King Yan has a lot of thoughts, he has not entered Beijing for three years, he can't personally ask for peace in front of his father, as a son of man is unfilial, the moment he got the news of Zhu Biao's death, his heart was not sad but happy, is it really for the sake of power to abandon brotherhood, power and status are like a poison, constantly corroding people's hearts until they are hopeless.

Zhu Di is talented, became famous at a young age, and has outstanding military achievements, but unfortunately because he is the fourth son, he is destined to have no chance with the prince, the most important point is that Zhu Biao is modest, and he takes care of several brothers, from this point of view, Zhu Di's heart also respects Zhu Biao, the eldest brother.

After a night without words, after breakfast and preparation, Princess Yan was dressed neatly, holding the pastries made overnight in her hands, wrapped in cloth, "Lord, the road is difficult and dangerous, and the concubine can't accompany her, so bring some pastries to eat on the way." ”

King Yan looked at Concubine Ai's red eyes, "Don't worry, return to the fiefdom as soon as this king finishes his work." ”

"Congratulations to the prince."

King Yan took the burden and handed it to Sanbao on the side, flew on the horse, and behind him was the palace guard, according to Sanbao's words, he only brought a thousand elites with him, the guns were bright and bright, and they were all exceptionally spiritual.

"Lord Wang, it's Lord Xue."

"Phew."

King Yan reined in the war horse, there was a person standing in front of the mansion, forty years old, his beard was slightly upturned, his face was Chinese, his eyebrows were thick and his eyes were big, he looked upright, his surname was Xue, his name was Daren, he was a deacon here, and he usually helped deal with the affairs of some fiefdoms.

Zhu Yuanzhang was worried that the kings had different intentions, so he chose people who were loyal to him and did not covet wealth and nobility to enter the kings' fiefs to deal with affairs.

"Meet the prince."

"Lord Xue, is there something wrong with coming so early?"

The man arched his hand and said: "I got the news last night, the prince left to return to the capital today, and he has not returned to Beijing for several years. After speaking, he took out a letter from his sleeve, the handwriting was clear and powerful.

"With a gesture, if there are other things besides the family letter, send them together."

Xue Daren said with a smile: "As a sideliner, I just want Gao Tang to be healthy, and my wife and children are worry-free, so I can rest assured." ”

"Being an official is like Lord Xue, with a breeze on his sleeves, and this king admires him."

"The emperor's grace is vast, don't dare to slack off, don't bother, prince, please." After Xue Daren finished speaking, he flashed to the side, Zhu Di's legs were clamped, the war horse ran forward, and there were all cavalry behind him, even if he left a day late, he was still faster than the other two princes, and the family letter was carefully put away, entrusted by people, and he was loyal to people, and he couldn't be careless.

Out of the fiefdom, on the official road, running all the way, simply resting halfway, eating dry food and continuing on the road, just ran for three days in a row, already out of the scope of the fiefdom, carrying the holy decree with him, and the counties and towns along the way did not dare to stop him.

On this day, it was nearly dusk, there were still three days away from the capital, and suddenly the wind was fierce, a black cloud floated in the sky, and the whole space changed instantly, Zhu Di tightened the horse rope, worried that the war horse would be frightened and left, and one person urged the horse to approach, it was the three guarantees who had been following him, Zhu Di's confidant.

"Lord Wang, the weather is changing abruptly, it's better to find a place to rest for the night first, and it's not too late to leave after the rain and wind stop."

"Okay."

Everyone continued to urge the horses forward, facing the strong wind, and lowered their bodies as low as possible, there was no shop in front of the village, and it was indeed not easy for a thousand people to find a place to hide from the wind and rain.

"Lord Wang, there is a ruined temple over there."

The beans are raining down, the wind is getting more and more urgent, the accompanying soldiers have long been accustomed to it, the status of the king of Yan is noble, some people urge the horse forward, there is indeed a temple, the scale is not small, especially the middle hall, although it is slightly broken, it can be imagined that when the incense is vigorous, there should be not a few people who come to burn incense and kneel and worship.

The temple door was open, and the rain was getting more and more rapid, so he didn't care so much, so he urged the horse to enter, and jumped into the main hall, where a fire rose and a monk sat cross-legged next to the fire.

"If the road is stormy, please forgive me for the disturbance." Zhu Di said to the monk next to the fire, his words were polite, and it was always a place for people.

"It is convenient for monks and people, not to mention that the temple here is not owned by monks, but just to stay here." The monk raised his head, and a pair of eyes always fell on Zhu Di.

Being looked at like this, it is still a man, Zhu Di coughed, and walked straight to the corner of the temple, those who can enter the main hall to hide from the rain are all accompanying cronies, and their status is above the accompanying cavalry, those people can only find their own way, most of them hide in the side halls on both sides, or simply sit under the belly of the war horse.

"There is a bowl of porridge and rice here, if the prince does not give it up, he can take it and eat it."

Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, and the folding fan in Sanbao's hand also moved, but he didn't expect that in a ruined temple in the wilderness, a monk who was dirty and dirty saw his identity, was it a coincidence, or did he have another purpose, "Master, are you talking to me?" ”

The monk smiled and said, "In the entire hall, there is only one person who can be called the prince. ”

Zhu Di was amused, "How does the master judge a person's identity?" ”

"The fate is determined, the face of a person is already destined from the day he was born, someone is destined to become a king and worship the prime minister, and someone is mediocre all his life, everything is fate!" The old monk picked up the fire with a wooden stick in his hand, and the fire was vigorous, and his face reflected the firelight, and Zhu Di and the others also looked at the old monk next to the fire.

"What a life, what does the master think of this king's life?"

The figure of the monk stood up and slowly approached the corner where Zhu Di was, and Sanbao took a step forward, which happened to be between the two of them, and the identity of the other party was unknown, which was inevitably unfavorable to the prince.

"Variables!"

"What is variable? What about the joys and sorrows? ”

The monk smiled: "Mixed blessings and sorrows, if there are no variables, the prince can only be the prince in his life, and enjoy wealth and nobility from above, this is the fate, and the prince is destined to be born." ”

"What about variables?"

"Just like the wind and rain outside, it is changing rapidly, if the prince can grasp the variables, his fate can be changed, it is a variable."

Zhu Di was happy, "Zhu Di didn't dare to ask for anything else, he just wanted to stay in the fiefdom and be a happy prince, the master was afraid that he missed his eyes this time and miscalculated the number of fates." ”

Zhu Di looked at the other party, he should be a monk in his outfit, and it was normal to appear in the temple, he didn't dare to be careless, it was inevitable that someone sent by his father deliberately tested himself, so it was better to pretend to be confused, at least he wouldn't make a mistake.

"I don't want the prince to be a person with different hearts, the greed in the prince's eyes has already betrayed your heart, the sky will change, everything only depends on the prince, with the monk has a gift, if the prince can understand the mystery, it should be a great fate." After speaking, he stretched out his hand to his arms, Sanbao's eyelids moved, staring at the other party's shoulder, if the other party moved, he could make the fastest judgment from the change of the other party's shoulder.

Arm out, a piece of white cloth, Zhu Di's face sank, the white cloth is always unlucky, what the hell is this monk doing, I saw the monk's hands forward, and the white cloth was located between his palms.

Sanbao's figure is close, his right hand grabs the homeopathic and pulls, the white cloth does not move at all, although this time it is not weak to use only fifty percent of the strength, and then look at the old monk still bowed and stood, and the strength increased to seventy percent in an instant, and still could not be pulled out from between the opponent's palms.

"To show sincerity, please take it back in person."

"Bold, what kind of identity is the prince, how can you be a monk here to be presumptuous." Sanbao's face was angry, he grabbed it with his right hand, and secretly carried out his strength, this time he was going to send out his full strength, and he really didn't believe it, he couldn't fight an old monk after more than 20 years of hard training.

"Sanbao, stand back."

Zhu Di's voice sounded, Sanbao's figure retreated to the side, Zhu Di stepped forward, his arm stretched out, the old monk's face was respectful, his palms were released, and the white cloth instantly reached Zhu Di's hand.

"Amitabha, there are variables in the world, and we will see you again soon." After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the main hall, and the figure quickly disappeared into the night.

"What an arrogant monk."

"Sanbao, how is this person's martial arts?"

"It's comparable, and Sanbao is sure to defeat him."

Zhu Di nodded, knowing his skills, Zhu Wusheng is brave, there are few opponents in the battlefield, he can be called the first fierce general under his account, the three guarantees are different, he was born in the rivers and lakes, he is very familiar with all kinds of martial arts, has outstanding talent, has excellent eyesight, and can quickly find flaws in the opponent's moves.

The white cloth in his hand was unfolded, Zhu Di frowned, it was a hat, all white, the workmanship was also ingenious, and there was no trace of needlework left on it, "White hat!" ”