Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty

Li Jinglong closed the door with his backhand and asked in a crying voice.

"Your Majesty, why is this happening?"

Zhu Di, who was originally indifferent, softened somewhat when he asked him this question.

Immediately, Zhu Di understood that Li Jinglong had misunderstood something.

"What makes this happen?"

Looking at Zhu Di who was like a cold stone in front of him, Li Jinglong burst into tears.

"Your Majesty, the 25,000 taels I received last time is really my entire family! There are hundreds of people in Duke Cao's mansion, so we must leave some money to support our family."

"Don't forget that I drive such a big boat up and down the Qinhuai River every day. This is an antique left by my father in the early years of Hongwu. The wood on the bottom of the boat was rotten a while ago and almost sank."

Zhu Di wanted to speak.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to say anything. I swear that I will have absolutely no contact with the remnants of Jianwen!"

"The sun and the moon are bright, and the country has no sun."

"There is really only one sun in my heart: Your Majesty!"

In the eaves of the second floor, rainwater fell from Zhu Di's armor, dripping into lines.

Zhu Di, holding the knife on his waist, patiently listened to Li Jinglong's cry to show his loyalty, and then looked at the funny-looking Li Jinglong and said.

"Okay, I'm not here to find you."

Li Jinglong, who was still chattering, suddenly stopped talking, his expression was extremely exciting.

"His Majesty?"

Zhu Di was too lazy to explain: "Is it necessary for me to personally bring troops to find you?"

Li Jinglong's face turned red, and he immediately became happy.

Now, as the head coach of the Southern Army who had lost troops and territory, not only did Jianwen's old ministers hate him for losing in a favorable situation, but he was also ridiculed by the Yan Army camp as a dandy.

Therefore, although he is ranked first among the officials, everyone wants to step on him. Anyway, Li Jinglong's current position is embarrassing and he doesn't even dare to fart.

He also knew that Zhu Di was very suspicious, so when Li Jinglong went to court, he simply used it as a decoration to calm the hearts of Huaixi nobles; when he went to court, he drove his own big boat, played music and feasted, and followed the waves on the Qinhuai River.

This is a common self-defeat method to show that one has no different intentions and only seeks glory and wealth.

Of course, with Li Jinglong's reputation and ability, he actually doesn't have to taint himself, and Zhu Di won't suspect that he is plotting to plot a rebellion with dead men. He doesn't have the ability, understand.

As for the effect, what can I say?

Self-defeat is an attitude, not a method.

If you don't even show an attitude, how can the emperor trust you?

Of course, Li Jinglong was also afraid that Zhu Di would settle accounts with his wife, but he knew that there was no need for Zhu Di to use such a sudden attack to capture him, let alone lead the team himself.

That's why he is very confused.

If Zhu Di doesn't look for himself, who should he look for?

Li Jinglong's question was answered, and Zhu Di asked: "Is Jiang Xinghuo on the boat?"

"Yes." Li Jinglong glanced at Zhu Di's face, "I and others bought a poem when we were together in Fengyue. We visited Qinhuai last night and rescued him when he fell into the water. I don't know anything else."

"It's best that you don't know." Zhu Di paused and said, "Remember, don't reveal my identity when you go in later."

Li Jinglong was stunned. Why did the emperor hide his identity when he saw Jiang Xinghuo?

Could this be Zhu Di's long-lost illegitimate son?

Zhu Di naturally didn't know what Li Jinglong was thinking. He took off his bag and held it in his arms and said.

"I am now the Commander of the Zhongyi Guards, Yan Polu!"

Zhu Di took a breath, and the rain and cold wind poured into his mouth. He pursed his lips and pushed the door open.

"Mr. Cao, is your face working?"

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Jiang Xinghuo turned around and asked in pure white mink fur.

But all he could see was a middle-aged man in armor looking at him seriously outside the windy and rainy door. His expression was majestic and solemn, and his eyes were so sharp that people couldn't help but feel frightened.

Talking back to Zhu Di's perspective, the first meeting with Jiang Xinghuo was actually a bit beyond Zhu Di's expectations.

Zhu Di looked at Jiang Xinghuo again. He could hear Jiang Xinghuo's voice normally, and his impression was that he was lazy and a bit slovenly, but he was a very capable and magical figure like Lu Zu.

Now that I saw it with my own eyes, there was a young man with clear eyes opposite him, wearing a mink fur and sitting quietly by the couch. He seemed to have a somewhat restrained temper.

When Jiang Xinghuo saw Cao Jiujiang following behind him dejectedly, he knew that Mr. Cao's face was not easy to use this time.

So who is this extremely majestic person?

Li Jinglong saw Zhu Di staring straight at Jiang Xinghuo, and even smiled happily, and he was sure that there must be something fishy.

So, in order to show his positive attitude, Li Jinglong spoke before Jiang Xinghuo asked.

"Captain Yan, this is Jiang Lang."

Zhu Di frowned, what a disgusting name.

Li Jinglong pointed at Zhu Di and introduced: "Jiang Lang, this is Yan Polu, the captain of the Zhongyi Guards School."

Zhu Di nodded and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you Jiang Xinghuo, the escaped prisoner?"

"Exactly down there."

Jiang Xinghuo has the attitude of some social terrorists, and does not have the generosity and heroism to guide the country in prison.

"Captain Yan, it's good to have rain." He shouted back.

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xinghuo felt a cold light flash before his eyes, and a sword that looked extremely long and heavy was pulled out with one hand by Captain Yan Polu.

Zhu Di said coldly: "I was ordered to kill the escaped prisoner!"

Cold murderous intent spread in the air, and Li Jinglong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

What the hell kind of rhythm is this?

Zhu Di is crazy!

Could it be that Jiang Xinghuo was not his illegitimate son but his love rival?

Zhu Di walked toward Jiang Xinghuo with a long knife that shone with a faint cold light.

"Wait!" Li Jinglong hurriedly stopped him.

Zhu Di glanced at him and said, "What? Do you want to die too?"

Li Jinglong swallowed and shook his head.

"If you want to die, just stand in front and wait until I kill you first before it's his turn."

After saying that, Zhu Di waved his knife and tried to strike. Li Jinglong was so frightened that he rolled over and hid next to the screen, curling up and shivering.

Zhu Di snorted coldly, raised the knife with both hands, and carefully observed Jiang Xinghuo's expression in front of him.

But Jiang Xinghuo grinned, his face full of joy!

Jiang Xinghuo lay down on the couch, closed his eyes and waited for death. He even adjusted the position of the pillow to make himself more comfortable.

He was simply lying there waiting to die, refusing to even turn over.

"I'll lie down and you can come."

Zhu Di: "."

Li Jinglong: "."

Zhu Di frowned when he heard this and stared at Jiang Xinghuo, looking straight at him, as if he wanted to penetrate his skin and see clearly inside to see if this person was really an immortal and if he was really not afraid of death. .

After not feeling the familiar revolving door feeling for a long time, Jiang Xinghuo touched his neck and saw that the knife had not cut him off. He was not dead yet, so he asked doubtfully.

"Why don't you cut it? Is your arm numb?"