"I heard that the edict of the Ming Dynasty has been written a long time ago, and it has been placed behind the Zhengda Guangming plaque, and His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty originally planned to take it out in front of the Manchu Dynasty civil and military after his death, and after comparing it with a copy of the edict in his private collection, it will be succeeded by the designated prince, why is it so soon that it will be announced to the world?" Ulugh Beg asked, puzzled.

He also planned to join forces with Zhu Gaochi, who helped Zhu Gaochi take the throne, and Zhu Gaochi helped him recapture the area east of Herat.

Ping Jiangbo had no way out, and Zhu Di suddenly canonized the crown prince and announced to the world that they had no way out. If Zhu Gaochi can't ascend the throne, the title of Pingjiang Bofu can't be passed on to the next generation, and they will no longer be considered powerful.

The fate of Pingjiang Bofu can also be imagined.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell the world, even if you don't tell the world, there will still be many people on the side of four." Ping Jiangbo continued to lobby this person, "Could it be that His Royal Highness the Prince has a second way to go now?"

Ulugh Beg shook his head and asked, "However, His Royal Highness the Great Prince has been imprisoned, can we still cooperate?"

"Your Highness can't come out for the time being, but rest assured, His Royal Highness the Prince, the tiger poison does not eat children, don't say that His Highness has done nothing, even if he has done anything, even if he raises troops to rebel, with the emperor's fatherly heart, the emperor will not kill His Highness. And as long as there are people, of course they can cooperate."

Ulugh Beg had to admire Zhu Di's fatherly heart, "Your Majesty the Great Emperor of the Ming Dynasty is a very great father."

Ping Jiangbo smiled noncommittally, "If you want to pull the four people down from the crown prince, the only way is to subvert my Da Ming."

Ulugh Beg was taken aback and his eyes widened, "How to subvert the Ming Dynasty?"

"There are two things that need to be done by your country, one is that I sent two missions to Western countries, and the purpose of these two missions to Western countries is to spy on the military and national conditions of that country;

"Second, if we can join forces with Western countries to exert pressure on our Ming Dynasty, maybe His Majesty the Great Emperor of the Ming Dynasty will change his mind, and at that time, the real power of the Ming Dynasty will be in the hands of His Royal Highness the Great Prince, not to mention helping your country take back the territory east of Herat, even if it is to help your country conquer the West, it will not be a problem!"

Ping Jiangbo talked a little too much, picked up the teacup and took a sip, looking at Ulube's somewhat vague face from the dense tea gas, he was puzzled, but soon, the look on Ulube's face became firm, Pingjiangbo lowered his eyes, and his heart settled down.

"That's it! It's just ......" Ulugh Beg was still a little hesitant.

The two envoys to the Western countries, one by sea, led by Tan Yuan and Ma Sanbao, by sea, and the other caravan from India, loaded with spices, under the escort of the Ming Army, headed for the West.

Zhu Gaoxian did not give them any orders for the two teams, where they must go or what they want to achieve, they can move freely and decide for themselves, provided that they are safe and can return at any time.

Ping Jiangbo slowly put down the teacup and asked with a smile, "Does His Royal Highness the Prince have any other questions that I need to answer?"

Ulugh Beg stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "Your country's missile defense system!"

Ping Jiangbo's heart jumped, but his face pretended to be silent, he looked at Ulugh Beg, "Your Royal Highness the Prince, we have only heard about this thing, and even His Majesty the Great Emperor has not paid attention to it, you said, it can automatically launch missiles, first of all, what is a missile?"

The two looked at each other, laughed, raised the teacup, replaced the wine with tea, and drank it all.

The missile defense system, sure enough, as he thought, is just something imagined by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Ming Dynasty, how can there be automatic launch, automatic positioning, and something that has never been heard of *** in this world!

It was Liu Zhong who escorted the caravan to the west by land, and the officers and soldiers of the five hundred households under his command, who protected these merchants of the Ming Dynasty along the way, also transported a little goods themselves, which was regarded as saving a little money for the journey.

The journey from east to west was very long, but it was not without it, and they crossed the Indus River, passed south of Timur, and followed the Persian Gulf to the Euphrates, where they crossed

After that, we went to Damascus.

In the 12th century, after the conquest of Damascus by Nur al-Din Mahmoud, Damascus became the capital of a large empire, and the city began to revive and introduce many new architectural forms. Later, after the rulers of Egypt acquired Damascus, they again made it their capital.

Until the Mongol invasion, Damascus became the second largest city after Cairo, through which people could trade Byzantine or Chinese silk.

It was a prosperous place, and the city's rulers encouraged people to make luxury goods such as brocade, metal inlays, ceramics and glass, which the ruling class could squander or supply the European market.

Damascus was one of the western terminus of the Silk Road, and was in the process of being rebuilt after being severely damaged by Timur.

But it's still thriving.

The walls were devastated by artillery fire, but their silhouettes can still be clearly seen, with a total of seven gates, which also outline the original outline of Damascus.

The straight street south of the city is home to handicrafts, textiles and spices, and for thousands of years it has served as a hub for Damascus trade and is home to Jewish believers.

At a table by the window at the Twinbridge Tavern on Hamedia Street, sat four yellow-skinned men who came every morning to sit for half an hour and drink two glasses of wine before leaving.

There are Arabian-style inns, Damascus' steelmaking skills create a sharp weapon, and castile soap has a unique and intriguing scent, unlike the soap of the Ming Dynasty......

A red sun rose from the east, and the whole city was bathed in the glow of the orange morning glow, and when Liu Zhong and the others came out of the Shuangqiao Tavern, a barefoot Nanhai rushed coldly from the other end of Yedi Street, holding a cake that had just been stolen from the shop under his arm.

At the entrance of the shop opposite, a group of people were playing gambling games on the side of the street, and the two dice were constantly being thrown into the air, and real shouts and laughter were heard.

A luxurious carriage passed quickly on the street, raising a puff of dust, and Liu Zhong and the others were pounced on their faces, pulled up their collars, and covered their mouths and noses to prevent themselves from eating dust.

After the carriage passed, Liu Zhong and the others turned to the right side of the street, in front of which was a market selling cooked food, Liu Zhong and the others had only bought food in the market once, but after eating, they began to have diarrhea.

A girl who looked to be about fourteen or fifteen years old, but with a slightly bulging lower abdomen, walked towards them, the veil on her face was blown up by the wind, revealing her plump and ruddy lips, and as she passed them, she picked up a pea from Liu Zhong's hand.

Liu Zhong and the others were shocked, but the passers-by on the side of the road did not care, in Damascus, there is a tradition that the soon-to-be-mothered woman meets a man she likes on the street, and she must boldly ask the other party to share his food, and in the future, her child will be as handsome as the other party, and have the same outstanding and noble character as the other party.

Liu Zhong and the others did not know, but at this time, a young man, about twenty-four or five years old, came over, he saw the puzzlement of these Orientals, and kindly, with a picture, explained the confusion to them in the language of the Arab countries.

The interpreter asked the man's name, and the man said, "My name is Qasim, I'm from Neshapur in the Persian Gulf, where are you from?"

The interpreter glanced at Liu Zhong, Liu Zhong nodded, and the interpreter greeted the man, "We are from the country of the East, and our country is called Ming, where the sun rises."

Qasim glanced at the red sun in the east and sighed, "It must be very magical and beautiful, the sun has dispersed the stars, and the birds are singing in the branches, ah, how desirable!"

The interpreter translated Qasim's words to Liu Zhong and others, Liu Zhong couldn't understand it, he only felt that this person looked like a madman, but he was also a good person, so he said, "This person has expressed kindness to us, if he goes to Daming in the future, we can warmly entertain him!"

Qasim made a *** etiquette to Liu Zhong and the others, and said, "Thank you very much for your kindness and enthusiasm, in this life, I will definitely go to the Ming Kingdom in the East."

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A group of people stopped in the road, to be precise, a group of ruffians, and the people in the middle kicked one foot at the ground, and from the gap it could be seen that there was an old, ragged old man lying on the ground, curled up in a ball, covering his head with his hands, and from time to time he let out a muffled snort.

Kasim didn't bother to talk to the Ming people, but rushed forward and stopped in front of the man, "What are you doing? Why did you treat him like that? Spare this poor man!"

At the head was a man like a bamboo pole, and a deep scar was drawn on his face from the corner of his left eye to the corner of his right mouth.

Scarface came forward, looked Kassim up and down, looked at him for a long time, pointed at him and burst into laughter, "Who did I say, it turned out to be our great poet Qasim, ahhahaha, tell you, I'm Damascus, I hate you poets who come with your mouth open the most, call me!"

"Hit, hit, hit!"

Qasim lay on the man's body, punch after punch, kick after kick, all kicks on him, until he lay on the ground like a dead dog, when someone went up, grabbed him by the hair, smashed his head to the ground, and said viciously, "Damned poet, idle poet, unreligious scoundrel!"

The interpreter had a good chat with Kassim, but he didn't expect that in a blink of an eye, Kasim became the target of the group beating, and he might not even know the person he was protecting, but he still rushed forward without hesitation.

"O poet!" I have also read a few poetry collections, mainly because the way people here remember things is poetry collections, but all poets have a cynical heart, or a pure heart full of enthusiasm for the world.

"Senho-sama, this, this, will he die?" The interpreter was in a hurry, but he didn't have the courage of Qasim.