally wants to help King Jin. ”

"I said, why haven't I seen him, a veteran, give some military advice these days." Dao Yan relieved his heart and became more and more energetic, "Fu Youde just wants to help his in-laws, and he is not a heinous person." ”

Zhu Di shook his head and sighed at his carelessness: "He has always avoided us, but he suddenly took the initiative to propose that the soldiers are hungry and tired, and they must hurry up to build a stove to cook." Why don't I have more eyes? It seems that he is trying to startle the snake and let Na'er not find out our whereabouts. Nai'er didn't run away, and King Jin would have a chance to catch him. ”

"Well, even if Nai'er doesn't see our cooking smoke, it's very likely that the King of Jin will see it, so they can follow us and find the place where Nai'er Buhua is hiding." Stone said.

"Okay, you Fu Youde!" Zhu Di slammed the table, and the few soybeans scattered half a bowl.

Dao Yan looked at Zhu Di aggrievedly, this was the only dish he could eat in the desert if he didn't eat meat.

"Your Highness, don't be angry." Shi said, "As long as we find Nai'er as soon as possible, Fu Youde will not be able to help King Jin even if he has the ability to reach the sky." Hehe, King Jin's whereabouts are unknown, how can Fu Youde contact him? ”

"From now on, all intelligence must be closed to him." Zhu Di scolded, and the anger of being deceived still did not decrease at all.

Five days later, the army of Zhu Di, the king of Yan, rushed to the capital mountain.

The soldiers and horses that fell from the sky scared the Northern Yuan army. It did not occur to them that the natural terrain superiority did not shelter them, and the harsh weather conditions did not drive away the enemy.

What they didn't expect was that the news that the Ming army was only a stone's throw away from them was not from their sentinels, but from lobbyists sent by the enemy to persuade them to surrender.

When Guantong was escorted into Nai'er Buhua's tent, Nai'er Buhua was drinking and having fun, hugging left and right, happy like a fairy.

For a while, he didn't believe the news that Guantong had brought him. He put on his armor, picked up his broadsword, and walked out of the tent.

Surrounded by bright torches, they were surrounded like a cage. The soldiers threw away their armor and ran and howled.

Although she had heard of the cruelty of war, she still did not understand why she was so happy one moment and lost her life the next.

"Let's guess how long it will take for them to surrender." Dao Yan didn't want to wait, so he thought of a way to relieve his boredom.

"Two sticks of incense!" Zhu Di said with a smile.

"A stick of incense!" Stone Road.

"A cup of tea!" Daoyan said.

"Hahaha!" The three laughed.

"Your Highness, do you hear the voices in the camp? There was a cacophony, a cry, some people called 'run', some people called 'it's over', but there was no sound of weapons. Daoyan said.

"Master, do you still know Mongolian?" Stone was taken aback.

"Hahaha! Guess. ”

"Let's wait and see the show!" Zhu Di crossed his hands on his hips.

The firelight is so beautiful, through the darkness, and the snow forms a beautiful world wrapped in red makeup.

The vast snow still falls slowly in front of the eyes of King Zhu of Jin every day, and the cold wind never stops its strings.

Zhu not only did not find Na'er Buhua, but also lost his way in the endless grassland.

He was at odds with his goals.

The plans he had devised for his goals were like a hunter's bait, leading him into a trap and a situation from which he could never recover.

Inside the tent, a simple table made of wooden planks sits a few lifeless dishes.

They are extremely disgusted with their owners, why are they always placed on a few rough planks? Why can't they enjoy the moisture of oil, the fragrance of wine, and the mellow aroma of vinegar? Their once rich fragrance, seductive colors, and exquisite furnishings have all become a dream.

"Go, call me the chef! Did he look down on me, the king of Jin, and dare to cook such an unpalatable meal for this king? ”

Zhu was furious, and his self-confidence was as moribund as these lackluster and stale dishes.

He suspects that everyone has bad intentions, and everyone is watching his jokes.

Qin'er, the maid who was waiting on the side, was frightened and anxious.

Chef Tusheng was her lover, and she knew that Tusheng had done his best, and when he lacked everything, he still made a few side dishes.

At this time, if the native is called, it will definitely be a humiliation and punishment.

"Your Highness, actually...... These dishes...... It's already the best food in the army," said Jean, trembling, and in any case, she had to say a few words for the native born.

"The other soldiers ate pickled cabbage, and some dug wild vegetables......"

Before he finished speaking, a plate of braised pork with a dull color popped out of the plate, flipped a few times in the air, and finally lay on the ground motionless.

The plate fell upside down, stubbornly whirling on the ground, and after holding on for a while, it was quiet.

"Let you go and call someone, you are actually here to reprimand this king! Since you like to eat these dishes so much, come, eat all the vegetables on the earth! ”

Zhu stood up, stepped on the piece of meat, and spat on it a few times, staring at Qin'er's eyes with flames.

Another maid, Linghua, hurriedly stepped forward to appease Zhu Yi: "The king is angry!" Qin'er couldn't speak, so the slave took her to the chef. With that, she stumbled out of the tent with her piano in hand.

The native sat weakly on the small bench in front of the stove.

The fire had been extinguished, and a few wild herbs and a little water lay on the bottom of the cold pot.

In the past half a month, he has been wrapped in wild vegetables, his face is yellow and thin, and his hands and feet are weak. However, he still had to rack his brains every day in order to make a few delicious dishes for three meals and win a little smile from King Jin.

Last night, he squatted in the snow all night and finally caught an emaciated snow fox. Anyway, the meat that was eaten for King Jin in the past two days was solved.

The sound of sobbing and crying came from far and near, and the native came to his senses from his trance.

The sound was familiar, like the sound of a piano. Before he could stand up straight, Linghua had already lifted the curtain and appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong?" The native stepped forward, and a wave of dizziness hit his head.

He hugged his head, and after a moment's pause, stepped forward.

"Sit down!" Tusheng took Qin'er's cold hand.

Her hair was disheveled, her lips trembling, tears already icing on her face.

Tusheng brushed the ice chips off Qin'er's face, took her hand close to the fire, and whispered, "Don't cry, tell me something." ”

Qin'er lowered her head, and the pain that could not be expressed in words formed strings of bitter tears.

Tusheng looked at Linghua and asked in a panic, "Linghua, what's wrong?" Did someone bully Jean? ”

Linghua bit her lip: "The king told you to hurry over, he is angry now, you, you be careful!" ”

She felt like she was sending the native to the fire pit, but what could they do about such insignificant?

The native came to Zhu's tent with trepidation. Before he could see where Zhu was clearly, he greeted him with a grin.

The native didn't dare to dodge, and the plate hit him right in the head. The juice splattered everywhere and burrowed into his eyes, blurring his vision.

Tusheng quickly knelt down, his whole body trembling.

"Is this a dish for the king?" Zhu's intense emotions overwhelmed his physical strength, and he sat on the chair.

"The king spares his life!" The native kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Spare your life? You want this king to be unable to eat and have no strength to find the Yuan army, right? ”

Finding a scapegoat for the failure of the Northern Expedition, Zhu's anger finally had a direction.

He picked up a whip and walked up to the native born.

"The villain doesn't dare! The villain begs the Bodhisattva every day to bless the king to find the Yuan army as soon as possible! ”

A whip fell on the native body.

"Bodhisattva bless? Are you laughing at the fact that the king himself can't find the Yuan army, and you want to ask the Bodhisattva to bless the king to find the Yuan army, right? ”

The native curled up in a ball, afraid to speak again, knowing that whatever he said was the wrong thing.

Zhu was even more annoyed when he didn't hear Tusheng's reply, and the whip fell on Tusheng again and again, more violently than the snowstorm outside the tent.

"Lick up your own cooking! There is nothing left! Zhu was hoarse, threw the whip to the ground, and fell panting on the chair.

The native did not dare to disobey, and ate the scraps and rotten vegetables on the ground in a trembling manner.

Outside the tent, Qin'er almost fainted when she heard Zhu's roar and the crisp sound of the whip.

Linghua grabbed Qin'er tightly, lest Qin'er rush into the tent to intercede for Tusheng.

It didn't take long for Tusheng to be dragged out by two guards. He was covered in bruises and filth, like a half-beaten Hanako.

Qin'er threw herself on and cried.

Tusheng tried his best to squeeze out a smile: "Qin'er, it's okay." I'm rough and thick-skinned, and I'm not afraid. It's fine if you're okay. ”

Zhu's miserable situation did not earn God's mercy, and after surviving in the Mobei grassland for more than two months, he gave up looking for the Northern Yuan army.

But they lost their way, and in the darkness they never saw the light of hope.

The soldiers starved to death, exhausted countless others, and some fled from the army.

Of the 50,000 soldiers who were in high spirits at the time of departure, only more than 8,000 people were left to survive, and they were finally recovered by the Mongolian surrender soldiers sent by Zhu Yuanzhang who were familiar with the terrain.

However, this is not the worst thing Zhu has ever experienced.