Emperor Jianwen, Zhu Yunwen, the name of the loser, the name of the taboo.

Emperor Yongle, Zhu Di, the name of the winner, the name of the immortal.

One is on the throne, justifiably named, with an army of millions under his command, countless civil ministers and military generals, and sits on the world.

A northern Yan king, entrenched in Shuntian, with few and fine soldiers, blocking the wolves of the northern grasslands, looking at the land of the Central Plains from afar, grinding his teeth and sucking blood, just waiting to kill people.

History books tell us countless times that a humble gentleman who encounters a ruffian and hooligan is about to suffer. Where Zhu Di, the king of Yan, passed, the corpses and bones were all over the field, and he rushed all the way to the capital, and saw the flames soaring to the sky, and the imperial city was burning.

Jianwen was defeated, he lost the world.

Is it better to be like this, no matter how grand the funeral is, as long as he dies, my Zhu Di's country will have no trouble.

Extinguishing the fire, examining the charred corpses, dragging them out one by one, filling the entire hall, letting the people they brought carefully identify, and finally getting a result, the person is gone, and the jade seal of the country is also gone.

Zhu Di was furious, and immediately ordered a blockade of Yingtian, ordered his subordinates to lead an army, dig three feet into the ground, search Jinling, and send a team of military horses out of the city to search Jinling within a radius of 100 miles.

The army searched for three months, and it had stretched to five hundred miles around Jinling, until Zhu Di came back to his senses and was sure that he had secured the throne, but the body was still not found.

What would a defeated emperor do if he was still alive and had escaped his pursuit?

Suicide in shame and anger? This is the best, and everyone will save trouble.

Flee overseas, go incognito, and live a dull life? That's fine, I can even send you guards, as long as you're willing to be plain.

There is another possibility, and the most worrying one, that is, this nephew, who is not yet a weapon, has experienced a big defeat, and one day, he will make a comeback, raise the jade seal of the country, raise his arms, and gather people.

At that time, oneself or one's own son, grandson, may become a loser!

No, you have to find him!

All the way along the sea, far away, to the West of the West, to the overseas, to find his traces, by the way, to spread the glory of my Yongle prosperous world.

There is another way, choosing a capable brocade guard, quietly disappearing into the crowd, secretly chasing traces in various prefectures and towns.

Hu Yuanjie is the leader of this group of people.

Hu Yuanjie, when he was young, he was famous in Shili and Eight Townships, mainly because he was born with white hair, just like Qi Chen's uncle Liu Yishui. But the strange thing is that after a few months, his hair slowly turned black, only the corner of his forehead, which was still silver-white.

This person can be selected by Emperor Yongle to do this important thing related to the rise and fall of the dynasty, and he must have something extraordinary.

It's dawn.

The middle gate of the Qianning Wangfu is wide open, two huge and mighty stone lions in front of the door, on the side of the stone lions, there is a row of military horses each, from time to time a herald rushes out of the door, inserts a red feather, straddles a fast horse, and gallops towards the city gate in the distance.

This situation continued until the sun hung high in the middle, until the horses ran out, and a red figure walked out of the gate, bald-headed, with a blue face, carrying a long sword, walked a few steps, looked back at the golden "Qianning Palace" on the gate, smiled coldly, and walked towards the distance.

Two housekeeper-like men walked to the door, closed the door, and opened the small door on the side.

As soon as you enter the honor, residential cemeteries, carriages and sedan chairs, they must be in accordance with the specifications, and if they exceed the specifications, they are called over-the-limit, and if they fail to meet the specifications, they are also over-the-top.

Behind the gate, the shadow wall is carved with the picture of the beast, the shape of the fox resembles a lion, the dragon gives birth to one of the nine sons, it is rumored that it is the child born of the nine heavenly true dragons and lions, the courage is incomparable, and the family of military generals is the most respected.

Behind the shadow wall, the front yard is quite wide, the bluestone avenue, on the grass on both sides, there are several stone platforms scattered, and a few families are trimming the stone platforms that look like ordinary flowers.

Through the front yard, the main courtyard is extremely deep, there are seven side rooms on each side, the avenue goes to the end, a main house, and only here, it can be regarded as a carved beam and a painted building.

Two-storey pavilion, more than three zhang high, a layer of red sandalwood main gate, carved birds and beasts, around the main house, surrounded by a circle of heavy armor soldiers, carrying a wide and thick knife, two at the door, is nine feet tall and full of face meat is extremely majestic.

If the female family wants to go to the backyard, they will go around the long distance and walk against the wall. The main house discusses the military, and irrelevant people retreat and approach without authorization, and they can be conspiracy and killed.

Mu Bin stood on the left side of the door, still in the same tattered clothes, probably not sleeping all night, his face was a little sleepy, but his eyes were still bright, his ears were pricked up, and he tried his best to hear the sound inside.

After waiting for a while, there was no longer a sound, Mu Bin couldn't help but tilt his body, stretched his neck, and was about to reach into the door. The big man at the door stretched out a huge slap, pressed Mu Bin's face, and pushed him aside.

Mu Bin raised his eyebrows and looked at the big man, his mouth was open, a silent threat, the big man didn't look at him, his eyes were hollow in front of him, the corners of his mouth were provoked, and the military order was like a mountain, if you kid jumped in, my grandfather would be unhappy and cut off my head, didn't I lose?

The two scolded and ignored, and confronted each other for a long time, until a clear voice came from inside the door,

"Stand down, all of you. ”

"Yes!"

With a roar, the soldiers around the main room left in order, Mu Bin grinned, triumphant, and whispered,

"Brother Shi, I'm looking for you to fight for wine at night. ”

The big man nodded, and commanded in a low voice,

"It's not right, don't make Grandpa angry. ”

Then he waved his hand and walked towards the front yard. No one stopped him anymore, Mu Bin seemed to have taken off his tight spell, ran into the door, and shouted,

"Father, I heard that it was the demon who attacked the city"

didn't finish a sentence, and was stunned.

Mu Sheng, the prince of Qianguo, about forty years old, with three long beards, handsome and elegant, sat in the main hall, with a stack of letterheads on the table next to him, the tea cup in his hand had just reached his mouth, and he was about to take a sip of herbal tea, frowning and staring at Mu Bin, who was jumping up and down like a monkey, and pulled down his face.

On the wooden chair on the left side of the lobby, there was a thin middle-aged man, dressed in gray clothes, with red and black skin, who seemed to be often exposed to the sun, with an ordinary face, full of wind and frost, and threw it into the ground, no different from the farmer who often worked, only the long silver and white hair on his forehead was quite dazzling, and he was bowing his head and contemplating at the moment.

The right side was full of aroma, Zhong Lijiu gently shook the white jade wine jug, looked Mu Bin up and down, nodded appreciatively, and smiled at Mu Sheng,

"I heard that when Brother Mu was young, he often went into the mountains to wrestle with tigers and leopards, and now it seems that Ling Lang also has the style of Brother Mu back then. ”

Seeing that his son was not ashamed, raised his eyebrows and looked at himself suspiciously, looking very interested, Mu Sheng smiled bitterly, put down the tea cup, looked at the tattered clothes on his body, and shook his head,

"Come over yet, I've seen Mr. Zhongli and Master Hu Yuanjie. ”

Mu Bin smiled embarrassedly, and then respectfully saluted Zhong Lijiu and Hu Yuanjie, Hu Yuanjie was still thinking with low eyebrows, and just nodded slightly at the moment, Zhong Lijiu accepted the courtesy, bowed his head slightly, and asked Mu Bin with a smile,

"What is the difference between one enemy and ten thousand?"

As soon as he asked this, Mu Bin's face instantly became bitter.

Mu Sheng originally had an elder brother who inherited the family business of Qianning Wang, but unfortunately he was seriously ill and did not leave any descendants, so he left west.

Mu Sheng took over the inheritance, and now has two sons, Mu Bin, who is the head of Kunming City, and the second child is still young and still in infancy.

Although Mu Bin is said to have the name of being a gentleman outside, but the eyes of the master of the meritorious family in Kunming City are bright, this kid is the eldest son, and Mu Sheng when he was young is no different, it seems to be nonsense, but in fact he is shrewd, and he also has the blood of the gate, and the future Qianning Palace, probably he will be the master of the house.

The eldest son is the face of the family, and most of the people who come to visit him are Mu Sheng's close friends and colleagues.

This is bitter Mu Bin, his father has a lot of friends, from astronomy, down to geography, the national economy and people's livelihood, arranging troops, poems and songs, and asking and asking, all of them have become their own teachers.

The most hateful thing is that these people are considered elders according to their seniority, and they can't be angry no matter what, they can only deal with it with a smile regardless of praise or disapproval, and they are complaining in private while burying their heads in hard work.

I've never seen this person before, he's full of alcohol, he doesn't follow the rules at all, and he suddenly comes out and asks this and that to himself, it's really annoying.

"Mr. Zhongli asks the question, you can answer it well, what are you doing in a daze. ”

When his father's dissatisfied voice came, Mu Bin shook his spirits, raised a smile and bowed to Zhongli Jiu, but before he got up, his thoughts flew up.

Xiang Yu learned the sword from Xiang Liang, and once said that the sword enemy is one person, not enough to learn, and to learn ten thousand enemies.

A one-man enemy, the courage of blood, the sword crisscrosses between the two, but the blood is five steps, and he wins a moment of chivalrous fame.

Ten thousand enemies, through geography and astronomy, know the changes in formation, in the handsome platform, arrange troops, operate a million troops, such as through the arm fingers, conquer the city, invincible, a success, under the feet of ten thousand bones.

This question seems to be asking, what is the difference between a chivalrous man and a soldier?

Being in Jiangmen, Mu Bin naturally knew that he wanted to learn from the overlord of Western Chu, who was a 10,000-strong enemy, and was defeated by Han Xin, who was a real 10,000-strong enemy, leaving only the name of a one-man enemy with unparalleled courage in the history books.

However, Mu Bin didn't think about this question first, pretending to think seriously, and glanced to the side.

The person with a wisp of white hair on the top of his forehead on the right side, his father said that he was Hu Yuanjie, a strand of white hair on the top of his head, it seems that this person is right, it is said that this person led a group of brocade guards to track down the whereabouts of Emperor Jianwen, why is he in the mansion at this time.

The Mr. Zhongli on the left, even more strange, Zhongli is a compound surname, in the Manchu Dynasty, up to the first grade, down to the ninth grade, there are only a few people with a compound surname, and it is even more rare above the third grade, there is no Zhongli surname, at this moment, this strange Mr. Zhongli is in the Qianning Palace, and he can still laugh at his father with the things of his early years, which has never happened.

And the father was even more strange, and directly said Hu Yuanjie's name, which was a warning, but only said Zhongli's surname, not his name, as if he was worried that he was interested and pursued it.

A chuckle sounded in his ears, as if there was a low and cold snort from his father's dissatisfaction, Mu Bin quickly retracted his mind and thought about it carefully.

Grandfather Mu Ying, the adopted son of Emperor Hongwu, survived in the troubled times, until he reached the commander of the army, he was naturally a soldier, so what he learned was ten thousand enemies.

And Mr. Zhongli, who asked the question, looked lazy, without the iron and blood of a martial artist, like a gentleman, with a long sword hanging from his waist, he looked like a chic man in the rivers and lakes, and he was an enemy.

Could it be that this person is taking advantage of this question, but he actually wants to teach his father and correct the name of the people in the rivers and lakes?

The heart of victory rose, and the military books he learned in an instant swept through his heart, "Sun Tzu", "Wu Zi", "Taibai Yin Jing" and "Sima Fa" swept through his heart, and after a moment of silence, Mu Bin raised the corners of his mouth, and then took it back and looked up at his father.

I saw that his face was flat, gently sipping tea, as if he didn't care at all, and this Mr. Zhongli, as if with a hint of a bad smile, was waiting for himself, Mu Bin coughed lightly, and respectfully returned,

"Back to Zhongli's predecessors, there is no difference between one enemy and ten thousand enemies. ”

Out of the corner of his eye, his father shook his head as if dissatisfied, Mu Bin was worried, but Zhong Lijiu laughed, nodded lightly, and asked,

"Tell me, why do you think so?"

Mu Bin retracted his stubborn mentality and respectfully returned,

"A person is an enemy, the body is handsome, the fists and feet are like arms, the moves are slow or urgent, there are virtual and real, the enemy of 10,000 people, in the handsome camp, for the head, the soldiers are the hands and feet, manipulating the army, like an arm, before the duel, the military formation changes and attacks, it is also like two people have made a move, and the difference between the virtual and the real is clear. So it's no different. ”

After speaking, Mu Bin respectfully bowed deeply to Zhonglijiu and Hu Yuanjie, walked to Mu Sheng's side and stood still, quietly waiting for the teaching.

Mu Sheng nodded, took a sip of tea, and didn't speak, Hu Yuanjie still lowered his head with nothing to do with himself, Zhong Lijiu stood up, sighed, and said to Mu Sheng,

"It seems that in a hundred years, southern Xinjiang will no longer have to worry about it. Brother Mu, if Ling Lang is in the rivers and lakes, he can also dominate the situation. ”

Knowing Zhong Lijiu's details, Mu Sheng knew that this person would never talk about the scene, and he was also very relieved in his heart, looking at Mu Bin who was grinning with his teeth, he smiled bitterly,

"The undecided heart and the frizzy actions are all extracting the words from the book and stealing the truth of the sages, which should not be praised by Mr. Zhongli. ”

Zhong Lijiu was about to speak, when he suddenly frowned, a faint heat came from his palm, he shook his head and sighed, nodded and said,

"Brother Mu, Brother Hu, I'll go back to the backyard first. ”

Before the words could be spoken, the man disappeared.

Mu Bin's eyes widened, there were too many strange things on this day, first the battle on the top of Benyue Mountain, then the attack on the gate of the country, and then the two people in front of him, a Hu Yuanjie, and a Mr. Zhongli who disappeared in a flash, Kunming, is there really something wrong?

"Grandpa Mu, the lower officials are also gone. ”

Hu Yuanjie stood up and saluted respectfully towards Mu Sheng, and then put his hands into his cuffs, and swayed out slowly in a standard peasant look.

In the main hall of Nuoda, there are only two father and son, Mu Sheng picked up the tea cup, quietly tasted the tea that had already been cold, Mu Bin thought nonsense for a while, stabilized his mind, sorted out his thoughts, turned around and asked in a low voice,

"Father, I heard that the siege of the city is a group of monsters?"

Mu Sheng put down the teacup and nodded slightly.

Monsters may be rare in the Central Plains, but in southern Xinjiang, it is a well-known thing, many people have witnessed it, and although the people of the witch clan in southern Xinjiang are rare now, there are also a few people in the witch clan in the army, who have seen their witchcraft, which can make people's strength and speed increase a lot in an instant, but they will be weak for a long time after that.

There are no strange monsters, but the city wall is densely covered with artillery and fire dragon guards, and it is the first time that a group of demons have attacked the city.

Mu Bin opened his mouth, and was about to ask about the casualties, he glanced at the stack of papers on the table next to him, the color was dark yellow, and it was folded in the middle, it was the message in the army, and there were faint traces of blood on it.

"Then what is Hu Yuanjie going to do when he comes to Kunming?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't. ”

Looking back at the letterheads on the table, Mu Sheng's eyebrows furrowed, he stood up, and paced lightly in the room, Mu Bin's eyes followed his father around, he was also hungry all night, he couldn't help but feel a little dizzy, sighed impatiently, and suddenly raised his eyebrows,

"Father, who is this Mr. Zhongli? Why did he suddenly disappear, is the monster still living in our backyard?"

Stopped, seeing his son's face full of interest, Mu Sheng's mind turned slightly, nodded slightly, raised his hand to stop Mu Bin's questioning, wisped his long beard, pondered for a long time, and said solemnly,

"You go to rest first, and you can visit later, but after he leaves Southern Xinjiang, I need you to forget about this and their existence, can you do it?"