Zhu Cijiao returned to the bedroom, because he was thinking about how to protect his father, and he couldn't sleep on the bed.

He came through and knew that his father would face flight as soon as he ascended the throne, and he also knew that there were several dangers on the way to escape.

After tossing and turning, he finally came up with a solution, which was to give his father who had ascended the throne a special gift, so that this gift could inspire his father when danger came on the way to escape in the future.

Tomorrow Zhu Youlang will set off to ascend the throne and claim the emperor, Zhu Ciyu got up, rushed out the enthronement gift overnight, put it in the envelope, sealed the envelope, and wrote the words "Father and Emperor Secret" on the front of the envelope.

The seventeenth day of the winter month, early in the morning. The cold wind was blowing and scraping on my face.

However, the family members of King Gui's Mansion were already busy packing their clothes.

Zhu Youlang also got up early in the morning and packed up important things in the study.

Everyone was busy, and no one was playing with Zhu Ci, so he could only walk around the house.

Zhu Cijiao went to Zhu Youlang's study and saw his father rummaging through here and there.

He jumped into the study.

"Father is also collecting things, where are you going?"

"Go to Zhaoqing."

"Father went to Zhaoqing to ascend the throne and become emperor?"

"Yes, my father will be emperor tomorrow."

"If my father becomes the emperor, will he become the prince?"

"That's right, you're smart."

"My father is the emperor, it's gratifying, what gift did the son give you?"

Zhu Cijiao pretended to scratch his head with his little hands, making a contemplative look of a little adult.

"Do you want to give your father a gift?" Zhu Youlang asked with wide eyes.

"Yes! The son gave his father a thing, wait a minute, and the son will come soon. ”

Zhu Cijiao happily ran out of the study.

After a while, he ran in again with an envelope in his hand.

"Son, what kind of gift do you give to your father?" Zhu Youlang looked at his son and asked curiously.

"The son can't tell the father if the father can promise the son and don't open the envelope in front of the son and others." Zhu Ci looked at Zhu Youlang with blank eyes, waiting for his father's answer.

"Yes, my father promised you."

"Father, if you have to speak! Let's pull the hook! Zhu Cijiao said, stretching out his little finger.

Zhu Youlang also stretched out his little finger, and the little fingers of the father and son hooked together: "Pull the hook, pull the hook, a hundred years, no regrets." ”

After pulling the hook, Zhu Ciyu took a step forward and bowed respectfully to Zhu Youlang.

"I wish my father a smooth ascension to the throne and a victorious start." As he spoke, he handed the envelope with both hands.

At this moment, Zhu Cijiao prayed silently in his heart, hoping that this special gift could help his father escape the pursuit of the Qing army.

"Thank you, Auntie!" Zhu Youlang took the envelope and glanced at it.

In the middle of the envelope is written "Father's Secret Deposit", and on the bottom of the envelope is signed "爝" and date: November 18, 1646.

Zhu Youlang put the envelope into his briefcase along with the packed documents.

At this time, his wife Wang walked in: "Lord Wang, have you packed up your things?" Do you need help from a concubine? ”

"Packed up, it's just some important things." She was very sensible and gave me a gift for enthronement. Zhu Youlang touched Zhu Ci's head and praised Zhu Ci'er.

"What gift can I give you, a two- or three-year-old child?"

"Secret, Ji'er asks for secrecy."

"Oh, your father and son also have secrets, then I don't know what to do, the concubine will change the prince's clothes." Wang said as he took off his official uniform from the hanger and put it on for Zhu Youlang.

"Lord Wang, this is an unpredictable situation, can you think about it again?" Wang persuaded while buttoning Zhu Youlang.

What Wang said is that although Zhu Youlang is now 23 years old, he is pampered and has less experience.

He had previously been named King Yongming, and his fief was in the south of Hunan, but he had never been to the fiefdom and had been living in Guangxi, and had never left the blessing of his father, Zhu Changying, the king of Guiduan.

For more than 20 years, Zhu Youlang has hardly experienced any strong winds and waves, but now he wants to ascend the throne and become the emperor and compete with the powerful Qing army, which is not an ordinary danger.

"Save the Ming Dynasty, this king is the orthodox blood of the royal family, how can he stand idly by." Zhu Youlang is righteous and eloquent.

Listening to Zhu Youlang's bloody words, Zhu Cirong's awe of his father spontaneously arose.

Zhu Youlang, as the last vassal king of the Ming Dynasty, ascended the throne and became the emperor, saving the Ming Dynasty from fire and water, and recovering the Ming Dynasty, which is his duty.

Besides, every bloody vassal king should choose this way.

Zhu Youlang ascended the throne and became the emperor, and Zhu Cijiao, as the bloodline of the Ming royal family and the son of Zhu Youlang, escorted his father and helped his father to recover the lost land, and it was also his mission to be bright and bright.

He proposed to his father, "Father, please allow your son to come with you." ”

Going into battle is inseparable from the father and son soldiers, although Zhu Youlang said that he was going to be the emperor, but it was not much different from killing the enemy in battle.

"Father agrees." Erchen has this intention, and Zhu Youlang is very happy in his heart. But I also felt a sigh, you are less than three years old, when can you help your father?

"Thank you, Father." Zhu Cijiao was also very happy.

"The hour has come, please start driving." Governor Qu Shiyun came to urge.

"Tell me to go down, this king will drive." Zhu Youlang held a briefcase in one hand and Zhu Cijiao in the other, and sat in his own exclusive car.

His wife, Wang, and his family followed, got into their respective carriages, and drove out of King Gui's mansion.

The carriage rattled for six or seven hours. Zhu Cijiao saw that his father was stretching and looking very sleepy.

"I'll hammer my father's back." Zhu Ciyu said, moved to Zhu Youlang's side, and hammered evenly on Zhu Youlang's waist and back with two small fists.

"Ji'er, when you arrive in Zhaoqing, you must listen to your mother's words, study hard, and only when you grow up can you help your father govern the country."

Zhu Youlang enjoyed the filial piety of Zhu'er, and at the same time explained to his son what happened after he arrived in Zhaoqing.

"Father, I still want to practice martial arts first, so that I can contribute to the court and protect my father and mother."

……

Zhu Ciyu has been good at words since he could speak, Zhu Youlang likes his cute look, father and son are together, very close and harmonious.

From Wuzhou to Zhaoqing, it is more than 100 kilometers, and it also belongs to the place controlled by King Gui, and the march is fast and accessible.

In the evening, Zhu Youlang, his family, and 10,000 officers and soldiers arrived at Zhaoqing Mansion smoothly.

Although it was an eventful autumn, Zhaoqing Mansion was unprecedented.

The road leading to the mansion was lined with people welcoming them.

"Welcome King Gui to the airport."

"Welcome King Gui to the airport."

……

This cheer is enough to see the eagerness of the officials and the people for Zhu Youlang to ascend the throne and become emperor, and Zhu Youlang came to Zhaoqing to be the emperor, just to win the hearts of the people.

The 8,000 infantry and more than 1,000 cavalry who came with them set up a temporary barracks in the open space near Zhaoqing Prefecture.

Zhu Youlang, Zhu Cijiao, civil and military officials, and family members continued to be stationed in Zhaoqing Mansion.

Although everyone was tired all the way, their faces showed excitement and joy.

Zhu Cijiao was the opposite, there was deep worry buried in his calm face, he was really worried that in the blink of an eye, the Qing army would chase and kill.