The next day, Zhu Gui was woken up by Xu Miaoqing.

"What's wrong? Was there an earthquake? Zhu Gui rubbed his eyes and asked.

"Did you forget something?" Xu Miaoqing, who was dressed in plain clothes, crossed her waist with one hand and stretched out her hand to Zhu Gui with the other.

"Forgot something?" Zhu Gui glanced out the window, it was still early, and it was not yet time for a routine visit.

"It's the skin care product you gave to the concubine yesterday."

Xu Miaoqing walked over, bent down, and pointed at Zhu Gui's forehead with her green onion finger and said.

"Oh, oh, I know, I know, it's really the king's negligence."

Zhu Gui quickly sat up, and then took out a gift box from the cup on his side like a trick.

"You're ready for a long time? That's pretty much it. ”

Xu Miaoqing was overjoyed, and then left with the gift box.

Zhu Gui shook his head, it seems that this is the nature of women.

It's cute, though.

Zhu Gui lost his sleepiness and got up quickly.

Since it was still early for breakfast, the chef was still preparing.

So Zhu Gui planned to go to the street to eat, just to relive the 'good' time in his memory.

Because Xu Miaoqing was still freshening up, after he was informed, he took two pro-soldiers in civilian clothes to the street.

Since this memory was made before Zhu Gui's soul pierced the Ming Dynasty, he only had some impressions.

Now these impressions coincide with what I see in front of me, like revisiting an old movie that I have seen in the past but have a vague impression.

But that's just her opinion, and other people who know him well don't think so.

Zhu Guigang walked to a busy street, and I don't know who suddenly shouted, 'The acting king is coming'.

In less than ten seconds, all the shops were closed and all the pedestrians disappeared.

The corners of Zhu Gui's mouth twitched, it seemed that he still underestimated his reputation in Nanjing City.

The two soldiers behind him were blindsided.

"Lord Wang, what's going on? Is your deterrent power so great? ”

The deterrent power of bullshit, Zhu Gui couldn't help but complain in his heart.

But he didn't say anything.

Walking through the streets that resembled ghost markets, he picked up a monkey-faced mask from the ground and seemed to have an idea.

So when he came to the next street, he was already wearing a mask.

The people on this street have apparently received the news.

Most of them act like they want to run away at any moment.

However, because Zhu Gui wore a mask, although he also attracted the attention of many people, no one had yet linked him to the acting king.

This made Zhu Gui feel emotional.

He went to a stall in the middle of the street, ordered three breakfasts, and then ordered the guards to sit down and eat together.

The guard still wanted to refuse and sit with the prince, but he committed the crime of disrespect and wanted to be killed.

But under Zhu Gui's 'coercion', the two still sat down with some trepidation.

Zhu Gui folded the lower part of the mask, which solved the trouble of eating.

The food in this shop has a bland taste, and even the salt is very small.

In the end, Zhu Gui exchanged a little refined salt by himself, and he could barely eat it after adding ingredients.

However, it also shows that even in Nanjing, salt is a very luxurious daily consumable.

If you can hold the right to sell salt in Nanjing City, you will really be lying on the golden mountain.

However, Zhu Gui is just thinking about it, Nanjing's relationship network is very complicated, and it is not easy to do business here.

He didn't have that much energy to spend on that.

When Zhu Gui was eating, he heard something about him at the next table.

"I heard that the ancestor of the acting king has come back and appeared on the adjacent street."

"Oh my god, what are you going to eat? Hurry up and run, if you bump into it, you may lose your life. ”

"What's the hurry, if the acting king really comes, someone will report the news, I heard that the 'anti-representative army' has been reorganized."

"That's okay, it's only been half a year, I didn't expect that ancestor to come back, but this time it shouldn't be long, right?"

"It should be, the emperor will leave as soon as his birthday is over, after all, he is already a vassal king."

Zhu Gui next to him almost didn't squirt out the food.

What the hell is the 'Anti-Generational Army'?

He didn't want to eat anymore, and he was about to leave with people with no interest.

Unintentionally, I almost bumped into a well-dressed rich young master.

"How do you walk? Don't have long eyes? The rich young master scolded, and the two little guys behind him rolled up their sleeves and walked in front of Zhu Gui, about to make a move.

Zhu Gui's personal soldiers immediately stepped forward.

The surrounding passers-by immediately began to surround themselves, looking like they were doing a good job.

Zhu Gui stretched out his hand to stop the pro-soldier, then sighed and took off the mask.

"You kid has a kind of face, and you dare to pick noodles...... Acting king? ”

After the rich young master saw Zhu Gui's face, he was so frightened that his legs went weak and he knelt on the ground.

As for the passers-by who were thinking of eating melons, they were stunned for half a second, and then dispersed in a hurry.

Even the two little guys of the rich young master mixed in the crowd and fled for their lives.

Zhu Gui frowned and looked at the rich young master in front of him, who was already scared to pee: "Why don't you run?" ”

"I—I'm weak in my legs." The rich young master wants to cry without tears.

"Lift him up." Zhu Gui said to the soldiers.

So the two pro-soldiers set up the rich young master.

Unexpectedly, his body trembled, his eyes rolled, and he passed out.

Zhu Gui: "......"

"Wake him up."

Zhu Gui said coldly.

A miserable scream suddenly came out of the mouth of the rich young master, and one of his arms was already like a noodle.

"Spare my life on behalf of the king, I really have no intention, you can do whatever you ask me to do, just want to spare my life."

The rich young master held back the pain, and began to beg for mercy with a handful of snot and tears.

"Okay, okay, if you talk nonsense, I'll let you be a eunuch."

Zhu Gui said viciously.

I don't know if it's the effect of this sentence or because of Zhu Gui himself, the rich young master's eyes widened and he closed his mouth.

"Listen to this king, this king will not do anything to you."

The rich young master nodded like pounded garlic.

"What's your name?"

"Feng Shaoqiang."

"What does your dad do?"

"Salt sellers."

"Oh?"

Zhu Gui's eyes lit up suddenly, he was worried that he couldn't interfere in Nanjing's salt road business, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to send it to the door himself.

"Young Master Feng, is it? Would you like to be the king's horseman? ”

Zhu Gui patted Feng Shaoqiang's face and said with a smile.

"Willing and willing, as long as the prince can spare the little one's life, let the little one do anything." Feng Shaoqiang said immediately.

"Okay, let's go back to the palace with this king."

Zhu Gui took Feng Shaoqiang back to the palace, and at the same time sent his own soldiers to Feng's house to inform his father.

Along the way, Feng Shaoqiang's face was very ugly.

It wasn't until he arrived at the gate of the palace that he finally mustered up the courage to ask: "Lord Wang, I want to ask, what is Ma Zai?" ”