Outside Kaifeng City, two pro-soldiers supported Zhu Yousong to inspect the barracks on the left and right, as the saying goes, "Illness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread." After so many years of excessive accumulation of wine, coupled with the sudden back and forth several times some time ago, this sudden serious illness is actually an outbreak of evil consequences accumulated little by little.

Pro-soldier Lao Hu, his big name is Hu Bawan, his father is a gambler, when he was born, he was still playing a horse hanging, his family asked him what the name of the child was, he casually said 80,000. Hu Bawan's name is obtained at will, and he looks very casually, with a garlic nose and mung bean eyes, his beard is naturally stiff and can't lie down, his roots are stabbed in the sky, the five big and three thick shoulders and the waist are round, and he speaks an authentic Shandong dialect to persuade Zhu Yousong:

"Lord Wang, you are sad, my mother said that the young offspring is not afraid to be made, you are only twenty years old, you are fine."

Zhu Yousong turned his head and squinted at him, this guy is a pro-soldier, so he naturally knows everything, but he shouted in the barracks like a big horn, although he didn't say it directly, but the soldiers in the past couldn't guarantee that they wouldn't associate it with themselves.

Zhao Hong reprimanded in a deep voice: "Hu Bawan, shut up!" Say a few words, no one will take you for a dumb one. ”

"That's a nice gesture."

Zhu Yousong looked up at the sky with a sad and angry face, his face was full of melancholy, although it would be good to recuperate for a few days, but after all, it was a big loss of face.

Just as he was looking up at the sky, a small soldier ran quickly and shouted: "Lord Wang, General Zhang has returned from Kaifeng!" ”

"Oh? Zhang Hao is back, take me to see him. ”

Back at the big tent, Zhang Hao was taken aback when he saw Zhu Yousong's sick appearance, and asked anxiously: "Lord Wang, what's wrong?" ”

Zhu Yousong waved his hand impatiently, and said scoldingly: "You have a lot of business, don't ask nonsense, let's talk about Kaifeng City first." ”

Zhang Hao was sincerely concerned, and was reprimanded a few words inexplicably, although he was confused, he still said excitedly: "Lord Wang, who do you guess I saw in Kaifeng?" ”

Zhu Yousong is doubting his life, like a newly sterilized little male cat, who is not pleasing to the eye, and said without moving: "How the hell do I know who you have met, who you love, let's get to the point." ”

Zhang Hao was taken aback by his sudden change of attitude, and looked at Zhao Hong next to him, Zhao Hong glared at him and said, "The prince is in a bad mood, you just talk about the right thing and don't talk about it." ”

Zhang Hao sighed, told everything he had seen and heard in Kaifeng City, and finally said: "Mr. Shen Muhong Shen is also in Kaifeng City now, and he is a military advisor with a gust of wind. ”

Zhu Yousong's face, which had been drooping, suddenly became alive as if by magic, and he didn't need to be helped, he jumped up and pressed Zhang Hao's shoulder, and asked, "Who are you talking about?" ”

"Mr. Shen Muhong, Mr. Shen, the father of Shen Jun and Shen Ru of Ying'en Temple, the prince."

Zhu Yousong laughed, punched Zhang Hao's shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "You kid really don't care, you don't say such a big thing, you are talking about a bunch of small things about eating and drinking here." ”

Zhang Hao couldn't cry or laugh, spread his hands and said: "I wanted to say when I came up, but I was scolded by the prince." ”

Zhu Yousong interrupted him and said, "Shut up! I'll just say, my father-in-law is brave, and if he wants to make such a big move, he needs the help of a master, and it is as I expected. Why didn't you bring him out? You didn't tell him I was here? It's really hairless and can't do things firmly. ”

Zhao Hong saw that Zhang Hao was deflated one after another, and he couldn't bear it, after all, he had worked together in Ying'en Temple for a while, and said: "Lord, since this is the case, it would be better, now it seems that the whole Kaifeng is our acquaintance, it is really God bless the prince." ”

"Well, yes, since Mr. Shen is in Kaifeng, it will be more convenient for us to communicate. Discussing this kind of major matter with him is the only way to make as few mistakes as possible, and what we do is to die when we see the light. ”

Thinking of the wealth of the Zhou Palace, Zhu Yousong was full of joy, although he was rich and rivaled the country, but the Zou brothers' expenses in the southeast were too appalling. Especially Zou Yi, forge ahead, and give as many kind words as he wants, this guy is really welcome. By now, no more than a million taels of snowflake silver had been smashed into it.

King Zhou has fled to the capital, and the wealth accumulated by King Zhou's Mansion since the founding of the Ming Dynasty is more than 10 million, Zhu Yousong has no intention of being a helpful and good person, and he is obliged to help him get it back.

Zhang Hao and Zhao Hong looked at Zhu Yousong looking up at the sky, the corners of his mouth were smiling, the smile was extremely lewd, and his heart trembled, I don't know what bad things he is trying to do, anyway, someone must be unlucky.

That night, thousands of Kaifeng defenders opened the city gate, pushed carts covered with rags, and poured out of the city gate. The general troops of each prefecture did not dare to move the soldiers and horses of the headquarters brigade without mobilization, and brought hundreds of generals and soldiers to help.

When they arrived in front of the battle, their jaws were about to fall to the ground, and they saw that the gate of Kaifeng had long been closed, and the soldiers and horses of Luoyang were happily greeting these disheveled, old, crippled, and crippled "enemy troops." Zhu Yousong said with a smile: "The generals have a heart, these are not the enemy breaking through, just some righteous men who came to surrender." Alas, the ancients said: the general conspires, and the soldiers who surrender without a fight. I think this king has always been low-key, but I didn't expect that the name of the virtuous has already reached the ears of the people, these people saw my "Fu" word banner, and rushed to vote, for fear of falling behind, it is really like. Like what? ”

Hu Bawan stood at his side, his eyes did not squint, and he said: "It's really like a bright moon, it's hard to hide the brilliance!" ”

The general soldiers of the various provinces were red-faced, and they forcibly endured the convulsions of their faces and complimented them. There is no one who does not like to listen to flattery, although he knows that eighty percent of these people are not right-hearted, Zhu Yousong still listens to it with relish.

Among the rogues who surrendered to Cheng, an old man with white hair and wrinkled face walked out and knelt on the ground and shouted: "We are a group of ignorant and foolish people, after listening to a gust of wind and bewitchment, the lard was blinded and rebelled, fortunately, the prince is here, the big guy has long heard that Hu Wangye is famous and loves the people like a son, so they all rushed to surrender, and their shoes fell off several times on the road." ”

The little soldier next to him blushed, kicked him, and whispered angrily: "It's "Fu Wangye", not Hu Wangye." ”

The old man hurriedly changed his words, and said in a row: "Yes, yes, yes, it's Lord Wu, the little old man made a mistake for a while, and he said it wrong." When the soldier heard this, his face turned even redder, and he wanted to reprimand.

Zhu Yousong was full of shame, waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, get out." ”

The general soldiers of all the provinces secretly screamed, what a shameless little Fu Wang, this old man stumbled, obviously someone just taught him, and before he remembered it clearly, he came out to act and offer treasures. It is said that the Xiaofu King of Luoyang is ridiculous, and sure enough, it is just a few thieves who come to surrender, or a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, and they still have to do such a play, and there is more or less a trace of contempt in their hearts.

Zhu Yousong secretly paid attention to their expressions, and when he saw that his goal had been achieved, he smiled secretly at the corner of his mouth, his wings as a vassal king have not been plump for a day, and the reverse hype will have to continue.