Zhu Di stood on the high platform, crossed his waist, looked at the Warat messenger with cold eyes, and his voice was full of anger: "Go back and ask you Mahami Khan, how many heads does he have enough for me to cut off." ”

"Go back and ask him how many people I have left in the Warat to kill."

"Negotiate terms with me, threaten me? Mahamu, you're still too tender. ”

The peace book was smashed in the center of the Fengtian Palace, and the officials on both sides saw that the emperor was so angry, and they were immediately curious about what was written on the peace book.

The prince stepped forward and picked up the peace book.

Several ministers suddenly leaned over and looked at each other with a few pairs of eyes.

While watching, the prince laughed hehehe.

Behind him, several ministers also showed inexplicable smiles on their faces after reading this peace request.

Mahamu is also too arrogant.

Dare to directly threaten our dynasty, saying that he is also a generation of wise monarchs, and the third generation of the Ming Dynasty has no one, and no one fights with his children and grandchildren?

Maybe before the change, Yu Xuekui, Yang Shiqi and others may panic and be threatened.

But now, Yu Xuekui, Yang Shiqi, Xia Yuanji and others only feel that this is too arrogant at first, and it is too early to speak.

No one in the third generation of the Ming Dynasty?

Fight but that first?

Amusing.

It's ridiculous.

At the end of last year, during the war, the third generation of the monarch of the Ming Dynasty beat your Mahamu's grandson first.

The bigwigs of the court don't care about this peace letter at all.

The crown prince also smiled, took back the peace request, handed it to the messenger of Nawara, and said gently: "You go back and talk to Mahami Khan, and say that the Ming Dynasty does not accept his peace request, and you can take as many cattle and sheep as you should give." ”

The crown prince, with the support of the third-generation son, dared to say such tough words.

The old man sitting on the dragon chair also spoke directly because he had the support of his grandson: "Before, I planned to ask for 20,000 sheep and 5,000 cows. ”

"Now I've changed my mind."

Zhu Di waved his hand, and the lion opened his mouth: "Go back and tell Ma Hamu that he will pay 30,000 sheep, 10,000 cattle, and 3,000 horses, and this matter is over." ”

Speaking of this, Zhu Di smiled: "Otherwise, I will lead the three major battalions to penetrate your Wara!" ”

This is not a joke.

When the messenger of Warat heard this, his face trembled, he had wanted to argue.

But when he saw Zhu Di's majestic and terrifying look, the words that the messenger of Wara swallowed back when he came to his mouth.

"Yes, His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty, I will definitely give your words, the accuser of Mahami Khan." The Warat envoy said aggrievedly.

Zhu Di bowed: "Go, Da Ming has prepared a good room for you to rest." ”

After saying that, the officials of the Ministry of Rites quickly came out of the line, took this Warat messenger, and quickly walked out of the Fengtian Temple.

Zhu Di glanced at the hundred officials and smiled: "My asking price is not high, right?" ”

The crown prince hesitated: "Your Majesty, is it a little more?" ”

Yang Shiqi smiled: "Not much. ”

"Less." Natsuhara Yoshimichi.

Zhu Di's eyes lit up, and he pointed at Xia Yuanji and laughed: "I like you." ”

"I don't have a lion to open my mouth, this asking price is really cheap, Mahamu, this old dog, should be snickering when hiding in the quilt."

"Okay, let's disperse if it's okay."

Hundreds of officials retreated.

The old man took the first step and left the Fengtian Palace, and the prince was quick and hurriedly followed.

"Daddy."

"Daddy."

"Dad, you wait for me, don't go so fast."

The old man is more than fifty people, but he walks like a fly, walking fast, and the prince can't catch up at all.

Zhu Di turned his head and saw that the prince took the initiative to follow him today, and couldn't help but be a little curious: "Boss, what's the matter?" ”

The prince sighed with emotion: "Dad, when will Zhan Ji be able to restore his identity and canonize his grandson?" ”

"You also heard, now Mahamu is bullying us that there is no third generation."

"Say it's not aggrieved, it's all fake, Taisun is obviously very strong, but he can't put it on the surface."

Zhu Di sighed.

The prince was right, when Ma Hamu was showing off his grandson first, the old man really wanted to show off his grandson.

On the battlefield, Ma Hamu had seen the divine power of Taisun, but he didn't know that this was actually the third generation of monarchs of the Ming Dynasty.

To be honest, Zhu Di is really looking forward to canonizing the grandson as soon as possible, and when Mahamu's old dog learns the identity of the grandson, will he be so angry that he vomits blood.

You say that I have no one in the third generation of the Ming Dynasty.

Then let's show you a wise gentleman.

"Can't wait?" Zhu Di looked at the crown prince.

The crown prince did not hide it, and nodded honestly: "Yes, I want Zhanji to return to the royal family as soon as possible." ”

"It's coming, it's coming......" Zhu Di smiled, a flash of anticipation flashed on his face.

Wait until that day.

When the people of the entire Ming Empire know that the famous Zhu is actually the grandson of the Ming Emperor, will it attract the entire Yingtianfu, thousands of empty alleys, and every household kneeling down to worship the emperor's grandson?

After all, Zhu's case is now the people's desire.

If he transforms himself and becomes the eldest grandson of the Ming Emperor, it will only be the blessing of the society and the blessing of the people.

"Dad, I heard that the Ministry of Rites is already preparing." The prince asked.

Zhu Di glanced at him and nodded: "Yes, on the first day of the third month, canonize the grandson." ”

Zhu Gaochi smiled: "Thank you, Dad, Dad, for your trouble." ”

"You save me something, it's fine." Zhu Di waved his hand and walked away quickly.

The crown prince stood in place, looking forward to the arrival of that day in his heart, and he muttered: "Zhanji, you will be able to return to the East Palace when the time comes, your mother is not comfortable in the palace now, the concubines and ladies all bully her, saying that she has no son......"

"Zhanji, dad is in the palace, waiting for you to come."

The fat man's face was filled with relief.

……

After the dispersal of the dynasty, those ministers who knew about it did not care.

But those ministers who didn't know that the grandson was still there, but they were so angry that they had nothing to say, and they were still abusing them until they left the palace.

"The hateful Mahamu, who suffered a defeat, dared to threaten our Ming Dynasty, saying that there is no one in the third generation of our Ming Dynasty."

"It's disgusting."

"However, there is really no one in the third generation of our Ming Dynasty, this is a wound that has been poked by others, aggrieved!"

"Who said it wasn't, hey, blame us for not having a good imperial grandson."

Several officials sighed, filled with righteous indignation, feeling that Daming had lost face and was slandered by others like this.

It's just that when they left the palace and continued into the downtown area, intending to go home, they suddenly saw such a scene.

I saw a Mongolian, bearded, holding several strings of sugar gourds in his hands, crouching down and talking to a few children.

The children looked at the sugar gourd in his hand with blank eyes.

"Can you give us one?"

"This sugar gourd looks delicious."

"Uncle Bearded ......"

A few kids are spoiling, hoping that the bearded man will give them the sugar gourd they want.

The bearded Mongol grinned, touched their heads one by one, and said, "You can have a string of these sugar gourds, but I have a request, can you agree?" ”

When the children heard that there were sugar gourds to eat, they immediately nodded hurriedly: "Yes." ”

The bearded man smiled and sang a ballad: "The Zhu family rebelled against the country, one generation of tyrants, one generation of benevolence, and after three generations, there is no one, and the country will die at dusk." ”

A child of a few years old, who has no concept of the emperor.

I don't know if they will make a mistake when they shout like this.

All they know is that the sugar gourd in the hands of this bearded man is very tempting.

"Come, follow along." The bearded man held up a few strings of sugar gourds and smiled.

Taking advantage of the children's innocence, several children read it.

"The Zhu family rebelled against the country, a generation of tyrants, a generation of benevolence, and no one in the third generation, the sun is twilight, and the country will die......"