"I'm dreaming again......"

Emperor Zhu Youzhen, who had stayed up for half a night, just took a nap on the desk where all kinds of twists and turns piled up, and then he was awakened by an electric shock, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were cast into the dark night sky in panic.

Wang Chengen on the side raised his sore neck, opened his mouth, but shook his head silently, shrunk his hand in his sleeve, pinched his fingers and counted the days, and couldn't help but sigh.

Today's Ming Dynasty wow, just like the emperor who has been following his heart, it has not been smooth from the beginning, and it has not been smooth until today, not only has nothing changed, but it has intensified, and the Tartars outside are becoming more and more rampant, looting everywhere, violating the border in many ways, and the homeless people and thieves inside are swarming one after another, and there is no day to stop!

If, if Emperor Taizu is still there, no, even if Emperor Chengzu's grandfather is here, he only needs to stretch out a finger, and these small nights in the world will not disappear immediately?

Think about it, now that the emperor has been on the throne for twelve or thirteen years, and several edicts have been issued, why is the world still like this!

Wang Chengen's tears suddenly flowed, and he bowed down and said:

"Grandpa Huang, it's going to be light this day, and the slave begs Grandpa Huang to go to bed."

Zhu Youzhen looked at Wang Chengen, and suddenly said angrily in an aggravated tone:

"I'm dreaming again!"

Wang Chengen knows that today's son of heaven, why is this anger getting stronger day by day, but as a personal person around him, he can't help but feel bitter in his mouth, and he can only be speechless.

That dream, day and night, looking for his own emperor, never left behind, even the prince has never had such a dream. Could it be that this is a kind of revelation from God to the emperor?

But this dream, if it is revealed, must have roots and a place to come.

These days, my family is staring at the folds everywhere every day, and I dare not miss a keyword, but there is no clue. Alas, this troubled world, when will it end......

At this moment, a string of shredded footsteps came.

Immediately after, two graceful figures floated over like the wind.

Wang Chengen only glanced at it, and then his heart was relieved, and then he was happy in his heart:

The queen mother came in time, and even the little princess of Changping also came, and the Son of Heaven can go and sleep for a while, alas.

When Zhu Youzhen saw Queen Zhou, he frowned, his eyes turned to Princess Zhu Yujiao of Changping later, and he was stunned for a moment, and a layer of soft color slowly appeared on his face.

"Father, the son can't share the worries of his father, thinking about it day and night, these days suddenly his mind is open, according to his father's dream every day, try to draw the appearance of the person in the dream, dare to ask the father to take a look, look at the appearance of that person?"

Oh, Zhu Youzhen couldn't help but be stunned, looking at a little person who was just less than ten years old, he unfolded the scroll in his hand in front of him in fear, looked at it fixedly, and unconsciously got up and exclaimed:

"Sister, how did you draw this portrait, it is as if your father and emperor were there to see his real person. If there is such a person in the world, my father and I will definitely find him at the end of the world, so that I can see his grotesque appearance, but it is obviously my Han family's son. ”

Empress Zhou stared at Zhu Youzhen, who was muttering to herself, with tears in her eyes, and hurriedly stepped forward to help her husband, the emperor, who had almost never slept all night.

Wang Chengen also looked fixedly, his eyes fell on the painting, and he couldn't help but secretly exclaim his surprise:

I saw the person in the painting, looking like a weak scholar of the Han family, with small eyes, a straight nose, and an expression that seemed to be smiling rather than smiling. However, under this delicate appearance, he looked heroic because of the outfit on his body, and even a faint murderous aura jumped on the paper, ready to come out.

From the first time Zhu Youzhen dreamed, he couldn't help but savor every dream, and then recalled it little by little to tell Wang Chengen, so Wang Chengen seemed to the people in the painting as if the emperor had seen it himself. After looking at it twice, he squinted and pondered:

"Grandpa Huang, the little master is now a god, but he suddenly taught the person in the painting to come to life. The slave looked at his age, and he was afraid that he was only fifteen or sixteen years old. ”

When Zhu Youzhen heard this, he also measured it carefully, and frequently said:

"Otomo is right, no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, or maybe younger."

"Grandpa Huang, the outfit on his body seems to be similar to the best armor of my Guanning Iron Cavalry, but it looks like the face armor of an ordinary border army, and it looks very light."

"Otomo has good eyesight, it should be some kind of sword and shield armor that I don't know."

"Grandpa Huang, the slave looks at the knives and guns in his hands, they are also like the firearms battalion in my Beijing camp, but they look much more magical than those Lumi guns and three-eyed guns in the firearms camp. The fire paint and color on it are like divine soldiers. ”

"Otomo is a little clumsy this time, and what I fancy is another sword in his hand. You see, it's like a red-coated cannon that has shrunk countless times, and it's majestic at a glance! ”

Wang Chengen seemed to have been waiting for this sentence for a long time, and when he heard this, he immediately bowed down and bowed, and recited with joy in his mouth:

"The minions saw it, it was indeed a small and small red-coated cannon, which must be used on the battlefield, and it must be invincible to those slaves and thieves. Slave He Xihuang Grandpa, this must be auspicious from the sky, and the sky shows that I am in the middle of the situation! ”

Zhu Youzhen felt something, his cheeks were a little agitated blood, and a suppressed smile came out of his mouth, but it immediately dimmed again, looked out of the hall, and said in a deep voice:

"This dream is the dream of one person. The person in the painting is what I see alone. This is the will of God, and it is a manifestation of God. Wang Chengen, pass on my will—"

"The slave is here," Wang Chengen hurriedly bowed down to receive the order.

The secret edict Jinyi Wei commanded Luo Yangxing, and he personally laid out the arrangement, secretly dispatched people, widely spread the net, and visited the secret from all directions, and quickly found the traces of the person in the painting. Whether there is it or not, if you take this painting of Princess Changping, you have to give me an explanation. ”

"Wang Chengen, I asked you to secretly transfer people in the palace to personally go to the old case of Zheng He's case file that had been sealed for a long time, and then secretly investigate. If you find anything, you must report it to me as soon as possible. Hmph, this time I must make a big decision, so I can check it, I spent countless silver to go to the West to get countless secrets and secrets of the world outside the Ming Dynasty, how could I be burned by a fire! ”

Empress Zhou listened to it on the side, and unconsciously moved in her heart, and then softly looked at Princess Changping, who was already a little sleepy beside her, and stretched out her hand to hold her in her arms, and then looked at her emperor's husband again, and nodded secretly in her heart:

Although the person in this painting looks like a son of the Han family, there is no such character when looking at the Ming Dynasty. If it was from the time Emperor Chengzu's grandfather investigated, maybe he would really be able to get some clues from the great eunuch Zheng He who went to the West!

Well, that's right, it is said that there are many Han family sons and daughters scattered thousands of miles away from overseas......

Just thinking about it, Zhu Youzhen's voice came faintly in his ears again, but this time it was a little murderous:

"This dream is my secret, my heart, and it is also the divine revelation of my Ming Zhongxing. I, if I haven't seen the person in the painting with my own eyes for a day, this dream will not be passed on, and the offender will be killed with a cane, and the three tribes, no, the nine tribes! ”