Soon, a major national event occurred, which made these officials temporarily give up their attack on Zhang Ru.

After two years, the Tatars finally couldn't hold back the anxiety in their hearts, and sent an envoy to the Ming Dynasty to discuss the matter of welcoming the little prince back to the king's tent.

The person who came was Zhang Ru's old acquaintance, Blot.

This is the first time since the emperor ascended the throne that foreign envoys have entered Beijing, and the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple are very busy. For them, these people on the grassland are foreign barbarians, and in order to prevent these foreign barbarians from touching the royal heavenly power, they can be described as painstaking.

The Tatar envoys who lived in the Honglu Pavilion were heavily protected by the Shenji Battalion, and dozens of beautiful maids would serve them to eat and dress every day. Of course, the Ministry of Rites also sent someone to tell these envoys some corresponding etiquette, but these foreign barbarians didn't seem to listen at all.

On the second day after the Tatar envoy entered Beijing, the envoy Blott, who had rested all night and was in good spirits, got up early in the morning, and after asking where Zhang Ru, the governor of the Nine Sides, lived, he only took an entourage with him, and Blott left the post house.

Along the way, the Tatar envoy who had been entrusted with important tasks was very worried, on the one hand, he was angry that Zhang Ru had not contacted him for two years, and on the other hand, he was also worried about the safety of his little prince.

In the dark, the people of the Jinyi Weidong Factory moved quickly on the rooftops on both sides of the street, and many people took three steps to protect themselves around Blot.

This is a Tatar envoy, not a messenger from other places, the Ming and Tatar have been fighting for a long time, and their envoy must not make any mistakes in the capital. In fact, Da Ming also didn't want the other party to catch the handle of war, after all, the current Da Ming couldn't withstand the toss of a war.

Soon, Blott arrived at the gate of the Dingbian Marquis's Mansion.

The two brocade guards guarding the door naturally blocked his way to pay homage, Dingbian Houfu is a noble class, and the Hou Ye is not seen by everyone, and he is not allowed to go without a post.

Blott didn't have the despair of having to bow his head under the low eaves, and shouted loudly: "I'm your friend of Lord Zhang, get out of the way." ”

Suddenly, a bearded and very strange-looking person appeared and said that it was a friend of Hou Ye, and it was good that the two young Jinyi guards didn't beat people.

may have also seen the brocade brothers staring at this person in the dark, these two people pressed the fire and didn't move, just stood motionless at the door.

It feels bad to be slighted, not to mention that the attitude of the two young people in front of him is no longer just contempt for Blot, it is simply ignored. This man who was a man of his word on the grassland was immediately annoyed: "Zhang Ru, you little white face, is this how you greet friends from afar?" ”

At this time, Zhang Ru was fighting against a pair of 300-pound stone locks in the small courtyard where Su Qiqi lived before leaving the capital, the ****'s upper body was covered with beads of sweat, and there were more than a dozen scars on the bronzed skin.

The reason why he chose this courtyard is because he feels that this courtyard still has the breath of his deceased wife, and only in the room of this courtyard can he sleep peacefully.

The muscles in his arms slackened, and the stone locks waved in the air, driving the sound of whirring wind.

"Boy, someone is looking for you." On the roof of the small courtyard, Fan Wuyi, who had been drinking wine gourds early in the morning, sat obliquely above the keel of the roof, and the gray sleeves of his robe were already stained with oil.

Since Su Qiqi left, no one reminded the old man to change his clothes, so he returned to his previous sloppy nature.

On his left side, the tiger-headed horse comrade sat in the posture of Fan Wuyi, holding a wine gourd that was smaller than two sizes, and also took a sip from time to time. However, this kid's gourd is filled with water, and neither Fan Wuyi nor Zhang Ru will allow him to drink at such a young age.

On the right is a rebellious young man Tu Hu, since Su Qiqi left, these three people who have the best relationship with Su Qiqi have a grudge against Zhang Ru. They knew that it was not Zhang Ru's fault, but they couldn't help but put the responsibility on Zhang Ru.

If there is if, if he hadn't taken over the so-called old man from Datong, maybe Su Qiqi would have been fine.

Zhang Ru glanced up at the three people above, shook his head and smiled bitterly, put down the stone lock, picked up the towel on the table and wiped it on his body: "Old Fan, drink less." ”

Fan Wuyi took a big sip of wine, opened his mouth and spit it out, and the wine turned into a straight line and shot on Zhang Ru****'s chest: "Why don't I like to listen to what you say!" It's a Tatar who comes, and if you don't go out, you'll fight. ”

After that, Fan Wuyi put the wine gourd down, and pulled the two boys from left to right and jumped off the other side of the roof.

Meticulously put on his clothes and wore the embroidered spring knife on his waist, Zhang Ru slowly walked out of the small courtyard.

At the door, because of Blott's rude behavior, several brocade guards have successfully followed him. With Blott's bravery, he naturally wouldn't take the two young men guarding the door in his eyes.

Therefore, standing opposite Blott now, one is Jiang Wei, who is lame, and the other is Zhang Fugui, who has a broken arm.

"Is there only one left in your Ming Kingdom, you old, weak, sick and disabled!" Brott clenched his fists arrogantly, and there was a pop between his joints.

Zhang Fugui took the lead, drew his knife, advanced, and chopped.

Everything seemed to be smooth, but when the blade of the embroidered spring knife was about to reach Blott's forehead, his blade was caught between two fingers that looked too weak to be able to do it.

And the person who caught the knife in his hand was none other than Jiang Wei, whom he regarded as his master.

A look of surprise flashed in Blott's eyes, he didn't expect that the cripple who didn't look like a master at all was actually a rare master.

Yu Feng clamped the blade with his fingers when he was at his peak, and he asked himself that he didn't have the ability, but it was the person he ridiculed as crippled that he did it effortlessly.

"He is a messenger, he can't be killed!" Jiang Wei gave a simple and practical reason.

After saying this reason, he withdrew his hand, and at that moment, Zhang Fugui also withdrew the knife a little unwillingly.

"Hahaha, old friend, how did you give up the capital." Zhang Ru's face was full of smiles, as if he didn't see two people on the ground being knocked down by Blott.

Blott is a person who can't hide things in his heart, and he naturally doesn't have a good face for Zhang Ru: "Hmph, some kind of untrustworthy villain, saying that he will be sent back to the grassland after finding someone in a year, but I haven't seen anyone for two years, so I have to come in person." ”

Zhang Ru said disappreliantly: "This time is too busy, Daming is very big, it is really not easy to find someone." No, there is still a tacit understanding between us, and not long after I found someone, my old friend came, and I didn't have to go on a trip to the prairie. ”

Blott couldn't help but curse in his heart: shameless.

There was still no good face on his face, and he was dragged into the Hou Mansion by Zhang Ru, and after the mare's milk wine, which was not as good as the fine wine on the grassland, was served, Blott still had no good face.

"I came this time to take the little prince away, Mandu Hai Kedun said, if you can't bring the little prince back this time, the tribes on the grassland will be angry because of this, and the immortal heaven will let Genghis Khan's descendants come to Ming with a scimitar to pick up people." Blott took a sip of mare's milk wine, and his tone was grim.

On the other hand, Zhang Ru has a warm face, no matter how cold Blott's face is, he keeps a smile.

"Yes, as long as His Majesty the Emperor agrees, you can take people away at any time, this is an agreement between you and me." Zhang Ru readily agreed to Blott's request, and this refreshing energy made Blott feel strange.

"What about people?" Blott asked.

Zhang Ru clapped his hands, and a brocade guard immediately came to his side, and after Zhang Ru commanded a few words, the brocade guard left immediately.

didn't wait long, Tu Hu with a reluctant face appeared in front of Zhang Ru and Blott, he raised his head slightly at Zhang Ru with a cold face, and then called out to Blott excitedly: "Uncle Blott." ”

These two years of education can be regarded as a success, Tuhu not only speaks Mongolian very authentically, but also controls etiquette very well. Even the people in the court of the Tatar kings sent the portrait to Tu Hu through spies for him to recognize.

Therefore, although Tu Hu has never been to the steppe, he is not a little prince of Tatar at all, but he knows everyone in the Tatar royal court.

Brott nodded, not showing the expected look of joy, but a little hesitant: "It seems that the life in the Ming Kingdom is much better than on the grassland." ”

The real little prince is dead, and if he is still alive, then he is now only a fourteen-year-old boy, and Tu Hu is now almost eighteen years old.

Zhang Ru said with a smile: "Before I found the little prince, he had always enjoyed the treatment of a young master in my Da Ming family. It's not that I said, your life on the grassland is really not as good as our life in Daming. ”

Blott said with a gloomy face: "How can you prove that this person is our little prince?" ”

Zhang Ru's voice instantly became cold: "You don't know your little prince yourself, so forget it, just let him stay in Daming." Anyway, Daming has a lot of food, and he doesn't care about one more person's rations. ”

Blott was so blocked by Zhang Ru's words that he couldn't speak, the various tribes on the grassland were not working together, and with the name of the little prince, he could barely make most people obey his orders. If the little prince is allowed to stay in the Ming Kingdom, whether this little prince is real or not, then he Brott will become a sinner in the grassland.

Zhang Ru lifted Erlang's legs and made a gesture of invitation very unhappily: "Okay, you have seen it, but I can't let you take it away now." When have you met His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, His Majesty agreed to let you take people away, and you will come to lead people again. If you really don't want to, I don't mind. It should be a very good treatment to let a little prince on the grassland be his subordinate. It's good to go, don't send it! ”

Brott left the Dingbian Hou Mansion with a black face, but in the Hou Mansion, there was an arrogant laughter.