The English House is already in the sunset.

In the study, the dim light flickered, Zhang Maogong leaned on the Taishi chair, twisting the secret report from the border informant in his hand, and sighed.

The secret report explained that the movement of the Tatar barbarians on the border had changed again, and the eldest son Tulu Borot and the second son Tulu Borot of the little prince Dayan Khan led the Tatar warriors outside the border with swords and horses, which seemed to be showing signs of southward movement.

This is a secret report from a cronie, with a special lacquer seal as a mark, and the content is true and not false.

Zhang Mao followed the first emperor in his early years, and now leads the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies, if anyone pays the most attention to the Tatar barbarians outside the border, I am afraid that in addition to the current Holy Hongzhi Emperor Zhu Youzhang, he must be.

The Tatar barbarians were the remnants of the Yuan Dynasty, and after being defeated by Ming Taizu, they retreated to the nomadic people of Mongolia, who were good at riding and shooting, and good at plundering.

All kinds of supplies in the Ming Dynasty are what they crave, especially salt and women, these wolves outside the border will not be able to suppress their dormant greed every time they cross the border, and it is the people of the Ming Dynasty who suffer in the end.

Zhang Mao, however, had seen the Tatar barbarians wreak havoc with his own eyes, and whenever he thought of the scene of rivers of blood flowing and women being slaughtered and looted, his brows were swollen with pain.

Put down the secret report, Zhang Mao suppressed the book case, and tomorrow he needs to submit this secret report to His Majesty, I believe that in the early dynasty, the Manchu Dynasty civil and military will pay attention to it and discuss countermeasures together.

Not to mention the secret report, Zhang Mao thought of his only son again, and went to Dujia Village before dawn, and I don't know if this rebel made Mr. Du Shen angry, but with Mr. Du Shen's talent, he must be able to subdue this rebel.

Thinking of this, the swelling pain in Zhang Mao's eyebrows eased a little.

But at this moment, I only listened, and there was a loud bang, which made Zhang Mao tremble violently.

A good son who makes Zhang Mao miss a lot...... Zhang Hao kicked the door of the study open and walked in with a smug face.

He raised his head high as he walked, imitating the posture of looking at the sky at the 45° angle of the day before yesterday, and said disdainfully: "Old thing, I'm back." ”

Since he saw Mr. yesterday's gesture, he has secretly remembered it in his heart, and he is confident that he has learned seven or eight points.

"Rebel...... You're going to kill your father? ”

Zhang Mao's eyes widened with anger, if he hadn't believed the guards in the palace, he would have thought that the blind assassin wanted to assassinate him.

The so-called son is not the fault of the father, Zhang Mao's teeth rattled, and with a stroke of his left hand, he pulled out a willow whip from the side of the desk, and smoked it with a gesture.

But Zhang Hao carried his hands behind his back, and the arrogance on his face was extremely obvious, "Old thing, you beat me a lot on weekdays, but my master said that adults don't remember villains." So I don't bother with you, but if you beat me today, don't even think about the solution to the Tatar barbarians. ”

What does this rebel say?

Zhang Mao was stunned at first, and then immediately reacted, furious.

What a rebel! How dare you shout at your father? It's against you!

"Good, good...... It's the wings that are stiff, dare to talk to your father like this, if you don't smoke your skin today, what will your father explain to your dead mother! ”

Zhang Mao sneered, kicked this rebel to the ground, and slammed the whip, he started very skillfully, picking the buttocks and back, which will not be seen, and the provincial ones are not seen by others, which is not very decent.

If you don't have any hair, Lao Tzu can't cure you?

Slap, slap, slap......

The willow cork whip was merciless, and Zhang Hao, who was directly pumping, bared his teeth and couldn't stop scurrying.

"Daddy, I'm your son......"

"It's your son who hits!"

"Don't don't, dad, don't fight, I'm wrong, I'm really wrong, I really have a way to solve the Tatar barbarians......"

"Hehe......"

It's still not hard enough, this rebel is actually deceiving himself again, and he really deserves to be beaten.

Zhang Hao was smoked with suspicion.

He couldn't understand why his father didn't listen to his explanation, and he couldn't understand that he was obviously an only son, but this posture made him even more ruthless?

Fortunately, Zhang Hao had a strong desire to survive, his hands shook violently, he knelt on the ground with his head bowed, and said loudly with his shoulders bent: "It was Mr. Du Shen who told me!" ”

Oh?

Zhang Mao narrowed his eyes and put the willow whip behind him, "What you said is true?" ”

Zhang Hao wanted to cry without tears, nodded wildly and said, "Really, it's all true, Dad, you believe me." ”

Zhang Mao looked at his only son, and thought for a moment, if it was Mr. Du Shen, he could listen to it.

"Close the door."

Zhang Mao pointed the willow whip at the door that had been kicked open, and then turned around and sat down on the Taishi's chair.

Alas......

In the end, he is old, his physical strength is not as good as before, and he has no strength after only fighting for so long, if the child is still there, he can still help himself fight for a while, this one person, after all, is not as good as two people......

When Zhang Hao closed the door and knelt on the ground tremblingly, his father Zhang Mao tapped the desk with a willow whip for a while, and said, "Say, what can Mr. Du Shen do?" ”

Zhang Hao hurriedly said: "Mr. said that the little Tatar prince Dayan Khan has seven sons, and he is no longer in his prime, as long as His Majesty makes his seven sons the king of Tatar, it will naturally make the Tatar barbarians fall into a civil war, and there will be no energy to harass the Ming Dynasty in a short time." ”

For fear that he would be whipped up again after talking too much, he simplified Du Shen's words a lot.

Zhang Mao's face remained unchanged after hearing this, but there were huge waves in his heart, this is a poisonous plan......

Zhang Mao also has some understanding of the seven sons of the little prince Dayan Khan, all of them are arrogant and arrogant, they are all lords who are not afraid of heaven and earth, and Dayan Khan can still suppress them with power in the past, but if the seven sons are all Tatar kings, it will definitely make the Tatar barbarians fall into chaos.

This plan is very poisonous......

However, Zhang Mao was not his son, he believed in thoughtfulness, and he began to think about the feasibility of the plan.

Ultimately!

He came to one conclusion: doable!

The depression in Zhang Mao's chest drifted away, and he looked at his rebel son with deep meaning, this rebel worshipped a good master......

"Tomorrow, my father will dedicate this good plan to Your Majesty in the morning, and this time your master will be famous."

Saying that, Zhang Mao deeply instructed: "In the future, you need to remember one thing, no matter what, you must follow Mr. Du Shen to do a good job, if you can learn one-tenth of his talent, my father can rest assured that the British Mansion will be handed over to you." ”

Zhang Hao said: "The child knows. ”

Zhang Mao nodded and said: "Also, if you make Mr. Du Shen angry, my father will never spare you, and I will teach you to be like this whip!" ”

Bang!

Zhang Mao used both hands to break the willow whip directly.

Zhang Hao's eyes were overjoyed.

, this whip has been in the hands of this old thing since he can remember, and he broke his own flesh and flesh, and today he broke it!

Wonderful!!

Zhang Hao almost grinned, old thing, my master doesn't beat me, naturally I don't dare to be disrespectful, but you are different, you don't have this whip, what are you going to do to beat me?

Pumped by hand? It doesn't hurt!

Hahahaha!

Zhang Mao didn't know what his son was thinking, so he casually opened the drawer on the right side of the desk.

Zhang Hao's expression was sluggish.

In the drawer, there are hundreds of willow whips of different sizes, different thicknesses, under the illumination of the light, faintly emitting oily light, at a glance, it is often played with by people......