Chapter Ninety-Eight: Seeing Each Other and Not Knowing Each Other

On the ten-mile-long street outside Yingtianfu, thousands of people had already gathered, and they lined up in the middle of the road, just to see the style of the Ming army returning from the West. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info and Ming Chengzu Zhu Di has also led the Chinese military officials out of the city to wait, ready to welcome the return of the triumphant army.

On this day, even Tiangong is beautiful, the whole Tianfu cloud and wind are light, and on both sides of the civil and military columns, they are constantly whispering something. Under the canopy in the center, Emperor Chengzu sat upright, and behind him stood three young men respectfully, namely Zhu Di's eldest son Zhu Gaochi, second son Zhu Gaochu, and the last son Zhu Gaosui.

"Brother, if you want to say that this Zheng He is really amazing, for so many years in all dynasties, I am afraid it is the first time that he has sailed on the sea like this. I think that although Zhang Qian of the Western Han Dynasty, who opened up the Silk Road, is powerful, but after all, he is still on a dry road, and now Zheng He can join the overseas, which is really a pioneering move. Zhu Di's youngest son, Zhu Gaosui, said with a smile to the two brothers beside him.

"Yes, the metaphor of the virtuous brother is very much, I want Han Zhang Qian to open up the Silk Road in the desert, and today's Zheng He is the 'Silk Road' on the sea. Zhu Gaochi said with a smile.

The two brothers stood behind Zhu Di, although they didn't dare to raise their voices, they were also talking and laughing, but Zhu Gaochu had a gloomy expression on his face and didn't speak.

"Second brother, why don't you speak? Why do you keep a straight face on the day of the big day?" Zhu Gaosui asked with a smile after discovering it.

"Zheng He's merit is not Zheng He's strength, if it weren't for his father Shengming's heroic martial arts, who would provide him with such a strong and huge fleet, who would give him an endless supply of grain and grass, and who would be able to allocate him 25,000 elite soldiers? Without these, what can a mere eunuch do!" Although Zhu Gaoxu's voice was not high, he deliberately spoke word by word extremely slowly and clearly, just to let Zhu Di, who was sitting in front of him, hear.

Zhu Gaosui still wanted to speak, but found that the eldest brother Zhu Gaochi glanced at him, so he swallowed and smeared, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth, and then saw Zhu Di in front of them suddenly get up and said to himself: "It's here." ”

But seeing the drums in the suburbs not far from Tianfu, the sound gradually became brighter, and the three sons of Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Gaoxu, and Zhu Gaosui and all the civil and military officials outside the city looked into the distance.

"It's coming, it's really coming!" Zhu Gaosui was the first to jump up and said, in his heart, he had already regarded Zheng He as a hero-like figure at this moment.

But seeing that the drum music is getting louder and louder, and the footsteps of the army are neat and orderly, and it is very imposing, Zheng Ziqi is the first to bear the brunt of the front of the team and move against the wind, and the first two horses are walking side by side, it is Zheng He and Ye Cheng.

Zhu Di walked out of the canopy, Yuan Hui, the minister of Taichang Temple, Chen Ying, the left deputy imperial envoy of the Imperial Palace, Li Jinglong, the Duke of Cao Guo, Xie Jin, the Hanlin attendant, and others hurriedly went out to accompany each other, and Zhu Di's three sons also followed, but the "black-clothed prime minister" Daoyan monk Yao Guangxiao was in the class and never came out.

In fact, Monk Daoyan's heart was more excited than anyone present, because it was not someone else who returned triumphantly this time, but his apprentice Zheng He, who had immersed all his efforts in teaching, and who else was more excited and relieved than him as a master? But Monk Daoyan still didn't come out after all, he kept telling himself in his heart that the more times like this, the more he had to stay calm, and he hoped that Zheng He would do the same.

"Your Majesty, how can you deign to the dragon body to greet you in person, it's really humiliating!" Zheng He saw Zhu Di walking towards him a few meters away, and hurriedly rolled the saddle and dismounted and ran aisle, bowing in front of Zhu Di.

Zhu Di laughed and stood still.

"It's rude to redeem your humble duties, but you are really in armor, and you can't bow down!" Zheng He arched.

Zhu Di walked up to Zheng He with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand and gently brushed the armor on Zheng He's body twice, and then said: "The armor is on the body, the armor is good! I am in the Ming Dynasty, what I Zhu Di needs most is the armor of a minister like Zheng Aiqing! Only more and more capable ministers like you can help me sweep the universe and calm the world!"

"Lord Zheng is brave and good at fighting, Your Majesty is unparalleled, such a combination of monarchs and ministers, it is really the blessing of the community, the blessing of the common people, and the blessing of the world, looking at the previous thousand years, it is really unparalleled!" Yuan Heng bowed.

"Where is only the previous thousand years, it should be said that there are no ancients before, and there is no one after that, even if it is another thousand years, there will definitely be no one who can achieve this feat!" Chen Ying said with a flattering face on the side.

When Yuan Hui heard this, he glared at Chen Ying fiercely, but Chen Ying still looked at Zhu Di with a smile on his face, as if Yuan Hui was not by his side at all.

Monk Daoyan among the hundred officials looked at this scene, and couldn't help but show a contemptuous smile, and on such an occasion, it seems that such a clown is indispensable no matter what.

Zhu Di held Zheng He's hand tightly, greeted and encouraged him again, and then suddenly found the young man standing not far behind Zheng He.

"Zheng Aiqing, who is this?" asked Zhu Di.

Zheng He looked back and saw that it was Ye Cheng who Cheng Zu was talking about, so he hurriedly bowed down again and saluted: "Your Majesty, this person is the ranger Ye Cheng I mentioned in the prelude to leaving Chongming Island, this time I was able to successfully recover the Three Buddha Island and capture Chen Zuyi alive, thanks to the help of this young man, otherwise Zheng He might have died in Cangming City at this time." ”

Zhu Di listened, let go of Zheng He's hand, slowly walked to Ye Cheng's side, and carefully looked the handsome young man in front of him up and down, but saw that this person was hearty and clear, his eyebrows were like ink paintings, his face was sharp and angular, and Zhou exuded a burst of heroism up and down, which was really a talent.

"Not bad, not bad!" Zhu Di couldn't help nodding frequently while looking, but then Zhu Di found that the young man's eyes seemed to be quite strange when he looked at him, which made him very puzzled.

Of course, Zhu Di couldn't know that the young man in front of him, Ye Cheng, was his biological son.

But Ye Cheng knew that the person in front of him was his father.

This is the first time that Ye Cheng can stand next to his biological father so calmly and closely, the supreme ruler of the Ming Dynasty today, is the man who gave birth to him but caused his mother to suffer all his life, although he is used to seeing strong winds and waves, but at this time Ye Cheng still can't hide the excitement in his heart, as if there is a volcano about to erupt in his heart, he looked at Zhu Di in a daze, as if he wanted to see enough of the one he owed over the years.

Zhu Di felt a trace of doubt in his heart at this time: "Why is this young man so familiar, could it be that he has seen it somewhere?"

On the day when Ying Tianfu was breached, Zhu Di once passed by an unkempt teenager like a flower on the dilapidated street, but how could Zhu Di remember such a scene?

How much Ye Cheng wanted to shout "father" in his heart, but at this moment, there was another voice in his heart that kept reminding him: "It's not time yet, it's not time yet......"